It’s mostly the Mikaelson’s,but I do love me so Hamilton and izombie. Please check out my my book on Wattpad https://moremikaelson.tumblr.com/post/623468978507022336/please-read-and-tell-me-what-you-think
You make soup in a big bowl. You serve it in a smaller bowl. And then you convey it, using a spoon, to your mouth. But what is the spoon? Simply a smaller bowl still
"So... how were your final, um, finals?" You heard your boyfriends voice from behind you.
"Great, I guess," you said. "But I guess we'll have to wait and see." You finally felt all the stress leave your body as Emmett Forrest, the love of your life, slung his arm around your shoulder.
"Well this calls for celebration, I was thinking a nice dinner at that place you like downtown?"
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As you walked home and unlocked the door to your shared apartment, it became increasingly clear that your boyfriend had just a little too much to drink. You plopped yourself down on the small couch, and got the wind knocked out of you when your tipsy boyfriend followed... landing directly on top of you.
"Hi," you giggled at Emmett.
Instead of responding, he just looked at you, seemingly taking in as much of you as he could. "Did you know how gorgeous you are?"
You chuckled, he was always like this when he was drunk. You were surprised, however, when he just kept talking.
"I'm so lucky to have you, Y/n, you have no idea." Oh god, he was making puppy dog eyes at you now.
"I think I understand pretty well, considering everything you've done for me," you responded quietly. These moments felt private, like talking too loud would shatter it.
"Marry me?"
You felt your face flush, and you watched Emmett's pale. "Shit. I... um- I meant to ask you um... after graduation."
You buried your face in your hands, it was all you could do to stop yourself from just staring at him with your mouth hanging open.
"I'm so sorry." Your boyfriend sounded so sad, so you looked up at him to see him nervously start pacing the tiny living room. He looked back at you and froze, trying to determine your expression.
You laughed. Emmett's face looked like he couldn't decide whether to celebrate or just walk out the door. But you hardly noticed through the tears clouding your vision from all the laughing.
You made your way over to your purse and pulled out a ring. Suddenly, Emmett realized why you were laughing; you were planning on proposing to him, too. He burst out laughing, eventually landing both of you back on the couch.
"Well, I guess you have your answer." You whispered to him, sending you both back into your fit of giggles.
summary: it’s your daughter’s birthday, but Vox isn’t able to spare anytime for her.
pairing: Vox x Overlord!reader
includes: Vox has a normal head guys, fluff, HEAVY angst, family issues, arguing, mentions of sex tapes, Valentino being a weird ass uncle, over protective parents, cursing, mentions of murder (i think that’s it, tell me if i missed any!)
a/n: honestly, this request made me think of hamilton the musical, hence the title of the one-shot. 🤷♀️ (also full credits to the artist on X!)
As an Overlord in Hell, your life was somewhat easier than normal sinners. You had their souls under your belt for your own use and powers that only those ranked attained. You attended boring meetings with the other Overlords, but you didn’t think you would meet your other half during these meetings, nonetheless, marry him. As a result of the marriage, both your powers grew stronger, along with the power of his company since a new face joined.
Down the line, you somehow ended up pregnant. Was it highly impossible to have a child as a sinner? Absolutely. So the thought that you were to bear Vox’s child in Hell panicked you. However, he talked you through the entire process, ending with a healthy baby girl. She looked exactly like her father, except for the eyes. Her eyes resembled her mother’s in every shape and form.
Despite the phenomenon, you both cared for her. Well, mostly. You were the one staying in your penthouse in the Vee tower while Vox tended to his company’s needs. He worked endlessly and missed important events such as your daughter’s first steps, words, and laughter. You supposed he tried his best as he came back to you with gifts and kisses, but it never felt… right.
When your daughter’s thirteenth birthday came up, you expected him to stay home because it was a special birthday. It seemed like thirteen was your little family’s lucky number, so you thought it was an important event in his life for his only child to turn thirteen. Moreover, she finally became a teenager, which Vox deemed was old enough for him to take her out to watch the stars when she was younger.
“Happy Birthday, Vee.” You take your fingers through her black and red hair, kissing her temple. She smiled brightly up at you, pearly whites on display. “I know you’re excited, but you still have lessons to attend to.”
“I know.” She groaned, eyes flashing red for a second before settling. “Is Dad still up there?”
Your loving gaze faltered at the mention of her father, passing her the chocolate chip pancakes you made. “He’s at work already, baby. I’m sure he has something prepared for you when you get home.” You press another kiss to her head as you pull your phone out, squinting at the message Vox sent.
