The Eternal Stud

☩ The Eternal Stud ☩ Independent | Selective Damon Salvatore Mun/Muse are 18+ | NSFW/Triggers Tagged This blog is not affiliated with TVD and no copy right infringement is intended. This blog does not ship Delena romantically Written by Kinder

[thefunsalvatorebrother]

cognacandchess:

“I’m sure he understands the flavor of it, brother. Run off and find another bed to jump into, Damon.”

“Remember you said that, Elijah... And fine. Ric doesn’t say no.” 

“And tell that brother of yours that Pet Smart is running a 2-for-1 on flea dip this week.” 

[thefunsalvatorebrother]

moonoverbourbon:

cognacandchess:

“Well, I’ve yet to find more than one that lasted the hundreds of years required for me to be devoted.          To the best of my knowledge, dear brother, only one such ship exists.”

“I suspect that keeping the Nina, Pinta, and Santa Maria in some god-awful dry dock in Baltimore is not exactly what you had in mind?” 

“Your fondness for Katerina certainly spanned the centuries. I suppose that could have been the ship in which you were referring.” 

As amusing as this is, you know you’d both rather see me naked. 

Admit it. 

[alwaysandforeverkings-blog]

[vampirediaries]

best of the vampire diaries ➧ 19/∞

[fatedforhell-blog]

Permanent Hiatus.

This blog is closed. I’m not deleting it because there’s an off-chance I may get a wild hair to write it again, but for now - nothing new will be coming from here. 

[moonoverbourbon-archive-deactiv]

While I respect the sentiment behind that post floating around about ‘being good enough,’ and not being able to be replaced, it’s something that’s incredibly hard for a lot of people to believe. (Myself included.) 

Please respect that as well. 

[vampirelon]

[allroundlostcause]

‘ I love you is a good thing to say if you can mean it. ‘ (You pick the verse)

this meme imma reblog soon – @thefunsalvatorebrother 

Damon felt warmer than Alaric had imagined, sprawled across his body. Maybe that was stupid. Vampires’ bodies operated pretty much like humans’ bodies did, after all. He was cool, but he wasn’t cold. Alaric had shaken hands with people who seemed colder.

They were sticky. That was definitely inevitable.

Alaric’s hand moved over Damon’s back. Neat muscle and vertebrae that seemed so vulnerable beneath his fingertips. How many years had he imagined this, and told himself no? Bad idea, Ric. Can’t fall for vampires. Don’t fuck them. Don’t want them, don’t even be friends, and yet, despite their faults and their fights and every fucking other thing, Damon was the best friend Alaric had ever had. He turned his head enough to brush his lips over Damon’s temple.

“You’ve got two modes,” Damon grumbled, against Alaric’s chest.

Alaric snickered. “I’ve heard that before.” He moved his arm, collecting Damon more securely against his body. “Eating and hungry? Sleeping and… can’t even remember that one. Might have been ‘sleeping and glaring’, I don’t know.”

Damon’s arm snaked over Alaric’s body. “Talking too much, and saying nothing,” he clarified, and Alaric nodded.

“I never know what to say.” His voice sounded rough. Damon was silent and still for so long that Alaric knew he could only be waiting. He took Damon’s hand, brought it to his lips, kissed his knuckles. “I’ve wanted this for longer than I know how to admit.”

Damon shrugged, but Alaric knew him too well to mistake it for genuine nonchalance. He swallowed, and stared at the ceiling, gentle water stains, Liz Forbes’s profile, if he let himself be an imaginative sap; just a wriggling line, otherwise.

“I don’t wanna be that guy.”

Damon’s leg snaked between Alaric’s knees. “I hate to break it to you, but if there is a cliché that you actually fit, I haven’t heard of it. What? History nerd-boxer? Vampire-slaying single dad? Please. Maybe there’s a whole Goonies Growed Up stereotype I missed.”

Alaric laughed, this time: a rich, honest laugh, and turned his head again, until he could see Damon’s face. The laugh became a smile: a rich, honest smile.

