Hello. I absolutely love the way you write. Nd to nd communication hah. I hope i am not knocking on the closed door and requests are open. Can you do general relationship headcanons with Salvatore brothers? Thank you! I love how insightful you're about characters you write.✨🍁
Thank you so much! Writing for these two was a nice change, I forgot how much I like TVD.
𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬
☾‧₊˚ ⋅ ― gender neutral reader. no description of features. no mentions of size, race or age.
Damon is infuriatingly casual about your relationship, but only in public. In private, he’s intensely possessive in a quiet, dangerous way — a hand at your lower back, fingers laced with yours, always grounding himself through you.
He pretends not to care when you’re upset, but the moment you leave the room, he’s already plotting emotional revenge on whatever or whoever caused it.
Damon uses humor as armor. When things get serious between you, he deflects with sarcasm — not because he doesn’t care, but because he cares too much.
He absolutely feeds on you if you ask. When he does, he’s reverent about it; slower, gentler, almost worshipful compared to how he acts with anyone else.
Damon struggles with the idea that you could leave him one day. Even if you reassure him constantly, there’s a part of him that believes he’s unlovable, and you staying feels like a miracle he doesn’t deserve.
He shows love through actions, not words: fixing things you didn’t ask for, killing threats before you ever hear about them, making sure you’re always protected even if it means being the villain.
Damon gets jealous easily, but instead of confronting you, he confronts them. You often find out later when someone suddenly avoids you forever.
When he’s drunk on bourbon, he’s painfully honest. Those are the moments he admits how terrified he is of losing you.
He hates arguments with you. If you’re genuinely hurt, he spirals, either becoming overly affectionate or completely shutting down.
Damon is clingy when he thinks you’re asleep. An arm around your waist, your head pulled against his chest, like he’s afraid you’ll disappear if he lets go.
He loves that you see the good in him, but it also scares him. You believing in him makes him want to be better, and that responsibility weighs heavily.
Damon would burn the world down for you, and then feel guilty that you had to watch him do it.
When he finally says “I love you,” it’s quiet, serious, and completely stripped of humor. He never says it lightly again.
𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Stefan loves you deliberately. Every choice he makes in the relationship is intentional, thoughtful, and rooted in wanting to protect both your heart and his morality.
He communicates openly, sometimes painfully so. If something bothers him, he talks to you about it instead of letting it fester.
Stefan is gentle in ways Damon isn’t: brushing hair from your face, checking in on your emotions, noticing the smallest changes in your mood.
He worries constantly about being a danger to you. Even when things are good, there’s always a part of him afraid he’ll lose control and hurt you.
Stefan is deeply romantic — handwritten notes, quiet dates, shared books, long conversations at night about life, guilt, and hope.
He feeds carefully around you, and if you’re human, he’s hyper-aware of boundaries. Your safety always comes first.
Stefan struggles with self-forgiveness, and you often become the person who reminds him he’s more than his worst mistakes.
He leans on you emotionally in ways he doesn’t with anyone else. You’re his anchor when his guilt threatens to pull him under.
Stefan loves routines with you — coffee together, walks through Mystic Falls, shared moments that make eternity feel manageable.
When you argue, Stefan listens first. He wants to understand you, even if it means confronting uncomfortable truths about himself.
He gets quietly jealous, but instead of acting out, he internalizes it, wondering what someone else could offer that he can’t.
Stefan values your opinion deeply. Your disappointment affects him more than anyone else’s anger ever could.
Loving you makes Stefan believe redemption is possible, not because you forgive him blindly, but because you challenge him to be better.
𝐃𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐧 𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐱 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐧 ☾‧₊˚ ⋅
Being in a relationship with both Salvatore brothers is intense, complicated, and deeply emotional but it works because of trust, communication, and shared history.
Damon and Stefan are fiercely protective of you together. Any threat to you becomes a joint operation, no questions asked.
