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turnonmyheelsFandom: The Vampire Diaries
Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.12 Unpleasantville
Notes: thank you![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
moosesal for the beta
Previous parts here
“Now, now you two.” The familiar voice made the hair on the back of Caroline’s neck stand up. “I think it’s time you kissed and made up.” Caroline closed her eyes and prayed for it to be an aural hallucination. “Or made out, or got started, anything but this boring star-crossed, doe-eyed, Twilight puke fest.”
The Grill was nearly empty. If she hadn’t been lingering until closing trying to get Matt to acknowledge that they had something and that they shouldn’t just give up on it before it even started, she wouldn’t be here with Damon breathing down her neck. Literally. What was with his obsessive neck thing anyway? She can’t, won’t be his toy anymore and she’ll do anything at all to keep Matt safe and away from Damon’s sadistic, twisted games. Caroline deliberately stepped out of his reach and grabbed hold of Matt’s arm. “Come on.” She tugged him toward the door. “You don’t want to get mixed up with him. Trust me.”
Matt yanked his arm away from her. “You know what Caroline? You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
Every instinct she had was screaming at her in bold flashing letters GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. “Can I get you something?” Matt asked Damon and Caroline felt the ball of fear growing in her belly turn into lead. She may be a neurotic, insecure, crazy mess but she liked Matt too much to leave him alone with Damon. Caroline sucked in a deep breath, pasted on her best smile, and sauntered toward the bar behind Matt and Damon.
“Bourbon neat.” Damon said politely as he slid onto a bar stool. Matt headed behind the bar to pour the drink.
“You’re not old enough to serve.” Caroline knew how ridiculous and petty she sounded but she had to do something.
Matt pulled a bottle of Maker’s Mark down from the shelf and poured Damon a generous serving. “What are you going to do, call your mom?”
Damon held his glass up to Caroline in a mockery of a toast. “Yeah, Caroline, what are you going to do?”
Caroline stepped closer to Damon, close enough to reach out and lay a hand on his leather-clad arm. “Damon. Please, don’t do this.” She moved closer still, angling her body so she couldn’t see Matt then turned all of her attention on Damon. She dropped her voice down to a whisper and turned her biggest doe eyes on him, praying that for once he’d be easy to get along with. “Just leave him alone.”
“Aww, Care-bear.” Damon patted (more like slapped) Caroline on the cheek then drank his bourbon and set the empty glass on the bar. He gestured for Matt to refill his drink. “I think it’s adorable how much you like Mr. All-America.” He reached out and grabbed Caroline’s arm and pulled her against him. “Tell you what. I won’t touch your new boy here and you have to do whatever I tell you.”
She knew it was stupid. She knew that Damon lied. Caroline licked her lips and darted a glance at Matt. He looked so hurt and angry, glaring at them while he dried glasses before re-stocking them under the bar. “Promise you won’t hurt him. Ever.”
Damon emptied his glass and winked at Caroline. “Of course.” He set the glass on the bar and called Matt over. “Keep it full.” She knew it couldn’t be this easy. You (or at least she) didn’t get to just ask Damon Salvatore to do something and have it happen. He didn’t work like that. He did what he wanted and nothing else mattered. Matt brought the bottle over and Damon did that eye-thing. “Keep the glass full and enjoy the show.”
Caroline held perfectly still, refusing to flinch when Damon reached out and toyed with the buttons on her cardigan. “What kind of show do you think Matt would like? Hmm?” Caroline turned so her back was to the bar and there was no way she could see Matt. Knowing he was watching was one thing, watching him watch was something else entirely. Damon unbuttoned her yellow sweater and unhooked her belt. He was tracing the curve of her breast now and even though Caroline wanted to recoil at his touch, she didn’t (for Matt, this was for Matt’s safety), couldn’t. It felt way too good. (Why, why did Damon of all people in the world have to make her shiver?)
“Didn’t I tell you not to wear yellow again?” Damon pushed the sweater off of her shoulders down to crook of her elbows, effectively trapping her arms.
Caroline raised her chin and smiled sweetly. “I don’t do what you tell me to anymore, Damon.” She hissed out a breath when he reached under her skirt and tugged down her panties. The silky fabric skimmed down her legs and Caroline stepped out of them when they reached her feet.
Damon held the panties up and inspected them. “Vintage. Nice. Matching bra?” Damon tugged the neckline of her shell down until he could see that she was -- of course -- wearing the matching bra. She’d spent over two hundred dollars on the ensemble. Sheer red nylon panties edged with black lace at the leg and waist. The panties had the cutest little over-skirt with polka dots just above the lace trim. The bra wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the ones she normally wore, but it didn’t matter, she looked amazing and she knew it.
