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Generations of Magic

I saw Jasmine Guy did a photoshoot when she was in Covington, Ga inspired by Sheila. I couldn’t help by parallel those photos with Bonnie.

Honorable mention: Kat’s vogue photo. She looks like a witch recharging in nature. Love how fluid she is.

And nothing for Abby. Sorry, couldn’t help myself here.

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love calling randy “big strong man randy” because he’s at his physically most massive and imposing and yet softest ever. this face run is so funny, he’s huge, he’s respected, regarded as a mythic legend maybe more than ever, and he’s been out here eating nutella, saying i love you openly and repeatedly, kicking dudes in prime costumes, making rock bottom jokes, emoting with open joy, being serenaded by crowds all over the world, hitting the joe hendry pose at his 20th mania. still lethal, still scary af when he makes threats, still walking around in trunks everywhere like he's always ready to throw down at any second. truly big strong man randy but happy and playful and kicking his feet all silly like he's not a whole tank of a man. a whole unit. love him

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hi!! saw that the requests were open and wanted to put on in if you don't mind! may i request egyptian themed dividers in pastel if possible? just smth simple but cute! feel free to reject it if you don't feel like doing it <3

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hello! I recolored my recent set in pastel shades for you! I hope you like them! 💖

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Unholy Contract

After a difficult appointment, tensions rise between a witch and the vampire king she should never have trusted. A contract meant to be simple turns complicated fast. In this AU, Bonnie becomes Klaus Mikaelson’s surrogate. Every king needs an heir.

The drive back from the witch doctor was quiet, but it wasn't peaceful. Bonnie sat stiffly in the passenger seat, arms crossed, eyes fixed on the passing streets. Klaus drove with one hand on the wheel, the other flexing now and then.

The air inside the car was thick, tension radiating off Bonnie like heat from the Louisiana pavement.

The witch doctor had warned them. A magical pregnancy like this needed support. Bonnie could not go through it alone. She needed Klaus, whether she liked it or not.

She didn’t. Not even a little. They had agreed on distance. Boundaries. But now, Klaus was looking more smug than concerned.

Bonnie finally broke the silence.

“Why did I get you of all men?”

Klaus chuckled, dark and unbothered. “Who else would you be with?”

“I had other options.”

“And I would kill them all.”

She turned her head slowly. “Don’t tell me you’re the jealous type.”

“It isn’t jealousy. It’s compassion.”

Bonnie scoffed. “That’s what we’re calling it now? I’m just supposed to carry your child.”

“Our children,” he corrected, voice softening, “will be made from love.”

“I tried to kill you.”

“And it was very attractive.”

She blinked. “You’re unhinged.”

“I’m passionate.”

“I’m going to escape after the child is born.”

“You are not that type of woman.”

“You don’t know me at all. I won’t be fated to you forever.”

“It won’t feel like death.”

“It will feel like imprisonment.”

“Then enjoy your luxury prison.”

“Luxury? It’s tacky.”

Klaus stared at her, amused. “What can I do to make you feel at home?”

“Oh please. Like you honor any of my requests.”

“I chose you. I am king.”

“You won’t abandon the rules. They’ll say you’re unfit.”

“The rules bend to me. I don’t bend to them.”

“You don’t need to wield your power to make me happy.”

“Then what would?”

Her voice dropped. “Stop pretending you want a wife.”

“I don’t want a wallflower who’s scared of me.”

“And I don’t want to be in a contractual marriage with a monster.”

“You will love me. I will break you.”

Bonnie leaned back, eyes hard. “Do you even know what love is?”

“Love has a different definition to every man. My love is consuming.”

“What if I don’t want to be consumed?”

He smiled weakly. “Too late. It’s already begun.”

The car pulled up to the iron gates of the Abattoir. Neither of them moved.

Bonnie glanced at him, her voice quiet but unwavering. “I still want my home furnished and complete.”

“Our bedroom is complete.”

“No. I requested an apartment to myself, with occasional visits.”

“Your home will always be with me.”

