Ruthless Sinner

Damon Adrian Salvatore, the older brother of brooding Stefan Salvatore. They call me a monster and most times they're right but Elena keeps telling me otherwise. She's lying, obviously. ☛ Tag: ruthlessadrian

[damonadrian]

A DECISION

After realization that not so many are interested in roleplaying in here and the search for active roleplayers is exhausting, for now, I’ve decided I’ll give Facebook roleplay another try. WHY? Because I have people there, mainly my long-term roleplay girlfriend whom I adore to write with and people that I can constantly write with but also, many possibilities to add people and just connect.  Thank you for the lovely time here, the blog will stay up and I will be back.. one day. If you wish to contact me, I’ll be checking in once a day/week in here so feel free to. 

[indiemasterlists]

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[robinscherbatsky-jr]

SPARK TO AN OLD FLAME ~ robincharles-scherbatsky

[robinscherbatsky-jr]

damonadrian:

First impressions are always the ones that mattered and with Damon, that was kinda hard. You see a nice looking, wait, you see a hot looking guy with such bad temper and uncontrolled urge to kill for fun.. so what do you do? Run for your life, as most smart people would but not her, not Robin. She was always there for Damon, even when every bone of her body yelled at her to -run for her life-. He could have hurt her, his demons never asked who’s the victim, only that his thirst needed to be satisfied. Being as stubborn as she was, he couldn’t shake her off.. even two years after each got on their own way they there were. Together. In the same room.

Each start is the same, it’s a rush of emotions all at once, lust rushing through the air like a plaque but the only ones affected were the two of them. Two options were at the table, to just give in or fight it and take a step back. For Damon stepping back meant giving up which he never really wanted, he wanted to be with her for as long as she’ll have him and this time, it was at his own risk. He was breaking his promise to himself that for her safety he’ll never come near her. Suddenly having her in his arms and her lips slowly bruising against his made him sure that it was what she also wanted, she wanted him as much. Damon raised his hands and had them rest on each of her hip as her fingers grasped tightly onto his neck. The consequences didn’t matter, not now, not even later. 

They say you can’t have it all, at least not at once or at ease, and they were right. As soon as Damon thought it was their time, time to finally give into Robin and let her fully into his heart, life’s doors slam open. The unfamiliar figure appeared on his doorstep.

It was a good thing he responded, with a good kind of response. Having herself in his arms, within his grasp made her feel safe. An incomparable kind of safe. Which was rather odd considering who he was, what he was. Nobody could have understood, hell- Robin herself couldn’t have explained if she had to. 

His soft lips against hers, her fingers tangled within the strands of his air, with minimal to zero distance in between them~ wasn’t that the perfect picture? Such a long damn time she had waited for this very moment, to just have him to herself, no buts, no excuses, an actual moment just between the two of them. It seemed like the perfect happy ending where the audience would have walked away with a satisfactory smile across their faces– until the door creaked open, minus the dramatic knock. 

It wasn’t until she heard someone clearing their throat that it occurred to her, they had company. Unwillingly pulling apart, her eyes immediately wandered off to the side, spotting the unfamiliar brunette, before hesitantly travelling back to Damon, evidently uncertain as to who the woman was, or why she was here. Robin did know about Damon’s brother, though he never talked about him much. A sister? Someone he never mentioned, neither the woman standing a few feet away seemed like so from the expressions she was wearing. 

“–Uh… am I missing something?”

[damonadrian]

A sudden wave of goosebumps ran across Damon's spine as he saw Elena standing at his doorway. 2 YEARS AGO You can't really get over the fact that you've just pushed away the love of your life in order to keep her safe. It's not about the safety of the situations she might fall into nor the idea of the possibility of her being unhappy with him, it was mainly about how he was wrong for her because of who he was and people that might take her away from him. It was somewhat easier to push her away and make her go than to face a fact that someone has the power to take her life just to make a mends with what Damon did in his past. You never really know who's about to go full on revenge on your ass until they do. It was all about precaution. You can say it's kinda blurry but he remembers it, the night Damon got really drunk after watching Robin take out her bags out of his room and out of his house. Watching her leave was what he never hoped it'll happen but he knew it was his way of protecting her, even if she never forgave him for what he had said to make her leave. "Kinda sad to see such pretty face drinking all by himself," Elena said standing in the hallway of the Salvatore boarding house, slowly walking towards the bar where brothers held their fair share of alcohol. Damon rolled his eyes as he was turning around to face her "I see nobody inviting you to help yourself with MY alcohol." She was the last person he wanted to deal with that night but yet again he didn't give a single fuck "Oh come on Damon, you know well enough that Stefan wouldn't mind if I took some of his share." PRESENT DAY "Elena.." Damon called out her name as his eyes locked in on Robins face expression thinking how he was about to explain all of this. "I'm here to collect my things Damon, since you weren't able to pick up your phone, I came up." And in that moment he remembered that they agreed he'll help her move out her stuff but seeing Robin messed with his mind and he forgot.

