I think if you have food allergies or intolerances you should gain the ability to eat other things instead. Like sure maybe I can't eat alliums or brassicas, but I can eat tree bark and small pebbles.
i'm back !!! I needed to write a damon one-shot while I work on a new fic and this just tumbled right out of me lol
hunger / damon salvatore x reader
word count: 3.1k
warnings: everything??? drinking, swearing, blood sharing, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p-in-v, a tiny bit of degradation?? this is self indulgant filth, seriously 18+ mdni
You ran a hand through your hair as you walked back and forth, unsure of what else to do with the restless energy surging through your system as you tried to fight one of your most basic, primal urgesā¦ hunger. Your fingers drummed against your thigh as you tried to focus on anything else, find something in your brain worth occupying your mind and switching course from the visuals running through your head. Your recent transition had been a shock to everyone, and Stefan had you on a tight leash to keep you in checkā¦ and youād been on board, at first. You never wanted to cause harm, to be the reason someone elseās life ended, but with the itch in your veins threatening to undo you completely you couldnāt really find it in you to care anymore.
You heard your door push open and your head snapped up to see Damon walking in, two glasses and a bottle in his hand with an unamused expression, āif you donāt knock it off Iām going to have to replace the floor,ā he said, setting everything on the dresser before pouring two generous cups of bourbon.Ā
āNot now, Damon,ā you sighed, ignoring him entirely as your feet remained on course.
āWanna talk about it?ā he asked and you shook your head.
āNot really,ā you said as he shoved a glass in your hand, his eyes telling you to drink which you didā¦ all in one gulp and he was a little surprised as he took it to refill.Ā
āWell, somethingās gotta give,ā he replied as you finished the second as quickly as the first. āAt this rate the bottle will be gone in a minute and Iām not replacing original flooring.ā He gripped your shoulders, halting your movements and you huffed, looking up at him.
āIām hungry, Damon,ā you said, as if it pained you to do so and he furrowed his brow.
āThe freezer is full- oh,ā he cut himself off, realizing thatās not what you meant as a smirk spread across his features. āYou want your blood at 98.6,ā he said and you rolled your eyes, pushing him off you.
āWill you cut it out?ā You poured another glass, hoping at some point the alcohol would subdue your cravings but you knew that was about as likely as him leaving you alone, so you tried another angle. āI canātā¦ Damon, the blood bags arenāt doing it for me, I canāt think, I canāt sleepā¦ will you please take me out?ā For a moment you thought heād say yes, revel in the opportunity to feed with abandon with someone else, but it wasnāt that easy.
āNo can do, sweetheart,ā he replied and your brows pinched. āIāve got enough on my plate without you losing control and giving me more bodies to deal with.ā He was right, there was too much going on and you spinning out wasnāt an option, but that didnāt make it any easier of an answer to tolerate. He gave you a once over, it wasnāt as if he didnāt want to take you outā¦ he would have loved to, but you were new and he knew you could eventually get to where he was, one day youād be able to feed and leave them alive with no memory of what had happened, but that day wasnāt today, you had a long way to go and he couldnāt afford to have you slip up.
Butā¦ he couldnāt afford to have you slip up. One look told him you were wound tight, the diet Stefan had you on was restrictive, never enough to fully satisfy, and the less you drank the tighter you spun, threatening a catastrophic snap he could only assume was looming on the horizon with how frustrated you looked right now. He ran through his options, knowing letting you sit in this hunger any longer would result in a much bigger problem, but the only thing he could think of posed another set of issues and would lead to him teetering on the edge instead of you.
He let out a sigh, closing the distance between you and plucking the glass from your hands to discard on the dresser and you looked up at him questioningly, the invasion of space catching you by surprise. His normally bright eyes were dark and swimming with something you couldnāt understand, deep blue pools you found yourself getting lost in as you waited for him to say something. āYou need to feed,ā he said and your eyes fluttered shut just at the thought.
āI need to feed,ā you whispered and he nodded, catching your chin between his fingers and forcing your head back up when you tried to look down and the action had your breath catching somewhere in your throat.Ā
āYou still havenāt felt it, have you?ā he asked, voice low and you shuddered. āWhat itās like to sink your teeth into somethingā¦ā you shook your head, Stefan hadnāt allowed you to drink anything that didnāt come from a cup. āPoor thing,ā he chuckled, he could feel the tension radiating off you in waves, you were practically shaking beneath him as you fought to retain your grip on your sanity, on your control.
āDamon,ā you sighed, eyes pleading and he just smiled as he gripped your hand and brought it up to his neck, the pulse beneath your fingers driving you wild.Ā
āWhen you feed you have to be carefulā¦ if you bite just along here,ā he said, dragging your fingers along the vein, āyou can control the flow. It doesnāt have to be messy,ā he explained and you couldnāt tear your eyes away from the subtle way his skin moved with each beat of his heart, the sight bringing the veins beneath your eyes to the surface, your fangs descending.
āDonāt fight it,ā he said, noticing you trying to rein it in, and you were having a hard time focusing on anything with the way his hands were trailing up your arms, pulling you closer. āGo on,ā he tilted his head just slightly, āgive it a try.ā he encouraged and this pulled your focus, eyes snapping to his as you tried to ascertain if he was being serious. You had a lot left to learn, but blood sharing was personal, and you knew thatā¦ but all you saw in those dark blue eyes was a fire simmering beneath the surface you were sure was a mirror image of your own.
You slowly reached onto your tiptoes, as if he were a deer in the woods threatening to startle and bolt, but the closer you got the harder it was to resist, anticipation burning through your veins at the prospect of giving in. Your fangs were tentative as they broke the skin just where heād indicated, but the first drop of blood immediately made you feel dizzy and intoxicatedā¦ It wasn't enough. You quickly grew feverish, your hand wrapping around his throat as you surged forward, crashing into the wall behind you and he let out a grunt as his back collided with the hard surface, pinned in place as you fed.
