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Archie Andrew - Help me paint?

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Archie Andrews x Reader

Words: 1088

Y/N is going through a rough time with her family and gets to a breaking point. But fortunately Archie’s there to pull her back in and cheer her up. Basically lots of fluff.

A/N:  I know Riverdale only has two episodes at this point but I am already completely obsessed so I though why not write a one shot about it because let ‘s be honest the whole cast is freaking smoking. This is only loosely inspired by the series I doesn’t really follow the real plot. Hope you like it and make sure to let me know if you’d like more of this sort of imagines.

Originally posted by missprongs

Rough, rough is the only word that came to mind when you thought about your life right now. You always told yourself that you could, no, more like you had to handle everything but sometimes even your nerves broke. And unfortunately this was one of those times. Archie had been your rock throughout this whole mess. He was always there to cheer you up, everyday he’d stop by just to ask if you were okay, it was becoming kind of a ritual. But today, today you were really pissed, hell you were fuming. To say there was tension in your household would be an understatement. Everybody walking on their tip toes too scared to say or do the wrong thing that would set off another argument. You had had just about enough of this nonsense, and being the hot headed person you were, you got into an argument with pretty much everyone today. You parents had just gone out to dinner, which by the way was a freaking miracle that they even talked to each other after their constant disputes and your sister/brother had just stormed off after the heated discussion you had indulged her/him in.

Reader’s P.O.V.

I was pacing in my living room trying to get all my rage out when I heard the knock at the door. I opened the door forcefully “What the hell do you want?!” I snapped at the person standing at my doorstep without even looking, figuring it would have been my annoying sibling. When I finally lifted my gaze guilt flushed over me as I realised there was a confused and sorry looking Archie staring back at me with flowers in his hands. “I… I just wanted to check if you were okay… I’m sorry did I do anything-” but I didn’t let him finish as I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him into a much needed kiss. “I’m so sorry babe, I didn’t know it was you. God I’m SO happy you’re here.” You quickly explained leading him inside. He stared looking around the house with a questioning tone “They all left don’t worry.” I answered before he could even ask. I went to sit on the kitchen counter while I watched Archie put the flowers in a vase “I thought these would cheer you up a little, he smiled making me melt, and they’re your favourites, right?” “Aw, hun that so sweet! What would I do without you?” I laughed “You’d be a total train wreck” he smirked walking towards me. I wrapped my legs and arms around him and looked at him daringly “See now that’s mean” I pouted. He just gave me a cheeky grin leaning in to kiss me passionately. “So what d’you wanna do tonight?” I asked my forehead still resting on his. “Don’t really know, would you like to watch something?” he kissed my forehead since he was about to break out of the hug but I held him back “Eh… not really I mean we’re already seen everything.” He nodded “Well maybe if you’d let me go I could find something for us to do?” he smiled “But I don’t want to. Could we just stay like this?” I asked seriously starting to consider it. “Unfortunately no” he laughed.

Originally posted by cutie---kisses

Archie’s P.O.V.

I practically saw the lightbulb turn on over her head “Oh I know we should finally paint my room, I mean everything is ready but I have just been putting it off for the past week. But since you’re here now…” she grinned. Gosh she was adorable. “Yeah sure that could be fun.” I simply replied taking her hand to go upstairs “I should warn you though, there is a strict policy of only shirtless men allowed to paint in my bedroom.” she smirked “Is that so? And what about you then huh? How’s that fair?” I laughed and shook my head “My bedroom, my rules Andrews.” her smile grew even wider and I couldn’t help but stare at her beauty. “I’ll quickly change and we can get started” she yelled already half way in her closet.

Originally posted by songsoftheheartless

Readers P.O.V.

I opted for my old cute denim overall and my Calvin Klein sports bra just to tease him a little. As I walked out of the closet he was mixing the paint. He was already shirtless and even though I had already had the chance to admire his abs, my breath was taken away every time I saw him without his shirt. He turned to me to say something but his jaw dropped seeing me. “Please don’t drool on my carpet” I joked. He quickly brushed it off and stood up to put his hands on my waist. “You can pull off anything can’t you” he smiled “yeah basically” I laughed throwing my hair into a quick ponytail. He tried to kiss me but I dodged him “Ah Ah Ah you got to earn it this time.” I pointed at the empty walls. He pouted a little but quickly got back to his energetic self “Let’s get to work then.” We were about halfway done when suddenly he came up to me from behind and wiped his paint full finger on my neck and cheeks “Oh it’s on!” I yelled chasing him with the brush. I managed to paint several strokes on him before he dipped his fingers in the paint and started chasing me around the room.

Originally posted by youtubersandothers

Archie’s P.O.V.

“Oh God look at the mess we’ve made!” she said almost horrified by the realisation. “Don’t worry we’ll clean it up and look at the bright side at least your walls are finally done.” I sat down on the floor admiring the work we had just accomplished. “Yeah I guess so, and it was pretty fun wasn’t it?” she let out a small laugh as she laid down in my lap. “Yeah totally, I hadn’t laughed this much in so long!” I looked down at her and for a moment we just looked at each other in the most comforting silence. She was the first one to break it “Hey Archie?” she looked deep into my eyes. “Wassup?” I asked stroking her hair. It took her a minute to respond “Thank you… I mean thank you for everything. For being there when I need you and basically just for being you.” She opened up to me. “Anytime. You know I love you right?” this brought the biggest smile on her lips “Yeah I do and I love you too”.

Little Bean

Part of my Baby Winchester series this is part 2. Read Part 1 here.

Pairing - Dean X Reader. 

Summary - This is part 2 for my new series of baby winchester. I hope you like it! Part 3 will be coming soon!

About - A one night stand with Dean leads to pregnancy for the reader.  

Warnings - Fluff, Swearing. 

