Jul 13, 2013 17:58
Or, a tale in which I fail at fandom.
I haven't written anything in monthssssssssssss and I wish to remedy that. So if anyone wants ANYTHING- meta, fic, whatever- prompt it and I will write it.
Super broad, super specific, whatever. DO ITTTTTT PLEASE.
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So, this fic.
Um, yikes.
Who would ever dream of curtains as a metaphor? Oh, that's right, YOU. Never me, I can tell you. But that's why I love this, because I can write what I write all day long and it will never be like THIS. And this is painful and terrible, and yet joyful and hopeful too, which is Damon and Elena all the way around. Ugh, all the feels.
He eats her out like there is no tomorrow, tongue fervently sliding in and out, up and down. She moans and gasps and whispers "now" into the stillness, feels the bristles of the Persian rug beneath her back as she feels him on her clit, once, twice, thrice.
And then Damon apologizes by giving head, which is, you know, a fan favorite.
Thank you for this!
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p.s. Hope life is treating you well!
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And +1 to all your other thoughts too! These two were my ~formative~ ship for mutual destruction, ngl. WELCOME TO THE FANDOM, you will be very at home here. :D
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