the lothario

DAMON CAVALLO ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ maybe i should c r y for help maybe i should 𝕜𝕚𝕝𝕝 myself, b l a m e it on my ᴀ.ᴅ.ᴅ. baby, maybe i'm a different 𝕓𝕣𝕖𝕖𝕕, maybe i'm not l i s t e n i n g so blame it on my ᴀ.ᴅ.ᴅ. 𝕓𝕒𝕓𝕪

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Dominic Sherwood starring in Katie Welch’s “Au Revior” Music Video

[damonleecavallo]

( baileygracethompson. )

her fingers grabbed frantically onto damon, the tips of her hands digging into his skin as she attempted to pull herself closer. there was a brief moment of panic, where she startled even herself- because what the fuck was she doing? her brain was at war with itself, because while on one hand, this is what she needed to do if she ever had any hopes of impressing someone in the future (there was no way she was going to be turning 19 and still be as useless as she was) but she was also still pissed that out of everyone, she had no choice but to go to him. because the moment that he wasn’t preoccupied with his lips on hers, bailey knew she wasn’t ever going to hear the end of it. even if she pushed him away now, there was no going back from this. now she had to commit otherwise all the relentless teasing would be for nothing. so she pushed down the panic pooling in the pit of her stomach, as well as all the thoughts bubbling in her head about how fucking awful damon was, and focused her effort on not falling as his hand landed on her back and lightly tugged her into the apartment. there was no more hesitation she went willingly, and while the anger was still very much there, there was an air of timidness to the way she moved almost obediently under his hands. reluctantly her fingers slipped from their almost violent hold on his face to slip down his neck, one of her hands reaching blindly behind her to shove the door shut with a harsh slam.

the slight burning sensation of little half-moons being imprinted within his skin didn’t go unacknowledged  — her grip upon him holding a roughness he didn’t expect to come from the petite femme. although, it could be said that everything her turning up at his door so late at night and ALONE was unexpected. much to his desire, she complied with his tug in an almost too eager attempt at getting her inside the apartment; partly purely for the purpose of getting her out of the seedy hallway in the first place. the first time his lips even remotely broke from bailey’s was when the door slammed, evidence of a breathless chuckle barely escaping him before greedy lips returned to hers  — as though there was a magnetic force drawing the two together. damon uses the newfound surface to his advantage, fingers slipping from where they had rested upon the small of her back to smooth across the stretch of exposed skin where her shirt failed to meet her jeans. a slight force against his fingers as he backed her up against the wooden surface, thumbs tracing against protruding hipbones. being entirely honest, there was a part of damon that was under the impression this had to be some drug-influenced haze, that he was going to wake in the wee hours of the morning to find the entire thing had been nothing more than a hallucination. after all, the fiery redhead had been one of the few girls to ever repetitively turn him down, even with the undeniable sexual tension that lingered between them ( at least in his opinion ). it was with this disbelief of the situation at hand that made him that bit more eager for her, as though he was afraid the moment his lips left hers entirely it’d be OVER — and already he felt as though he was unprepared for that. not allowing himself to stray too far from her, lips begin to draw themselves against her jaw, peppering hungry kisses against her skin.

[damonleecavallo]

( baileygracethompson.)

her foot bounced impatiently against the floor as she found herself unable to stand still. her arms moved from combing through the red locks of hair that curled in front of her face to folding defensively over her chest to dropping down to her sides, and then repeating the same motions over again. nerves bubbled up under her skin, as well as a small bit of regret and maybe even a little bit of annoyance. damn him. damn him for being her only viable option and damn her for being so damn desperate at this point that she was willing to try this. huffing, she was about to turn away from the door, almost talking herself out of being there, before it swung open and she was met face to face with a partially unclothed damon. she set her jaw, her teeth clenching in more anger as she realized that it wasn’t an unpleasant sight and dammit, she wasn’t going to let herself go there. at first, she just stood in a clearly frustrated silence, any words she might’ve planned to say before she got here bubbling up on her tongue before fading out completely. the entire reason she was here was because she didn’t know she was doing, but that meant that she also didn’t know how to get her point across without already inflating his obnoxiously large ego. every thing she thought of saying sounded stupid, and eventually, bailey got so irked with her own lack of knowledge in this situation (after all, she prided herself on knowing just about everything), that she stepped forward, violently grabbing him by his stupid fucking jaw and pulling him down to her level so she could kiss him, harsh and angry and very obviously annoyed. 