Hours after you told Dean he was going to be a father he was already acting different around you, more careful, caring. This put you on edge, thinking of everything he could be worrying and stressing about.
Finding him sat on his laptop looking at an ebook of baby facts and pregnancy how to books made you smile a little.

Keep reading

Turn in Events - part 3, the finale

Read part 1 here!

Read part 2 here!!

Masterlist!

Plot: After Y/N’s attempts to get answers from Theo, you decide to take control of the situation.

Pairing: Theo X reader

Word count: 2527

Warnings: gif isn’t mine! Includes swearing, heated kissing, italics are the readers thoughts. Sorry if I missed anything!

Authors note: the last two parts of my series is in my masterlist if you haven’t read them!
Well I can’t believe that this is already the third part of Turn In Events! I hope you all have enjoyed the ride. Feedback is always appreciated x


After everything that was said and done by Theo, you are determined more than ever to prove to yourself and him that it wasn’t a dare. It was real and he meant every touch, every kiss. You want to take control of the situation, no. You need to take control of it.

Getting ready, you curl your hair to give yourself sexy beach waves. Your skin is glowing and your eyeshadow is smokey but subtle. Just enough to make them pop. You opt for a nude/ pink lipstick for a natural look.

You stare at yourself in the mirror. Admiring how hot you look, if you say so yourself. You choose to wear a white delicate tank top, low cut. Something you’d never choose but that changes with what is going on. Lydia bought it for your birthday so it must be stylish. You pair it with black skinny jeans that has a rip on your left thigh and a rip on your right knee. To compliment it even further, you wear black boots that have a small heel. Wanting to stand out a bit but not too much.

Just before leaving the house, you grab your trusty burgundy leather jacket to finish your look. Let’s do this. You thought. Pointing at yourself in the mirror, you whisper.
“Be confident, play smart and watch Theo swoon over you” You smirk and lock your door.

Walking to the school door, you slam it open. People look up to see where the loud noise came from, to find you walking down the halls. Your confidence surging through your body. Even by being Lydia Martin’s best friend, you rarely get noticed at school so you were loving the attention. That’s when you see him. Putting books in his locker, he turns to the sound of heels hitting the floor. His eyes find the pair of heels and slowly travel up your body, taking each part in. He looks away just before reaching your face, he pauses with a book in his hand. Turning round he meets your eyes, his eyes widen slightly. His expression shows every sign of being surprised, as if he wouldn’t have taken you to dress like this or to even pull it off. You see him side smile as he presses his hands against his locker door, closing it. Y/N you’ve definitely pulled this look off!! Get Theo to notice you… Check! You mentally put a tick next to your first bullet point of your checklist. Carrying on down the hall, you take a bigger step than intended and stumble slightly. You pause, praying he doesn’t see it but his low chuckle tells you different. You huff and shout “Fuck!” Loud enough for him to look your way, you quickly exit the hall. Maybe don’t try so hard next time Y/N.

After your second lesson, you walk to the library where Lydia and Malia are waiting for you. You’re just about to push the library door open when you see Theo leave a classroom two doors away from you. He hovers by the door, oblivious that you’re stood not too far from him.

Next step… show him what he’s missing. You make sure no one is looking straight at you as you throw your bag and books to the floor with a loud thud. Pens roll out of your bag and your phone comes clattering to the ground. Shit, didn’t think that part through. You walk forward to reach your items and you kneel to the floor. You reach for your bag and look up slightly to see Theo’s trainers are facing your direction. This is your chance. You hang your bag over your shoulder, stand up and bend down to collect all your belongings. You ensure your ass is pointed in the air and your loose top rides up ever so slightly. Exposing the small of your back.

Just as you stand up, facing Theo’s direction, Theo turns his head away from you quickly. He hooks his hand around one strap on his backpack and walks away. Tick! Second part of the checklist done! C'mon Theo this is way too easy for me. You smirk, turning to the library to join your friends for your daily catch up.

Two hours later and everyone in the classroom is concentrating hard for their test. Which is worth 20% of your final grade at the end of the year! As you turn the page over, you notice that this is your last set of questions … You’ve nearly made it Y/N, just a few more.

That’s when you hear the lacrosse team running in the halls, jumping off the lockers and hitting them. You roll your eyes, trying to concentrate on your test. It doesn’t work as all you can hear is the team chanting their victory. The whole class runs out of the room joining the team - regardless of the teacher trying to stop them. The captain Rick is on some guy’s shoulders and you laugh at the sight. As they carry on chanting, other classes escape their lessons and clap along to their chants. You see Theo leaning against the lockers, with crossed arms, smiling. Something you don’t see much on him but he honestly suits it.

You start walking alongside the lacrosse team with your classmates, cheering them all on. However in the heat of the moment a lacrosse player shoves you and you can’t stop yourself from the momentum. As you’re accepting the fact that you’re going to face plant the floor, you fall into someone. It was Theo.

He catches you by your shoulders. He has a firm hold on you as if he never wants to let go. He looks deep in your eyes and your heart rate increases by the close proximity. Your eyes are glued to each other and that’s when you see it. His eyes aren’t full of anger or hatred towards you. No. They’re full of lust and admiration, a totally different look compared to yesterday’s events. You feel his breath travel to your ear, making you shudder and weak in the knees. Theo soon realises the effect he has on you so he coughs and let’s you go with a smile on his face.

You are all called back in the classroom to complete your test after Mr Lairns threatens to fail you all. Practically everyone ran back inside. On the few questions you have left, you try your hardest to concentrate but Theo is on your mind. He looked at you so intensely and so many emotions were expressed from him just holding you. Realising you aren’t going to get anywhere until you finish the test, you go for the most realistic answers as its multiple choice.

The bell rings signalling end of day, you see people rush out of the classrooms cheering. Walking to your locker you hear Theo’s voice, you really hope he’s trying to talk to you. However when you glance at him, he’s speaking to Rick. To not make it obvious that you’re listening, you put all the books you don’t need in your locker.