You balance them. Damon’s chaos softens when Stefan’s calm is present, and Stefan’s self-doubt eases when Damon pushes him to live.
Damon is more physically affectionate, while Stefan is more emotionally expressive, and you get the best of both worlds.
Arguments are inevitable, but you’ve learned how to navigate them. Damon lashes out first, Stefan tries to mediate, and you’re the grounding force that brings them back together.
They both worry about hurting each other through you, especially given their history, so reassurance and honesty are crucial.
Stefan often checks in emotionally, making sure you’re not overwhelmed. Damon checks in practically, making sure no one is crossing boundaries.
There’s an unspoken understanding that neither brother competes for you. Love isn’t a contest, it’s something you all choose, every day.
Damon shows his devotion through loyalty and protection; Stefan shows his through patience and emotional presence.
Quiet nights are rare but cherished — all three of you together, the world momentarily still, pretending things can be normal.
When you’re hurt, they respond differently but with equal intensity: Stefan comforts, Damon avenges.
You become the emotional bridge between them, helping heal wounds that existed long before you ever entered their lives.
Loving both brothers means loving their darkness and their hope, and they love you for accepting all of it without trying to change who they are.
as you ran through the crowded halls of mystic falls high school dodging students left and right trying not to drop your books as you squeeze past the students trying to make it to your class on time because you could NOT afford to get another detention and as your lost in your thoughts rushing through the hallway CRASH you suddenly bumped into someone your books scatters your pages fly as you hit the ground with a thud “god im so sorry I didn’t see you-“ you said trying to collect your books and the pieces of paper scattered in the crowded hallway and as you reach for your English book you freeze as you and the mysterious strangers hands touch hands and as you look up the first thing you notice is those forest green eyes that sharp jawline ,time slowed as you felt your face go red ,you snatched the book from under his hand fumbling with your things as you stood up”s-shit dude im sorry “ you said almost dropping your books AGAIN because it was just your luck that the one guy you bump in this entire school just happened to be one of if not the hottest guys you’ve ever seen and just as you were about to bolt to your classroom you felt a hand on your wrist “wait- it was my fault I was blocking the hallway” he said his voice etched with worry “ at least let me walk you to the nurse’s office or-“you cut him off “ while I appreciate the sentiment I desperately need to get going before I’m late to class AGAIN” and as you felt his grip on your wrist loosen and taking the chance you yanked your arm back running through the crowded hallways once again before arriving at your classroom shortly after
end of chapter 1
Chapter 2
[This is my first time writting a fanfiction that i actually wanted to post so bear with me if its a little ass but i NEEDED more stefan x male reader on this app that wasent js smut(no complaints tho) but feel free to leave your suggestions on how i can improve and what youd like to see in the next chapter<3]
Stefan Salvatores tumblr tag is so dissapointing like i wanted headcanons about his endless depression and self harm tendencies and not dirty fanfiction😭
disclaimer: if i have anything to add when i get to later seasons i will be reblogging this and adding on like that.
to begin, im gonna start with the obvious katherine-and-damon relationship: damon deserves so much better than what was given to him. he loved her with everything he had, and what he got in return was katherine using him and going after his brother. which, yeah, i can admit, their relationship is very interesting and complex, but never in the way that would’ve been enough for a character like damon salvatore.
which, my next point: damon—like his brother—would MUCH rather be a human. sure, it’s weird to think about since damon seems to fit the vampire personality better. but may i just point out how many times he has told people that you can turn your humanity off? because it’s been a lot. and each and every time, damon fails to mention the fact that his is still very much on. and you’d think it wasn’t! but the guy who drinks every time his ex is brought up, who tries his hardest to stay on people’s good sides despite his personality just being ass, and who wants desperately—despite everything—to protect the town he says he hates. that’s not turning your humanity off, as much as he says otherwise or doesn’t admit. it’s on. it is always on.
