OOC: 

SO IN LESS THAN TWO OR THREE HOURS, I will be packing final stuff because I will be leaving to the airport in exactly three hours. Hopefully, I’ll arrive safely. And I’ll try to check in when I do, as soon as I get hold of a connection :) So wish me a safe trip guys! I LOVE YOU ♥ #justincaseIdie

If I survive, my activity will be effy. Just putting it out there <3 

Fifty Shades of Salvatore || Daggie {Damon+Margaret} 

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With the reactions that he was getting out of her it simply made him more determined to continue with the plans he had in store for the pair of them that night. He watched as she pressed herself further against the wall and made eye contact with her for a moment, almost challenging her to take a step away from the wall. However, he quickly made it impossible for her to move anywhere as he rested most of his weight against her, keeping her positioned between him and the wall making her virtually incapable of moving an inch. He felt the small movement of her stretching on her tiptoes and he smirked to himself before he dug his teeth into the skin of her neck before sharply pulling away from her. Damon moved slightly away from her, keeping one hand pressed in the middle of her back so she couldn’t move away from the wall. He heard her question but decided to ignore it and instead her quickly turned her around so her cuffed hands hit the wall. His eyes grazed over her features, stopping at the neckline of her shirt for a moment before glancing back up into her eyes, the faintest of smirks threatening to curl his lips upward but he avoided it and instead pulled them further into a frown as his ungloved hand slowly traced her collarbone before taking the neckline of her shirt, pulling it away from her body slowly and then yanking it. The smirk pulling across his lips as he heard the fabric make a satisfying ripping sound as was yanked from her body and into his hand. “My bad” he muttered, his eyes narrowing slightly as he dropped the destroyed fabric onto the wooden floor. 

Damon moved forward once again, his head tilting to the side in an almost menacing way before he lightly let his gloved hand trace across her bare stomach, his eyes watching as her skin sizzled under his contact. He let his sapphire orbs shoot up to watch her expression for a moment before he stopped his movements all together and let the glove fall from his hand and onto the floor next to her mangled shirt. “I have a surprise for you” he stated and let his gaze rest on her face before they wandered over to the black bag that sat on the couch. “You can go look if you want to” he offered. Damon paused for a moment before pulling her from the wall sharply and almost dragging her to the couch with him. He stopped in front of the couch and opened the bag to display its contents to her. Wooden stakes, a jar of Vervain, rope, another pair of handcuffs. His eyes slowly trailed back up to her face. “Looks like we’re gonna have a busy night” he stated, his eyes widening a bit as his eyebrows raised upward slowly.

Margaret’s head turned sideways, and her eyes caught the carnal gaze that possessed Damon’s piercing sapphires, looking now even more ominous than she had ever seen them before. The fear that should have froze her in place actually turned her on, exciting her till no end before finally the intense gaze was broken. She tried to stretch away from him, but his teeth dug into her neck, and Margaret yelped softly, retreating back onto her feet as he pulled away. He was vastly much stronger than she was; he obviously had unleashed his instinct out on some poor human in one of the other towns. Margaret was bound to kill one day, she knew it, but her mind couldn’t be possibly be deliberating this. Not in the situation she was currently stuck in, or more likely slithered within. The question that left her lips was really a rhetorical question, she knew exactly what he was doing. She knew the moment she felt those shackles entrap her wrists within their malleable ringlets. “You know I can break those if I want to.” Margaret mumbled in a low tone, her eyes shut for a minute, trying to hold back the anxiety that surged within her. As a human, she may have been consumed with worry or fear or complete excitement, but as a vampire, every heightened emotion that surged through her undead was fairly sexual. Snatched out of her thoughts, Margaret felt her back slam against the wall again, now with her hands cuffed behind her back, she couldn’t stand straight against the wall - instead, her body arced off it slightly as her head remained pressed back.

His eyes studied her body in a way that would want her to either cover it up it show it off. And that current moment, Margaret just wanted every piece of stitched garment on her body ripped off. When her gaze met Damon’s, she saw his brows pull into a frown. Uh-oh, Margaret, you’re in trouble. Her inner goddess taunted playfully, and she couldn’t help but stay held within the intense gaze, not really following the movements of his hand until it touched her collar bone. But dare she not to look down. Margaret took in another deep unnecessary breath, her chest’s movements only increasing as his hand moved against her skin. Finally, his fingers settled over the fabric, curled around it, and yanked. As if Damon was reading her mind really, her shirt was ripped off her body, leaving her in aroused, in haze, and only clad in a lace bra. Well, Margaret had expected Damon to be home anytime now. She didn’t exactly expect this. She almost chuckled at his insincere apology, but she simply didn’t, still held within the control of his menacing gaze.

Margaret wanted to press herself back further into the wall as Damon moved closer, his head tilting sideways in an almost innocent manner, but she new the simple head tilt had filthy hidden intentions behind it. Then came the unexpected burn against the skin of her stomach, and Margaret couldn’t help but shriek as she heard the sizzle of her skin dissolving beneath the simple touch of the poisoned glove. Margaret squeezed her eyes shut, her body willing to press away from the burn yet not doing it. Suddenly it was all gone and she risked opening her eyes, tilting her head as he dropped the glove, and his eyes found her face again. Margaret swallowed at the word surprise, and her haze travel to the bag rested onto the armchair. Before she even knew it, Damon grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the armchair, no no, he dragged her towards the armchair. After releasing his grip on her, he opened the bag and left it to her display. She sucked in a soft breath. The bag was a vampire’s worst nightmare….or wildest sex dream. She couldn’t help but let the pleasurable whimper leave her lips as her eyes traveled back up to his face. Margaret deliberated moving towards him, but that wasn’t even her wisest thought at the current moment. But she dared and did it, “And whomever said I gave my consent..” She deliberately purred softly, knowing that she was pushing her luck, but her gaze never left his, taunting and provoking him. Of course she agreed, she just wanted to play along, even if she probably wasn’t allowed to.

Dammit! 

mina-forbes:

I hate him.

What happened?

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[text]: I have no idea….We need some normal again. Hey, gimme a few, gotta do some chores, okay?

[text]: This is getting more complicated by the second.

[text]: Wait, wait, wait! Hold back. Caroline loves him?!

[text]: Well, at least I know someone knows how I feel most of the time..Look, it’s gonna be fine eventually. I know I said that before and, well, it wasn’t exactly fine for me, but it will be fine.