“Is it Dad?” Veronica murmured, twisting the fork in between her fingers.
“Don’t worry about it, yeah? It’s your birthday.” You slide your phone inside your pocket. “I’ll see you after your lessons?”
She hummed softly as you frowned, rubbing your temple. This was an important day for your daughter, and if Vox couldn’t remember the promise he made to her years ago, you weren’t prepared for the breakdown that was going to come from your new teenage daughter.
“Vox?” You enter his monitor room, blue light glasses steady on your face.
“My love?” He called back, eyes focusing on the rising and falling stocks in the industry. “What’s wrong?”
You ran your fingers through his hair, massaging when he pulled you down into his lap. You pressed a kiss to his jaw when he glared at the screen, “Do you know what day it is?”
“Uh,” He glanced back at you before muttering a curse at the stocks, aggressively typing something out on his computer. “Tax day?”
You let out a sigh, “Love, it’s Veronica’s birthday.” You tilt your head when you don't get a response. “Vox.”
“What?” He whipped his head toward you, his blue eyes swirling black and red. You steady the glasses on your face, frowning at his tone. His eyes scan your face before rubbing his forehead, “Darling, I’m sorry. But I’m really busy today. All of our shareholders decided to be assholes today and Carmilla wants a meeting about Angelic Security.”
You cup his face and press a soft kiss to his lips, “I know, I got your text message about a twelve-hour workday.” Your gaze flickered over toward the frame displayed on his desk, “But it’s our baby’s thirteenth birthday. She was looking for her dad earlier, and she didn’t—“
His phone rang out into the intensely large monitor room, causing you to look back over to him. “Look, I’ll see if I can get out of the meeting and schedule it another day. I’ll be back before the day’s over.”
“Do you promise?” You lift your pinky, the blue and red chain appearing from your wedding band connecting to his.
He lifted his pinky, locking it with yours. “I promise, gorgeous.” His phone rang out again as you leaned in to give him a kiss, raising a brow at the device. Vox chuckled at your reaction, rubbing his thumb over your lip. “I love you, but I have people to yell at, so kindly leave.” He tapped your thigh before answering his phone.
You pressed one last kiss to his cheek before stepping away from him, humming a tune while he yelled at whoever was on the other line. The link of chains connecting the two wedding bands never meant a deal was brought up, it merely signified the marriage. However, that promise meant more than just canceling a meeting and heading back home. It meant actually showing up for his daughter, saying that he didn’t forget about his promise from years ago.
“Hi, baby.” You kiss Veronica’s temple as she passes the kitchen with bags in her arms. “What’s all that?”
“Uncle Val and Aunt Velvette gave me presents.” She grinned, shoving them down on the kitchen counter.
You raise a brow at the size difference of the gifts, “And what did Aunt Vel get you?”
“She got me every single new item on her new line before she drops it.” She pulled out a t-shirt that you thought was inappropriate for a girl her age. Neatly folding it, she pulled out another article of clothing, a short skirt that would have you and Vox murdering people left and right.
“Right…” You gently take away the clothes and set them to the side, nodding your head toward the box. “What did Uncle Val get you?”
“He told me to give you this before opening the gift.” She handed you a card decorated with intricate details.
You unfold the card, eyes widening at the contents. “Can I take the movies Uncle Val gave you? I don’t think they’re for you, baby.”
“Wait what? Why not?”
“Because it’s not… don’t worry about it.” You snap your fingers, sending the box of movies to your shared bedroom with Vox. Your face was flushed from Valentino handing your daughter physical copies of the videos that were personal to you and Vox. It would have been chaos if you watched the videos together with no warning. “Never mind about that, how were your lessons?”
“Boring as usual.” She rested her head on her hand, blowing a strand of hair out of her face. “Did you talk to dad?”
“Yes,” You set down the dinner you were preparing, wiping your hands on a hand towel. “He’ll be back soon. He had… stuff to do.” You waved your hand in the air, face contorting in tension. “Can you set up the dining table for dinner? I’ll call your dad to see where he is.”
Veronica groaned before begrudgingly moving away, grabbing the plates and utensils. You watched her leave before leaning your arms against the counter, head tilting down in exhaustion. Not only were you running around the tower checking in on your business, but you also prepared the gifts for your daughter while checking in on your husband’s vitals once in a while. Everything was rushed and disorganized, and the only thing your daughter wanted was for her father to be there for her birthday and fulfill his promise.
