TVD: Damon/Caroline/Stefan, Damon/Jules, Damon/John
Title: Tequila Makes Her Clothes Come Off
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/Caroline/Stefan
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for Weekend Comment Fic Party over at tvd_rareships for ishi_chan.
“We need tequila,” Caroline giggled. She was already slightly tipsy. The blood lust had been a little too strong today so Stefan invited her over to partake in some late night drinking.
“Now that is a good idea,” Damon said. He downed his glass of whiskey then was off in a flash to get supplies for the shots.
“You two are bad influences for each other,” Stefan pointed out, but even he had to admit that he was having fun.
“Sometimes it’s fun to be bad,” Caroline grinned and gave him a wink.
Damon returned with a big bottle of tequila, sliced limes, shot glasses and rock salt. They started to do shots and somewhere along the way Damon lost his shirt.
“Body shots!” Caroline declared.
“I think I might love this girl,” Damon grinned.
He laid down for Caroline who poured the tequila into his navel.
“I forgot the salt,” Caroline pouted.
“Here,” Stefan said and sprinkled some onto the fold between his thumb and forefinger. She licked it happily then slurped the alcohol out of Damon’s navel. “And the lime,” Stefan added and pressed the slice of fruit into her mouth. The juice dribbled down her chin and he licked it away.
“Uh oh, Caroline, you’re bringing out his naughty side,” Damon grinned
“Good,” Caroline grinned.
“Blame it on the booze,” Stefan chuckled then knelt on the floor next to his big brother. He sprinkled some salt onto Damon’s left nipple before he sucked it clean. Caroline blinked her eyes, feeling shocked, amused and turned on while she watched Stefan lick up the tequila that had dribbled down Damon’s sharp hipbone. Caroline picked up a lime between her teeth then leaned in to feed it to Stefan.
It was her turn next and somehow they all thought it was a good idea to get completely naked. The Salvatore brothers took control; dribbling tequila over various parts of Caroline’s body and lapping her clean. Soon it turned into Caroline on top of Stefan with Damon behind her and both found ways to fit inside. She had never experienced anything like that before. After a few rounds of hot sex (they did have vampire stamina after all), they collapsed on the floor in drunken haze with Caroline pressed between the brothers.
Title: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/Jules
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for Weekend Comment Fic Party over at tvd_rareships for sunsetdawn20.
He slipped wolfsbane into her drink; she may be fast and clever, but when it comes to revenge, Damon knows no bounds and is willing to do anything. He can be cruel, incessantly so and in his mind the little wolf bitch had it coming. He watched her body twitch with pain then she dropped to her knees. That was when he whisked her away to the boarding house and tied her arms to his bed with rope.
“You bastard,” Jules growled. Anger burned in her eyes.
“Sticks and stones,” Damon shrugged. “Now let’s break some of your bones.”
He doesn’t break anything though. It would be a shame, for as much as he hated this bitch, she was very attractive and it would be a waste to not try her out. He’s left her lower half untied and her legs kicked furiously at him while he ripped off her jeans and underwear. He swiped his tongue over her sex.
Jules wished there was a full moon tonight because she would have ripped him to shreds. She hated this smug vampire, even more so because he knew what he was doing with that tongue of his and she hated herself for enjoying it. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a moan.
All too soon he is on top of her, pushed deep inside. Jules growled the entire time. Elena’s words of ‘be the better man’ echoed through his head, but that’s not who he is. It’s not who he wants to be. When he is finished, he shoved more wolfsbane down her throat and hauled her back to the woods.
The look on her face let him know that she received a fate far worse than death.
“Now get the fuck out of my town,” Damon sneered before he disappeared into the night.
Title: Blood and Bruises
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/John
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for Weekend Comment Fic Party over at tvd_rareships for summerofsoaps.
John digs his nails into the back of the vampire’s neck. His mouth twists into a cruel smile as the blood wells up beneath his fingernails.
“You’ll pay for that,” Damon promises before claiming John’s mouth. The kiss was rough and John felt his lips bruise. Perhaps he should have taken the ring back from Jeremy after all.
It’s all blood, bruises, scratches and moans. John glares as he watches his blood stain Damon’s mouth, but he says nothing because the vampire’s fingers are buried deep inside of him and well that feels very good. John takes delight as the vervain that’s laced with his blood makes Damon’s tongue burn.
“Thought you built up a tolerance?” Johh smirks.
Damon responds by twisting his fingers inside of Daddy Gilbert. John reaches out and takes hold of Damon’s erect cock, sliding his hand up and down the shaft.
“You know Isobel was good at that too,” Damon grins and John tugs harder than he should.
“Cocky bastard,” John accuses.
“Did you expect anything less?” Damon asks before releasing into John’s palm.
“I…ahh, didn’t,” John replies as he comes.
Neither say another word as they dress then leave the men’s room at the Grille.