“Sorry Rick, can’t give you a ride home. I’m using the gym downstairs for a bit. See you tomorrow bud” Theo pats Rick’s shoulder and walks off.

This is your chance! The final bullet point on your list you have to achieve and the main point of it all. Catching Theo off guard.

Making your way outside you spot Lydia and Malia waiting for you.

“Hey!! Look you both can leave without me because I’ve left something in one of my classes” you say hoping they’d buy it. Lydia gives you a concerning look so you hug her.

“Do you need help finding it?” Lydia asks, pulling away from your hug. You admire Lydia’s efforts to always help but at this point of time it wasn’t helpful and wasting time!

“Honestly Lyds, it’s fine! I’ll text you when I’m home and I’ll see you tomorrow” you respond calmly.

Lydia gives you a wave and walks to her car. You smile largely at Malia already plotting your next move and go back in the school building. Malia grips your arm, you turn and look at your arm then back to her.

“Your heart rate increased which means you haven’t left anything in a classroom. My guess is you’re going to meet Theo in the gym as soon as he told Rick that’s where he’ll be’ Malia stated crossing her arms, leaning against the wall.

“How’d you figure it out?” you stand there shocked at Malia.

“You’ve been off since seeing Theo in the library on Friday. From then you’ve upgraded your dress code dramatically. Plus I heard Theo push you against the lockers and kiss you. Funny enough I nearly ran into the building as I thought you were being hurt but it was the complete opposite” Malia chuckles.

“Why haven’t you told Lydia?”

“I didn’t think it mattered, it’s not my story to tell” you smile appreciating Malia’s words.

“I’ll inform you both about everything that happens when I walk through that door” Malia nods and you pull her into a hug and whisper your appreciation to her.

Malia pulls away and gives you a thumbs up.

“Good luck and go get him tiger” Malia winks and leaves the building. You laugh at her remark and walk down the stairs to the gym.

Approaching the gym doors, you peer in the glass. There he is. In his pride and glory. Topless. This isn’t what you planned for, you almost feel like he’s catching you off guard. He lies down oh a bench and starts to do bench presses, your mouth slightly ajar at the sight of him. His muscles rippling and flexing, sweat travelling down his bare chest and he exhales loudly with every press. You begin to drive yourself crazy. You imagine what it’d be like to roam your hands over his toned chest and his breath on you neck. When you’re caught up in the moment, you realise that Theo has put his bar down and is sitting on the bench. Rubbing his hands together with his signature smirk planted on his face.

“Can I help you Y/N?” He shouts and your heart sinks. Shit, he really wasn’t supposed to catch you staring at him whilst he works out. You stumble through the doors, flustered at the sight of him. You freeze taking it all in, your eyes not even trying to hide that you’re admiring the view.

“See something you like?” You take a deep breath, compose yourself and gather your confidence.

“Actually I was going to ask you the same thing” you retort shrugging off your jacket. Theo’s eyebrows raise at your remark, not expecting you to be so forward. He drops his head and shakes it. Well that is a confidence killer.

Shrugging off his reaction, you walk towards him. You sit on his lap and Theo raises his head from the sudden contact. Your hands are held behind his neck, you lean forward and kiss him. A spark flows through your body when your lips collide, something that you have been longing for to feel again. Theo makes you feel so alive. You deepen the kiss, your tongue swirling across his bottom lip. You gently bite down on his lip bringing his closer to you. You detect Theo flinch ever so slightly but you feel his smirk press against your lips, obviously enjoying it.

Whilst your hands ruffle his hair, you lean back slightly. Forgetting there isn’t a wall supporting you like last time, you loose your balance and feel yourself falling to the floor. That’s when firm, rough hands rest on the small of your back bringing you back to him. He just grins and takes the lead in kissing you. Running your hands down his chest and across his shoulders, taking every part of him in. He flinches under your touch.

You start to feel your lips swell as Theo slows it down, almost savouring every moment with you. It’s so intimate. You shuffle your hips closer to his, grinding against him. He lets out a groan in your lips, his hands grip your waist. His hold on your hips is tight, a lot firmer than him just grazing your waist on Friday. So much so that you’re convinced there will be bruises there tomorrow morning. You gasp at how tight he’s latched onto you.

Theo’s left hand starts to roam your thigh slowly, his hand rests on your inner thigh. Your whole body quaking and wanting more. This is your chance to stop and it took every ounce of strength to crawl off his lap. He looks up at you confusion spread across his face.

“And that Theo is how a girl leaves a guy wanting so much more” you wipe your thumb across your bottom lip smirking.

You reach for the door but Theo plants his hand on your forearm. He spins you round and presses you against the door. No gap between you both. You feel Theo’s chest rising against you.

“Using my own words against me then?” Theo asks, looking straight into your eyes.

“Yeah I think I deserve to after you treating me like shit” you slow your heart rate so Theo doesn’t sense the influence he has on you. He pauses.

“So that’s what this is all about? This is all to prove a point?” You don’t answer and avoid eye contact.

“So the way you dressed today was for me?” his fingers tracing circles along your side.

“The way you acted all clumsy falling into me, dropping your stuff on the floor and tripping over for me to help you?’ He brushes a strand of hair out of your face.

“I actually didn’t plan the stumble where I nearly fell or being shoved into you” you respond embarrassed.

“My god you’re so cute and ditsy” he smiles, caressing your cheek with his hand. He leans in to kiss you but you stop him, placing two fingers on his lips.

“I need to know one thing Theo…. Did you want to kiss me that day or were you actually dared?”

“Trust me love, I don’t need to be dared to kiss someone like you. It was my idea and I want to do it over and over again if you’d let me” Theo’s eyes are glowing like yellow sapphires. You run your thumb across his temple, admiring the effect you have on him. Theo shuts his eyes, taking control of himself. You frown.

