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So i got vrchat for the first time and me and my friends decided to play Russian roulette 😭
PIERROT WAS THE ONLY ONE DYING
Your gathering yandere boyfriends. CAN YOU EVEN TAKE ALL OF EM??? But... THEY WON'T SHARE YOU TO EACH OTHER. I smell war
Credit to @destinysquared post!
I do love them your honor
Can you please give examples of a very dominant Damon with a submissive MC?
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Imagine MC had a rough day—Damon noticed them crying in the bathroom when they thought he couldn't hear.
Damon: "Rosebud, come here."
He pulls you into his lap on the couch, arms wrapped around you like he's afraid you'll disappear again.
Damon: "Now why didn't you tell me anything? That's a problem, you know? We can't have that. And the second problem is you thought you had to hide it."
He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, then the corner of your mouth.
Damon: "When you're sad, you should come to me. That's not optional. That's not a favor you ask for. It's what you owe me, because I'm the one keeping you safe~"
His lips brush against your earlobe.
Damon: "I'm going to take you to bed. I'm going to hold you down and make you feel so good you forget why you were crying. And then you're going to sleep. And tomorrow, we're going to talk about what happened. Not because I'm being nice. Because I need to know who made you sad so I can decide what to do about them."
He tilts your chin up.
Damon: "I love you. That means I get to fix things. Let me fix this."
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This time MC is in the darkroom of Damon’s home, red safelight casting everything in blood tones while more photos of you are being developed.
Damon stands behind you, arms caging you against the counter as strips of developing film hang around you like silent witnesses. His voice is soft and dangerously affectionate.
Damon: "See how beautiful you look in these? Captured perfectly when you thought you were alone… Every secret expression belongs to me now~"
He lowers his head, deliberately dragging the rough scrape of his stubble along the side of your jaw and down the curve of your neck. His stubble leaves your neck tingling as he presses closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear while one hand slips between you and the counter, fingers teasing just under the hem of your clothes.
Damon: "You’re already shaking… so responsive for me. I love how your body betrays exactly what it wants, even when you’re trying to stay quiet."
Damon: "Now spread your legs wider against the table—yes, just like that, darling. I’m going to fuck you right here while you watch yourself come undone in the photos I took yesterday."
Damon: "Tell me how it feels knowing I own every inch of you, even the parts you haven’t shown anyone else. Whisper it. If you’re loud enough for me to hear over the sound of my cock filling you, I might even let you keep one of these as a reward <3”
Imagine Damon finding you asleep in his bed...
You hadn't meant to fall asleep. Honestly, you hadn't even meant to end up in Damon’s room. Another supernatural crisis had kept everyone stuck at the Salvatore Boarding House for most of the evening. This time it had something to do with a mysterious stone. Very original. While everyone else argued downstairs, you wandered into Damon’s room and found one of his older books. It looked ancient, the pages yellowed with age and the leather cover worn from decades of use. You had only intended to read a few pages while waiting for the chaos downstairs to die down. Several chapters later, you were fast asleep.
Damon walked into his room sometime after midnight, shirt unbuttoned carelessly and a bottle of Scotch hanging loosely from his hand. His gaze immediately landed on your sleeping form. One arm was hooked beneath your head while the book rested open against your chest, rising and falling with every peaceful breath. "Aww..." Damon paused, looking completely unimpressed. "The audacity." Yet instead of waking you, he quietly took the book from your hands and placed it on the nightstand. Because despite all his complaints, Damon couldn't remember the last time someone had looked that comfortable around him.
STAY