āThere you goā¦ thatās it,ā he said, leaning back as he relaxed and let you take what you needed. His arm snaked around your waist while a hand brushed the hair from your face, cradling the back of your head as warm blood radiated through your body. A soft groan fell from his lips as you drank from him, and the sound elicited an unexpected reaction from you, your hand tightening around his throat and your body pushing flush against his and despite everything in you telling you to continue, you forced yourself back knowing if you didnāt stop youād bleed him dry.Ā
Your eyes were wild and satisfied as they met his, and he dragged his thumb across your bottom lip, collecting the remnants and you were almost surprised when your lips wrapped around him, ensuring you didnāt waste a single drop. His smirk returned when he felt your tongue slide across his skin, ābetter?ā he asked and you nodded, keeping him in your mouth for maybe a second longer than you needed to. The air was charged between you, youād just crossed a line in the sand and you wanted to push a little further, go a little fartherā¦Ā
Part of him knew he should put an end to thisā¦ stop before it went any further. He knew it before heād even offered up a vein for you, he knew as soon as he did heād be teetering on this ledge and he didnāt have that much self control when it came to you. Perhaps, if he really analyzed the situation, he knew somewhere in the back of his mind why youād been so worked up, he knew what you needed and instead of letting you wreak havoc on the blood cooler he let you push him against a wall and take what you wanted, he let you feed from him in the most intimate way he could think of.Ā
And when you were looking up at him like that, eyes mischievous and holding an unspoken challenge with his blood still on your plump lips, who was he to resist? Your chest was heaving with anticipation as you waited for him to do something, anything, and the movement was so fast you almost didnāt register his hand curling around your throat, flipping you around and slamming you against the wall with such force you were sure youād be dead if you were human. Your gasp of surprise was swallowed by his mouth on yours, searing and frenzied as he connected your lips and kissed you with a hunger that rivaled your own only moments ago.Ā
You both fought for dominance, neither one of you willing to submit just yet but you were outmatchedā¦ he grabbed your wandering hands and pinned them above your head, grip so tight you whined as he kissed down your neck, biting into you the same way youād done with him and you couldnāt help the moan that fell from your lips as he did. Your hips rolled forward and feeling his hardening length against you gave you the surge of confidence you needed to break your hands free, sliding down his chest to pull his shirt apart, buttons flying and clattering against the floor as you pushed the fabric over his shoulders.Ā
His lips were greedy across the expanse of your chest as he nipped and sucked the soft skin, tearing your shirt to shreds as he pulled it from you, a mess of fabric in your wake as you surged forward and pushed him into the wall opposite you, regaining your upper hand. Glass shattered on the floor around you as the force rattled the dresser but you couldnāt find it in you to care what had broken as your hands pulled his belt free, fingers quickly undoing the button as you sank to the floor and pulled his jeans with you.
His length stood erect in front of you and you were quick to take him in your mouth, focusing your tongue on his swollen tip as your hand worked what didnāt fit, and you couldnāt help but moan around him at the groan that fell from his lips, āsuch a good girl,ā he cooed, his sweet words undercut by the harsh hand in your hair gripping and pulling you closer, forcing you to gag around him and the sensation had his head falling back against the wall. Tears sprung to your eyes at the sharp pain in your scalp and the way he was hitting the back of your throat, but all you could focus on was the throbbing between your thighs and he didnāt miss the way you clenched them together, desperate for friction.Ā
You were quickly on your back, too caught up in the moment to bother moving to the bed and you pushed glass aside as he settled between your legs, tearing your underwear off and diving in like a man starved and you could feel his smirk against you at your surprised moan, head hitting the floor as your back arched in pleasure. He switched between your clit and your entrance, not giving either attention long enough to give you what you really needed, and you whined as your fingers threaded through his hair, tugging harshly.
āDamon, please,ā you sighed, hips bucking against his face and he focused his attention on your sensitive bundle of nerves, tongue expertly working you up as you shamelessly moaned his name. Somewhere in the back of your mind you knew with the way you kept slamming each other against walls and the floor, the breaking glass, and the sounds falling from both your lips someone might come to make sure you were alright, but you couldnāt find it in you to careā¦ not when he felt as good as he did between your legs.Ā
Your moan changed in pitch when he slid two fingers into your entrance and it went straight to his cock, his head swimming as he watched you come close to falling apart above him. When he crooked his fingers just so your grip in his hair tightened, pulling him closer as you started to grind against him, āfuck, just like-ā you were cut off by your own moan when he started massaging that spot inside you, legs trembling as you careened off the ledge. His touches remained merciless as pure euphoria surged through your veins, your head cloudy as your body trembled.Ā
āSo fucking beautiful,ā he muttered against you, kissing his way up your body and you tugged him closer to reconnect your lips, tongues swirling against each other as you tasted yourself on him. His hands felt greedy and possessive as they roamed over you, gripping tight enough to leave bruises that would heal before they even had a chance to form, and it was as if neither of you could get enough. You pushed forward, tugging him up with you and all but throwing him onto the bed and his smirk was devilish as he watched you crawl on top of him.
He looked like he was about to say something but you didnāt give him the opportunity as you kissed him, rough and demanding as your hips settled above his, hand reaching between you to line him up at your entrance and you both let out groans as you took him inch by inch. The stretch was sweet, filling you almost to your breaking point as you settled fully and started to roll your hips against him, shuddering at the feeling.