“You don’t have to hide from me Theo” your hand cups his face and you feel him smile. He kisses your hand and looks at you, showing his piercing yellow eyes. You bite your lip, not looking anywhere but him.

“I’m so glad you stumbled into the gym all flustered” you giggle, hitting his shoulder.

“I’m such a klutz” you look down at the floor, your cheeks flushing red. Theo grins, placing a gentle kiss on your forehead and pulling you into a hug.

“That’s true but you’re my klutz”

Originally posted by ligonao

Fiending {Pt. 4}

OK! This is part 4 to the Euphoria series, the links to the first three parts are here:

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/134700408935/a-woman-possessed-pt1

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/134907393240/euphoria-pt-2

http://zalrb.tumblr.com/post/140812635565/yours-pt-3

I really enjoyed writing this section to the series, the focus is primarily on Kai and Bonnie and the goal I had with this one was for everyone to already be on, like, 100 at the beginning of the section and everything just gets more and more out of control as the story progresses so basically the theme is chaos and it returns to the idea of a consuming, toxic relationship and what that looks like, what that means, what the consequences and rewards are. There’s also a return to smut in which I involved a request to see Bonnie drive Kai crazy so I hope you guys enjoy. So please comment and reblog (if you want) because I enjoy reading what my Bonkamily has to say about what I write! And hopefully you find it to be as lit as I thought it was when I was writing it, LOL.

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You steal me away
With your eyes and with your mouth
And just take me back to a room in your house
And stare at me with the lights off
To feel something [x4]

— Daughter, Touch

The fire was the only source of light in the entire house — an orange glow that threw the living room into an ominous haze; shadows of the flames danced across Kai’s face as he sat on the couch completely immobile save for his hands, which were gripping the sofa so tightly that his knuckles whitened, that his nails were scratched with scraps of the material.

    It kills you doesn’t it? That I’m the one she wanted first.

    Damon’s words had stayed with Kai ever since they were uttered three days ago, burrowing into his mind and taking hold of him, taunting him, so that they deprived him of any sleep, so that he thought of nothing else but what they meant, what they could mean, what they implied, what they threatened. It had always been something that sickened him with jealousy — the unspoken tension between Bonnie and Damon, the not-so-quiet lechery in his eyes when he gazed at her, the vague curiosity in Bonnie’s expressions when she noticed it. Kai had driven himself crazy going over and over and over different scenarios of the two of them together, his body devastated with uncontrollable fury at the sight of Damon simply touching Bonnie, the urge to maim and destroy and utterly break Damon apart an overpowering burning in his gut. But that was before. That was when all Kai had was his cruel imagination. That was before words were said with malicious smugness, words that told him Bonnie had wanted Damon and that given the chance, would sleep with him, have sex with him, fuck him. A tremor passed over Kai’s face and abruptly, he stood up, grabbing the coffee table as he did, throwing it with such forceful rage it splintered into pieces against the wall.

    The volatility those words incited in Kai was new to even him; a murderous jealousy so intense that he didn’t even feel like a person, a desperate rage that consumed his every movement, his every breath, his every thought that he felt like his body would break apart with the pain of it. Those words, that conversation, memories of seeing the two of them together, recollections of arguments he and Bonnie had over Damon, images of the two of them entwined, it all reverberated in Kai’s head, echoing in his ears, crowding his mind so that he saw everything and heard everything with every cell in his body, his entire being overwhelmed with the torture of it.  

It kills you doesn’t it?

I knew Bonnie would show. She always comes back, all thirteen times.

That I’m the one she wanted first.

I guess that’s how you two show your love.

“Stop it,” said Kai out loud, putting his hands to his head, grabbing his hair.

Only because we’ve never had sex.

Sex. With Damon. Bonnie. With Damon.

You and me aren’t the same thing as —

What, you and him? I hate that there’s a you and him at all!

That’s too damn bad, Kai!

“Get out of my head!” He started to pace, his movements quick and wild, his eyes screwed shut, his face contorted in anguish.  

Maybe that’s what she thinks about when you’re inside her.

Writhing. Sighing. Moaning. Bonnie’s thighs. Damon’s lips. Damon’s hands. Bonnie’s breasts. Bonnie’s tongue. Damon’s chest. Bonnie’s face. Pleasure. Damon’s back. Writhing. Sheets. Headboard. Pinned wrists.

“ENOUGH.”

The fire erupted, the flames licking the carpet, and Kai destroyed everything in sight, fragmenting vases, upending tables, smashing mirrors, the television, throwing down cabinets, tearing apart chandeliers; he did nothing to stop the fire from searing across the floor, he couldn’t — the visions, the echoes in his head urged him to break and shatter and hurl until the living room was torn absolutely apart. A strangled yell in his throat, Kai upended the sofa, causing it to crash onto the carpet with a thud so that it was devoured by the fire, and he watched it burn, panting heavily, his body trembling with the devastation inflicted by those words.

He wouldn’t be able to rest until he knew for sure, until he heard Bonnie’s words and didn’t keep reliving the horror of Damon’s. He’d stayed away from Bonnie for the three days since the fight with Damon, spending those 72 hours, those 4320 minutes, those 259200 seconds fiending for her blood, frantic for her touch, wrecked with memories of her voice breathy and amorous and calling his name; his body hard and frustrated from being away from her for so long. But he had to do it. The chaos within him was too unpredictable for him to be near her, the urge to overwhelm her, devour her, kill her so she was his completely made his blood scream.  

And he couldn’t do it.

But he couldn’t do this either.


“How did you get in here?”