of course my point of him wanting to be human (or dead, for that matter) can be seen in a lot of scenes. but i used that example because it’s the one that impacts me the most. everyone is always talking about how they can turn off their human emotions, but damon never does (up until the point im at). it’s just very… human of him, to want to carry those feelings instead of simply turning them off. to show that, at least to some extent, he truly DOES care. in his own strange damon way.
now above i said there were “a lot of scenes” where we see him like this, and one of the main ones (to me) is the scene when stefan forces him to turn. again, he was willing to die with the fact that the person he loved was “dead.” he had no desire to become a vampire in the first place, and though we later see him saying later on with elena that he was glad stefan forced him to turn because it’s been “one hell of a ride,” i still don’t believe he even wants to be semi-alive. because no matter what he does, how much he puts in, how much he LOVES, no one will ever be able to see past the dick moves he pulls and the things he says; no one will care for him the way he tries to care for them.
Requests: “79 & 80 Stefan Salvatore” Prompt List (Credits to gif owners!)
Y/N hated when she’d be out with Stefan and all of the girls would cling to him like he was a magnet. He only had eyes for her but Y/N couldn’t stand the way Elena still lingered around as if she still cared. She broke his heart for Damon, Caroline has been obsessed with him since he arrived in Mystic Falls. The freshmen girls watched him strut down the hallway.
The junior girls always waited in groups and waved as he passed. But the one thing Y/N couldn’t stand...when a girl flirted with him like she wasn’t standing next to him. Oh it made her blood boil and everything in her crawl. Pretending she didn’t exist because she had one of the yummiest boyfriends in Mystic Falls really irked her.
Stefan insisted he take Y/N out for dinner at The Grill. With Silas dead, his memories back, he finally found time to take her out and spend time with her. A waitress was watching from the bar, grinning at him. “You do realize you’re the hottest guy in here right? Ever since you got your memories back it’s like every girl is all over you.” Y/N frowned and played with the straw in her drink. Stefan let out a deep exaggerated sigh in response.
His face then turned red. “I wouldn’t say the hottest...” Y/N grinned up at him. He was always so humble. “I don’t know why it’s only now after my memories came back, but you are the one I want Y/N…I explain it to you all the time..” He explained in the most gentle Stefan way possible. Y/N nodded and grabbed his hand from across the table, her thumb playing with his daylight ring. He was right, he did reassure her a lot and she needed to start trusting just a bit more.
“You are the hottest. FYI.” She whispered and Stefan looked down at his lap with a smile on his face, biting his lip to keep from smiling too big. “I just don’t like everyone staring at you. I wish I could just act on it and show them how much I don’t like it.” Y/N rolled her eyes. Stefan thought she was adorable like this, she isn’t threatening at all.
Stefan rested his chin on his hand and brushed his thumb over hers. “I don’t like when guys stare at you but I never act on it.” He added. “Jealousy is okay, as long as you control it, Y/N.” Why does he always have to add his words of Stefan wisdom?
“Not when you’re mine!” She argued and was a little too loud at the same time. “Especially when they look better than me…” She trailed off.
Stefan rolled his eyes this time. “Y/N...you’re also mine. Isn’t that something in itself? Something to fall back onto for comfort? I choose to be with you.” He narrowed his eyes at her. Y/N wouldn’t admit it. “Come on. Say it. You want to agree with me.”
Yes she did. He was right and she was wrong which was usual. And she wanted to laugh at herself for how silly she was being. Stefan had never given her a reason not to trust him before.
“Come on Y/N.” He leans further across the table at her. Their moment was interrupted by the waitress. Stefan looked up with those big green eyes and the waitress nearly melted in the most visible way possible. Shuddering and all.
Y/N knew Stefan just proved her point. “This is your bill but I think it’ll be on me.” The waitress walked away with a noticeable sway in her hips. Stefan was being stared down by Y/N and awkwardly scratched his head.