āFuck,ā he moaned as you started to bounce up and down, setting an unforgiving pace and you felt like you could feel him everywhere, every nerve ending radiating with fire. He sat up to wrap his arms around you, hips bucking to meet yours in a way that had your head rolling back and he took the opportunity to sink his teeth into your neck and you had never felt pleasure like this before. His hand was firm around your throat as your body shook with each thrust and soon you were boneless in his lap, only able to hold yourself upright as he drank you in.Ā
When he pulled back you licked along his lips, face changing at the taste of blood and he swore heād never seen anything sexier. Neither of you was going to last much longer, not like this, and he delivered a rough smack to your ass that had you whining and rolling against him. āOh my god,ā you breathed out, letting your forehead fall against his and he smacked again, gripping the tender skin, āDamon-ā you tried, but nothing would come out.
āWhatās that, sweetheart?ā he teased, gripping your hair and pulling you back to look at him, āoh, look at youā¦ all cock drunk and fucked out,ā he teased and you had nothing to say as a firm thrust had you seeing stars. You buried your face in his neck, fangs sinking into his skin as you felt your release barreling towards you, the mixture of blood and his steady thrusts too much to bear and a streak of red trailed down your body as you came, only able to shout his name as you cried out.
Your grip on him was maddening, pulling him right over the edge with you as you milked him for everything he had, and when you both slowed to a stop you were having a hard time catching your breath, your mind floating somewhere above you as you tried to return to your body. You felt his tongue along your chest, cleaning up your mess as you leaned back and he tried to commit the sight to memoryā¦ your hair wild, cheeks flushed, and skin dewy as blood lingered along your skin.Ā
You still werenāt fully with him, stuck in a haze as you felt him whisk you into his bedroom, and into the bathroom and it wasnāt until you were under the stream of water with him that you hummed contently against his lips as he kissed you softly, āthere she is,ā he chuckled.
His hands were delicate as they roamed you, and yours slid down the front of his chest as you looked up at him, doe eyed and happy. āThat wasā¦ā you trailed off, unsure of what word to use to fully sum it up and he placed another soft kiss on your lips.
āEverything you ever dreamed of?ā he provided and you laughed as you swatted his chest.Ā
āHush,ā you replied, feigning annoyance but you didnāt have it in you to feel anything other than bliss. The rest of your shower was spent with wandering hands and sweet kisses, a stark contrast to how rough and domineering youād been with each other and when he pulled you into bed and wrapped himself around you, you looked up at him as your fingers trailed along his chest absentmindedly.
āWhat are you thinking about?ā he asked, and you flushed slightly under his gaze.
āIt was more than I dreamed of,ā you answered, and he raised a brow in question. āI havenātā¦ I hadnāt done that since turning, I didnāt know it could be like that,ā you explained and realization passed over his features.
āMy god,ā he chuckled, āno wonder you were wound so tight.ā His hand on your back was comfortable, holding you tight against him as he rubbed soothingly, āweāll go on a little trip this weekend,ā he said as you rested your head on his chest.
āA trip?āĀ
You felt him nod, āaway from all the chaos hereā¦ weāll find you some warm bodies and Iāll teach you how to do it the right way, you donāt have to live a life of blood bags forever.āĀ
āI donāt know, you seemed to do the trick,ā you teased and he laughed.
āSweetheart, you have no idea what youāre missing.āĀ
Summary : You had been alive for over a century, yet you still remembered the moment you first saw himāDamon Salvatore. The reckless smirk, the way his eyes lingered a second too long, like he could see through every lie you told. He had loved and lost a thousand times before, but something about you brought out the man he buried deep under blood and vengeance. You were his possession, his obsession and his redemption.
Warning : Smut +18 (MDNI), Mentioned of blood (duh of course), Feeding at each other (i guess??), Tits playing, Fingering, P in V, Unprotected sexs, Rough sexs, Edging, Dom!Damon, Size kink(?).
Damon Salvatore Masterlist.
Vampire Diaries Masterlist.
Dividers by @saradika-graphics
The manās blood still pulsed faintly on your lips as Damon stepped back, chest rising and falling with a hunger that hadnāt been satisfied by the feeding alone.
He didnāt speak. He didnāt have to.
His eyesāblack with desire, with the last traces of bloodlustālocked onto yours, and in the next breath, his arms were around you. One beneath your knees, the other at your back, and you were lifted effortlessly off the forest floor.
Your breath caught, but you didnāt protest. You only clung to his neck as he moved fastāfaster than human eyes could trackāthrough the trees, deeper into the woods. The world blurred around you, shadows and leaves streaking past like smoke.
And then, the cottage appeared.
Secluded. Hidden beneath a canopy of moss-draped branches, its stone walls aged and strong, windows flickering with faint candlelight like the place itself was holding its breath. You didnāt have time to admire itānot when Damon kicked the door open with his boot and stepped inside like a man possessed.
He didnāt stop to light anything.
Didnāt speak.
He pinned you against the nearest wall with a force that made you gasp, your back hitting the cool stone, his mouth crashing into yours in a kiss that stole what little breath you had left.
It was savageāhot, frantic, soaked in the taste of shared blood and repressed need.
You groaned, fingers tangling in his hair as your lips opened wider for him, welcoming the desperate slide of his tongue. He tasted like fire and iron, and something only Damon could taste likeāancient, reckless, intoxicating.
Your hips arched into him, shameless, and he growled into your mouth, his hands sliding down your sides with purpose. When he gripped your ass, hard, you whimpered, biting at his bottom lip.
āDamonāā you whispered, already breathless, already gone.
He pulled back just enough to look at you, chest heaving, his hands still gripping you tight.
āYou donāt know what you do to me,ā he rasped. āOne look, and I forget everything else.ā
āYou built this place,ā you murmured, trailing your fingertips down his chest. āFor us.ā
His jaw clenched, and something flickered in his eyesāsomething deeper than lust.