“What about freedom? What about privacy?”

“There’s no reason to be free from the father of your child.”

“My contract said I’d get my own place after the baby.”

“Contracts change. I am the king. You must stay close to be safe.”

“Safe? I can protect myself. You’re already changing the deal.”

“Bonnie, staying with me is to be safe. You agreed to that.”

“Anyone else would have honored this.”

“And they would have been fools to let you slip through their fingers.”

The moment hung between them, electric and dangerous.

Bonnie quickly opened the door and stepped out. “You are the most infuriating man I’ve ever met.”

Klaus looked over, that devilish smile tugging at his mouth. “And yet, you’re still here.”

“I’m here because I’m contractually obligated.”

He leaned toward her, voice low and husky. “Is that the only reason?”

She paused, smirking. “Ask me again when I’m not pregnant and full of hormones.”

Klaus watched her ascend the steps with a hunger he didn’t bother to hide. “You’ll miss me before I miss you,” he called.

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After School Special

This is for my good sis @thetribalqueen I hope this is a great start to your summer vacation!!! 🤭

Teacher x teacher, fingering, groping, older man. 🔞No minors 🔞 (may have some mistakes. I sowwy)

Tests. Done. Paperwork filed. Classroom clean. You were going through your checklist as you wrapped up the end of the school year. You had been counting down the days until that bell rang for summer vacation, and while you loved your babies, you needed a mental break. As you gather up your belongings, you start to make your way out of your classroom and down the hall when you pass by the coaches' room. You see Coach Blank reviewing some footage right before summer practices were supposed to start, and as you walk by, you hear him call your name, making you stop in your tracks.

Slowly, turning around, you make your way back to the open door, and you see what he wanted.

“Did you call me?” You ask in a question. Why would the football coach be calling your name?

“I did. I wanted to get an outside opinion on next season's jerseys. Particularly a woman’s eye.” He says with a smile.

And boy, how that smile had your stomach flipping. When he smiled, you noticed the crinkle of feet around his eyes and how his smile lines deepened. As he talked, your eyes focused on his salt-and-pepper hair and beard. How you wished you could grab either. Coming out of your trance, you say ok to looking over the designs. Walking around his desk to see the sketches and standing right next to him. His cologne drifting into your senses makes you slightly stumble into his shoulder. Putting a hand on the small of your back to help you, he asks, “You ok?” As you regain your balance. “Yes, I just had a moment. I’m good.” You responded with a quick nod. As you go back to looking at the sketches, you feel his eyes still on you, and you feel them trailing up and down your body. You feel yourself grow hot as you notice his hand is still on the small of your back, and he slowly starts to make circles. Period. You tell him which designs you like the best, but ultimately, being the coach, you say he has the final say.

As he backs up from his desk, you feel his arm circle around your waist and abruptly pull you so you’re sitting in his lap. Once you make contact, your whole body goes stiff, and you feel his hands on the top of your thighs. Your breath starts to get shallow and quick as you feel his breath on the back of your neck. “I’ve been watching you, you know. Seeing you up and down the hall, seeing the quick glances you give me. Seeing how whenever I get close, your breathing changes to quick little huffs, do I make you nervous?” You could hear the smirk in his voice. He was enjoying having you react this way to him. As you try to get up, he holds you down and pulls you until your back meets his chest. It’s now that you become aware of the dress you decided to put on this morning due to the summer heat in Texas. You slowly start to feel his hands creep up your thighs, pushing the dress higher and higher until he gets to the part where you want the most. He stops just at the edge of your panties, the thong you decided to wear today without saying anything but silently asking you to go forward. You can’t do anything, but not as your voice is clearly not working. He slowly drags a finger up and down the fabric covering your center, making you wetter and creating a wet spot. With a nod of permission, you feel him pull your panties to the side as he drags his middle finger down to collect your wetness and slowly circles your clit. Your body jolts from the pleasure. You feel his other hand wrap around your neck, gently squeezing. Both sensations make your mind and body turn to mush. You try to keep your moans down as you don't know who else is still in the building, but the pleasure just feels too good.