“I uh...” He coughed and read the bill. “It’s free food so...” He shrugged at her. Y/N frowned and sat back, crossing her arms. “Come on Y/N do you think I do that on purpose? I was born like this.” He ran his hands through his fluffy hair. “All joking aside I don’t want anyone else, baby.” He said gently again.
“No, you don’t do it on purpose. But I’m going to get you some contacts that make your pretty green eyes a shit brown color and then nobody will melt when they look into your eyes.” She hissed.
“Y/N...” He started and was starting to become frustrated. They were interrupted again by a female plopping herself into the booth next to Stefan without so much as acknowledging Y/N. Y/N gasped. She couldn’t believe what she was seeing, it was like someone cast a spell on her boyfriend and they couldn’t resist themselves. But to be fair Caroline did the exact same thing when the group met Stefan for the very first time.
“How about I write my number on that paper?” She playfully grinned. It was like Y/N didn’t exist and Stefan was growing more uncomfortable by the second. She had a hand loosely placed on his bicep and Y/N wasn’t sure if she should be seething or cry. How disrespectful and distasteful. No class whatsoever.
“Oh no we uh...” Stefan started scratching his ear. “Okay look, I’ve got a girlfriend sitting across from me. I’d appreciate it if you’d stop.” Always the gentleman. But Y/N wanted to see him snap.
Y/N huffed when the girl pressed her hand to Stefan’s jawline. She wanted nothing more than to see Stefan tear into her jugular now. “I’m leaving.” Y/N collected her things and headed for the front door. She had to be the bigger person, after all Stefan could handle himself. She knew he’d compel her or just completely walk away,
Stefan choked on air and pushed the stranger off of him who followed them outside. “Please stop. Y/N please….” He begged her. But she kept following them to the car into the dark alleyway. Y/N didn’t stop until she heard a gasp and teeth tearing into flesh.
Stefan huffed, taken aback by his sudden action. Blood smeared across his lips and dripped down his chin and into the collar of his shirt. The patterns that danced under his eyes faded and he was back to his sweet human self. He looked down at the lifeless body of the poor girl who followed them outside and Y/N could swear she almost felt bad.
He looked up at her and grinned crookedly at her and what he said next had a hint of amusement in his voice.
“Looks like I got two free meals tonight…” He started to collect the limp body in his arms to dispose of it.
Notes: after breaking up with Damon, you walk out, only to run straight into Stefen
Tw//: manipulative, cheating, lying, angst, bloodshed, physic, witches, vampires, cursing, blood drinking, drunk sex, talks of sexual acts, 18+ scenes. I put a “••••” were everything goes into detail
Damon and Elena.
Damon and Elena.
Damon and Elena.
Damon and Elena.
Damon and Elena.
Damon and Elena.
Damon and Elena.
Damon. And. Elena.
You never liked Elena. Something was really off about her and now you knew. But you didn’t think Damon would just cheat. After so much time and a rough day at the Mystic Grill you wanted nothing more than to curl into the arms of your beloved boyfriend. Yet someone else who you thought was your friend was already asleep in your arms.
It hadn’t even registered until you were back in the cold outside, walking away from the home.
When you had originally walked inside, you went straight up to his room, swinging the door open, only to see Elena curled into the arms of a sleeping Damon. Without hesitation, you slammed the door shut, just walking downstairs and right back out. By the time you were down the street, salty tears had started to coat your lips as they ran down your cheeks.
All you could focus on was the cold that hit your now wet face. Staring down at your feet, your body was on autopilot, taking you the way to your house. Only it would’ve, but your body hit a wall that forced your brain to take back over.
Looking up, you saw Stefen. Your now ex boyfriends, brother. You rolled your eyes and shoved past him, ignoring the raised brow he gave you and the fact that you could hear his footsteps following you.
You sighed as you stopped, turning around and coming face to face with him. You didn’t account for the fact that he was now only centimeters away from you.