“Fuck.” You quickly wipe the tear slipping down your face, pulling out your phone. Clicking on Vox’s contact, you rub the ring on your finger, anxiously waiting for an answer.
“Yes?” His voice came through your phone, more agitated than usual.
“Vox, can you take a break and come up to us?” You start pacing, not realizing your daughter was behind the wall listening to you.
He muttered something as you heard the clicking of his keyboard through your speaker, “I’ll be there in a minute, can you save me a plate?”
“Vox, can you just—“ You run your hand through your hair as your eyes flash red, the same red consuming the items surrounding you. “I understand you’re busy, but your daughter hasn’t seen you all day.”
“Gorgeous, I heard you, but I have a very important deal I need to finish making then I’m all yours, okay?” He spoke with impatience, sighing when he heard silence from your end. “In a minute.”
“Fine.” You roll your eyes and end the call, dropping your phone onto the counter. You blink a few times to get rid of the red, everything around you falling back to its original placement.
“Mom, we can just celebrate with the two of us.” Veronica came around the doorway, fiddling with her fingers. “If dad is busy, I don’t want to—“
“Baby, it’s your birthday.” You push your hair back and pull a strained smile. The look you gave your daughter was almost dangerous, reverting back to your Overlord setting. “If your dad doesn’t show up before the day is over, I will physically go down to his office and remove him from this Hell.”
Her eyes widened at your words, “Mom—“
“Let’s go eat dinner, yes?” You leave a kiss on the top of her head.
Eventually, Vox did appear, but only for a few minutes before his phone began to ring again. He sighed, pressing his lips in a thin line, and got up, squeezing your shoulder and giving his daughter an apologetic look. The worst part about meeting his daughter’s eyes was the similar feeling of knowing how she felt.
Veronica projected a recognizable emotion through her eyes, something he could tell from miles away because it was the exact same look you gave him when it was just the two of you.
Disappointment.
“Vox, what the hell are you still doing here?” Valentino entered the monitor room, pink smoke billowing from his cigarette.
“Better question, what the fuck were you going to do in here?” Vox rolled his neck as he filed another claim against older companies.
Valentino chuckled, “Don’t worry about that… If I were you, I would be worried about your daughter. Velvette and I already sang Happy Birthday to your precious girl over cake. I'm sure she would have been happier if her daddy was there.”
Vox slouched in his chair, “Val, I’m almost done with these files then I’ll head up.”
“Oh, I would be careful.” He blew pink smoke across Vox’s face. “Your wife has her Overlord filter on tonight. It’s worse than before.”
“What do you mean?” Vox submitted the file to the HR department, taking his blazer and tossing it across his shoulder.
“She’s going to murder you, Voxy.” He bared his teeth at him. “You have a lot to make up tonight.”
Vox squinted his eyes at the moth before sighing, “Get the fuck out of my room or I’m having my wife come and murder you herself instead of me.”
“Scary.” Valentino grinned maliciously before leaving, a trail of pink smoke following.
Oh, Vox knew how much shit he was in when he returned home. After all, it was already 11:26 PM and he doubted that neither you nor Veronica were still awake. He teleported into the kitchen, setting the blazer on top of the counter before following the noise to the living area. He caught a movie on the television screen as he approached the couch, gaze softening at the sight. You were holding Veronica in your arms as she slept sprawled along the couch.
He caught your gaze a few seconds later, watching your tired eyes harden. “Do you know what time it is?”
“I know, but a lot was happening downstairs with VoxTek and—“
“You couldn’t hold that off for one day?” You whisper-shout in his direction as your daughter shifts around. “Vee was waiting all day for you to take her to see the constellations of Hell, and you broke it, Vox! I don’t understand how you could just leave her with a broken promise—“
“Gorgeous, it’s not the end of the day. I can still make it up to her.”
“And what? Wake her up from the day she’s had? Vox, she’s been waiting for this moment since she was five, and you couldn’t spare one second?” You feel your eyes flare red before realizing what's going on. Vox knew you had to calm down, and typically he would help, but it was clear you wanted nothing to do with him just yet. “You didn’t even say happy birthday this morning because you already left for work.” You carefully adjust Veronica in your arms, glaring at your husband. “I understand that the company is important for our image, but destroying a relationship with your own daughter for the company is never something you should do.”
Slowly, you carry your daughter in your arms, using some of your wisps to help carry her. Vox reaches out to help but you deny him, causing him to purse his lips. “Seriously?”