“I’ve thought of you like this, you know. Moaning from the things I would do to you. Having you moan my name. Could you do that for me? Moan my name, princess.” He grunts as he slowly pushes a finger in you. You moan out a breathy “fuck,” and you feel him stretch you. Your wetness is aiding him to slip in and out. Still not satisfied, he adds another finger, this time curling it to hit that perfect spot. Once he started to hit that spot, his name fell from your lips like a prayer. He started to go faster and faster, your wetness dripping down and coating his pants. You feel yourself getting close, and your body locks before your orgasm rocks through you. Cursing, you grab his wrist to try to stop him, but he keeps going till you’re shaking in his lap.

As you come down from your high, you feel him slowly pull his fingers out, not before circling your clit with your cum and pulling your panties back in place. You slowly rise from his lap and turn around to face him. Without a second thought, he pulls you in for a burning kiss. Deep and passionate. As you pull back, you stand at your height, looking at him leaning back in his chair. You notice the slight wet spot on his pants, and you feel your cheeks heat up. He stands and kisses you again before you both start to walk towards the door. Before you leave, he says, “Thank you for your time and input. I’ll definitely take your critiques into consideration.” He winks and starts to walk away down the other end of the hallway. As you make your way to your car, you can’t help but smile and think what a good way to start your summer vacation!

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Coming Soon…

Both Ain’t Shit- smoke vers.

Stack Moore x Black Reader

Genre: Smut with plot

Summary: You and Smoke have been having a little fling for a while now. But Smoke goes too far. And now it’s time to show him you can play the game just as well as him, and remind him who he’s dealing with.

Teaser:

Because even when he’s out chasing whatever new girl that caught his eye, he still ends up in my bed. He might go ghost for a day or two, but he always shows back up with that same sorry ass smirk like he ain’t been doing me wrong. But I know I mean something to him because I’m the one he slips up and calls when he’s drunk, the one he trusts with his silence, his stress, his secrets. I’m not stupid—I know I’m not the only one he touches, but I’m the only one that sees Elijah Moore. They might get Smoke, but I get both. And maybe that makes me just as dumb as them, but at least I’m the one he always runs back to. Even if he pretends like he’s just passing through.

 I don’t return the energy—not 'cause I’m loyal, but 'cause none of them other dudes make me feel what Smoke do. They don’t got that pull. They don’t got that calm but dangerous aura that make your knees weak and pride nonexistent. And I hate that. I hate that I crave the same man that got me second-guessing my worth, but still got the power to fuck me like I’m the only woman in the world. They couldn’t handle me anyway—not like he can. So I let him think he winning… while I lose my damn mind behind closed doors.

Another little tease because i like y’all 😚:

“You wasn’t gon’ fuck him.”

“Wanna bet?”

He snatched the glass from my hand, set it down rough, stepped between my knees.

“Say that shit again.”

I looked up, lips parted. “I was gon’ let him taste every inch of me… then let him sleep right where you do.”

His hand was around my throat in a flash—tight, hot, possessive.

“You gon’ let another man lay where I sleep?” he growled.

I smiled, breath hitching. “I was gon’ let him do more than that.”

~ ayeee #badbitchy/n i’m still working on this fic but i hope yall like it when it come out!

~sola 💫

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Interviewer: "What was like the toughest day on set, would you say?" Ryan (to MBJ): "Twin day. Your last twin day. The cigarette pass. [It was] 120 [degrees], I think." Michael: "Yeah, that was intense. Multiple takes, not a lot of movement so you're standing still in the heat."