[damonadrian]

“I admit, it took me..” Counts "Nine months. Wow, now I’m embarrassed.” Runs to his big ol’ bedroom to hide

Decides it’s time to come back, “Okay, no more excuses. But I have to say that I’ve been so caught up with work and wasn’t able to organize my life so roleplay fell back behind.. some things were more important. Now, I think I miss my writing so.. you’re stuck with me yet again.” _____________________

[If I remember, I owe replies to @icxnholdon ~ @hiswxrriorprincess ~ @wiickedmagic~ @safestpsychotiicbitch. Probably forgot few but those are people who are still willing to continue our roleplay and for the patience, I am grateful.]

[originallymikaelson]

[Open]

[originallymikaelson]

“Not exactly…” The pictures of Vivianne stood bright as day as he fumbled through them in his hands. He couldn’t even begin to think about everything he wished that he could do to bring her back. Klaus didn’t let many know, no one actually about those times he thought back to that marriage of his, no matter how short lived it was. Vivianne made an impact on him. 

                     “Never hurt though, did it?”

[damonadrian]

Damon was still unsure if he should mention what him and Klaus’s sister did back in the 1864, none knew and for now he intended to keep it that way. “You’re standing next to a guy who tried to drown in alcohol, may succeeded once but was it worth it? No.” The thought of being married scared the shit out of Damon, not knowing why Freya did what she did may have hurt his ego a bit. 

“The saddest part, it always hurts.”

[originallymikaelson]

[Open]

“Not everyone gets everything they truly want…” His eyes gazed over portraits he had in his hands of his former wife that only Elijah and Rebekah knew of. She was a common held secret. “Not, even, I…”

[damonadrian]

Night was still young, recent events that occurred had Damon’s mind in spiral. He was either to deal with it or do what he did best, avoid the situation. To be honest, Freya didn’t gave him much to process except the fact that she was part of his life, one that Dahlia made him forget.. and now, with her gone, the memories returned. 

Seeing how Klaus stood near the Rousseau’s gazing over the portraits, Damon couldn’t help but to wonder, “Anything a drink can solve?”

[damonadrian]

OPEN TO ANYONE

“Can anyone tell me what did I miss?” Damon asked with a confused look on his face, clearly having no idea about what was happening in his house.

[damonadrian]

ONGOING ROLEPLAYS

Because some decided to ditch the stories I sent over, I’m thanking people listed down under for putting up with me, still and for sticking up with stories we are creating together. Thank you.

♦ THE SIRE ~ hiswxrriorprincess ♦ YOU DON’T WANT ME, REALLY ~ thebestinfluence [Hiatus] ♦ EXPECTING TOO MUCH ~ elenaloveablekotsala ♦ UNTOLD LOVE STORY ~ icxnholdon ♦ FIRST TIME ~ originaltequilaxcaroline ♦ GIVE ME A REASON WHY ~ reluctantoriginal ♦ ANOTHER UPBEAT ORIGINAL AU ~ originaltequilaxcaroline ♦ SPARK TO AN OLD FLAME ~ robinscherbatsky-jr​ ♦ I’M GUILTY ~ hiswxrriorprincess​ ♦ LET’S NOT KILL THE BUZZ ~ killerqueenpetrova​ ♦ MEETING DAMON ~ hexinghanson​ ♦ SECRET AGENT MAN ~ shelieswithmonsters​ ♦ 1864, DEEDS SO ROTTEN ~ talithaxkum​ ♦ SOME THINGS NEVER CHANGE ~ katherinediabolicalinsomnia​ ♦ NEW ORLEANS, SAVAGE MASKED ~ talithaxkum​