āYou needed somewhere no one could find you. Somewhere I could have you without pretending weāre anything but what we are.ā
You cupped his face with blood-warm hands, brushing your thumbs over his cheekbones, your gaze softening for a heartbeat.
āAnd what are we, Damon?ā
He leaned in again, but this time, the kiss was slowerājust as hungry, just as deep, but full of something aching. He kissed you like the world had ended and you were the only thing left.
āDanger,ā he said against your lips.
You didnāt answer with words. You answered with your body, pulling him closer, grinding your hips against him, making him hiss and slam his palm against the wall beside your head. Your lips moved along his jaw, down his neck, tasting the blood still on his skin.
āI want to ruin you,ā you breathed. āThe way you ruin me.ā
His hand tangled in your hair, tugging just enough to make your lips part with a moan.
āYou already do.ā
And then he lifted you again, carrying you across the room, your legs wrapping around his waist. He kicked open the door to the bedroomāa space lit only by candlelight, shadows dancing across the walls.
The bed was low, wide, sheets dark and soft. When he laid you down, it wasnāt gentle. It was reverent. Urgent.
He hovered above you, his fingers trailing up your thigh, your side, your ribs.
āYou looked like a goddess out there,ā he whispered. āBlood on your lips. Fire in your eyes. Mine.ā
āYours,ā you echoed, fingers tugging at his shirt, baring his chest to your eyes and mouth. āAnd youāre mine.ā
He leaned down, brushing his lips to your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breast with aching careācontrasting the wildness of his hunger with the slow, worshipful way he touched you now.
āIāll take my time,ā he said, voice dark silk. āI want to feel you come apart. Slowly. Over and over.ā
And under the flickering candlelight, surrounded by silence, stone, and shadow, Damon made good on that promise.
The fire crackled somewhere in the background, but your world narrowed to the feel of Damonās hands on your bodyāhot, demanding, possessive.
He pulled you into his lap without effort, like your body belonged there, like the weight of you grounding him was something he needed as much as he needed blood. Your legs straddled his thighs, your dress hitched up around your hips, and his eyes were so dark now they looked blackāendless and ravenous.
He didnāt speak. He just looked at you for a long breathless second, as if memorizing the way you flushed, the way your lips trembled with anticipation.
Then he struck.
His fangs sank into your neck with a sharp, possessive biteādeep enough to make your back arch and a gasp rip from your throat. The pain was electric, but it melted into pleasure too fast, too overwhelming, and the moan that escaped your lips was pure surrender.
Your fingers clawed into his shoulders before tangling in his hair, tugging hard enough to make him growl against your skin. He sucked harder, his hands moving to your ass, gripping it roughly as he ground you down against himāforcing you to feel the hard, unrelenting evidence of how badly he wanted you.
You whimpered, the friction burning through your core, making your body jerk and tremble in his grasp.
āDamon,ā you gasped, your voice shaking. āYouāreāā
āSay it,ā he growled into your throat, blood trickling down your skin. āSay what Iām doing to you.ā
āYouāre driving me insane,ā you moaned, rocking your hips against him, desperate to keep up with the rhythm he set with his hands. āYou know exactly what youāre doing.ā
Damon finally pulled back, his fangs retracting as he licked the blood from your neck, slow and deliberate. When he looked at you again, your blood was on his lips, his mouth red and glistening.
āYou taste like sin,ā he said, voice low and thick with heat. āLike something made to ruin me.ā
He kissed you againāand you could taste yourself on him, metallic and warm, mixing with his own flavor. The kiss was deeper now, rougher, his tongue claiming yours like he couldnāt bear any space between you.
Your fingers fisted tighter in his hair, pulling againāmaking him groan into your mouth, his hips bucking up against you in raw, aching need. You could feel how hard he was beneath you, and he wanted you to feel it. He made sure of it with every roll of his hips, every commanding squeeze of your body against his.
āLook at me,ā he murmured, pulling back just enough to stare into your eyes. āI want you to remember who owns you when you canāt think straight.ā
Your breath hitched.
The way he looked at youālike you were something sacred and wicked all at onceāmade heat bloom low in your belly. There was no room for fear. Not with Damon. Not when he made you feel like the chaos inside you was beautiful.
āIām yours,ā you whispered, your voice trembling but certain.
He cupped your jaw, brushing his thumb across your bottom lip, his breath warm on your face.
āDamn right you are.ā
And then his mouth was on yours again, kissing you until your thoughts drowned, until all that existed was the burning heat of his body under you, the power in his hands, the ache in your spine from how tightly you clung to him.
He didnāt rush.
He made you feel every second.
Every motion was deliberate, every grind of his hips a promise, every kiss an oath wrapped in fire and blood. You could feel how badly he wanted to lose controlābut he didnāt. Not yet. Damon wanted you right on the edge, trembling with want, breathless and begging.
And he would keep you there, hovering on that knifeās edge of surrenderāuntil he decided it was time to fall.
Your fangs pierced his neck with precisionāclean, sharp, deliberate. The moment Damon felt you sink into him, his whole body shuddered beneath yours. A guttural groan rumbled from his chest, low and primal, as though the act of being fed on by you unraveled something deep inside him he usually kept locked away.
His hands gripped your waist hard, fingers digging into your skin.
But he didnāt stop you.
He wanted it. Needed it.
Your mouth moved greedily against his skin, drawing his blood in slow, heavy pulls as if you were drinking in something far more vital than just his life force. You could feel the way his breath slowed with every draw, how his fingers twitched with restrained urgency.
Thenārip.