with a single, quirked brow and his lips curved into that all to common SMUG smirk; damon awaited the redhead’s response. for once, he wasn’t impatient, he’d happily stand lurking in his own doorway for as long as it took to get out of her why in the WORLD she’d wound up here at this time of night  — of course, the obvious thing passed his mind. albeit, given the female stood before him, it was also the most unlikely option, or  — so he THOUGHT. suddenly, there’s a sharp grip upon his jaw, and before he can even begin to register what was unfolding between them, arms are quick to uncross from their space over his chest. instead, large hands smooth across the small of her back; thumbs finding their way to her hips with a little more force than he would’ve liked. albeit, little thoughts like so take a back seat, damon being far too occupied by the fact his lips were caught up in hers — certainly not holding back from relaying all the built up FRUSTRATION she had made him feel within that one kiss. because heck, if this was going to be the only kiss he got; he was going to make damn sure she’d want to come back for more. he could be smug, he could SO EASILY pull away from her then and there and taunt her  — but the issue at hand ? it didn’t seem worth it. instead, without questioning her motives ( it made it easier for him to believe she wanted this ), the blonde uses his grip against her slender waist to draw her back into the dimly-lit apartment with him. 

[damonleecavallo]

(baileygracethompson.)

climbing the stairs through the shady apartment, bailey pulled her bag in closer to her, weary eyes watching every dark corner in the stairwell as if someone would materialize in front of her and attack her. she spent the entire walk here from her car on edge, considering that she was walking through an incredibly shady area and everything about her screamed “my daddy has money and i can’t fight back.” someone, she safely made it inside the apartment complex, which was shocking considering the strong urge she had to turn around and walk right back to her car. after all, the reason she was here was ridiculous, and probably stupid, and definitely impulsive. bailey had recently come to the conclusion that she was inexperienced in everything, however she had far too much pride to admit that to any of the people around her she might’ve felt comfortable enough to talk too. and considering her weak attempts at flirting with her 26 year old teacher weren’t working, she decided that she needed help. and maybe ‘help’ would inflate the ego of someone that she was trying so hard to show that she hated, but at the moment, damon seemed like the only viable option. that’s why she was shuffling nervously down the hallway towards his apartment, muttering under her breath about how she couldn’t believe she was doing this, before her hand raised and she knocked against the peeling paint that was across the beat-up door.

@damonleecavallo

it was a rather uneventful night for the blonde male  — something that was warranting a frustration to build within him; a result of feeling as though he’d been coped up all day, restricted to nothing but the four walls of the dull apartment. boredom was evident in the way he was lazily stretched upon an old, ragged couch, aimlessly flicking through his contact list as though he was in search of someone in particular. maybe he was  — after all, it was coming to that time of night where it was likely either he would reach out for a little company or it would be requested of him. albeit, the task at hand is  briefly forgotten when a knock echoes throughout the apartment, causing a single thick brow to raise. cellphone is quickly traded for the remote of the television ( that was also serving as the only light source of the dim space ), turning down the movie he had long stopped paying attention to. having hauled himself off the couch, bare feet pad across the scruffy flooring in a motion that was maybe more eager than he’d like to admit. at first, he doesn’t even take a moment to revel in the fact he acquired nothing more than a pair of loosely fitted jeans hugging his hips  — far too surprised by the image before him. “well i’ll be damned,” cockiness clear within his tone, arms coming to cross upon his chest. “i was expecting a booty call but apparently i was gifted a miracle instead.” gaze shifts to the rather uninviting hallway the redhead occupied, as though he was certain that at any moment, the small figure of his sister or maybe even devon was going to follow  — after all, it would be EASIER to believe that she wound up at his door with them than alone. “what brings you into this side of town and more importantly, to my door, little red?”

[lghtwood]

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[alecblushed]

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[lilysjmes]

#stop it

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Dom ft lovely golden hair 

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[damonleecavallo]

baileygracethompson:

as if his proximity wasn’t already suffocating, damon moved closer to her, close enough that she could smell the cologne he was wearing, and feel his breath against her face. she leaned away from him, angling her chin upwards in a display of dominance, though there was the brief second that her eyes broke away from his to pick out different aspects of his blatantly, typically handsome face- angled cheekbones, slim lips- before her nose scrunched up once again and her eyes returned to his. “maybe for you,” she declared, placing her hand against his chest so she could shove him out of her personal space. “but like i told you, i don’t feel anything but disgust and like my personal space is being very rudely invaded.” comfortable with the amount of space she had been able to put between them, she sank back in her seat, folding her legs under the table and crossing her arms with a dubious look. “you can’t fool me. i see through all of this,” raising her hand, she waved it vaguely towards him. “under all the tattoos and muscle you’re sad and hurt, poor little damon,” as if to rub salt in the wound, bailey pouted towards him. “who hurt you so much that you now feel the need to act though you’re the shit so you don’t feel so bad? wait, don’t answer that- i really don’t care. it doesn’t give you an excuse to treat me like i’m just sort of toy.” letting out a huff, she punctuated her words by taking another long sip of her drink, frowning as she looked into the glass to realize it was almost gone.