“You really should see her lingerie collection, it’s incredible.” Damon tossed her panties onto the bar and addressed Matt. “Go ahead, pick them up.” Caroline kept her eyes on Damon. “Smell them.” A spike of absolute hatred washed through Caroline as Damon caressed her bare thighs from the back of her knees to the juncture of her thighs. She couldn’t hold back her gasp when Damon dragged a finger through the dampness he found. Hatred segued to shame so quickly it nearly made Caroline’s head spin. She refused to be turned on by Damon humiliating her in front of Matt.
Damon slid a finger inside of her and pumped it in, out, in, out, then added two more fingers, shoving inside her. She came silently and immediately. Damon kept pumping his fingers, rubbing the pads of his fingers on the spot that made her knees tremble. Damn Damon and his psychotic need to take and take and take all the happiness and hope from the people around him. She wanted this thing with Matt to work. She wanted to be happy with a nice boy who liked her and was nice to her.
Happy with anyone at all who wasn’t Damon. Caroline maintained her silence when Damon pulled his fingers from her body. They were wet and shiny with her come. He held them to his face and inhaled deeply. “She smells so good, Matt -- but she tastes even better. Want a taste?”
Caroline bowed her head and stared at her shoes. They were cute and just as vintage as her underwear. Black, peep-toed, and kitten heeled. If she concentrated on her shoes long enough this whole thing would be over and she could go home and pretend she’d never heard of Damon Salvatore.
“Watch, Caroline.” Caroline started to walk away but Damon clamped a hand down on her arm and forced her to turn and face him and Matt. “Taste her.” Damon held out his hand and Caroline watched as Matt sucked the tip of one of Damon’s fingers into his mouth. “Go ahead, clean it all up.” Matt opened his mouth wider and took in all three fingers down to the second knuckle. “She tastes great, doesn’t she?”
“Damon, stop -- you said you’d leave him alone.”
“Shut up, Caroline, and go away.” Damon slid his fingers out of Matt’s mouth and picked up his glass of bourbon. “Or I’ll bend you over the bar and fuck you in the ass while he watches.”
“Please, you said--” Caroline started to protest.
“Leave or get fucked.”
Caroline pulled the tattered shreds of her dignity around her and walked out of The Grill with only a couple backward glances at Matt.
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Title: Throw Yourself From Skin to Skin
Pairing: Damon/anyone he damn well wants
Rating: Adult
Warnings: Damon is a vampire. There will be death, rape, torture, sex, bloodplay, etc.
Summary: Damon screws (with) Mystic Falls, episode by episode.
Spoilers: 1.12 Unpleasantville
Notes: thank you
moosesal for the betaPrevious parts here
“Now, now you two.” The familiar voice made the hair on the back of Caroline’s neck stand up. “I think it’s time you kissed and made up.” Caroline closed her eyes and prayed for it to be an aural hallucination. “Or made out, or got started, anything but this boring star-crossed, doe-eyed, Twilight puke fest.”
The Grill was nearly empty. If she hadn’t been lingering until closing trying to get Matt to acknowledge that they had something and that they shouldn’t just give up on it before it even started, she wouldn’t be here with Damon breathing down her neck. Literally. What was with his obsessive neck thing anyway? She can’t, won’t be his toy anymore and she’ll do anything at all to keep Matt safe and away from Damon’s sadistic, twisted games. Caroline deliberately stepped out of his reach and grabbed hold of Matt’s arm. “Come on.” She tugged him toward the door. “You don’t want to get mixed up with him. Trust me.”
Matt yanked his arm away from her. “You know what Caroline? You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
Every instinct she had was screaming at her in bold flashing letters GET OUT GET OUT GET OUT. “Can I get you something?” Matt asked Damon and Caroline felt the ball of fear growing in her belly turn into lead. She may be a neurotic, insecure, crazy mess but she liked Matt too much to leave him alone with Damon. Caroline sucked in a deep breath, pasted on her best smile, and sauntered toward the bar behind Matt and Damon.
“Bourbon neat.” Damon said politely as he slid onto a bar stool. Matt headed behind the bar to pour the drink.
“You’re not old enough to serve.” Caroline knew how ridiculous and petty she sounded but she had to do something.
Matt pulled a bottle of Maker’s Mark down from the shelf and poured Damon a generous serving. “What are you going to do, call your mom?”
Damon held his glass up to Caroline in a mockery of a toast. “Yeah, Caroline, what are you going to do?”
Caroline stepped closer to Damon, close enough to reach out and lay a hand on his leather-clad arm. “Damon. Please, don’t do this.” She moved closer still, angling her body so she couldn’t see Matt then turned all of her attention on Damon. She dropped her voice down to a whisper and turned her biggest doe eyes on him, praying that for once he’d be easy to get along with. “Just leave him alone.”