Your dress was torn apart in one swift, brutal motion. Damon didnāt care about fabric. He didnāt care about patience. He just needed to feel you, to see youābare, exposed, and his.
He growled, deep and husky, before his hand shot into your hair, gripping it tight at the nape as he yanked your mouth from his neck. Your lips were slick with his blood when he crashed his mouth into yours againāhungry, bruising, all-consuming.
You gasped into the kiss, dazed and burning, but you kissed him back just as fiercely, tasting your shared hunger on his tongue.
Then in a blur, he flipped you.
Your back hit the mattress hard, and Damon followed, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand. His weight, his presenceāhimāwas everywhere, overwhelming in the best kind of way.
You could only watch him through hooded eyes as he looked down at your now bare chest, his gaze darkening even more.
āPerfect,ā he murmured. āSo fucking perfect.ā
He didnāt waste time. His mouth descended on your breast, hot and demanding, and when he wrapped his lips around your nipple, your whole body arched off the bed with a strangled moan.
Your hands writhed in his grip, but he held you firm, anchoring you in place as his tongue dragged over the sensitive peak again and again, every movement making heat curl low in your belly.
āDamonāā your voice cracked, needy, breathless.
He groaned in response, the sound vibrating through your skin. He moved to your other breast, giving it the same attentionāslow sucks, sharp flicks of his tongueāuntil your body trembled beneath him, flushed and desperate.
āYou like it when I take my time?ā he asked, voice like smoke against your skin.
āYes,ā you gasped, pressing your hips up into his, needing more, needing him.
āYou want more?ā he teased, dragging his mouth along the curve of your breast, his fangs just grazing your skin. āTell me.ā
Your lips parted, words caught between pleading and surrender. āPlease. I want you. All of you.ā
Damon released your wrists, only to trail his hand down your body with reverent, aching slowness. Every touch was fire. Every second, a reminder that he wasnāt just here to takeāhe was here to own every breathless part of you.
āIām going to ruin you,ā he whispered, his lips brushing your collarbone, his breath hot and sweet with blood. āAnd youāre going to love every second of it.ā
And in the quiet, candlelit dark, surrounded by woods and silence, Damon did just thatābit by bit, kiss by kissāuntil your body and soul were tangled in his like roots beneath the earth.
The room was thick with heat, with the scent of blood, breath, and something darkerāsomething that curled in your gut like smoke and sin.
Damonās body hovered above yours, a low, satisfied smirk playing on his lips. Your skin still burned where his mouth had been, and your chest rose and fell with every trembling breath. But just as you tried to catch oneā
You gasped.
His fingers were suddenly there, slipping between your thighsādeft and deliberate, two of them gliding through your folds before plunging into you without warning.
Your body arched immediately off the bed, a startled, desperate moan tearing from your throat.
āGod, Damonāā
His groan followed yours like a harmony of hunger. His eyes were locked on the way your body respondedāwatching your lips part in pleasure, your back bow in need, your thighs tremble under his firm hold.
āLook at you,ā he murmured, voice rough and reverent. āAlready dripping for me.ā
He didnāt start slow. He didnāt tease.
He set a paceāone that was punishing, relentless, the wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you filling the dark cottage like a sirenās song.
Your hand flew to his arm, gripping tightly, needing something to anchor you as he curled his fingers just rightājust rightāmaking your moans crack into near-whimpers.
āFuck,ā you gasped, your body shaking beneath him, your core fluttering around his fingers. āYouāreāDamonāā
āI know.ā His voice was low, smug, full of dark satisfaction.
He was watching you unravel, and he loved it. He dipped his head lower, trailing kisses down your chest, never once slowing the motion of his fingers as he curved them again, deeper this timeāharder.
The angle made you cry out, your hips jerking off the bed, thighs spreading wider to chase the feeling. He took it as an invitationāone heād been waiting for.
āThatās it,ā he growled, his lips brushing your skin. āOpen up for me. Let me see just how much you can take.ā
You clenched around his fingers, hard, and the growl that ripped from his throat was nothing short of animal.
āShit,ā he hissed. āYou feel that? Youāre squeezing me, baby.ā
Your name fell from his lips between gritted teeth as he pumped faster now, the wet, obscene rhythm a brutal contrast to the tender way his mouth moved across your skin. His mouth and handsāone devouring, the other dominatingāworked in perfect sync, building the tension so tight it felt like your body might shatter.
You could feel it coming. That high. That edge. The unraveling.
āDonāt you dare come yet,ā Damon said, his voice a velvet threat against your neck. āNot until I say.ā
Your breath caught.
That commanding toneāhis control, the way he knew you, knew your body better than you didāsent another rush of heat through you. You whimpered, desperate, trembling on the verge.
āPlease,ā you begged, your voice barely a whisper. āIāI canātāā
āOh, you will,ā he growled, kissing your jaw, his breath hot. āAnd when I let you, youāre going to scream my name so loud the damn trees will echo it.ā
His fingers curled again.
Deeper. Rougher.
You saw stars. And Damon? He never once looked awayāhis eyes locked on your every reaction like you were the only thing in the world that mattered and in that momentāyou were.
Your cries echoed through the cabin like music made of fire and velvet, each sound pulled from the depths of youāraw, helpless, completely undone by the rhythm of Damonās fingers as they continued plunging deep inside you.
He never slowed. Never softened.
The pace was punishing.
You were trembling under his touch, hips bucking into his hand without shame, without thoughtājust raw need driving every movement. The coil inside you had tightened to the point of pain, every nerve alight and screaming for release.
But Damonā¦ Damon was calm. Focused. Watching you unravel with a predatorās gaze, every flick of his wrist deliberate.
His other hand gripped your thigh, spreading you wider, holding you still while he watched your body clench and writhe.
