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October 13: Mirror Sex (Damon Salvatore) ❤️

Warnings: 18+ readers only, Mirror sex, pet names

Notes: Apparently I hadn't saved the original one which is why this one is so short, bad, and reads like it was written in five minutes (cause it was)

Copyright: I do not own Damon Salvatore or any of the TVD/TO/Legacies characters. I also do not condone this being copied.

"I would really prefer to skip todays." You said, biting your bottom lip. "I just. . . I don't think I can be dominant, at all. But maybe we could just replace it with something that's not on the list? I just don't think either of us would enjoy it."

"I agree." Damon said, looking down at his phone.

The two of you had been going along with the Kinktober challenge for the entire month of October. But, today was Mommy kink/dom and you couldn't be dominant to save your life.

Damon had given you one tap out which was one kink that you could skip this month. But you had been hoping to save it for the Wax kink.

"Here, I found one." Damon said, putting his phone aside.

"What is it?" You asked curiously and he grinned.

"You'll have to figure it out." He said, moving around the room with vampiric speed, making you dizzy. After a few seconds, all that you could notice a change about was that he had moved the comfortable armchair into the middle of the room.

"Strip baby." Damon said, smirking as he lifted his own shirt up over his head. You took a second to admire his figure, before slowly stripping. You were nervous, but you also knew that Damon would never make you do something that you didn't want.

After you had slid the last bit of clothing off your body, you approached him where he was sitting in the chair. You went to straddle him, but his hands landed on your hips, spinning you around so your back was flush against his chest.

"I want you to see yourself baby." Damon chuckled, his fingers already slipping down your thighs, touching your clit. "You don't get to cum until you guess what the kink is today."

You whimpered as his fingers circled your clit.

Trying to focus on his words instead, you looked around the room. He wanted you to see yourself. . . Your eyes landed on the mirror in front of you. You could see yourself in the mirror of course, could see Damon's long fingers circling the sensitive nub. Your eyes snapped up, meeting his in the reflective surface and he smirked.

"Good girl." He chuckled.

Mirror sex.

"Keep your eyes on yourself baby. Don't move them." Damon commanded, plunging two fingers into your cunt. You heard yourself gasp, watching his fingers going all the way in, his thumb swiping over your clit. It was erotic, watching him.

Then, he was lifting your hips up and you watched, fascinated, as your pussy seemed to suck his cock into it. "Fuck." You whispered hoarsely.

"That's it baby." Damon groaned, "Go ahead, ride me."

You placed your hands on the arms of the chair, slowly lifting yourself up and down. You couldn't tear your eyes away from where the two of you connected, watching how it looked as he continued to go in and out of you.

Damon eventually got frustrated with the slow pace, grabbing your hips and started to fuck you. This gave you a chance to look at his blissed-out face, his teeth digging into his bottom lip as he grunted out moans. You watched your breasts, bouncing up and down with the motion of him fucking you.

"Damon." You gasped out, only now realizing that you were going to cum soon from the erotic situation. "Damon I'm going to cum!"

"Yeah?" Damon grunted. "Me too baby. You look so pretty like this. Go ahead and cum."

"Fuck." You cried out, squeezing your eyes shut. You nearly toppled forwards onto the floor as you felt the cold pleasure wash over you, but Damons' arms pulled you back into his chest. You felt his ropes spurt up into you and the two of you caught your breath.

"That was. . ." You tried to figure out what the best word for describing the situation was. "That was amazing."

"You looked like you were enjoying yourself." Damon chuckled, kissing your cheek. "Adorable girl."

"Another round?" You asked.

Damon chuckled, lifting you off of his cock, setting you on your feet on the floor. "Of course baby. But-"

Using his vampire speed, he moved around the room once more, this time you noticed the mirror was placed in front of the bed. Damon led you over to the bed and then pushed you down on it so that your hips were off, feet on the floor. You were facing the mirror looking into it.

Damon smirked from behind you. "I'm quite liking this kink."

"Me too." You gasped and then let the pleasure take ahold of you and prayed there would be more rounds after this.