    Bonnie was standing in the doorway to her childhood home, the key still in the lock. Elena was sitting on the couch in the living room, her head turned to the foyer like she’d been patiently waiting for Bonnie for hours. Bonnie hadn’t been at the dorm in three days, driving to campus only for class and coming back to Mystic Falls to sleep. She wasn’t ready to be around Caroline and especially Elena; not after the intervention, not after what Damon had almost confessed.  

“You still keep the spare key in the ceramic frog on the lawn,” said Elena.

“Right.” Bonnie closed the door then walked into the living room. She tossed her keys on a side table and then leaned against the wall, folding her arms. “So what are you doing here?”

“You haven’t spoken to Jeremy since he’s come back,” said Elena. “You’ve been dodging his calls, if he comes to campus you ignore him, if he comes here he tells me you pretend like you’re not home —”

“I know what I’ve been doing, Elena. I’m the one doing it.”

“Well why are you?” Elena stood up, shaking her hair from her face. “He loves you, Bonnie.”

“You said since he’s got back so does that mean he’s back? For good?”

“I don’t know,” said Elena, walking toward Bonnie so that they were only a few feet away from each other. “We haven’t spoken about it.”

“Imagine my surprise.”

“How long are you going to keep punishing him?”

Bonnie closed her eyes. “Elena…”

“You don’t know what you being dead did to him, you don’t know how hard it was for him.”

Her eyes snapped open. “How hard it was for him? Imagine how hard it was for me!”

“He barely survived it, Bonnie.”

“Neither did I!” Bonnie shook her head and sighed, defeated. She moved away from the wall, walking toward the armchair “This isn’t about punishing him, OK?”

“No,” said Elena. “It’s about Kai.”

Bonnie turned sharply toward Elena but said nothing as Elena stared at her, her expression indignant on her brother’s behalf. “Make me understand,” she said.

“You never could.”

Elena shrugged her shoulders. “Try anyway.”

“And why should I? I don’t owe you an explanation for the things that I do. And I don’t remember you ever giving me an explanation about you choosing Damon.”

“Damon has good in him, Bonnie. You’ve seen it, you see it otherwise you wouldn’t be friends with him. Kai is irredeemable.”

“You know,” said Bonnie. “Some people would say the same thing about Damon.”

“Again with the defending him. Are you in love with him? Are you in love with Kai?”

Bonnie rolled her eyes and ran her fingers through her hair, her hands shaking with frustration. “This isn’t about love.”

“Then what is it about? Tell me. Is it the impulsiveness, the danger —”

“Stop trying to put why you fell for Damon onto what it is I have with Kai.”

“I’m just trying to understand this!” said Elena. “The Bonnie I know —”

“Is dead.” Bonnie’s voice was so severe, it made Elena flinch. “That’s what you don’t get. The Bonnie you know doesn’t exist anymore. I’m not the same person I was before I went to the prison world.”

“And isn’t that Kai’s fault? He stabbed you and stalked you and terrorized you. Damon came back wanting to murder him. I thought you hated him for what he did to you!”

“I do!” Bonnie screamed, throwing her hands up in the air. “I do hate him, OK? That’s what this is about. Hating him so much I can’t breathe, hating that I want him so much that it’s taken over my mind. It’s driving me crazy. And I mean that. Honestly. But you could never understand it!”

“And why couldn’t I?”

Bonnie sat down on the armchair, burying her face in her hands, rubbing her temples with her fingers.

“And why couldn’t I, Bonnie?”

“Because I don’t hate him for what he did to me in the nineties, I hate that he’s the only one who can make me feel after what he put me through in the nineties,” snapped Bonnie, looking up at Elena. “Most of the time, I feel like a freaking ghost, Elena. Like I’m back on the Other Side watching you all live your lives and I’m just stuck, in neutral. Except when I’m with him. I only ever feel like I’m alive, like actually alive, like I’m actually a part of this world, when I’m around him because when I see him I want to kill him, I want to make him suffer for what he did to me, I’m overcome with how much I despise him, consumed with emotion that I can’t ignore, but when he touches me …” Bonne bit her lip and shook her head. “Even when he touched me then, I don’t know if it’s chemistry, I don’t know if it’s magic but I know that it’s strong, it’s physical, it’s real and it brings something out in me, in my magic and I want him horribly. I want him because our sex isn’t just sex it’s …” Bonnie started gesticulating, at a loss for words. “It’s … damn him, it’s euphoric.  In the worst possible way. It feels like a fucking sin against nature, Elena, but what’s worse is that the impulse to do it comes so naturally, and that makes me hate him more! I hate him. And that’s what this entire thing is about.”

Elena stared at Bonnie in disbelief. “Bonnie…” Her mouth was agape, moving but saying no words. “That’s …” She rubbed her forehead. “You need to stop seeing him.”

Bonnie yelled in frustration so that the bulbs in the lamp splintered. Elena jumped back. “Calm down, what’s wrong with you?”

“Don’t you think I would stop seeing him if I could? God, Elena. When you talk about how Damon consumes you, you just mean that you love him a lot. Kai is in me, chewing at my insides, he’s his own damn emotion, he’s fucking inescapable, he’s … he’s …” Bonnie stood up quickly. “He’s here.”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows and looked around to the door. “What do you mean he’s here?”
    “I mean what I said, he’s here. Or almost here.”

“How do you know?”

“I always know.”

Bonnie turned around to head back toward the foyer but in a swish of speed Elena was in front of her, blocking her path. “Where are you going?!”

“You need to leave. You can’t be here now.”

“No.”

“He will kill you. I’m not joking.”

“So you’re just going to go to him?”

“I’m not going to him, he’s here. He won’t leave until he sees me.”

“She’s right,” said a voice. Bonnie and Elena turned their heads toward the front door. “Invite me inside, Bonnie.”

Bonnie started to move but Elena held her in place, grasping her shoulders. “Bonnie, don’t.”

“I don’t want to use magic on you, Elena, but I will.”