His jeans were still on, but the hard press of his cock straining beneath the denim hadnāt gone unnoticedāby him or you. Still, he didnāt take his own relief. He was entirely focused on yoursāand on denying it.
āDonāt come yet,ā he growled, voice dark and thick with lust.
You sobbed, arching again, back lifting off the bed as his fingers curled deep inside you, dragging against that spot that made your vision white out for a second.
āIāI canāt,ā you gasped, eyes wide, tears clinging to your lashes. āDamonāplease, I canāt hold itāā
āYou will,ā he snapped, his voice a whip of dominance. āYouāll hold it for me.ā
You whimpered at the sheer command in his tone, your body shaking with the effort. You were so closeātoo close. It felt cruel. It felt divine. It felt like him.
He leaned down, his breath hot against your cheek, his voice dropping to a whisper.
āI love watching you fall apart for me,ā he murmured, his fingers never slowing. āBut I own your pleasure, sweetheart. You donāt come unless I say so.ā
You cried out again, your body clenching around his fingers in protest, aching and swollen and soaked.
āPlease,ā you begged, breath hitching, your voice a broken whisper. āPlease, Damon, I need itāI need to comeāplease.ā
And then he smiled.
That wicked, beautiful smile that meant dangerāand surrender. āThatās what I wanted to hear.ā
And with one final, brutal curl of his fingers, he growled, āCome for me.ā
The permission hit you like lightning.
Your body snapped tight, then shattered. Waves of pleasure crashed over you so hard you couldnāt breathe, couldnāt speakāonly cry his name as your climax ripped through you, a firestorm of heat and ecstasy.
Damon held you through it, fingers still deep inside, working you through every spasm, every aftershock. His other hand stroked your trembling thigh now, the gesture almost tender beneath the wreckage heād caused.
āGood girl,ā he whispered against your ear. āSo fucking good for me.ā
Your body melted into the mattress, limbs heavy, chest heaving. The world felt hazy, the high still pulsing in your veins like a second heartbeat.
Damon pulled his fingers from you slowly, watching the way your body fluttered around nothing now, still desperate for him even after heād wrung every drop of pleasure from you.
He brought his fingers to his lips, tasting you with a groan that was half reverence, half promise. And even though you were boneless, spent, and shaking, you knew this night was far from over.
The air between you crackledāthick with heat, history, and the kind of love that only vampires could sustain for nearly a decade without ever burning out.
You were still panting from your release, the aftershocks making your limbs tremble, your body sensitized and open. Damon hovered above you, shirt long discarded, chest rising and falling with every heavy breath, eyes stormy and locked onto your face.
And thenāyou saw it.
The moment he slid his jeans down and freed himself.
You gasped, just like always.
No matter how many times youād been hereābeneath him, around himāyou still felt your breath catch at the sheer sight of him. Your thighs instinctively pressed together, a nervous tremor running up your spine.
Damonās hand was wrapped lazily around the thick length of his cock, and he gave himself a slow, deliberate stroke, groaning as he watched you take him in.
āStill gets you every time,ā he muttered, a crooked smile pulling at his lips, that signature Damon smugness softening into something more reverent as he saw the way your eyes widened.
You licked your lips unconsciously. āItās justā¦ā You let out a small, shaky laugh. āI forget howā¦ big you are until you take your jeans off.ā
He chuckled, voice rough and deep. āTen years and you still look at me like Iām going to break you.ā
You swallowed, gaze flicking between his face and his cock again. āYou do. Every time.ā
That made something primal flash in his eyes.
He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then your jaw, before dragging his lips slowly to your ear.
āYeah?ā he whispered. āAnd yet you always beg for it.ā
Your skin burned, and your bodyādespite how wrecked it already feltāached again.
He nudged your legs apart with his knees, settling between them, his weight pressing you into the mattress. His cock rested against your inner thigh, heavy and hot, and the way it twitched against your skin made your breath hitch.
Damon stared down at you now, no smirk on his face, just intensity.
āIād never hurt you,ā he murmured. āEven when I make you cry from pleasure. Even when Iām deep enough you forget your own name. You trust me, donāt you?ā
You nodded instantly. āMore than anything.ā
That got you a kissāslow, deep, a claiming.
āGood,ā he murmured into your mouth. āBecause I need to feel you around me. I need to hear you fall apart again. I need to remind you that no matter how many years pass, your body still belongs to me.ā
His hand guided himself to your entrance, rubbing the thick head of his cock along your soaked folds, teasingānot out of cruelty, but because he wanted to savor it. To make you feel every second.
You shivered beneath him, already gripping his arms, your breath catching again as the anticipation built.
And Damon, ever the one in control, simply smiled.
āDeep breath, sweetheart,ā he whispered, voice low and dark. āBecause Iām not stopping once Iām inside you.ā
You barely had time to catch your breath before Damon was thereāinside you.
He sank into you with one long, slow, devastating thrust that filled you completely, your body arching up into his, a gasp tearing from your throat.
āFuck,ā Damon groaned, his voice gravel and thunder, fingers digging into your waist like he needed to anchor himself or heād fall apart. āYouāre still so goddamn tight.ā
You whimpered, head tipping back, eyes fluttering shut at the overwhelming stretch, the way he split you open like the very first time. He was always too muchātoo thick, too deep, too perfectāand yet you craved it more than blood.
āTen years,ā he growled low in your ear, hips still pressed against yours, unmoving for a moment as he let you adjust. āTen years of ruining youāand you still fit around me like this.ā
He kissed you hard then, like he needed to take your breath just to breathe himself. Your lips opened for him, instinctual, needy, and the moan you let out was swallowed by his mouth.
And then, without warning, he pulled backāand slammed into you.