[random-multifandom-imagines]

Imagine getting stuck in a room with Damon, whom you share a mutual feeling of hate with

“No no no no no!” you exclaim, banging on the door as it slams shut. "You have got to be kidding me.” 

“Back up, Y/N, let the man handle the situation.” Damon says, pushing you aside. You feel heat rise to your face as you cross your arms and glare at him. He yanks on the handle, and frowns when it doesn’t budge.

“Oh, what’s the mater, manly man?” you ask sarcastically. “Is the door too heavy for your big muscles?”

“You know what, I’d be extra nice to me right now.” he replies, rolling his eyes. “Just stay away from me, okay?”

“Fine by me.” you mutter, roaming around the large room. Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and your scramble to answer it. “Y/B/F/N?”

“Y/N, where are you?” she replies. “I’ve been waiting at the library for fifteen minutes, and I really need help with my essay.”

“I’m so sorry, I’m actually a little busy right now.” you reply. “I was looking for this old book with Damon, and now we’re trapped.”

“What? That’s horrible!” she exclaims. “I know how much you hate him...”

“Yeah, I know.” you say, sliding down the wall and sitting on the floor. “He is the most irritating person on the planet.”

“Hey, Y/N, do you think you could talk a little louder?” Damon calls. “I don’t think they heard you over in China.”

“I really think I might kill someone tonight.”

***

“Damon, I swear to God if you don’t shut up I am going to kill you.” you say, flipping through the pages of your magazine.

He walks over and snatches the magazine away. “Ooh, I’m Y/N.” Damon mocks in a high pitched voice. “I read magazines and take quizzes to see what actor is my soulmate.”

You roll your eyes, and get to your feet. “I know you think you’re making fun of me, but you’re acting like an idiot.” you say, grabbing the magazine back. “And besides, I already know Chris Evans is my soulmate.”

“Whatever.” he goes and flings himself on the couch. There’s a moment of peaceful silence, until he begins talking again. “So tell me, Y/N-”

“Lord help me....” you say, looking up.

“You’re familiar with how women think, right?” he asks, sounding so serious you actually look over at him. 

“Well I should hope so, as I am a woman.” you reply. “Why the sudden interest, Mr. Salvatore?”

“There’s just this girl that I like, and I’m not sure if she likes me back-”

“Doubtful.” you mutter.

“And I was hoping you could provide me with some insight.” he finishes, unfazed. “Could you?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“So, whenever we’re near each other, she acts like she hates me, but I can’t help but feel like it’s all just a facade, you know?” he says, rolling onto his back. “I mean, I really like her. She’s beautiful, and smart, and funny, and incredibly kind, and I don’t know what to do.”

“It sounds to me like you should talk to her.” you reply, shrugging. “A lot of times when girls are uncertain of their feelings for someone, they act rude and mean until they figure out how they feel.”

“Ah.” Damon nods. “So Y/N, why do you hate me?”

"Wh-what?” you ask, a bit flustered

He gets to his feet, and walks over to where you’re standing. “I asked why you hate me?” he repeats. “Is it because you’re unsure about your feelings for me? That you’re afraid of what might happen if you let yourself get feelings for me?”

“I- I don’t....” you look at the ground, a blush on your cheeks. 

“Y/N.” Damon cups your face with his hands. "You can stop pretending, I like you too. I like you a lot.”

“Damon, I-” you start, but he cuts you off with a kiss. You freeze, but let yourself melt into it, and curl your fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. Too soon, he pulls away, leaving you swaying in place for a moment before reopening your eyes. “Maybe this won’t be so bad.”

[random-multifandom-imagines]

Imagine seeing Damon after being kidnapped

“DAMON!” you exclaim, running at top speed to where your boyfriend was waiting. He spread his arms wide, and you jumped right into them. Other people jump a little, but smile once they see what’s going on.

“Oh, thank God, Y/N.” he whispers, holding you tightly around the waist and at the back of your head. He kisses your forehead, then you rest your head in the crook of his neck. 

“I missed you so much.” you mutter.

“Not as much as I missed you.” he replies.