Under question mark [Let me know if you wish to continue or end the thread] • NEW HOME ~ shedeviloriginalbekah • LET’S KILL THE BOREDOM ~ originalinsana • CAN’T YOU JUST FORGET IT? ~ carolinedearest • WHO ARE YOU? ~ ofresurrection • 60s ROMANCE ~ magicalxhybrid • WHO ARE YOU? ~ salvatorefromduke​ • PAST IS IN THE PAST ~ cruorem​ • SHE HAS COME UNDONE ~ elenaloveablekotsala • FINDING YOU, FINDING ME ~ originalhellsangel • CURIOSITY KILLED THE CAT ~ sulezmer • CARE TO EXPLAIN? ~ originalhellsangel​ • 1864, Welcome To Mystic Falls ~ nefarios-daemones-deane​ • YOU VOWED ~ noblewitchwoman​

[xnokturn]

New Orleans ~ Savage masked

        Dark haired woman’d taken another sip form the cup, before turning her gaze once more to the door of the cafe. There weren’t many people coming in, since those days no one really cared about such small places on the edge of the town. For Tatia, it was a shame. People no longer valued rare atmosphere of abandoned locations, like this one. 

        But there were, of course, advantages of it. No prying eyes, no suspicious spies. A perfect place to make a deal with the devil. Eyes closed, and corners of Tatia’s lips lifted slightly at the thought. For even she didn’t know who was going to take the role of the devil in here. 

        Only after she put her cup on the table, she sensed a presence of someone taking a seat in front of her. Her smirk widened, because she had already known what she was about to see. She wasn’t mistaken - the other person was just who she had expected. “I’m glad that you finally arrived…” as she spoke the words calmly, her smirk slowly vanished off her face.

         “However, I am not entirely pleased with the fact you’re late - my coffee got cold.”

[damonadrian]

Once a powerful and wealthy man,  a man that had everything and yet he had wished and wanted more, Nikolas would have been a role model for the younger Niklaus if the siblings were aware he existed. The anger and grudge grows inside people and not to mention how much it sticks with an immortal such as Nikolas was. If he hated anyone, that’d be Esther.. a mother who gave birth to her firstborn and then gave him up to her her perfect family, as he pictured it after finding out. 2014 was the year he had been drawn into a town of New Orleans, something pushed him into that direction soon to find out it was a town his family helped build, a town in which they lived now. „This is going to be fun,“ he said to himself.

*******

Nikolas, being the oldest of the Mikaelson family was trusted with most valuable things and family secrets since his return a year ago. None had any doubts in his secret agendas nor that there was any, which there was. The instructions were clear, he needed to meet up with some brunette. Why, he didn’t know. The only thing known was keeping his identity a secret.

After a well deserved rest, right in the early Monday morning, Nikolas got up and dressed for the meeting. It didn’t take long for him to arrive to a well known cafe near Rousseau’s, where he was well-known. As entering, a woman behind the counter greeted him „Back so soon, Mr Nikolas?“ Nikolas waved with his hand at her question being focused on the brunette sitting right on his usual spot so instead, he just sat right across her. 

“I believe my m a n n e r s were left behind.. or I actually never had them. So I don’t care that it got cold because mine won’t.” Nikolas replied with a shoulder shrug. His look was kinda messy but then again if he was to shave and get all cleaned up, he’d be looking a lot like his siblings. There was a certain interesting fact about the Mikaelson sons, they all kinda looked alike.. in both appearance and character.

“Regular Mr Nikolas?” Waitress asked, “Yes, Violet. Thank you.

[katherinediabolicalinsomnia]

Some things never change.

It’s been months since illusive Katherine Pierce had supposedly died, leaving the Scooby-Doo gang to revel in their so called win while she once again made a run for her life and settled in New Orleans. Yes, New Orleans was very risky due to Original family returning there, but she had no other option as she was returned as a vampire to the land of living by Esther Mikaelson. The deal they made applied Katherine being Esther’s plan B in case her children refused to become witches, but Katherine had more game than Esther thought and she wasn’t about to allow someone to use her as a blood bag again just because she was a doppelganger. Deciding to take a risk, Katherine payed a visit to Klaus Mikaelson who she hoped still hated his mother enough to make a deal with her – and she was right. Niklaus made a deal with her in a heartbeat, allowing her to stay in New Orleans under his protection as she had provided him with an insight on his mother’s devious plan. Not everyone was particulary happy about her staying there and deep down, she knew Niklaus would be waiting for her single slip so he could end her himself. That’s why Katherine became more careful than ever before and she was doing quite well until certain news reached her, tempting her to start one of her games again just to feel the rush of adrenaline and thrill.