MICHAEL B. JORDAN as THE SMOKESTACK TWINS -> Behind the Scenes Composite Shot Featurette Sinners (2025) dir. Ryan Coogler

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michael b. jordan behind the scenes as elias “stack” moore in SINNERS (2025)

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𝕊𝕥𝕖𝕒𝕞 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕊𝕜𝕚𝕟

Summary: showers and curiosity leads to a steamy encounter 😏

NSFW, choking, cum, voyeurism. 🔞MDNI🔞

Randy Orton x black!reader🤎

Being the new manicurist for WWE definitely was a dream job! Doing what you loved while being in an environment you loved was a dream come true. Showcasing your art and having your favorite superstars love it was everything. You had just finished Rhea Ripley’s newest set for her Australia press tour and you were waiting on your next appointment; which just happened to be your crush and favorite superstar Randy Orton. You did both men and women of the WWE. When you first did a male superstars manicure it was the talk of the locker room because of how clean they looked. Cause what woman doesn’t like nice hands!

As Rhea left to catch her flight and you began to clean up for the viper you get a knock on the door and it’s creative telling you that unfortunately Randy had a last minute meeting for his backlash match with John Cena so he has to reschedule. Feeling bummed cause you really wanted some one on one time with him, you say ok and continue cleaning. After everything is cleaned and put away in your travel bags you head to the locker room to get a quick shower before getting on the road.

You make your way in and you hear that someone is already there by the sound of the shower running. You call a quick “hello” but no answer. You should’ve turned around and went to the other one but your curiosity got the best of you. You slowly make your way to the open showers and slowly peek around the corner. To your surprise you see a naked and wet Randy. He’s sitting on a ledge in the massive open shower, thick tan thighs spread, drenched with the spray from the water. So busy and focused on watching the water drip down his tan toned body you don’t fully catch what he’s doing til you hear your name being moaned.

You watch as his big hands wrap around his thick cock, slowly stroking and squeezing. He was perfect. About 6 inches and slightly thick. His thick thighs wet from the spray of the water and slightly shaking from the pleasure he’s giving himself. You couldn’t believe that he was thinking of you during a time like this. You yourself have thought of him multiple times when you brought out your rose. Your name falls again from his lips and you decide to make your presence known.

You startle him when you say his name. His freezes and looks at you, secretly wishing he could've finished until he nutted all over the towel on the floor. You look at him, you walk over to him and you tell him, "I can help you with that." Your locs already in two spaceballs, you drop down to your knees, never losing eye contact with Randy. His breath hitches as he anticipates your touch. You grab his pulsating cock and wrap your lips around the head. "Fuck" he says almost out of breath. Never breaking eye contact you kiss the red tip causing a bead of precum to ooze out which you quickly lick up.

“I heard my name, where you thinking about me?” You ask with a smirk knowing he can’t deny it. Unable to speak he nods his head, breathing heavily. You smile and release a small giggle. Your crush was jerking off and thinking about you! You open your mouth to take him in. You try to take him in as much as you can, him slightly hitting the back of your throat making you gag slightly. You feel his large hand come to cup the back of your head, urging you to take him deeper.

“Relax that throat for me baby. I know you can take me deeper. And keep your eyes on me.” He says in a strained low voice.

Breathing through your nose you relax your throat and take him deeper, him hitting the back of your throat making your choke. You have tears slightly falling and he pulls your head back. Spit connecting from his dick to your mouth. He lets you catch your breath before repeating the action again. Now he’s fully fucking your throat and your hands are planted on his massive thighs as balance. He starts to speed up and you feel him twitch in your throat. He pushes deep, your nose touching his lower stomach as he cums down your throat. Pulling out you don’t immediately swallow. You open you mouth to show him his work then you swallow with a smile on your face.

Looking up at him he’s breathing heavily, looking down at you with a fresh orgasm smile. Pulling you up he brings you on his lap and kisses you deep. Tasting himself on your tongue. Breaking the kiss he pulls back and apologizes for missing his appointment he had with you. Giggling you say, “well this totally makes up for it. I won’t charge you a late fee.” That earns a boisterous laugh as he picks you up so you both can get a quick shower before getting on the road.

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Hi y’all Happy Klonnie Week. Here to offer an excerpt of a short-fic: Ayana’s Game for Forced Proximity.