“For Kai?”

“For you to get out of my way. Now move.” Bonnie grabbed Elena’s wrist and pried it off her shoulder, moving her so it was like a gust of wind blew her back. She walked into the foyer and opened the front door. Kai was standing on the porch, jaw clenched, manic determination in his eye; it was a look Bonnie knew well, the look he had when her absence became physically intolerable for him.

“Invite me in,” he said.

“No. It’s not a good time.”

Kai squeezed his eyes shut. “Invite. Me. In.”

“No! You don’t get to just show up unannounced, Kai, I have a life, I have—”

“Bonnie, if you don’t invite me in, I will burn down this house and force you out. I need to talk to you now.”

“She said to go away,” said Elena, walking up behind Bonnie.

Kai clenched his hand into a fist. “This is none of your business.”

“This is absolutely my business. Bonnie’s my best friend.”

“When it’s convenient.”

“You know nothing about me, about our friendship.”

Kai turned to Bonnie. “I may not be able to come in because I’m a vampire but I’m still also a witch. I will kill her, Bonnie. I will liquefy her lungs.”

“Stop being petty,” said Bonnie.

“Does it look like I’m being petty?”  

Bonnie sighed and put her hand to her forehead. “Elena, I told you before, you can’t be here.”

“I’m not afraid of him.”

“This isn’t about that. I’m telling you to go.”

Elena looked at her incredulously. “Why?”

“Because Kai is right. This isn’t any of your business.”

“But you told him to leave and—”

“And I’ll deal with it. But now it’s time for you to go.”

“Bonnie—”

“Elena, just—”

“I’m not about to leave you with —”

“ELENA GO,” Bonnie started yelling. “GO NOW. LEAVE. Or I will spell you out!”

Elena furrowed her eyebrows, her face frozen in surprise. “You’re right,” she said finally. “I don’t know who you are anymore.” She walked out onto the porch, knocking past Kai as she went back into her car.

Bonnie watched her back out the driveway and speed down the road before turning to Kai. “Get in,” she said.

Kai stepped over the threshold into the house and Bonnie glared at him, making a throaty noise of disgust and then she stormed down the hallway to the kitchen.

“Don’t walk away from me!”

“I’m getting a drink. I can get a fucking drink!” She wrenched open the cabinet above the stove and pulled out a bottle of bourbon, pouring a healthy measure into a glass, guzzling and sighing, clearing her throat.

Kai joined her in the kitchen. “I need to talk to you.”

Bonnie took another gulp. “Well I’m not in the damn mood to listen to you.”

“Too bad. I don’t care.”

Bonnie moved the glass away from her mouth and laughed harshly. “What else is new?”    

Kai shook his head. “Don’t blame me for Elena being a hypocrite and judging you.”

“No, I blame you for outing us with that trick with the phone,” said Bonnie. “I blame you for refusing to let me go. I blame you for destroying everything about my life in the first place!”

“Destroying everything about your life.”

“YES.”

“Because you were so happy in it? Being everyone’s saviour and no one’s priority.”

“I’m sure as hell not happy now being your fool!”

“You’re my fool? You’re my fool?” Kai started to laugh hysterically. “That’s amazing, that’s, that’s rich.”

Bonnie slammed her glass down on the counter. “I just kicked out one of my oldest and best friends for what? For you? For the man who terrorized me in a prison world built specifically for him because he’s a literal sociopath who tried to kill his entire family? HOW AM I NOT A FOOL FOR THAT?”

“I haven’t slept in three days, Bonnie. Three days, seventy-two fucking hours because there is literally one thing on my mind that I can’t stop thinking about, that has —” Kai stopped talking, watching as Bonnie picked up the bottle and started pouring more liquor into her glass. “What are you drinking?”

“Bourbon, what does it look like?”

The image of Damon sipping bourbon from the crystal in the Salvatore Mansion flashed in Kai’s mind and he grabbed the bottle out of Bonnie’s hand and threw it so that it smashed against the cabinet. Bonnie looked at Kai for a brief moment, her eyes wide with shock, disbelief and anger, and then she hurtled her own glass at him, cutting open his forehead, eliciting a cry of pain.

“FUCK.”  

“What the hell is wrong with you?” she screamed. “What makes you think you can come into my house and start throwing shit around?”

Kai closed his eyes, his breathing so heavy that his entire torso seemed to be heaving up and down. Bonnie reached behind her to the knife block and flung a butcher knife in his direction so that he had to duck.

“ANSWER ME.”

“I HATE IT.” Kai’s words were louder than yells, they were almost primal roars that were so thunderous the entire kitchen vibrated. “I hate that you drink what he drinks!”

“What he…? Oh my God.” Bonnie shook her hands in frustrated incredulity. “This is about Damon? You actually came to my house and blew everything up because you needed me to stroke your ego? Are you fucking kidding me?”

Kai growled with furious impatience and picked up a dish rack, hurtling it to the floor. “This is bigger than ego! This is blood, this is sanity, this is—”

“Oh enough! I don’t care what it is, man the hell up!”

Kai moved from across the room to directly in front of Bonnie so abruptly that she backed up against the kitchen counter. “Don’t tell me to man up! I will find Damon, bring him here and rip him to shreds right in front of you and then you’ll see what kind of fucking man I am!”

The slap was almost immediate, the force of Bonnie’s magic behind it so that Kai’s lip spliced open on his teeth, the quick sound almost like a bullet in the air, causing the pieces of glass and broken dishes to shudder and clink on the counter and floor. Bonnie shoved Kai away so that he staggered backward and started walking down the hall back to the living room but he grabbed her by the wrist and turned her roughly around toward him, pushing her against the wall.