“I’m dead serious.” You crease your brows. “If you can’t understand how fucking important it is for our daughter to have both her parents present during important days, I promise you that I will make your life worse than living in Hell.” As you ascend the stairs leading up to Veronica’s room, you feel the burn of his stare hitting you. “And for the sake of your mental and physical health, please take a break from work. Your vitals have been dropping.”
The life you held in Hell seemed easier to those outside of the Tower, but the three of you knew that there was never a moment in time where you could be free of the constraints you were given, not allowing a single break of freedom or contentment.
where christian reconnected with your dad after not seeing him since before you were born, hanging out frequently once more after you'd gone off to college. he has no children, only a neglectful wife at home, who he knows only married him for his money. who ends up having to move into your dad’s house over the summer because of his wife, needing a short-term break from her crazyness.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who introduces himself to you when you come back home for summer break, shaking your hand in a tight grip as he subtly eyed you down in a manner he really hopes was friendly. you’re wearing your bikini top under an oversized t shirt that falls off your shoulder and some tiny tiny denim shorts, not realising christian would be at your dad’s place when you came home from the airport.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who tortures himself with trying not to think about you, your lips, your tits, your eyes, your legs. everything about you was drawing him in, bringing him closer and closer to the sweet taste of guilt-filled lust.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who sees you eyeing him when you think he’s not looking. sees the way your cheeks blush while you stare at his exposed skin, when his shirt rides up at the waist when reaching for something, or the way said shirt stretches around his thick, meaty arms while he helps you move things around in your room (a task you only asked him to help with so you could see him sweat beneath the thick summer humidity.), or his thick, floppy hair and the way it sits on his scruffy face, constantly sweat-smeared and pushed back with his fingers.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who doesn’t realise just how in deep you are with him. he doesn’t see you when you’re alone, with a stolen pair of boxers in between your fingers, pushed against your nose, sucking in his sweaty musk while you play with yourself under your panties in his bed while he and your dad are out getting lunch. you purposely leave your sticky residue on his sheets, letting him find it later as a gift from the heart.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who is one night talking with your dad as he’s about to leave the house for the night for a work dinner. “oh and by the way… can you quickly grab her a towel? i don’t know if she’s showered yet, but she needed a towel and i washed some for her. if you don’t mind! thanks man, take care of yourselves,” your dad tells him, shutting the door behind him. christian finds a towel, walking up the stairs to your room, opening the door to find a complete mess of clothes and other miscellaneous items scattered around the room in a craze. he looks over, sees the locked bathroom door, and decides to take his chances as he walks around your room. he doesn’t touch anything, only looking through some drawers, your dirty laundry. takes a couple pairs of panties for later. he’s a dirty old man for christ’s sake, can you blame him?
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who’s having a bit of fun going through your shit when he hears some noise from the bathroom. under the loud rumble of the water, it almost sounds like moaning. he creeps closer to the door, hovering against it, confirming his suspicions. “fffffuck… d… daddyyy…! so goooood…” ah. so that’s where your issues stem. he likes to think he hesitated when reaching his hand over his pants to palm his dick, but he really didn’t. he whimpers slightly under his breath at the noise of your desperate whines, hearing a slight slick noise a couple times, coming to the conclusion you’re using a toy of some kind.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who touches himself to the sound of you fucking yourself in the shower. it’s absurd. it’s so good. it doesn’t take long for him to extend his movements, pulling his painfully hard, bright pink, throbbing dick out of his dark blue jeans to stroke himself with a steady pace. he hears you get louder. he suspects you know he’s here. not outside your door, but alone. in the house. only you two. you become more coherent, spewing out, “cccchristian… p…please, please daddy… right there, fuck!” the last three words pushed out of you in time with the thrusts of the silicone dick inside you. as you get closer, you get louder, letting on the pace you’ve taken with your toy, christian matching said pace, much to the dismay of his sanity. his breath quickens, as does yours, and he hears you for a final time, moaning out, “please! please daddy im so close, fuck… fuck im cominggggg…!”
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who times his orgasm with yours. he finds safety under the deafening sounds of your moans, letting out some groans under his breath, cumming into the towel he still holds in his non-dominant hand.
𝒹𝒶𝒹'𝓈 𝒷ℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒻𝓇𝒾ℯ𝓃𝒹 ! christian who panics, leaving the soiled towel and the base of your bathroom door. rushing out and getting busy with another task before he can witness you lick the towel clean of his seed.
Damon had been a bit of a menace when he'd arrived, nothing but problems and plotting but I could tell he wasn't all bad.