“Aww, Care-bear.” Damon patted (more like slapped) Caroline on the cheek then drank his bourbon and set the empty glass on the bar. He gestured for Matt to refill his drink. “I think it’s adorable how much you like Mr. All-America.” He reached out and grabbed Caroline’s arm and pulled her against him. “Tell you what. I won’t touch your new boy here and you have to do whatever I tell you.”
She knew it was stupid. She knew that Damon lied. Caroline licked her lips and darted a glance at Matt. He looked so hurt and angry, glaring at them while he dried glasses before re-stocking them under the bar. “Promise you won’t hurt him. Ever.”
Damon emptied his glass and winked at Caroline. “Of course.” He set the glass on the bar and called Matt over. “Keep it full.” She knew it couldn’t be this easy. You (or at least she) didn’t get to just ask Damon Salvatore to do something and have it happen. He didn’t work like that. He did what he wanted and nothing else mattered. Matt brought the bottle over and Damon did that eye-thing. “Keep the glass full and enjoy the show.”
Caroline held perfectly still, refusing to flinch when Damon reached out and toyed with the buttons on her cardigan. “What kind of show do you think Matt would like? Hmm?” Caroline turned so her back was to the bar and there was no way she could see Matt. Knowing he was watching was one thing, watching him watch was something else entirely. Damon unbuttoned her yellow sweater and unhooked her belt. He was tracing the curve of her breast now and even though Caroline wanted to recoil at his touch, she didn’t (for Matt, this was for Matt’s safety), couldn’t. It felt way too good. (Why, why did Damon of all people in the world have to make her shiver?)
“Didn’t I tell you not to wear yellow again?” Damon pushed the sweater off of her shoulders down to crook of her elbows, effectively trapping her arms.
Caroline raised her chin and smiled sweetly. “I don’t do what you tell me to anymore, Damon.” She hissed out a breath when he reached under her skirt and tugged down her panties. The silky fabric skimmed down her legs and Caroline stepped out of them when they reached her feet.
Damon held the panties up and inspected them. “Vintage. Nice. Matching bra?” Damon tugged the neckline of her shell down until he could see that she was -- of course -- wearing the matching bra. She’d spent over two hundred dollars on the ensemble. Sheer red nylon panties edged with black lace at the leg and waist. The panties had the cutest little over-skirt with polka dots just above the lace trim. The bra wasn’t nearly as comfortable as the ones she normally wore, but it didn’t matter, she looked amazing and she knew it.
“You really should see her lingerie collection, it’s incredible.” Damon tossed her panties onto the bar and addressed Matt. “Go ahead, pick them up.” Caroline kept her eyes on Damon. “Smell them.” A spike of absolute hatred washed through Caroline as Damon caressed her bare thighs from the back of her knees to the juncture of her thighs. She couldn’t hold back her gasp when Damon dragged a finger through the dampness he found. Hatred segued to shame so quickly it nearly made Caroline’s head spin. She refused to be turned on by Damon humiliating her in front of Matt.
Damon slid a finger inside of her and pumped it in, out, in, out, then added two more fingers, shoving inside her. She came silently and immediately. Damon kept pumping his fingers, rubbing the pads of his fingers on the spot that made her knees tremble. Damn Damon and his psychotic need to take and take and take all the happiness and hope from the people around him. She wanted this thing with Matt to work. She wanted to be happy with a nice boy who liked her and was nice to her.
Happy with anyone at all who wasn’t Damon. Caroline maintained her silence when Damon pulled his fingers from her body. They were wet and shiny with her come. He held them to his face and inhaled deeply. “She smells so good, Matt -- but she tastes even better. Want a taste?”
Caroline bowed her head and stared at her shoes. They were cute and just as vintage as her underwear. Black, peep-toed, and kitten heeled. If she concentrated on her shoes long enough this whole thing would be over and she could go home and pretend she’d never heard of Damon Salvatore.
“Watch, Caroline.” Caroline started to walk away but Damon clamped a hand down on her arm and forced her to turn and face him and Matt. “Taste her.” Damon held out his hand and Caroline watched as Matt sucked the tip of one of Damon’s fingers into his mouth. “Go ahead, clean it all up.” Matt opened his mouth wider and took in all three fingers down to the second knuckle. “She tastes great, doesn’t she?”
“Damon, stop -- you said you’d leave him alone.”
“Shut up, Caroline, and go away.” Damon slid his fingers out of Matt’s mouth and picked up his glass of bourbon. “Or I’ll bend you over the bar and fuck you in the ass while he watches.”
“Please, you said--” Caroline started to protest.
“Leave or get fucked.”
Caroline pulled the tattered shreds of her dignity around her and walked out of The Grill with only a couple backward glances at Matt.
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