“I didn’t mean that. I just… It feels wrong to say something profound after… I mean. Isn’t that what gets people into trouble? If I tell you I love you now, while we’re here, all hormones and… splatter. Is that… is that the wrong time? Wrong thing to say?”

Damon failed to remain deadpan. But he looked contemplative, and he was Damon.

“‘I love you’ is a good thing to say, if you can mean it,” he said.

Alaric leaned in, and kissed him, warm and thorough.

“I love you,” he said. “And I mean it. I don’t know what…”

He fell silent as Damon pinched his lips closed.

“That’ll do,” Damon said. “Time to be quiet. Enjoy the moment.” He settled in to sleep, though they’d regret not taking a quick shower when they woke up in a few hours. Alaric pulled the blanket up.

Moments before he drifted off, Alaric heard it. Quiet enough so he knew he probably wasn’t supposed to.

“I love you, too. I love you. I love you, goodnight. Shut up. You’re not that guy.”

[thefunsalvatorebrother]

Gentle Reminder: This blog is on hiatus, and I’m not sure what I’m going to do with it yet. 

[incorrecttvdquotes]

Alaric: You need to react when people cry! Damon: I did. I rolled my eyes.

[ian-paul-blog1]

[delenaismylife]

Day 1: Damon + look too sexy for his shirt…

[thefunsalvatorebrother]

Hiatus until further notice

[allroundlostcause]

❝ i think that i could be in love with someone like you. ❞ (road home)

last five years lyrics meme – @thefunsalvatorebrother

The electricity has been out for a couple of hours, now, with no indication of when it might come back; the storm rages on. Lightning and thunder, torrential rain against the windows. The living room shadows flicker with the candlelight. They sit on armchairs either side of a coffee table, leaning close. They’d tried to play chess. Neither cared for strategy just then. Not on a night like that.

It’s sort of weather that scares the girls. But they’re in Florida, with their mom, and Stefan. Disney World.

The weather, the dark. They get confessional both of them, but Alaric is stunned to silence with Damon’s halting announcement.

“I think that I could be in love with someone like you.”

He places his glass on the table, carefully, and licks his lips.

“Sometimes when I think about that first year, I wonder how it is we never…” There’s no correct way to end that sentence. “I think I could be in love with someone like you, too. I think I have been. Not like you. You.”

When he reaches across the table, Damon takes his hand. Damon’s hand is just slightly cool, and dry, and they squeeze just at the same time.

“I think against the odds we might have a shot at making each other happy, and I think that’s worth the risk.”

[ian-paul-blog1]

[babyblueeyes1864]

[thefunsalvatorebrother]

social lubrication | denzo

@alittlebritishhumour

The door was unlocked, a fire going, and Damon was nowhere to be seen. If Enzo was listening close enough, however, he would hear banging coming from the cellar, and a few minutes later his wayward host appeared carrying two glasses, several blood bags, and a bottle of bourbon so old that it had dust on it. (So much for being a good housekeeper…)

Maybe Damon was intent on wooing that video away from Enzo, or maybe he was just trying to catch up with an old friend. (Even he wasn’t sure.) It had been a really long time since they’d managed to steal a few minutes to just sit down and talk – and that seemed like a shame. Five years in Augustine with nothing but each other, and now it seemed like time went too fast for them to even have a drink together.

Someone always had a crisis that needed his immediate attention, and quite frankly Damon was feeling a little (okay, a lot) selfish tonight.

“Hey youuuuuuu…” He drug the last syllable out, making it sound more loaded and inappropriate than it should have. Gesturing toward the couch, he dropped down on one end, and unscrewed the top on the bottle. “Let’s see… I bought really good bourbon – old, I won it in a poker game in Atlantic City about, oh… twenty-five years ago – and B positive. I wasn’t sure which you would prefer.”

He winked, poured both glasses full, and passed one to Enzo – along with a blood bag.

“So I thought I would lube you up,” he nodded toward the glass, “before asking to see your phone. Or ya know…offering you my bubbles.”