a small ‘hpmh’ echoes from between the blonde male’s lips, something that had the hints of both amusement and annoyance as bailey proceeded to recreate the space that was once between the two of them. while he was hoping that he could remain perched there, practically getting up in her business the way he was leaning into her, it seems it doesn’t particularly last long, bailey’s petite hand coming up to shove him away from her. that seems to warrant a small, breathy chuckle underneath his breath. “feisty,” he practically hums, head tilting slightly to one side as he brings his lower lip between his teeth. “i like that, a lot.” suddenly, she’s being shot a wink in her direction, before his clasp around the bottle in hand tightens as it comes up to his lips once again. “but that’s quite alright, one day you’ll finally see all this— burning tension between us, and you’ll come to your senses.” he promises, as if he too is so sure of this. his eyes had began to roll back in his head, bottle perched against his lips as bailey insists she saw through him, which really, at first doesn’t phase him. he’s used to hearing that from those girls who had little to no interest in him, and from a certain redhead in particular. though, what follows that that manages to momentarily stir something inside him, it irritates him, gets under his skin. bottle dropping back from his lips, he’s quick to brush off the sudden bitter feeling, the horrid taste that was lingering in his mouth. “again, you got the wrong guy, bails. i don’t act like i’m the shit, i just am.” broad shoulders perking upward only to fall seconds later in a careless shrug. “want a refill?” he finds himself offering, nodding toward the almost empty glass between her slender hands.

[damonleecavallo]

baileygracethompson:

“i’m sorry i’m not ecstatic that i was dragged from my room to come to some sweaty grind-fest,” raising her glass, she gestured to the room around them, some of the liquid spilling over the rim and onto her hand, “where all of my friends left me to fend for myself.” her tone was bitter as she moved her hand to her mouth so she could lick off whatever had just splashed onto her. with her mouth preoccupied, all she could do was roll her eyes violently in his direction. “blessing? puh-lease,” she scoffed, dropping her fingers to the table and turning her body so she was facing his direction. “i don’t know what sexual tension you’re talking about, because i feel nothing but disgust,” gathering her hands towards herself, she gestured to the area between the two of them, the space far too small for her comfort. then, her fingers once again slipped around her glass and she raised it up towards her lips. “can’t you go find someone else to bother? i’m sure there are a million and one dumb, thick-skulled, bimbo blondes here that would happily suck your dick for a few compliments.” dropping her chin onto her hand, she took another long sip, eyes scanning over the party in search of someone she could point out. “like see? what about her? she looks stupid enough to believe all your arrogant comments are confidence and not just a way to swaddle the cowardly little boy on the inside.”

“grind-fest,” an involuntary noise echoes from the blonde, something that’s a combination of a snort and a scoff; amused nonetheless. a hint of pink appeared as his tongue poked out to swipe across his lower lip, eyes having focused on her lips as they pressed against her hand to rid of the spilled alcohol. almost instantly, damon seemed to perk up as her body turned toward him, now facing in his direction rather than against; almost pathetically hopeful. “puh-lease.” he repeats her previous scoffing statement, features falling into an expression that read along the lines of ‘really’ or ‘i’m not buying that’. “we both know that’s a lie, it’s impossible not to feel the tension. would you like me to go fetch a knife? maybe if i slice it up you’ll be able to see it, because believe me; it exists and is very much present.” at this point, his free hand has come to press upon the small gap between the two of them, allowing the blonde to lean his weight into the palm of his hand, resulting in him dipping his head down to ease closer to the pretty redhead. “blondes are pretty..” he trails off, gaze redirecting itself to that of the girl bailey had previously pointed out as a possible candidate for him. “but redheads are hot, if you get what i’m saying.” smirk practically plastered upon his lips, blue eyes raise to glance back in her direction. “cowardly little boy? sorry, bails, i think you got the wrong guy. that certainly ain’t me.”