Damon Salvatore himself had arrived to New Orleans and left the scandalous teenage lives of many in Mystic Falls.

Katherine would be lying if she said she wasn’t intrigued by the real reason he left, but still she knew she should play things smart and if the past couple of months in New Orleans had started teaching her anything it was patience. And she was ready to be patient if her plan would work the way she imagined it to. That’s why she turned quiet for a couple of weeks, allowing Damon to settle in and start making some moves around the city. Many times she was tempted to send out something at him and begin playing cat and mouse, but she found it would be way better if it was herself who payed him a visit. After all, she still had some /manners/ and what would shock him better than seeing someone who was supposed to be dead for good…again. Necessary preparation was done and Katherine was ready to set off to his place once he left and then wait for his return and the reunion none of them would ever forget.

The time never seemed to pass slower as she waited for him to leave but once it finally happened, she allowed herself to wait a bit more before heading inside. The place was done in a very Damon Salvatore manner and Katherine couldn’t help chuckling as she moved around, looking and inspecting every corner. For a moment her thoughts flew back to 1864 and the first time she entered his room. She inspected it just like she was doing now, only Damon was right at her heels unlike now, when he was gone and certainly not expecting his Katherine /dearest/. She could even pull a parallel between the look he gave her back then and the one he was about to give her once he came back and found her sitting in his armchair. With a slight smirk, she reached for the bottle of burbon he so innocently left on the table, and poured herself a drink before sinking into the armchair. A couple of drinks, or maybe even a bottle later, Katherine sensed movement and lowered the glass on the table before knitting her hands in her lap just as the door opened and the familiar face of Damon Salvatore showed. “Welcome home, honey.” Katherine said in a sing song voice. With a smirk on her face, she lightly tilted her head to the side, her curls slightly bouncing at the movement as she spoke up yet again. “Did you miss me?”

[damonadrian]

Deciding that it was time to leave Mystic Falls was Damon’s best decision he ever made in his life. Mortal and immortal. Getting back to a city that he once lived in back when he was turned brought up some memories. For example, the house he was living it, he forgot how big it was and why he bought that estate. He had forgotten many things and people that he met in the time he spent there, he only remembered that he n e e d e d to leave but not why or how.

Not many knew a secret Damon kept, one that he has recently found out himself since the eldest Mikaelson re-appeared. It was rather shocking but it made sense and he was as you’d say, still adjusting. 

Word about Katherine didn’t spread due to the agreement she had with Niklaus but so didn’t a word of where Damon was. Niklaus made sure that Damon was not to be disturbed and that he was treated with respect, at first he didn’t understand why but it all came to his mind at some point. Time he spent adjusting gave him space to make allies, not that he needed some but he needed someone to rant and of course, drink with. Wondering about his short lived fling with Rebekah, it was far forgotten in order to maintain peace he had with her family. 

That night, a young woman appeared on his doorstep with a note written on her wrist saying -Play with me, truly yours-. Damon knew who was responsible for the gift he has just received and she surely knew his taste for women but the thought of her still made him unsure of how he felt about all of it. Pulling the woman in, Damon feed some off of her and left her there in a rush. He needed to explain that he wasn’t h e r s and that she can’t do that, even if he appreciated the meal, she needed to know her boundaries with him. It was different, he was different. ‘’We’ll talk tomorrow, I have an early meeting with Elijah.” And he vanished. As soon as he reached his porch, he sensed a presence inside the house. Unfamiliar but then, just before he got in he saw the woman he fed off stumbling around. Drinking off the rest of her blood and leaving the corpse for Klaus’s men to take care of, Damon stepped in. The sight he had in front of him didn’t surprise him because by now, he was immune to shit happening and Katherine, well she was on that ‘’shit’’ list. “It’s you, again.’’ Rolled with his eyes as he had blood sliding down the right corner of his mouth. 

[damonadrian]

hiswxrriorprincess:

Maybe waiting had made them hasty, maybe waiting had brought them to this where they could not take the tension where it was time to finally allow themselves this. What she had wanted for quite some time now, and him as well. Of course she never imagined their first time being so rushed, however, somehow this was perfect. Unbridled passion taking them away to a special place, their need for each other driving every motion. This was never meant to happen. It was never supposed to get to this, but it did, and she was in love with him. And she lusted for him. And now she’d never have to hold it in again. Now she had what she wanted. She had him.