You and Stefen had a good relationship so far. You always made fun of the fact that you were exactly the same height as him. You always messed with his hair and made fun of the clothing he wore. All in good jokes. You knew he was okay with your teasing, otherwise you wouldn’t have done it.
But now you realized something as you stood in front of him.
Elena was still Stefan’s girlfriend.
You sighed as he stared at you. Did he know? How would you tell him?
Meanwhile Stefen was thinking through all the things that could’ve been the reason you were crying.
He had known you for over a year and you had been through some things with the group throughout that time. Stefen and you often had alone time whenever Elena and Damon ran off to save someone or were getting kidnapped. You talked and laughed and told life stories. It was a peaceful friendship.
Yet now you stood in front of him. But this was the closest thing he had seen to you crying. He didn’t even get to see you cry but the tears that stained your face and the desperately upset look that was lacing your eyes. 
You had never taken your feelings out on your friends, yet you were in an emotional state and he was worried for you.
He brought his hands up to your face, gently wiping away your tears.
“Why don’t we go to the Mystic Grill and talk about it?”
You slowly nodded, gently pushing his hands away to wipe away anything that he hadn’t already taken care of.
He shoved his hands in his pockets while watching you, silently sighing at the warmth of your breath fanning his face.
After he vowed you as done, he gently wrapped his hand around your waist and sped to the Mystic Grill.
It only took five minutes for Stefen to be throwing back shots. He had told you that he suspected something, but never thought that they would have gone through with it.
Vodka pored down your throat as you laughed at your own grief.
Elena and Damon didn’t even know that they were now single and free to do as they pleased.
Your laugh ran through the busy bar as Matt poured three new shots for Stefen, as he drunkenly shoved the others down as quickly as possible.
You had never been much of a drinker. In fact you never drank, which is why it took you to now to find out you were a lightweight.
You were glad that Matt hadn’t asked you what was wrong, hadn’t asked either of you. He was very curious when you came into the bar and ordered straight tequila and vodka in a glass.
Not a usual drink, but then again you barely knew anything besides the fact that both the drinks would get you druck either way.
You wrapped your arm around Stefen’s shoulder, your other hand purposefully messing up his hair while Stefen threw back his last shot.
Matt came over to the two of you, sighing at your smiling giggling face.
“You two realize I have to cut you off now right?”
You gasped as if he had offended you, and Stefen groaned, trying to reach over the bar to grab something.
You had only had about seven glasses, but Stefen had drank about twice your body weight.
Matt knew it took a lot for vampires to get drunk, but he was almost certain Stefen wouldn’t be able to walk out the door without help.
Matt slapped away Stefen’s hand, asking one of the waitresses to call you both a cab.
Matt had Stefen’s arm wrapped around his shoulder while he tried to get him into the cab, meanwhile you had stumbled after them.
You laughed at Matt gave up and shoved the drunk man into the yellow vehicle, only for your body to start to sway, he gently guided you into the car with the man who was trying to sit up. The only part Matt liked about this was the fact that you were more than willing to corporate with him.
Matt shut the door and gave the man enough money to get back to your house, along with the address.
The moment you were back you were yanking Stefen into your house, until the fact that he hadn’t been invited in yet had him slipping through your fingers and falling flat on his ass.
You laughed and invited him in, he slowly followed you to your room, both of you loosing your footing multiple times on the stairs and even trying to get to your bed.
You laughed yourself onto your bed, laughing at Stefen’s confused face… and that’s where it all went blank.
You’re eyes were pried open by the burning sunlight, a moan of pain as you held your head. You couldn’t feel any of your body but the need to pee was the thing that got you started out of bed.
Throwing the blanket off of you, slowly sitting up and moving your legs of the bed. You stood for maybe half a second before your body hit the ground. Immense pain flowed through you, as you became aware of your lack of clothes.
Flipping yourself over, you felt like a beached whale.