Sometimes he had this moment of softness in his eyes, his jaw would tighten a little and this flicker of something human would appear.
I guess I didn't annoy him as much as the others, he never harmed me, didn't really threaten me and the couple times he had I could tell he didn't mean it.
We became friends of sorts after a while, talked a lot and messed about.
A few times I'd found him with a dead girl sat next to him on the couch, his chin stained with blood as he stared blankly ahead.
I'd let out a low whistle and sit on the other side of him.
"You are doing such a great job at being a good guy so that Elena will love you back." I muttered sarcastically, patting his knee.
"I'm not a good guy. I don't like being good. Elena needs to realise that." He mumbled, his tone all monotone and dull making my eyes roll.
"Yeah, yeah okay. Lets not mope, I came over cuz I was bored. Now you're just...making me sad." I sighed and he let out a huff.
"Did you expect a game of tag?"
"No. You'd always win." I scoffed. "I was thinking like a movie...or a drink or both."
"Are you offering?" He asked, his eyes hollow as he looked to me, the veins under his eyes scattering.
He was trying to intimidate me.
"I mean, if you really want." I shrugged, holding out my wrist to him. His eyes narrowed and I tilted my head as if we were both daring the other.
Slowly he opened his mouth, his fangs already tinted with blood as he sunk them into my skin. My face scrunched slightly at the sting but it wasn't as bad as I thought.
Our eyes stayed locked as his adams apple bobbed with each gulp.
Another moment past before his teeth left my wrist, his lips pressing two kisses over the wound marks as he rest my arm back into my lap.
His tongue licked over his bottom lip and his hand grabbed my hip, pulling me down from the arm of the chair and onto his lap.
I felt him sigh as he pressed his head to my shoulder. I ran my fingers through his hair, "You feel less broody?" I asked quietly with a smile and he let out a laugh through his nose.
"Brooding was always more of a Stefan thing." He mumbled and I hummed.
"Why were you so sad anyways hm? Elena say something?"
"Mm. Doesn't matter, I'm over it." He muttered, his teeth grazing my shoulder.
"Just so we're clear, Dames, you can only feed from me when I say so. Don't go thinking I'm your new blood bag." I warned, my tone levelling to be more serious.
His head lifted up, his pale blue eyes searching mine.
"I wouldn't do that." He mumbled, his eyes narrowing in that same way they always did. "Not to you."
It didn't sound like it meant much but from Damon, it really did.
I nodded back at him, a small smile pulling at me. He leant back down, head resting in the crook of my neck.
A moment later the remove was slid into my hand and I clicked my tongue, picking the next movie on the list we had made a few weeks ago.
By the end of the film I'd sunk down in his lap, both of us led out on the couch. I was basically just led on top of him, I could feel his hands fiddling with the ends of my hair whilst I sighed at the final scene.
"That was a little disappointing." I mumbled, we'd been expecting more twists in the film.
"Uhuh." He agreed simply and I rolled my eyes before checking my phone.
"I gotta get home. Jeremy's being...difficult or something. I don't know, Jenna needs help with him or whatever." I sighed and pushed my hand to the couch to get up. Damon's hands landed on my hips with a soft pat before sliding up, bringing my top with it making my eyes roll as he helped me sit up.
"Get off me, you little leach" I teased and I couldn't help the smile on my face and his hum was nothing shy of amused.
"Yeah, yeah. One day you won't be saying that." He winked and I scoffed despite feeling my face heat up. That stupid smirk on his stupid face grew and his fingers tapped the bare skin of my waist. "And you know it."
"Okay buddy, pick someone else to be on your mopey dopey 'I cant have Elena because she'd in love with my brother' train." I said in a whiny voice, imitating his dramatics and making his eyes go back for a second.
"Mhm, go get home then save the day." He grumbled.
"You got something against heroes. Is this about Stefan's hair? You jealous?" I gasped and he scoffed, pushing me off him and onto the floor. I let out a huff as I landed on the floor.
"Dick." I mumbled before getting up, and heading for the day, glancing back over my shoulder to shoot him a smile.
It was all just a game with him, barely anything was serious even when it came to life and death.
Or I thought so.
But when I felt a sharp pain through my centre, felt the warmth of my own blood, Damon looked terrified.
Katherine had killed me for some reason, she wouldn't say way. Only answering in little riddles and making jabs at Stefan and Damon.
Elena was a mess, she didn't know what to do. Jenna still didn't know about vampires and now I was one. Katherine could evidently get into our house and was willing to...well kill me.