Hot breaths passed her lips, mingling with the pure moans she let go as his fingers moved within. Her walls stretching to take in the width of the two, as he eased her in. Wanting to take his time though his movements were quick. He wanted this perfect, too, even if they were lost in the passion. And somehow she knew even if things weren’t like they had imagined, there would be time to do it that way, too. But right now, they needed each other, needed to hold each other close. And there was no time, no reason, to hold it in. Not now when he was sure he could have her. No consequences.

“I love this,” she answered. She’d love him even more. Love all of him, his girth within her as his body held her close, them connecting in ways that were allowed now, ways that would send her into the desires of forever. ”Ungh.” The brunette whimpered as his movements roughened. As he took her harder, faster, just with his fingers, driving her into oblivion, bringing her closer to her first orgasm with him. Just with his fingers. When he removed them, she almost pouted, but then she was lifted, squealing as he took her in his arms and ran her toward his bed with her legs wrapped around him, her sex open against him. Watching him rip off the rest, Elena licked her lips. “Yes, yes.” The brunette agreed before he plunged in again and she cried out. Loudly. Against his kiss. “Fuck, Damon.” Her hands rose to his hair, tangling in it while he had more fingers inside her, groaning. “Damon. Damon. Damon.” His name fell off her lips as she laid naked beneath him, wanting him. All of him. Not just his fingers while he stayed in clothing, though she could see his erection. “Damon. Mm Damon. Please. Please.” She was so close to cumming. “Please.”

Things can suddenly change and if anyone was fond of change, it was Damon. Having Elena near him and stand being within his presence was merely enough but as mentioned, things changed. Damon changed. It’s not like he wanted but more like he was forced into it. Being the older brother and the role model to Stefan was never what he intended to be, except when Lily, their mother, died and o save Stefan from the tyrant grasp of their father he tried to be there.. but failed. Failures followed Damon, just like the slap he got first time he tried to kiss Elena only this time, it was something she wanted. 

Feeling her warmth in between his wet fingers and walls stretching out to adjust just for him made Damon grin as his fingers slid deeper. It wasn’t perfect but what unplanned thing ever was?! Her moans gave him insight that he was doing good, that he was hitting the spot he wanted and the expression on her face, priceless. There she was, being pleased by his touch as his eyes gazed into hers. Truth was, Damon wanted to thrust into her, he wanted to feel her widen her legs even more just for his erection to slid deep inside but he took his time. Patience wasn’t usually his best suit but with her, he was patient. With all of this being what it was, there was a part of him which wished to give her some enjoyment and perfection. 

The sight of excitement in her eyes and statement that followed only drove Damon crazier. He may have been a bit rough on her but he was sure she could have taken it and she was, “Just wait for it because I’ve just started.” The tease was that he had his clothes on and her plead for him to thrust into her was like a prayer. Sacred and passionate. “Wait for it.” Moving past her, Damon took out his fingers licking one after another as he dropped his clothes on the floor next to the bed. His erection hard and free of restraints. He now moved passed her lips as his slid across her bare tummy down her pubic bone, soon sucking on her clit as his tongue ran across her sex.

[xnokturn]

1864 ~ Deeds so rotten

               Does it hurt? When you look at her, recalling all of your past mistakes             being repeated all over again… You can clearly see yourself in her, don’t you? 

        The dark figure walked out of the shadow, with a smirk occurring to her features. The bitter taste of years made her crave for a fresh kind of fun. And what could be better than messing with her own flesh and blood. Katerina seemed to be an interesting person to play with. A pure reflection of a ghost story from the past. It was almost amusing to think that poor Katherine had never known that she was only repeating a formed pattern. Having two boys on her leash… And Tatiana had sworn, that she would see the end of the affair rather quickly. 

        The older brother seemed to be out. Just the thing Tatia was waiting for. With the grace of a sneaking panther, she crept closer to the Salvatore. Closer than he would ever expect her to be, and yet - far enough for him not to notice her. One of the advantages of being a daughter of the shadows. 

        Tatiana only waited for one thing. She waited until they were far enough, so no people would witness their conversation. She may had been called a monster a few times, but she was not going to bring any harm to him.

  —  At least not tonight…

[damonadrian]

With all that has happened after Damon came back from the war, he could have sensed that Katherine’s focus wasn’t that much on him as it was on Stefan. It felt like she lost her interest for him and he, he fell for her even more. You could have said that Damon liked the chase, he liked the challenge and the feeling of satisfaction brought up as he got what he wanted. But not this time, he was losing.