You face flush entirely at the sight of you. Hickeys and bite mark littered your body, from your collarbones to your ankles. Yes, the hickeys went all the way to your ankles.
You felt faint, and your new concern was who you slept with. You gently moved to scratch your neck, only for your fingertips to move directly over another bite mark.
It took you what felt like an entire year to king yourself back into the bed, absolutely no feeling in your legs other than a numbing pain.
Turning over on your side, you made eye contact with a sleeping Stefen. Taking a small peek under the covers, he was also naked.
Unlike you, Stefen’s body healed anything that you had left on him.
As you laid back down on your back, pulling the duvet to cover up your bare chest, you closed your eyes and tried to remember anything that could’ve happened last night.
•••
You moaned loudly as Stefen’s jeans grind roughly against your bare body, his lips were attached to your neck as he rocked your bodies together. His skin dug under your nails as you clawed his bare back, desperate for anything he could give you. His nails dug into your thighs that were wrapped tightly around his waist.
He suddenly pulled away, ignoring your whine as he stopped moving. He pried your legs from around him and gripped your hips, flipping over as he lifted you off him once again. Stefen sat you on his shoulders, smirking up as you as he hooked his arms underneath your thighs. Grabbing onto your hips once again, he lifted your body directly onto his face, smirking at the moan you let out. You tried to move away from the embarrassing pleasure, but before you could his arms hooked around your thighs, pulling you against him as much as he could.
His nose nudge against you as he hardly focused on breathing, moaning against your skin as you started grinding your hips. All you could do was cry out as he didn’t stop.
Not after the first time, nor the second. Not even after you finished for a fifth time and we’re crying from the overstimulation did he stop. He kept going and going, using how sensitive you were against you.
Around your second finish, his had let go of your thighs, reaching up and gripping onto your chest, causing your back to arch as you cried out again.
But now you were on your ninth finish, and Stefen was enjoying every bit of your taste on his tongue. He opened his eyes as his nails dug into your thighs once again. You were doubled over, holding desperately onto your headboard while your body shook from how weak you were. Your entire body glistened with a thick layer of sweat but all you could do was cry out for him to stop, and that you couldn’t do it again, and it was too much.
But as Stefen gave you a small break, breathing through his nose as he tried to memorize your face. Your eyes were closed tightly and you mouth was open, drool slowly rolling down your chin as your eyebrows furrowed.
Stefen smiled as your leftover cum slowly dripped onto his tongue, quickly decided that you could give him one more dose as he hooked his arms back around you and his tongue pushed back inside you, listening closely to your cry that had him straining against his jeans.
His long awaiting erection that strained against his jeans, that were gently stained with your pre-cum.
You started shaking as you tried to basically rip his hair from his head, pain shooting throughout your lower body as you arched your back and dug your hips into his face.
Your body went limp, allowing him to do as he pleased, which he did. Stefen’s hands moved onto your hips, flipping you both over as your were as he left a lingering kiss against your thigh. Taking a deep breath, he did something he would likely regret.
Your heartbeat was strong in his ears as his eyes got dark. Purple veins quickly becoming visible around the bottom of his eyes. His fangs brushed against your skin before puncturing the frail protection from your veins. Blood seeped through his mouth, drowning the taste of you, as your hands gently tugged through his hair.
The taste in his mouth got stronger as he closed his eyes, gripping onto your body in any way that he could. A low moan came from you, making his open his eyes and pull away. He ran his tongue across your bleeding wound, before leaning up on his knees and looking down at you.
Stefen took a step off the bed while hurrying to get his belt off. The alcohol. The taste of you and the taste of your blood. It had put him on an all time high.
He shoved the rest of his clothing down and quickly stepped out of it, kicking them aside before leaning over the edge of your bed, his grip finding your ankles and yanking your body down as you laughed.
He crawled on top of you and quickly pressed his lips against yours as he wrapped your legs around his waist. Your body was extremely weak, to the point where he had all control of whatever happened, which you were totally up for.