Stefan was adamant on helping me, giving me animal blood and going 'one day at a time' but I knew he was just doing to make Elena feel better and I just needed him to leave me alone.
He was overbearing at times to be honest.
Damon ended up coming over a lot though, always bringing a blood bag.
"Gotta keep you strong, now." He'd smile and sit on the edge of my bed, his hand coming to rest on my leg on top of the covers. "You're gonna need to drink from the vein soon, you're looking pale...even for a vampire." He joked and I cracked a smile.
"Yeah." I mumbled, "maybe tomorrow."
I could feel the scratch of my throat, the thirst.
"Maybe. Or maybe today. Come on, up we get." The covers were pulled back and I whined before a pair of underwear was flung at my face. "Wear those one's, I like 'em." He teased and I groaned as I grabbed them, pulling them off my head before a t-shirt was launched at me, this time my new vampire reflexes coming in to catch it. "Up, up up!" He called, his hands clapping in encouragement.
Eventually I did, once he started literally pulling my leg.
He took me to quiet areas to begin with to teach me 'snatch, eat, erase' before we moved onto bigger places. More people, more blood.
Thankfully Damon was always there to pull me away before it went too far, he stopped me from being a killer even if I think a part of him wanted to see that new side of me.
I could see the shimmer of something in his eyes when my chin dripped with blood. His thumb would always catch any from falling, it was a fifty/fifty on whether he'd suck the blood off himself or bring his thumb to my mouth for me to.
His lips on mine always felt so good after feeding.
I understood why he liked to drink from me, I liked tasting his blood too.
His hands would hold my back, keeping me to him whilst I sunk my fangs into his neck.
"See? Isn't it so much better from the vein?" He murmured, his words vibrating in his through and making me nuzzle further into him.
The first time we'd gotten up to his room was like race. Both of us were using our vampire speed to into bed, get our clothes off, get on top of the other.
It was clumsy and messy and somehow still perfect.
But the time after that was even more so.
He took his time, teasing my skin until all my senses were on edge.
His fingers slid back between my thighs, just brushing other them. I was trying my best not to whimper again, I hated making that sound it made me feel weak and I'd never been weak. Not as a human and not now as a vampire so I wouldn't be with him either.
Which was how I ended up on his lap instead, thighs spread over him whilst my hips rolled to ride his fingers. His wrist would adjust to meet my movements. The soft wet sounds drove me, somehow it was turning me on more than anything especially with him talking too.
"That's it baby, keep dripping all over my hand." He murmured, the feel of his fingers curling made me crazy.
Soon enough everything he did made me crazy.
It was like he just seemed to consume me but there was still this slither of me that made me wonder if I consumed him more than Elena would.
Imagine Damon Salvatore drinking your blood during sex 🫣
I hope he's not ooc!
(blood drinking (both Damon and reader), blood kink ig?, vampirism, gn!reader, readers a human, unprotected sex, I think this is it!)
"Holy fuck.. the things you do to me," he sighs, his voice wavering as your walls squeeze around him. He groans something about how tight you are, but you're too lost in the pleasure to understand him. All that comes out of your mouth is moans and whines. He takes one of his hands off your thigh and wraps his fingers around your neck, and he squeezes. The feeling has your eyes rolling back. His finger traces your pulse point, and he leans down to kiss it. The tips of his fangs brush against your soft skin. He kisses the spot just under your pulse and bites down. The feeling of being fucked stupid, and him drinking your blood is all too much and you aren't able to get a word about before your orgasm hits you. He takes a few more nice drinks of you before he pulls off your neck. His pace never faltered once, through the whole ordeal. When he's looking down at you, his eyes follow the drops of blood that drip down onto the bed beneath you both. He leans down once more to lick it and get one more taste of you.
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His hips quickly snap into yours with inhuman speed. You know what he is, but it still shocks you just how fast he is. Each thrust the tip of his cock brushes against that one spot inside you that you've never been able to get with your fingers. He leans down to kiss you, a deep growl vibrates in his chest when his lips touch yours. He lifts your thighs up to wrap them around his hips, letting him get deeper than before.
"Hah... Damon, nghh," you whine and your muscles twitch, you're sensitive, and he just keeps on pounding you. "Shh... I know, I'm right here," he breathes and kisses you once more, his hips moving a big slower now, and he bites his wrist and presses it against your lips, and you quickly drink. He groans, and you can feel him twitch inside of you. It's not long before his orgasm hits him, emptying himself inside of you.