You cried out, nails digging into his shoulders, body jerking with the force of it. He didnāt give you a second to recover. Another thrust. And another. His pace was brutal, purposeful, setting a rhythm that had your mind spinning and your body shivering beneath him.
He grinned wickedly, loving the way you came undone so easily for him, even after all these years.
āTake it,ā he rasped, voice strained from holding back. āYou know you were made for me.ā
You tried to answer, but the only sound you could make was a broken moan.
Thatās when his fingers cameātwo of them, slipping between your lips. āOpen,ā he commanded.
You obeyed without question.
He slid them into your mouth, deep onto your tongue, groaning at the sight of your lips wrapped around them. āSuck,ā he ordered, voice low and dark. āPretend itās my cock.ā
You whined around his fingers, eyes glassy, cheeks flushed, your whole body moving with every hard snap of his hips. His rhythm didnāt falterādeep, punishing, claiming.
āLook at you,ā he muttered, staring down at you with reverence and heat. āStill my perfect girl. My good slut.ā
Your heart stuttered at the words, and your mouth sucked harder on his fingers, your body responding to every thrust, every growl, every touch like it was coded in your blood to obey him.
And maybe it was.
Because no matter how many nights passed, how many times he pulled these sounds from your throatāyou were always his. And you always wanted more.
Your vision blurred as Damon drove into you, again and again, never faltering, never slowing. Every thrust was brutal and preciseāintentionalāhis cock hitting that devastating spot inside you with merciless accuracy. You cried out, loud and desperate, the sound echoing off the walls of the cottage as your body convulsed around him.
Your hands clutched at his shoulders like lifelines, but your grip kept slipping, your mind too hazy to hold on to anything but the way he felt. You were unraveling beneath himābones trembling, breath caught, brain unable to focus on anything but the rhythm of his hips crashing into yours.
āDamonāā you whimpered, but it came out broken, drowned in the thick, overwhelming pleasure that had taken over everything.
He didnāt stop. Didnāt ease up.
Instead, he growledālow and rough, a sound so predatory it vibrated through your chestāand looked down at you with eyes blown wide and wild.
āThatās it,ā he hissed, watching your every reaction like he was drinking it in. āLook at you. Falling apart on me.ā
Your eyes fluttered back, mouth slack around his fingers still resting between your lips. Your tongue reflexively swirled around them, still sucking, obedient and wrecked.
āFuck,ā he groaned, a shudder ripping through him as he saw your eyes roll back, pupils blown wide with pleasure. āYou donāt even know what youāre doing to me right now.ā
He thrust harderādeeperāand your back arched sharply, your moan muffled by his fingers. Your thighs quaked around his waist, your body so tight around him it drove him half-mad with need.
You couldnāt think. Couldnāt breathe. You were completely consumedāby him, by the fire he lit in your veins, by the love that pulsed through every rough thrust, every growled word.
āYou love this,ā he murmured, voice thick with dominance and something dangerously close to awe. āBeing under me. Taking me. Letting me ruin you.ā
You nodded weakly, mouth still full, and he smirked at the sight.
āMy perfect slut,ā he muttered, pulling his fingers from your lips only to replace them with his mouthākissing you hard and hungry, tasting the heat heād built in you like it fed him.
You moaned into his mouth as he drove forward again, harder, unrelenting.
āYouāre gonna fall apart,ā he growled against your lips, a promise and a warning. āAnd when you do, youāll say my name like itās the only thing youāve ever known.ā
And the terrifying, beautiful thing was. He was right.
Damon didnāt let upānot even for a second. His rhythm stayed merciless, a brutal, pounding cadence that made your body tremble beneath him, your breath catching on every harsh, perfect thrust. But thenāhe shifted. A growl rumbled deep in his throat, and before you could register what was happening, he hooked his arms beneath your thighs and liftedābringing your legs up to rest on his shoulders.
The new angle made you scream.
Your eyes flew wide as his cock drove deeper, impossibly so, hitting a spot inside you that made your entire body seize in pleasure.
āFuck yes,ā Damon hissed through clenched teeth, staring down at you with dark, stormy eyes. āLook at you.ā
You barely could. Your hands clutched at the sheets, your back arched high off the mattress, mouth open in a silent moan as your brain struggled to process just how deep he was now.
Then his eyes flicked lower, to your belly, and his expression darkened with something that looked dangerously close to reverence.
āLook at that,ā he whispered, and you followed his gaze.
Thereāpressed firm against the skin of your lower stomachāwas the clear outline of him.
The sight made Damon groan, a raw, almost unholy sound. He slid one hand down, spread his fingers wide, and pressed lightly on the bulge. āYou feel that, sweetheart?ā he murmured, voice rough with wonder and possession. āThatās me. Deep inside where no one else will ever be.ā
You whimpered, eyes glossing over from how full you felt, how overwhelming the pressure wasāhow much you loved it.
He didnāt wait.
He leaned forward, your legs still trapped against his shoulders, and slammed into you. You cried out, body arching hard, tears welling at the corners of your eyes from the sheer intensity of it.
āDamon!ā you gasped, breathless and breaking.
āI know, baby,ā he gritted, jaw clenched, the muscles in his arms flexing as he hugged your legs tighter against him. āI know. But you can take it. You always take it.ā
His pace turned feralādeep, rough, relentless. Every thrust sent shockwaves through your body, lighting you up from the inside out. You clung to him in any way you could, needing something to ground you as your thoughts scattered and your vision blurred.
āYou were made for this,ā he growled, staring down at where your bodies joined. āMade for me.ā
You couldnāt form words anymore, only broken gasps and his name over and overālike a prayer. And Damon? He kept going, kept slamming into you like he was trying to bury himself in your very soul.