“Mother, you’ve been watching over them for centuries. Please, let this go!” Yara snapped, watching her mother perform their shared craft. “The Mikaelsons aren’t one of us anymore.”

Ayana refused to listen as prepped her magic. She couldn’t see them as monsters; she viewed them as a product of a plague she warned Esther about many years ago. When Esther was dying, promised that their bloodlines would be united again. This feuding wasn’t supposed to happen. They were family once.

“Bonnie, will never forgive you for this,” Yara declared, her voice laced with disdain.

“You do not know what the future holds, child,” Ayana said, shrugging her shoulders. Her spell was done and the two most powerful of both bloodlines would soon awake to their newer circumstances.

***

Klaus felt a lack of warmth from his werewolf internally, yet he experienced a fiery electric charge pulsing through his veins. The room had a peculiar scent of jasmine from the incense, along with the citrus aroma of candles that had been lit. Unless Rebekah was making another visit, everything was out of place. As he opened his eyes, he noticed an evergreen ceiling, organized books and magazines, floral scented perfumes neatly arranged on a wooden dresser, and everything around him felt foreign.

Klaus sat up and patted himself down, and there—he felt the softness of breasts that compelled Klaus to kick those pink sheets off his body. He quickly stepped to the full-length mirror, feeling both horror and intrigue. What angered witch did he sleep with this time?

He wore the body of Bonnie Bennett. Who he quickly presumed had his body. Klaus turned in the mirror admiring the witch’s curves in her shorts and tank-top. That only lasted a second before the loud-banging proceeded from downstairs. Klaus eased down the stairs towards the front door. He intentionally overlooked his own physique at the door to observe Bonnie’s personal belongings: photos with her dad, her grandmother, the cheerleading, swimming and competitive track and field trophies.

“OPEN THIS DAMN DOOR!” Bonnie yelled, pounding on the front door. Bonnie had Klaus’ hands balled into tight fists. If she got any angrier she’d be stuck with his fangs, dark veins and those intense amber eyes. All signs of his inner beast. His true ally in life.

“I have neighbors,” Klaus exclaimed as he dramatically placed her hand over her chest. “Do you mind keeping your voice down?”

“Invite me in, now,” Bonnie gritted, squinting those blue eyes. She sighed in relief when the barrier was broken. “I don’t sleep that heavy! Why didn’t you wake up?”

“This is the first time I have not had supernatural hearing in a millennium,” Klaus said, lifting a curl on Bonnie’s hair showing off her ears. “You have all my greatest assets.”

“Greatest assets?” Bonnie mocked in disbelief. She remembers the facial she did from the night before, studying and resting. Waking up in the Mikaelson home and rushing to leave was a hassle with these new powers. “I woke up in a man’s body, a new race, species and you had an erection!” she snarled, showing fangs.

“All you had to do was relieve me,” Klaus jokes, cradling his own face. Bonnie still swatted him away. “We are not going to change this by bickering.”

Bonnie sighs, and runs a hand through Klaus’ soft curls. “Can you get my grimoire? It’s under my dresser. Spelled so no one can touch it.”

Bonnie plopped down on her couch waiting for Klaus to return. Klaus wasn’t gone long enough to gather possible theories about this strange situation.

“Who knew little Bonnie Bennett owned lacy red panties?” Klaus teased, holding up the panties next to the grimoire.

“Stay out of my dresser, Klaus.” Bonnie snapped.

Klaus sat down on the couch with Bonnie throwing her panties at her before laying the grimoire out.

“We are in this together,little-not-so-witch.” Klaus said, opening the pages beginning to look for a spell about split souls.

“I will teach you how to be me,” Bonnie offers, leaning closer to Klaus. “If you teach me to be you.”

“We can start your hybrid lessons after we find some answers,” Klaus said, wrapping Bonnie’s arm around his body.

“No one can know about this, Klaus.” Bonnie demanded, tapping her fingers on the coffee table.

“Fine by me,” Klaus replied, turning the pages of the grimoire back and forth. “I can’t be killed, but I can be captured.”