It was still unclear why Katherine caught Damon’s attention, it wasn’t like him to chase girls that his younger brother usually would. He preferred them blonde and somewhat without any brains. Maybe it was her sophistication that lured him into her chambers or was it simply the sexuality she radiated from. He didn’t bother thinking about it much, he just listened to his instincts and followed like a puppy. 

That night she blew him off, told him that she has an urgent matter she needed to run along with Pearl. With a simple shrug Damon left the Salvatore estate to do what he did best, only thing that made his Father mad, get drunk. 

[wiickedmagic]

Meeting Damon {damonadrian}

[wiickedmagic]

There was an upward twitch in her lips at his word’s, but it disappeared as quickly as it happened. He was funny and evidently not a witch but that didn’t mean Adrienne trusted him anymore than she did five minutes ago. Still, it was refreshing to be in the presence of at least one other who wasn’t bound to a specific faction. 

“Do you have a name? Because if not I’m gonna make one up for you and it might not be one care for” The smirk was back now, and Adrienne didn’t bother trying to hide the smug look in her eyes. “So if you’re not friends with Klaus or Marcel … why are you here?”

[damonadrian]

What could a stranger do? Nothing. Was Damon ever worried when meeting new people? Why would he be. She seemed like she needed someone so eh, why not have a laugh or a drink or two-three. 

“Oh no, haven’t you heard that some are nameless?” Damon started to laugh, “Of course I do. It’s Damon.” He stayed at just his first name because what would she do with his last, yes he was kinda (un)famous for some bad things he did in NOLA but then again, that was long time ago. “It’s kinda long story involving a witch, Mikaelsons and marriage.” He stated. 

[safestpsychotiicbitch]

LET’S NOT KILL THE BUZZ ~ killerqueenpetrova

[safestpsychotiicbitch]

“Mmm, I’ve heard it once or twice,” she snarled to Damon, who was continuously fighting her on the topics at hand. She knew this wasn’t going to be the easiest task, but she knew also – it needed to be done. “Oh come on, I’m not that bad,” she scoffed, waving off the Salvatore with a disgusted look on her face. She was almost to the point, that she didn’t wanted to say a thing now. He was making it far too difficult for her to bite her tongue.

“Really? That’s why you are pining over a girl who looks like me?” she questioned him with a raise of her brow, speculating what angle Damon was really coming from. With a heavy sigh, she glared at Damon never taking her eyes off him, though she did move a few steps closer to where he was. “Here’s a question, Damon. If I would have came back for you – how would you have reacted? Would you be excited? Would you want us to run away together? Our lives would have been in danger. I watched out for you. I knew plenty of what you – and your brother did during my absence. It was best no one knew I was alive.”

[damonadrian]

It seemed like he was so stuck on the fact that Katherine screwed him over but he wasn’t, Damon accepted it and moved on, like any normal guy would. This whole charade was simply just to annoy her, see how far she’ll allow him to continue it before snapping. “I knew a rat once, was much nicer than you.. he didn’t shit all over the porch and then left.” Poor comparison but eh, sounded good in his mind. Truth was, Damon felt hurt at that time because he wanted to be her savior, to be worthy of her love and attention but once he realized she was nowhere to be find, he just gave up. Accepted that he wasn’t all that important to her like he thought he was. 

“Jealous, are we now? I’m not pining over anyone, I don’t pine. That’s not my thing, Katherine.” Damon tilted his head to a side before continuing “By now you should know, since you said you ‘’watched’’ over me that Stefan was the one dating her and I, I just played with her.” Noticing how her eyes are constantly following his every move Damon grinned. Before answering her question he looked up and than back at her hazel eyes “I’d laughed in your face and then left, because there was no good scenario either way, except the one in which I save your sorry ass which turns out, didn’t need any saving at all. So why now, why even showing up?” His face suddenly turned serious, like the matter was hurting him,” You know, Klaus still lives.” His straight face turned once he burst out laughing in her face.

[hiswxrriorprincessarchive]

“You know it doesn’t change how I feel about you, right? Just makes me want to please you. Which as your girlfriend. Or whatever you want me to be, I would want anyway.” He might not agree with her,but she knew it to be true. She already felt for him. This bond just made it stronger.