Damonās breath caught in his throat the moment he felt you start to tighten around himāso impossibly tight, pulsing, clenching, dragging him deeper with every desperate flutter of your walls.
āShit,ā he hissed, his voice raw and shaking with restraint. āYouāreāā he groaned through his teeth, hugging your legs tighter around his shoulders, as if grounding himself through your body, āāmilking me, sweetheart.ā
You could barely hear him through the ringing in your ears, your body burning from the inside out as the pleasure built with terrifying force. His hand slid down again, fingers splayed wide over your lower belly, pressing just enough to feel every inch of him moving inside you.
āRight here,ā he whispered darkly, staring down at the place where your bodies met. āYou feel me? Deep inside. Thatās mine.ā
Your eyes rolled back as he gave a slow, hard thrustājust oneāand it sent a shock through you like a lightning strike. But then he changed.
Without warning, Damon picked up the paceāsavage, brutal, breathtaking. Your scream ripped from your throat, a sound that wasnāt just pleasure, but surrender. Your hands clawed helplessly at the sheets, at him, at anything that could keep you anchored.
āDamonā!ā you sobbed, breath broken, chest heaving. āIāI canātāā
āYes, you can,ā he growled, leaning forward until your bodies were pressed flush, your legs crushed between your chests as he kept thrusting, kept chasing that place where you shatter. āYou always take me. Every time.ā
You gasped, overwhelmed, your release crashing into you like a tidal wave you never saw coming. It was blinding, searingāso intense it almost hurt.
Your body convulsed, trembling violently beneath him, every nerve ending exploding as the pleasure wrecked you. You cried out again, voice hoarse and cracked, barely breathing as Damon held your body still with a feral kind of strength.
āGod, look at you,ā he muttered, voice trembling. āFalling apart under meāso beautiful, so perfect when you come for me.ā
His hand didnāt leave your bellyāstill pressing, still feeling how deep he was even as you convulsed around him. And all he could do was curse again, jaw clenched, eyes burning with something deeper than lustāsomething close to awe.
Because even after a decade of having youāruining you, worshiping you, loving youāhe still broke with you every single time.
And in that moment, as he watched your body twist in pleasure under him, he knew. No matter how many times he took you apartā Heād always be there to put you back together.
Damon didnāt stop. Not when your body trembled beneath him. Not when you gasped his name, already undone. And certainly not when your lashes fluttered, dazed and barely focused, your lips parted and glistening with the echo of your last cry.
He was chasing his own release nowādriven, relentless, his movements wild and brutal as if something primal had snapped loose inside him.
āStill with me, sweetheart?ā he rasped, voice heavy with grit and smoke.
You couldnāt speak. Only nod, barely. A breathless, soundless moan escaped you as his hips snapped into yours againādeep, fast, and devastating.
He glanced down at you, his lips curving into a dark, possessive smirk.
āLook at that faceā¦ā Damon chuckled low, his voice like gravel and silk. āSo cockdrunk and sweetālike you were made just to take me.ā
You whined when he shifted his hips just slightlyāand then slammed into that spot again, that devastating place inside you that shattered every thought you had left.
Your scream echoed through the cabin, high and helpless. āDamon!ā
That nameāyour voiceābroke him.
He grunted, hard, and his hands tightened their grip on your hips like he needed to anchor himself or risk flying apart. āThatās it,ā he groaned, slamming into you again, and again, every thrust faster, rougher, more erratic. āScream for me.ā
You couldnāt stop. Couldnāt even think anymore. The pressure, the rhythm, the heatāit was too much. Your body shook beneath his, too sensitive after your last release, your cries dissolving into choked sobs of pleasure.
Damon leaned closer, forehead pressed to yours, sweat-slicked skin trembling.
āIām gonna fill you up,ā he growled, almost like a threat, almost like a promise. āYou want that, donāt you? Want to feel me deepāruining you.ā
You nodded frantically, lips brushing his. āPleaseā¦ā
And that was all it took.
With a groan torn from the depths of his chest, Damon buried himself to the hiltāthrust once, twiceāand then stilled, his entire body trembling as he spilled into you, deep and hot. His head fell against your shoulder, fangs grazing your skin as he exhaled your name like it was the only thing anchoring him to this world.
You both lay there, trembling, tangled, ruined.
And as his fingers traced your cheekāgentle now, reverentāhe whispered into your skin: āYouāre mine. Always.ā
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had to start talking to myself like i'm 5 because yeah, I get it you wanna kill yourself because they're out of your favorite bagel and it feels like the end of the world and you wanna crawl back in bed, but wouldn't it be so fun if we washed the dishes finally. we can get bagels tomorrow
her vampirism was mistaken for female hysteria (she canonically bit people/tried to claw their hearts out. that's....suggestive)
she was locked in the attic and then contracted vampirism (bitten by a bat.)
whichever way: she's a vampire, she's dark and dangerous and beckoning like a siren's song from the rafters. she's got a failhusband and a repressed victorian governess dreaming of her daunting laughter. the Gothic Yuri potential is off the charts do u HEAR me???
went to my best friendās house last night and saw a little plushie dog and plushie cat that had been sewn together down the middle into a two-headed chimera. I said, ādid you do that?ā she said, āyes, I saved them.ā
turns out at her old job when the last two plushies hadnāt sold and became deadstock, her boss told her to cut them up and throw them out. so she cut them each in half, preserved their heads, and then rebuilt them together.
cannot stop thinking about the way these little plushies were approached with the instinct of a Vampire or some sort of ancient god. āLet me save you [turn you into a monster].ā
The fact that the beheading was at the order of a superior, and the solution was to create some sort of monster of disobediance to the letter of the law instead of just lying and saving them adds a certain mythological resonance.