“We are in this together,” Bonnie promised, “I want my body back just as it was.”

“You will get nothing less than that,” Klaus said, looking into Bonnie’s, no his eyes. “Cross me and I will ruin you.”

“Threats won’t work on me, Hybrid.”

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Love Language - Elijah Mikaelson

Acts of Service

Elijah would handle problems before you even knew they existed. 

If you much mention that someone is bothering you, he's arranging a “peaceful” resolution. 

He will make time for you no matter what. 

Even in the middle of the chaos that is his family and the people that mess with them, he would still make time to check in with you. 

“You’ve been on my mind. Are you alright?” 

He doesn’t just listen, he follows through. You're telling him how stressed you are? He’s already drawing you a hot bath. 

He’s extremely observant. You admire a necklace in a store window? It will show up on your dresser in a little velvet box, placed perfectly. 

You say your coat is old? There will be a custom wool coat in your size, tailored just for you. 

He’s not flashy, he’s intentional. 

If anything threatens your happiness, he’s already working behind the scenes. 

You will never know the full extent of what he’s doing because he doesn’t need credit, the only thing he needs is for you to be happy and safe. 

He will try his hardest to make your life easier. 

If you’re having a bad week, he doesn’t smother you. He handles things. 

Groceries just “appear” in your kitchen. 

Your car is expertly cleaned and the tank full. 

That moisturizer you don’t have time to replace, already done. 

He does all this to say in his own way, “You will never have to carry the weight alone again.” 

He would be your armor and sanctuary all in one. 

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If Bonnie Bennett ever snapped and turned evil, it would be completely justified and I would support her like my favorite local business.

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Kat Graham believes systemic racism is why Bamon never happened. She is correct.

I saw some of my mutuals and fellow Bonnie fans discuss this video and felt prompted to share this. This panel was on March 15th, 2025. Kat believes Enzo was only chosen for Bonnie because he was not as popular as Damon was (applies for Jeremy as well.) While this conversation is about Bamon this heavily implies her feelings towards Bonnie's other romantic pairings that Kat was interested in that were pitched by her male peers.

Klaus loved witches and Greta Martin was devoted to him (the relationship was sexual) Joseph was aware of Klaus attraction/circle of witches and wanted to work with Kat more than what he gotten. Bonnie was vulnerable from the issues with her friends and parents. Klonnie was pitched and would have made sense with the storylines. Klaus attraction and kinship to witches was retconned and ignored. All done to avoid having Bonnie be with a popular character while using those racist motivations in creating that other Klaus ship that became popular in season 3.

The sad truth is Bonnie was never going to get "the guy" or "the girl" because of racism. Those dynamics and relationships for Bonnie was never going to work not because of who Bonnie was or who the other partner was. But, because of Hollywood/TVD's writing room (Julie, Dries, etc..)weren't going to allow them to work for her. Those writers made exceptions for everyone but couldn't with Bonnie or Kat.

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The mind of Ryan Coogler man!!!!

saw a theory that the SmokeStack twins were posing as one man in Chicago, which helped them get away with stealing from both sides. i'm poised to believe that because visually their clothing was very clearly of the two mobs. smoke was full irish— tweed, bowler hat. while stack had the full mafia look. yk italian leather shoes, fedora etc etc . like the details!!

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“All I ask is to hear my name” bihhhhhhh🤭

A Taste of Trouble

Here's the last little drabble before Klonnie Weekend (starts May 2!). Dinner was supposed to be about negotiations. Bonnie showed up with a plan. Klaus showed up with a different kind of appetite.

The restaurant was empty, candlelight flickering against the polished glass. It should have felt romantic, but Bonnie sat stiff as a board across from Klaus. Her arms were crossed, and she glared at the Original Hybrid before her.

"I'm doing this to help keep my friends safe, not because I like you," she snapped. She accepted his dinner invitation to negotiate a truce, and yet Klaus was more interested in discussing her personal life

Klaus leaned back lazily in his chair, swirling the blood-red wine in his glass. His eyes dragged over her, slowly, appreciatively.