[damonadrian]

“I’m not stupid, of course I do.” Damon replied. “Oh really, we skipped to that step already,” leaned in closer, “and what else is in that girlfriend/boyfriend category? Like what else I can get?” He was known for being a tease and in that moment, he was certainly teasing her.

hiswxrriorprincess

[icxnholdon-archive-deactivated2]

“So you want me to just forget about everything that he’s done and give him a ‘benefit of the doubt’?” Bonnie questioned to him, her brow knitting together at the very thought of doing such a thing. It wasn’t something that she could just forget. The things that Kai had done to her, in particular, were still plaguing her dreams (nightmares). “That’s not going to happen. I can’t just…let it go – and it’s not even what he did to me, it’s what he’s done to everyone else! He slaughtered his family, Damon. How can I just ignore that?” A sigh followed and she forced herself to take a few steps back, needing some space just so she could clear her head and not end up in a screaming match that would probably send them in opposite directions. “I want to be with you too, but I can’t do that if I’m constantly thinking about what could possibly happen to our friends. I have a bad feeling, Damon; about all of this.”

[damonadrian]

“I just want you to be with me, now, in this moment, even if it means for a freaking half an hour. Without thinking about that psycho bastard whos head I’ll rip off. Okay?” Damon inhaled sharply “But that’s too much to ask, I know.” For a second he felt hurt, he felt like he didn’t deserve even small bit of their time but the situation was serious and he knew that he just needed to back off so he did. “So what do we do to make you feel better? Because I can’t just barge in there and take his head off.” At times like this, Damon knew he needed to forget about their time together and just focus on Kai and how to get rid of the dude once and for all. 

[robinscherbatsky-jr]

SPARK TO AN OLD FLAME ~ robincharles-scherbatsky

[robinscherbatsky-jr]

She couldn’t help herself, she never could have around him. She didn’t care what he was, what he had done, no matter what people said, or even him himself for that matter. She had a soft spot for him since the first day they met, she wasn’t afraid, neither did she care about his rep. She saw that there was more to him than just someone immortal with a never ending lust for blood, and he never gave a reason for her not to. Despite all their failed tries, he was always there for her. He never gave up on their friendship, or whatever complicated thing they had or felt for eachother.

Call it bad timing or luck, things never worked out. But that was insanely weird considering the way her heart pounded with every inch closer his face got to hers, the way everytime they met, it was a fresh start, it was like the first time. Placing her hand onto his chest, right over his pounding heart, she felt his running heartbeat. It wasn’t fair that she couldn’t have hid how she felt, and she wasn’t going to let him cheat his way out of this one. With a smirk forming across her lips, she looked up at him in relief, knowing the lust wasn’t one-sided. “Why do I have a feeling I’m not the only one with those scenes on my mind?”, she slowly pulled in her lower lip, tugging onto it with her teeth, her finger tracing his chest with the un-necessary fabric in the way. His warm breath against hers, only made her want him more. Was she supposed to make a move or back o.. –Hell, there was no backing off now. She pushed herself ahead, her lips smacking onto his, shoulders wrapping around him as she finally kissed him like she should have a year ago.

[damonadrian]

First impressions are always the ones who mattered and with Damon, that was kinda hard. You see a nice looking, wait, you see a hot looking guy with such bad temper and uncontrolled urge to kill for fun.. so what do you do? Run for your life, as most smart people would but not her, not Robin. She was always there for Damon, even when every bone of her body yelled at her to -run for her life-. He could have hurt her, his demons never asked who’s the victim, only that his thirst needed to be satisfied. Being as stubborn as she was, he couldn’t shake her off.. even two years after each got on their own way they there were. Together. In the same room.

Each start is the same, it’s a rush of emotions all at once, lust rushing trough the air like a plaque but the only ones affected were the two of them. Two options were at the table, to just give in or fight it and take a step back. For Damon stepping back meant giving up which he never really wanted, he wanted to be with her for as long as she’ll have him and this time, it was at his own risk. He was breaking his promise to himself that for her safety he’ll never come near her. Suddenly having her in his arms and her lips slowly bruising against his made him sure that it was what she also wanted, she wanted him as much. Damon raised his hands and had them rest on each of her hip as her fingers grasped tightly onto his neck. The consequences didn’t matter, not now, not even later. 

They say you can’t have it all, at least not at once or at ease, and they were right. As soon as Damon thought it was their time, time to finally gave into Robin and let her fully into his heart and life doors slam open. The unfamiliar figure appeared on his doorstep.