He lined up against you, his lips trailing quickly down your jaw and to your neck. Feeling him lined up to you, your arms weakly wrapped around his waist, and it happened all at once.
Stefen pushed inside of you as he bit back down onto your neck. Your nails dug into his back once again, and he started thrusting in and out of you almost immediately.
Your buildup came quickly, and you didn’t know whether you were crying from the pain from your neck and how sensitive you were, or from the pleasure of feeling the blood flow through your veins and how sensitive you were.
Stefen was reaching deep inside of you as you grew lightheaded. The faint sound of the bed violently rocking against your wall sounded through your mind as you started seeing spots, then he pulled away from your neck.
You gently ran your hand down from the side of Stefen’s neck, feeling your fingertips run down your stomach before laying flat, feeling your hand get pushed up by something drilling into you.
Stefen groaned loudly as your blood dripped down his chin. He was trying so hard to keep himself under control, but you tasted so good. He quickly caught your hand moving lower than your stomach, grabbing onto your wrist and pulling it up to his mouth. Placing gentle kissed against your skin before puncturing through once again.
The air seemed to leave your lungs as your eyes rolled back, wrapping your arms as tightly around him as soon as he pulled away. You were still as you could be as Stefen slowly pulled out of you.
Then it all went black.
•••
You were a blushing mess as an arm snaked around your waist.
“Hmmm good morning.”
You opened your mouth to talk, but all you could focus on was how dry your throat was. Stefen gently pulled away from you and sat up, slowly looking at all the clothes that scattered the floor. You slowly sat up as you held your comforter to your chest.
You were still processing all that had happened and your throat told you that answering wasn’t an option. Stefen’s mind was blank. He couldn’t remember anything from the time he stumbled into your house to now.
But obviously he could get some kind of idea.
He slowly turned to you, meeting your eyes as you blushed, so he could also gather that you knew something of what happened that he didn’t.
He slowly leaned over to you, wrapping his arms around you awkwardly.
“Are you okay?”
He could feel your jaw moving, and after a minute he finally heard why.
“Water.”
Your voice was more raspy than he expected and it made him jump back to get you what you needed. He grabbed the spare blanket you kept on your bed that had probably been thrown off at some point in the night and wrapped it tightly around his waist.
Getting to your door, he paused, glancing back at you before continuing. He ended up coming back rather quickly, handing you the glass and glancing at your mostly covered body while you basically chugged the water. His eyes ran directly to the bite mark on your neck.
His figures moved up and ran gently against the punctured skin, looking up to your eyes he hesitantly asked.
“Did I drink-”
You nodded before he could finish. Coughing a bit before you held up your wrist to him, seeing him wince.
You tugged up the side of your duvet, watching his eyes follow your every move as you slowly uncovered your thigh, where another bite mark lay.
He sighed, knowing that once again he was going to half to detox from blood once again, the leftover taste in his mouth finally making sense.
He slowly sat down on the side of the bed, trying to think through what to say while watching you mess with your hands, the glass discarded onto your nightstand.
He gently slid his hand over your own, slowly pulling your wrist up to his mouth, he place a gently kiss over the bite mark, taking in a deep breath against your skin, the smell of blood made his eyes turn dark once again.
He glance to you, seeing you watch him intently, but not flinching away.
He raised an eyebrow as he slowly moved into the bed next to you, gently pushing you away from the bed.
A gently sigh came from you as you slowly allowed your body to lay back down.
He could’ve easily healed you, but the sight of the purple and black looking marks that adorned your skin were to temping to look at.
So he lulled you back to sleep, thinking through whatever you two would do next.
He was also thinking of your calm heartbeat and the fact that if he focus hard enough he could feel the blood rushing through your veins…
But that was a story for another day. So he tried his hardest to just hold the girl in his arms and went to sleep.