He pulls out of you, and you whimper. He lays beside you and gently strokes your face, pulling you close to kiss you. You can taste the metallic tang of your blood on his tongue, and it's the best thing you ever tasted, and from the growl he lets out into your mouth, you know he can taste his own blood on you. He litters kisses down your jaw and neck, and he kisses your pulse point once more before moving away. "You did so good for me. Now come on, let's get cleaned up, and maybe if I'm feeling nice, we'll have some shower sex," he smirks and kisses you again, effortlessly lifting you up into his arms and into the bathroom.
since you're asking..can u do a touch starved!damon salvatore pls,,,
hunger ✧
damon salvatore x fem!reader.
warnings: swearing, blood (obvi), smut, MDNI. 18+. biting, kissing, unprotected sex, creampie, dirty talk, use of nickname baby.
summary: damon was locked in the salvatore cellar for months, and when you finally bargain with stefan to let him out, he is touch starved, and all he wants is your attention.
a/n: i’m so excited to write for tvd. i’m rewatching the series and ITS SO GOOD. damon is such a hottie. like and comment if you enjoy, and my other stories/masterlist is pinned on my account. 🩷
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damon had been locked away for six months. stefan was trying to prove a point, and it made you nauseous seeing damon in such terrible condition. you couldn’t stomach it after a while, you really tried in the beginning. every morning and night you’d be outside his cell waiting for him, however as he was starved, he became more aggressive. attempting to push you away so he had no reason to look forward for the future. you didn’t allow that. you were always there, even after the comments, and hostility. his words started to affect you though. being around his presence was something you couldn’t walk away from, but you knew interacting with him when he was locked away was hard on him. you stopped staying good morning, only sitting outside his cell in silence.
you relentlessly begged stefan, wanting damon to be freed. “he’s been in there for months, with me by his side he’ll be contained. i promise.” stefan shook his head, his eyes low. shocked he even heard you suggest that again. “he can’t control himself, and the second we let him out he will go on a rampage.” you sigh, but stefan continues. “i’m not willing to get that blood on my hands, and you shouldn’t be either.” tears well up in your eyes, frustration clouding you. “stefan, i’m letting him out. he’ll do good; for me. if i'm wrong, we can throw him right back in that cell.” stefan could see how much this matter meant to you, and damon was his brother, it meant a lot to him too. “you have asked me multiple times now to free him.” you look behind him, to the hallway to the basement. “i can’t keep seeing him like this…” you voice trails off, flustered by how you were feeling. “it hurts.” stefan lowers his head, his eyes trained on the floor. “fine. but the second he can’t control his urges, i’m hunting him down.” you pull him into a hug; relief washing over you. “thank you. thank you so much.”
you run down the hall, grabbing a few blood bags on the way. you approach the cellar door. “damon?” you question. you hear him let out a devastating groan. he weakly speaks up, "hey." your heart stings at his tone, "im here to rescue you." you let out an airy laugh, you glance inside the cell, noticing a small smile on damons lips. "is that right?" you toss the blood bags into his cell, and he's quick to his feet. he immediately reaches for them, devouring the drink. "im here for you damon." after the blood bags, he had the energy to stand face to face in front of the door. his hand reached through the crack, and you join your hand in his.
"you have to promise me something before i can let you out, okay?" your words made him nervous, but he was desperate to be let out of this penitentiary. "anything, i promise." you smile, your eyes locking with his. how badly you wanted to just let him out and crash your lips against his. that was the hardest part of him being locked up, no kisses, hugs, hand holding, nothing. "you can't go on a bender again." he's silent now, the memories rushing to his head again. similarly, like they had so many times in the silence and dark of night. "i wont, you motivate me to be better." his words comforted you, you glance over at stefan and he gives a nod of approval. you undo the lock, cracking the cellar door open.
with no hesitation, damon is engulfing you. his hands roaming every inch of your body, his mouth desperately on yours. in between kisses he mutters out, "i've missed you so much." you have tears now, the reunion you've been craving for months suddenly becoming reality. you both pull away to breath, his hands holding your face, your hands around his neck. "ive been waiting, so long." you let out a hushed whimper, and damons heart softens at the sound. he was being honest, he genuinely loved you, and he wanted to do everything he could to ensure you would be his.