“Let go of me! It’s bourbon, Kai. Get over it!”
    “It’s not just bourbon! It’s not just pancakes! And you know it!” Kai was stricken with the same images: Bonnie’s thighs. Damon’s lips. Damon’s hands. Bonnie’s breasts. Bonnie’s tongue. Damon’s chest. Bonnie’s face. Contorted in pleasure. Damon’s back. Writhing. Sheets. Headboard. Pinned wrists. He felt it everywhere, in the way a bitterness flushed his throat, in the way his gut soured, in the way rage frenzied his blood, compelling him to punch a hole in the wall next to Bonnie’s head. “Was he right? Did you want him first? Did you want him?”

Bonnie glowered at him.

“Goddammit, Bonnie! Did you want him?”

“And what if I did?” she shouted into his face. “What if every time he glared at me, a small part of me wondered what it’d feel like to have him stare at me naked?”

Kai clenched his jaw, grinding his teeth, his eyes slitted with anger.

“What if every time me and him argued I was a little curious about what his mouth on me would  feel like?”  

A grumble sounded in Kai’s chest and he banged his fist against the wall.

“What if all of that were true, what the hell are you going to do about it, Kai? Are you going to kill me? Because you can’t stand me wanting —”

Kai seized Bonnie by either side of her her head and thrust her toward him, kissing her with enraged conviction, his mouth opening hers with a possessive determination that bruised her lips and triggered a hungry moan deep in her throat; he pressed his entire body against hers, flattening her against the wall, overwhelming her, laying claim to her, squeezing her waist, his fingers rubbing the dips of her body, as his lips grazed her neck, kissing her with wide, leisure circles, the tip of his tongue skating along her skin, tasting it, savouring it so that he groaned, his teeth nipping at her, causing trills of pain and shocks of excitement to erupt along Bonnie’s spine and ache her groin; she arched her back and gasped.  

“Like this? Did you imagine him kissing you like this?”

Bonnie clasped the back of his head and pushed him deeper into her, raising her head, stretching out her neck.   

“He couldn’t do this. He couldn’t know your body like this,” said Kai breathlessly. “You couldn’t fiend for him like this, you’re mine.”

Bonnie groaned in lustful frustration.“No, I’m not.”

Kai rocked himself into her so that Bonnie made a guttural sound of pleasure. “Yes you are.”

The arousal that throbbed between Bonnie’s thighs spawned an indignant fury deep in her belly; it angered her — that Kai could shatter what remnants of her old life she had left into so many pieces that it was all almost completely unrecognizable and that he felt arrogant enough to claim her as his, like she didn’t have a choice. And she didn’t.

She released his head from her hands and pushed him away so that she could move from the wall; she felt his presence at her back, a shadow following her. She stopped walking in the living room, Kai stayed a few feet behind her in the hallway; and she turned around to look at him, her eyes appraising and evaluative.

“Yours. Yours.” She said the word over and over again, as if she were getting used to the feel of it in on her tongue. “What does being ‘yours’ mean? That if another man fucks me, if he even touches me—”

“Stop.”

Bonnie regarded him maliciously. “What about me?” She started unbuttoning her shirt and she felt it — the way something in Kai stilled, the way his attention on her intensified into such fixed focus that she felt his stare all over her body and her skin flushed from the heat of it. “Can I touch myself?” The shirt dropped to the floor and Bonnie unhooked the front-clasp to her bra, freeing her breasts; Kai’s eyes were clouding to a scarlet and Bonnie saw the veins on his face momentarily darken. She ran her fingers lightly across the beads of sweat along her collarbone and she and Kai sighed in unison; her hands found her way to her breasts and she massaged them, kneading them, biting her lip as her nipples hardened beneath her own touch.  

“Can I do this?” said Bonnie, panting.

Kai walked determinedly toward her but when he tried to step over the threshold from the hallway to the living room, he couldn’t. He was blocked, like he hit a barrier. He hit his fist against the air and felt his knuckles collide with something solid. He clenched his teeth. “Bonnie…”

She walked up to the threshold so that she and Kai were only inches away from each other, close enough that if Kai reached out his hand he’d be able to touch her. He couldn’t help it and tried to extend his hand again and only came in contact with that same solid barrier. “Bonnie!”

“What about this?” she said, unbuttoning her jeans. Slowly, she inched out of them and Kai’s eyes followed the smooth motion of the material slipping off the roundness of her hips and down the curves of her legs, his chest rising and falling, his eyes turning steadily redder. She brushed her hand against the lace of her underwear and moaned — Kai hardened instantaneously, his gums itching with the urge for his fangs to descend.

“Take it down. The spell. Take it down.”  

His voice was demanding but the edge of desperation to his tone was unmistakable and Bonnie grinned as she wrapped her mouth around her index finger and sucked, trailing her fingertip down her stomach to the waistband of her underwear; she looked up at Kai from beneath her eyelashes and saw his lips part, his eyes turn raw and she slipped into herself, her mouth hanging open as she pressed her hand against the invisible wall. Kai banged against the wall, his blood screaming within him, setting his skin ablaze with a lustful desire so severe it obliterated everything from his mind but the hunger for Bonnie against him, atop him, enclosing him — it was a violent craving that rendered him senseless so that all he could do was smash against the barrier, a harsh growl in his throat, hardening to the point of painful throbbing.

“TAKE IT DOWN. UNDO IT. THE SPELL. JUST LET ME — GOD, TAKE IT DOWN.”

Bonnie’s gaze remained on Kai as she stepped out of her underwear — he fell to his knees; she continued to rub herself, throwing her head back, panting and sighing, grinning and whimpering as her hips swayed to her own movements. “Oh god,” she whispered, her voice choked.

Kai made a noise; the same roar he made in the kitchen but full of a dangerous need that compelled him to try and tear open a hole in the unseen obstruction. He knew he could break the spell himself if he could just concentrate on siphoning magic from his vampirism but he couldn’t concentrate; he couldn’t do anything but want her with such horrible ardor that he was wild with thirst, irrational with arousal and wrecked with frustration.

“WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?”

Bonnie only smirked in response and let out a long, drawn-out moan, gazing at Kai through hooded eyes, her hand clawing at the barrier and then Kai groaned too — he was suddenly overwhelmed with a hedonistic pleasure that aggravated his carnal frustration to the point of utter madness, and he knew. Bonnie had linked him to her so that he could feel what she felt — so he could feel her pleasuring herself. She massaged herself and Kai felt simultaneously gratified and bereft, enjoying experiencing Bonnie’s pleasure the way she felt it, the way she made herself feel it but starved of the pleasure she gave him, of the pleasure he could make her feel.

“No! No! This is too much! Stop, please stop!”

Bonnie’s motions got quicker and quicker and Kai could feel her building, making him clench his hair in fists, tearing out strands.

“Yes.” Her whisper inflamed Kai, exacerbating his own pulsation; she was on the brink, pushing herself against the barrier, she was going to — she was about to —

“NO.”

The force of Kai’s yell had more than volume, more than desperation, it had magic, the will to break, destroy, to overcome and the barrier had dissolved. Kai grabbed Bonnie by the waist, yanking her toward him and tried to bring her down to him but she pried his hands off of her and brought his head to the apex of her thighs so that his mouth was brought to her ache, his tongue flicking at her sensitivity and she took a sharp intake of breath. She felt Kai grin against her and his hands began to snake up her legs; she slapped them away.

“I didn’t say you could touch me.”

He growled, stymied and increased the pressure of his tongue in retaliation so that Bonnie gasped so forcibly, it tore her throat. Kai chuckled.

“Bastard,”she mewled.

Kai moaned at hearing the huskiness in Bonnie’s throat, in the huskiness he compelled and instinctively, he lifted his hands again, reaching up to touch, to feel her bare bare stomach, to palm and explore her breasts but then remembering her disapproval, he put them back to his sides, digging his nails into his jeans with the want to touch her. Bonnie ran her fingers through his hair, grasping his head, pulling him closer to her, deeper into her and he grunted with pleasure. Without decreasing the laps and flicks of his tongue, Kai reached for the waistband of his jeans but the moment he made to do anything else, Bonnie raked her nails along the back of his neck so that he whimpered.

“I didn’t …” Bonnie closed her eyes. “Shit,” she breathed. “I didn’t say you could touch yourself either.”

Kai growled. He couldn’t take this much longer; every atom in his body was calling for her, howling for her touch, for her skin, for her blood, for her pleasure and his magic was pure chaos within him, his urges descending to a level of hunger he’d never before suffered in his tenure as a vampire; his wanting was excruciating, crossing over to homicidal. He twirled his tongue and Bonnie almost sighed.

“Kai.”

No, that was it. He had reached his breaking point. Kai withdrew from Bonnie, relishing the expression of lustful indignation on her face before he grabbed her behind the knees and tilted her, flinging her over his shoulder as he stood up, clapping his palm against her behind, making her moan and growl at the same time, her foot kicking up. He walked a few paces to the couch and slammed her down on it, grabbing one of her ankles and pulling her forward so that she slid down onto the sofa cushions, lying on her back.

“Kai—”

“Shut up.”

He grabbed her other ankle and shifted his position so that each foot was on either shoulder. Kai’s eyes pierced into Bonnie’s, his expression punitive and aroused; hers anticipatory and resentful. Hastily he unbuckled his belt, undoing his fly, too willing and ready to bother ridding himself of his shirt or even pulling his jeans down completely; this was going to be quick, she’d deprived him of herself for too long for him to be able to take his time with her. He jerked Bonnie even closer to him and then plunged into her, thrusting with a vigor that made her yelp; the pleasure harsh and impatient, blinding her with sensation, causing her to grip at the couch with each of Kai’s slams. Kai felt himself come undone with each of his strokes, with seeing how his movements made Bonnie convulse with want for more, quaking with the sheer power of the kind of gratification he could give her; she was biting her lip with the stubborn refusal to do more than groan and Kai could see the skin start to tear from the effort. He would have her cries; he’d hold on long enough to elicit them. He yearned to hear them, he needed to hear them, after what she’d put him through, he deserved to hear them.

Kai moved between Bonnie’s thighs, moving her feet from his shoulders, wrapping her legs around his waist, bending over so that his hand clutched the back of the couch, pushing himself even deeper into her so that she mewled as he swore. He felt himself start to shudder but willed himself to keep control as he gyrated his hips, rotating and plunging, Bonnie’s nails clawing at the back of his shirt; the couch started to move backward from the force, scratching against the floor. Kai tugged on her earlobe with his teeth as he pummelled into her, biting her neck and then heard it. Bonnie started to scream and Kai looked up at her, vindictive triumph on his face, clasping his hand around her throat to keep her head in place, eyes on him as he moved faster and faster and Bonnie bucked her hips, her muscles clenching around him, quivering and writhing so that he moaned loudly and continuously. There was something base about the way he lost himself in her and his movements became more and more erratic and uncontrolled, Bonnie’s screams cracking the walls and urging Kai forward, the couch was starting to break apart. Kai thrust his lips against Bonnie’s, their teeth clashing and she bit down on his bottom lip as they both shattered into orgasm, the back of the couch breaking off completely so that they fell backward.

“Ow.”   

Kai rolled off her onto his side; both of their ragged breathing in unison. “I hate you,” he said between pants. “I hate you for doing that to me.”

“Well, now you know,” said Bonnie, trying to steady herself.

“Know what?”

“I’m not yours, you’re mine.”

“Fuck, Bonnie. I already knew that,” said Kai.

“Yeah. But now you won’t forget.

Jet Black Heart - A Peter Pan x Reader Fanfiction  Part 6

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