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House of Memories { Damon / Bonnie / Ryan}

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      The three of them had been home from the trip to Italy for about a week, but there was something in the raven’s gut that told him something was wrong.  He was about to go check on Ryan and Bonnie and say that Stefan and Elena said hi, when he saw the two of them in the parlor.  Bonnie practically looked like she was dead.  Her eyes were rolled back, she wasn’t moving.  Ryan looked like he saw a ghost.  The word Amanda repeatedly falling from Bonnie’s lips singled that everything was not okay, but he wasn’t so sure which of the two he felt more worried for.   Walking in completely he rested a hand on Ryan’s shoulder, nodding his head.  “You okay? What’s happening here?  I don’t think I have seen either of you like this.”  Before he could get any further details, he noticed blood starting to drip from the witches nose, and he was by her side instantly. He rested his hand on her shoulders, and tried to shake her out of whatever she was going through.  “bonnie, Bonnie come back to me.”

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Bamon sex drabble

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         There is something about being stuck in a parallel universe with only one person to talk to that just change's one's perspective. Damon had always respected Bonnie, always idolized her strength, and always admired her beauty. She was the one person that he couldn't be selfish with. He didn't want to taint her with his poison. Yet. There with nothing but the two of them, there was only so much restraint that one man could have, and those damn short with that crop top were going to be the death of them .The two of them had their morning ritual. Every morning he would make her pancakes and they would do the crossword. It was something to make them feel as though they had some sort of normalcy in their existence. He was so sick of her skipping around with that little teddy bear. His only intention was to rip it out of her hand but when they were so close to the kitchen island, he couldn't seem to bother to restrain himself any further. Ripping the bear out of her hand and tossing it to the ground, he pressed her body against the counter of the island. There was no ounce of hesitation, no fear that she would reject him, give him an aneurysm. He knew that this was something the both of them had been tiptoeing around for far too long. His lips crashed against hers with a hunger, a thirst that only she could quench. It wasn't soft. It wasn't gentle. As far as they had come, it still wasn't close to some sort of making love. He hoisted her up onto the counter, spreading her legs quickly. The second that he felt her returning the kiss, he knew that there was no point in stopping. It was going to be hard, fast, leave them both breathless. They could answer all the what the fuck just happeneds later. Pulling away from her lips, he trails kisses down her neck, pulling her shirt off over her head. The devious smirk on his lips from the sight of perky breasts not hidden by a bra. One less article of clothing he would have to not try and rip. Though he didn't have the same patience for her jeans. As he let his wet lips engulf her erect nipples, his hands clawed at those short shorts, his vampire strength making quick work of the jean fabric. He could go to the mall and get her another pair later. Or she would just have to learn to walk around naked. He doubted this was going to be their first time. His hands rubbed along her thighs as he felt her hands trying to remove his clothes. An effort he was quick to help her with so that she could touch his skin. he could feel her need to try and control this. He wasn't about to let that happen, though she could easily out power him if she wanted to. He gripped onto her hands and held them against her chest with one of his hands, as the other assisted the fabric of his own pants in a downward journey. When he could finally step out of his final article of clothing, he bumped her legs open with his hip and finally let go of her hands. "I'm going to rock your world little witch." The comment was her only warning before he spit on his own hands and rubbed the moisture along his length. Once he felt like he was lubed enough in case she wasn't wet enough, he wasted no time thrusting inside of her. His hand moved to grip onto the back of her neck, yanking her head back. His tongue traced along the side of her neck, moments before his fangs scraped against freshly moistened skin. His fangs sunk into her vein and that was all it took to take the two of them to their own little pleasure world. They were lost in one another and that was all that matter.

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Bared to You (Ryan - Bonnie - Damon)

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☠     Manarola was the type of city that was inspiring. The little Italian village was glorious, and for the first time since her had met the other, Damon actually understood Ryan to the fullest extent. he didn't just respect the man out of tolerance, but out of admiration. It was the first time that he was actually willing to share Bonnie, to be in whatever crazy little mix their relationship was.          The first night he had let the two of them share a bedroom alone, though the sound of them together was maddening. Laying there that night had sparked an idea in his head. It didn't have to be each man taking their turn with Bonnie. Why couldn't the three of them have a little fun with this thing.            Of course he wasn't about to outright kiss Ryan, he hadn't evolved that much. Instead as they were all in the parlor, Damon purposely spilled a little of his bourbon on Bonnie's bosom.  He ripped her shirt and cleared his throat.  “Ryan I seemed to have spilled.  Since this is your house after all perhaps you want to clean it up.” 

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       ☠ Having a night out with his brother was supposed to be a good thing.  For the first time in over several years they were on talking term, at least they were tolerating each other.   Not that he would ever admit it to the younger Salvatore’s face but he had needed this more than anything.  It was about halfway through the night when they started to stop talking about what they had missed in the last few years and had changed to how the men hitting on all the women were just pathetic.          There had been one woman who had caught his eye all night.  She was one of the most beautiful women that he had ever seen.  Beautiful enough to make him wonder why he had spent so much time pining over his ex when he could have been getting to know her.  He was watching some creep try to hit on her for about fifteen minutes before he decided to step in.           Fifteen minutes of fist flying and insults being thrown at each other the drunkard was being escorted out by security and Damon was standing by the beauty that captured his attention.  He held his cold beer up against his freshly busted lip and smiled softly at the woman.  “Sorry for the drunkapotomus.  I promise not all men at that horrible.  Can I buy you a drink to celebrate his departure before I leave you be?”

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I'm bored. Entertain me.

[ℜ]     “Your plaything isn’t here right now,” Ryan muses, running his fingers through her hair as she lays in his lap. “And you know the only games I like to play involve you screaming my name.”  Things have been better since he and Damon have hashed it out and come to a mutual understanding and Bonnie is sucking up all the good vibes in the house now. “Sound entertaining enough for you?”

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sex+romance headcanons!

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         💝 Does my muse like Valentine’s Day?

Ryan is....impartial to the holiday. For him, he feels like you should spend as much time as possible telling and showing your loved one how much they mean to you, how much you love them. Though he is thankful for the amount of candy that becomes cheap after the holiday.

           🎥 Who is my muse’s celebrity crush?

Ryan doesn’t do celebrity crushes. He just does them.

           💘 What are the ways my muse says ‘I love you’ without actually saying it?

He’ll do small things like, cooking dinner for them with plans of watching their favorite movie cuddled up under a blanket. Maybe flowers just cause he’s thinking of them. And of course, your good ole romp in the sack that leave them screaming his name.

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                           💑 What are my muse’s requirements for a potential partner?

Ryan would like his partner to be independent but willing to let him be their support when necessary. Because no matter how strong you may be, you’re going to need someone by your side when things get rough. Communication, kinkiness, and sass are also A+ qualities to have as well. And, confidence is always sexy of course