"I think you do like me. Why else would you wear such a dress?" he said.

Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You wanted to talk over dinner. I wanted to dress appropriately."

"Well, I am very impressed," he said, voice low and heavy.

"I didn't wear this to impress you."

"Yes, but I can still appreciate the view."

Bonnie ground her teeth together. "You should focus on your girlfriend." She remembered the foolish Martin witch, Greta, who looked at Klaus like he hung the moon and giggled each time Klaus made eye contact with her.

He waved a dismissive hand. "I already told you she is not my girlfriend. Terms like that mean nothing in the supernatural world."

Bonnie scowled. "Vampires don't have girlfriends or boyfriends?"

"Dating is for humans," Klaus said, leaning forward. "For witches, wolves, and vampires, there are spouses, partners, or mates. And that is why I do not take your relationship seriously."

"That is enough," Bonnie snapped as she closed her fist.

Klaus smirked, unbothered. "Have I hit a nerve? Suggesting you belong with a real man?"

"No, you are..." she spluttered.

"I am what? Making you believe you deserve more?"

Bonnie shook her head frantically. "I can't stay."

"No, please," Klaus said, his voice soft. "All of this is for you."

"This is not a good idea," Bonnie muttered. "And I am not a cheater."

"You would not be thinking of cheating if you did not feel something."

"Goodbye, Klaus," she hissed.

Before she could leave, Klaus blurred forward, snatching her phone off the table. Bonnie gasped, lunging for it, but he was already texting.

"KLAUS!" she shouted.

He raised his brows innocently. "There. You are single."

Her phone buzzed, Jeremy's name flashing across the screen. Why are you breaking up with me? it read.

Bonnie's mouth dropped open. "WHAT DID YOU DO?!"

"Saved you from impending doom," Klaus said, utterly unapologetic.

"Why would you ruin my relationship?" she cried.

"You wanted this," Klaus said with a devilish smile. "Secretly."

"I barely even know you!" Bonnie protested.

"If you want to fix it," Klaus said, tossing the phone onto the table, "call him. Apologize."

"You call him!" she snapped.

Klaus shrugged. "Do you really want me to tell that boy we are having dinner alone?"

Bonnie's eyes lit with fury. "He does not need to know about this."

Too late. Klaus picked up her phone again and dialed.

"Hello, Gilbert," Klaus drawled when Jeremy answered. "You are not good enough for Bonnie. She is moving on. With me. And I can't wait to taste her." Before Jeremy could respond, Klaus hung up and blocked the number.

Bonnie was trembling with fury and something worse, something hotter.

"You are impossible!" she hissed.

Klaus smiled, showing his fangs. "You will thank me later."

Bonnie barely had time to react. One second, she was pissed beyond belief and the next, Klaus had crossed the space between them and crashed his mouth against hers.

It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t sweet. It was raw, greedy, and devastating. His hands gripped her waist, dragging her flush against him. Bonnie gasped into the kiss, and Klaus used the moment to deepen it, his tongue sliding against hers.

Before she knew it, Klaus hoisted her up effortlessly and sat her right on the edge of their table as a couple of empty glasses crashed to the floor. She barely noticed, too overwhelmed by the way his hands roamed her thighs and hips. Klaus kissed her like he was starving and she was the only thing that could satisfy him.

Bonnie was supposed to hate him and walk away like a good little witch. Instead, she found herself wrapping her legs around his waist to close the distance between them.

"You drive me insane," the Bennett witch breathed between kisses.

Klaus just smiled against her mouth.

"And yet, you still can't let me go," he whispered back. “Do you want me to let you go?”

Bonnie should say no, pull herself away from the hybrid but instead something inside of her burned. “No, don’t let me go,”

“Allow me to serve you, little witch.” Klaus purred, lowering down as he squeezed her hips.

“I-I don’t know what I’m supposed to do,” Bonnie said, she gasped at Klaus’s soft kisses on her legs.

“All I ask is to hear my name.”

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