"thank you so much for believing in me." you pull him into another kiss, desperate to make up for lost time. "i love you damon." he pulls you into a tight hug, "i love you so much." you pull away, and link your arm with his. you lead him upstairs to join stefan. "now that you are out, any slip ups, and i will make it my life mission to lock you away, for good." you knew stefan was serious, it left a weird tension in the air. "i know brother, i'll be on my best behavior." he flashed a cheesy grin. stefan scoffs, "i'll believe it when i see it." with that, stefan leaves the room, giving you and damon some space.
"please be good for me. i can't go that long without touching you again." he grabs your chin, forcing you to make eye contact with him, "i promise i won't do anything to ruin this." you nod, "maybe you should shower." he shy's away at this, now becoming insecure of his scent. "noted." he leads you upstairs to his room. he sets out a change of clothes, heading into the bathroom. you lay on damon's bed, eager for him to finish his shower.
the steam fogged up the mirror, damon washed out his conditioner. he desperately needed the comfort of the warm water. he finishes washing up, meeting you in his room with just a towel wrapped loosely around his waist. you bite your lip, his abs on full display. "you're so handsome, damon." he smirks slightly, "im so thankful for you." you look away, "it was really hard not being able to touch you." he sighs, "i know, and i said some really harsh stuff that i regret." you nod, "i didn't take it personally i know you had a lot going on." he's relieved, and you take note of his wet hair dangling in front of face. you stand up, and he immediately pulls you close to him. "i need you." he mumbles, his hands grabbing at the flesh of your ass. he plants his mouth against yours, hungry for your touch. "i need you so bad." you groan beneath him. he leans into your neck, slowly dipping his teeth in you. he rubs your back as he drains your artery. he pulls his teeth from your neck, licking the blood that spilt down your throat. "you are so sexy, baby." you fold at his touch, and he gently places you on his bed.
you lean back, and he's littering your chest with small kisses. "missed everything about you." you lean forward, pushing the damp hair out of his face. "yeah?" he nods, his hands slipping underneath your shirt. he gently massages your stomach, desperate for the feel of your soft skin. "you know how many times the thought of you, got me through it?" your eyes go soft, "i was there every day. i asked stefan so many times to let you out." you look away, starting to frown. he tsks, grabbing your cheek. "i'm here now baby, and i don't plan on leaving anytime soon." you hold onto him tightly, afraid to lose him. "can i touch you?" without second guessing you eagerly say yes. "please touch me." he's quick to remove your pants, his fingers circling your clit. you lift your body up, melting into his touch. "fuck damon."
he lifts from your pussy, and you whine from the loss of contact. he drops his towel, revealing his hard length. "all those times in that lonely cell i thought about pounding you in a million ways." you smirk, "now we have so much time to reenacts those thoughts." he jerks his cock a few times, "yes we do, don't we?" he grabs your legs pulling you closer to him. "im gonna fuck you so hard." you shiver at his tone, he lifts your legs above you, sliding into your hole. his cock is huge compared to your tight pussy, and he groans at the feeling. "fuck you're tight." he slides deeper inside of you, filling you up. "i missed your cunt." your eyes are locked onto his facial expressions, his face filled with pleasure. he pounds you, moving your position to where your legs were wide, and you were slightly angled up. he swirls your clit with his thumb. you grab his hand while he overwhelms your bundle of nerves. "you feel so so good.." you slam your eyes shut, overwhelmed by damon's cock. his cock filled you to the brim, his fast paced had him hitting a deep spot inside of you. "its been a while im so sorry." he mumbled, his hips stirring "cum with me baby." he continued pounding you, adding pleasure from massaging you clit. he had deep groans falling from his lips, and that sent you over the edge. "please i'm gonna cum." your legs shook as your orgasm washed over you, damon's thick streams of cum cover you walls.
he stayed inside you for a second, letting you guys catch your breath, he holds you close, his lips curved into a relaxed smile. "you are perfect." he whispers. "im so glad you're all mine." you snuggle into him more, and he slowly pulls out from you, he lifts you up and carries you to the bathroom. he cleans you up with a warm rag, he kisses your thighs. "want to go to the mystic grill?" you ask him. he bites his lip, "yeah sure." you change into acceptable clothes, and the two of you head to the bar.
I ACTUALLY KNOW THIS BECAUSE IT DROVE ME BONKERS SO I ASKED A CANADIAN FRIEND. they buy the bagged milk and then put it inside a reusable like plastic pourable thing. idk if they leave the milk in the bag though or pour it into the other container first. canada is weird.
“But when you pray, go into your room, close the door and pray to your Daddy, who is unseen. Then your Daddy, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you. - Matthew 6:6“
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