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/Caroline/Stefan
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for Weekend Comment Fic Party over at tvd_rareships for ishi_chan.
“We need tequila,” Caroline giggled. She was already slightly tipsy. The blood lust had been a little too strong today so Stefan invited her over to partake in some late night drinking.
“Now that is a good idea,” Damon said. He downed his glass of whiskey then was off in a flash to get supplies for the shots.
“You two are bad influences for each other,” Stefan pointed out, but even he had to admit that he was having fun.
“Sometimes it’s fun to be bad,” Caroline grinned and gave him a wink.
Damon returned with a big bottle of tequila, sliced limes, shot glasses and rock salt. They started to do shots and somewhere along the way Damon lost his shirt.
“Body shots!” Caroline declared.
“I think I might love this girl,” Damon grinned.
He laid down for Caroline who poured the tequila into his navel.
“I forgot the salt,” Caroline pouted.
“Here,” Stefan said and sprinkled some onto the fold between his thumb and forefinger. She licked it happily then slurped the alcohol out of Damon’s navel. “And the lime,” Stefan added and pressed the slice of fruit into her mouth. The juice dribbled down her chin and he licked it away.
“Uh oh, Caroline, you’re bringing out his naughty side,” Damon grinned
“Good,” Caroline grinned.
“Blame it on the booze,” Stefan chuckled then knelt on the floor next to his big brother. He sprinkled some salt onto Damon’s left nipple before he sucked it clean. Caroline blinked her eyes, feeling shocked, amused and turned on while she watched Stefan lick up the tequila that had dribbled down Damon’s sharp hipbone. Caroline picked up a lime between her teeth then leaned in to feed it to Stefan.
It was her turn next and somehow they all thought it was a good idea to get completely naked. The Salvatore brothers took control; dribbling tequila over various parts of Caroline’s body and lapping her clean. Soon it turned into Caroline on top of Stefan with Damon behind her and both found ways to fit inside. She had never experienced anything like that before. After a few rounds of hot sex (they did have vampire stamina after all), they collapsed on the floor in drunken haze with Caroline pressed between the brothers.
Title: Revenge is a Dish Best Served Cold
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/Jules
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for Weekend Comment Fic Party over at tvd_rareships for sunsetdawn20.
He slipped wolfsbane into her drink; she may be fast and clever, but when it comes to revenge, Damon knows no bounds and is willing to do anything. He can be cruel, incessantly so and in his mind the little wolf bitch had it coming. He watched her body twitch with pain then she dropped to her knees. That was when he whisked her away to the boarding house and tied her arms to his bed with rope.
“You bastard,” Jules growled. Anger burned in her eyes.
“Sticks and stones,” Damon shrugged. “Now let’s break some of your bones.”
He doesn’t break anything though. It would be a shame, for as much as he hated this bitch, she was very attractive and it would be a waste to not try her out. He’s left her lower half untied and her legs kicked furiously at him while he ripped off her jeans and underwear. He swiped his tongue over her sex.
Jules wished there was a full moon tonight because she would have ripped him to shreds. She hated this smug vampire, even more so because he knew what he was doing with that tongue of his and she hated herself for enjoying it. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of a moan.
All too soon he is on top of her, pushed deep inside. Jules growled the entire time. Elena’s words of ‘be the better man’ echoed through his head, but that’s not who he is. It’s not who he wants to be. When he is finished, he shoved more wolfsbane down her throat and hauled her back to the woods.
The look on her face let him know that she received a fate far worse than death.
“Now get the fuck out of my town,” Damon sneered before he disappeared into the night.
Title: Blood and Bruises
Author: mistress_britt
Fandom: The Vampire Diaries
Characters: Damon/John
Rating: R
Disclaimer: Characters aren’t mine, work of fiction is.
Author's Notes: Written for Weekend Comment Fic Party over at tvd_rareships for summerofsoaps.
John digs his nails into the back of the vampire’s neck. His mouth twists into a cruel smile as the blood wells up beneath his fingernails.
“You’ll pay for that,” Damon promises before claiming John’s mouth. The kiss was rough and John felt his lips bruise. Perhaps he should have taken the ring back from Jeremy after all.
It’s all blood, bruises, scratches and moans. John glares as he watches his blood stain Damon’s mouth, but he says nothing because the vampire’s fingers are buried deep inside of him and well that feels very good. John takes delight as the vervain that’s laced with his blood makes Damon’s tongue burn.
“Thought you built up a tolerance?” Johh smirks.
Damon responds by twisting his fingers inside of Daddy Gilbert. John reaches out and takes hold of Damon’s erect cock, sliding his hand up and down the shaft.
“You know Isobel was good at that too,” Damon grins and John tugs harder than he should.
“Cocky bastard,” John accuses.
“Did you expect anything less?” Damon asks before releasing into John’s palm.
“I…ahh, didn’t,” John replies as he comes.
Neither say another word as they dress then leave the men’s room at the Grille.