i'm a survivor;

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[tatianamasanly]

It’s just me and you.

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       bad pun, sorry. just don’t die.

[thxtpsychoticpetrova]

      “ you’re really starting to bug me. “

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[thxtpsychoticpetrova]

I'm still at work another few hours, stupid morning is dragging on. I thought it was later than 4am. Blah. Anyways, I do plan on being on this weekend. So tag me in some starters, hit up my ask or just love on me I general. Please. I really wanna role play for a bit this weekend. I could use the distraction. <3

[thxtpsychoticpetrova]

Hi. I'm alive. I usually stalk every day and kinda wander off when certain things don't have new replies. Even though I know I owe a couple things too, so I suck. Lmao.

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bittersalvatore:

“I liked that shirt” he pouted, but in reality Damon couldn’t have cared less. As if he were trying to get back at her for her little dig, he tore her own shirt from her body and let it fall to the floor. “Guess you don’t need yours either” he retorted, cupping the back of her knees and tugging her closer to the edge of the table. He hummed in delight with the way she was acting, his mouth hovering over her jugular as he nipped and sucked the skin playfully. 

Katherine moaned at the attention from him, it had her body shuddering happily. When was the last time they’d touch each other like this? She barely counted their moment a few years back - given how it ended. Meaning it’d been well over a century. “I’ve missed this.” She purred before realizing the words had left her, but not regretting them either. Her hands working at his jeans, wanting as little between the pair as possible right now. “Do you want to make love to me, Damon?” Katherine asked with another purr, speaking low and soft right in her ear.

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bittersalvatore:

“You never know. I may have listened” he lied. Of course he wouldn’t have. He was a strike first, ask questions later sort of guy. He always had been and it was obvious just by the way he kept his guard up around everybody. Of course there were reasons for it, but none that anyone else around them actually knew. His hips ground back against her own and he hummed, desire flooding his eyes and causing his jeans to tighten. 

“As if you ever do.” Katherine teased in return to that lie with a low little chuckle rumbling through her among the other sounds he was getting her to make right now. Once her hands had trailed high enough to reach the collar of his shirt, those same hands were gripping it and tearing it right down the middle. “I don’t think you need that anymore.” A sly growl breathed out as she kissed her way along his shoulder, downwards to nip and nibble at his collar bone.

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bittersalvatore:

“Mhm, you know me so well” he murmured, pulling back with a smirk and wiggling his brows. Of course, torture had been something that Damon specialized in. Even if the idea of tying her down and having his way with her did seem kinky, it wouldn’t be if she did betray him. He’d been through enough to know how to really bring someone pain if he needed to. The moment he felt her hands against his skin, he let out a low growl and caught her lower lip between his teeth. His hands moved up her slender legs, up the rest of her body. Tugging down the strap of her shirt, he dipped his head to press a kiss to her shoulder. “Now if only you had started your visit off with this. You wouldn’t have wasted so much time…and energy.”

“Better than anyone else.” Katherine pointed out. But then again the same could be said when it came to just how much Damon knew about her. No one else had gotten under her skin like he had, nor had they discovered the depths in such a way. Not like that was ever something to oh-so-easy to admit. She moaned at the touch of his lips to her skin, laughing low at his words. “Because you’d have totally gone for that. Honey, you’d have staked me for sure.” She teased in a low tone as legs tugged him closer so that lower half could grind against his own while hands ventured further up along his chest beneath his shirt.

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sluggernegan:

      “Of course, sweet cheeks. Easy on you. Because I am a stand up guy, and I love women. Every shape and size, I appreciate the beauty of women,” he commented. He watched her laugh as pushed his tongue between his teeth. “Oh, look at this fucking badass. You are such a fucking badass! What a sight. I love a woman who knows what the fuck she is doing and what she wants,” he chuckled. “Listen, I don’t mean any trouble. I’m just passing through,” he bent down closer to her. “Besides, I’m the winning team right now. I can make your life a whole lot more pleasurable.”

    Katherine was half tempted to play the victim here, to act like what he was doing might actually be intimidating. Yet if his men had learned anything by invading her camp - she was anything but someone that could be scared so easily. “Winning team? Sweet cheeks, I’m quite sure the blood from at least two of your guys is staining my nails when I ripped in to their chest. I’m the winning team here.” Cocky is as cocky does, she could match stubborn ego with the best of them. But then again he was just asking for her attitude, with the way he was strutting about and invading her personal space. “-- now I’d back the hell up, before that’s exactly what rains down on you.” 

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bittersalvatore:

She could have still very well of been lying. Of course he wasn’t sure if she actually was, but he really enjoyed the thought of it being real for once. “Well if it was, I’ll be doing a hell of a lot more than stabbing you” he murmured against her lips. His hands had found her waist, tugging her close as he wrapped his arms around her. To think of the hell he was going to get from this from everyone and yet, he couldn’t find it in him to care. Capturing her lips again, he picked her up and set her down on the edge of the pool table. If this was real, then he may have just been made the happiest man he could ever be.  

“Mmm, goin’ to tie me up and torture me?” Katherine purred in a sultry yet still playful tone as she chuckled softly. Turning a rather violent possibility in to something more kinky because that’s just how she replied to things. Not to mention it sounded way more entertaining than the negative aspect. THe woman wasn’t even thinking about the others in this town, in his little circle of friends. They’d hate it, she knew that. And it didn’t matter, what mattered was Damon and what she wanted for them. The minute she was set on the table she wrapped her legs around his waist, hands slipping beneath his shirt as she deepened the kiss with a low wanton growl.

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bloodybxt:

(Katherine)

“Now?Arent you just a doll – what your name?Wait how fucking rude of me – hi im Negan!”

    “ First of all, call me doll again and I’m breaking your hand. Secondly - I'm Katherine. And what kind of name is Negan? “

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broodingmystery:

Derek let out a low laugh and looked over at her. He smiled and let out a pleased humming noise. “You keep eating all this meat then he or she will be a worse carnivore than me.” He teased and went back to making the pizza. He raised a brow slightly and shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure. I mean this is the first time I’ve heard of a vampire getting pregnant by a werewolf. So I wouldn’t be surprised if he or she turned out to be a hybrid. Which I am not hoping for by the way.” 

“Hey, I’ve got needs okay.” Katherine laughed some more. If it wasn’t blood she was craving than it was meat, lots and lots of the juicy protein as she could get. And luckily enough Derek was more than willing to cater to these needs. Each and every one of them. “Why wouldn’t you want a hybrid? I mean well, Klaus has made an oh so wonderful example of what it means to be one.” Sarcasm. So much of it. But yeah.. having a hybrid would just draw the kind of attention she really didn’t want for them or their kid. Being pregnant alone was a beacon for trouble.

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— Thank God.