#bonnie gold drabble

[wonderlanddreamer]

Lydia Shelby x Bonnie Gold.

"Think you can handle it, Miss Shelby?" Bonnie teased, his voice a silky blend of challenge and invitation that seemed to dance through the air.

Lydia, never one to back down from a challenge, arched an eyebrow in response. Her lips curled into a confident smirk as she met his gaze with unwavering determination. "I can handle more than you think, Gypsy boy," she replied, her tone carrying a playful edge.

Bonnie shifted closer, closing the gap between them. His presence was a mix of intimidation and thrill, a magnetic force that drew Lydia in. With a swift movement, he demonstrated a punch, his muscles taut and powerful beneath his fitted shirt. Lydia's eyes followed the motion, captivated by the raw strength he exuded with such ease.

"Your turn," he instructed, stepping behind her with a fluid grace. As he adjusted her stance, his hands brushed against hers, the contact sending an electric jolt up her spine. The touch was brief but left a lingering sensation.

With Bonnie's guidance, Lydia threw a punch. His breath was warm against her ear, a gentle whisper of encouragement. "Nice form," he murmured, his voice laced with a hint of approval that sent a pleasant shiver through her.

Lydia glanced over her shoulder, her eyes locking onto his. The air around them seemed to crackle with an unspoken connection, a magnetic pull that was both exhilarating and unnerving. "Maybe you should watch closely," she quipped, attempting to mask the flutter of excitement in her chest.

Bonnie chuckled softly, his eyes never wavering from hers. "Oh, I intend to," he promised, his words carrying a weight of intention.

As the session came to an end, Bonnie lingered, his smile carrying a hint of something more—a promise, perhaps, of what was yet to come. "We should do this again, Lydia," he suggested.

Lydia nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. "I'd like that," she admitted, her voice steady despite the excitement bubbling within her.

[lunaticlockwood]

➳ - Bonnie ( kiss meme )

x

. A soft kiss on the nose

Bake sale why had Bonnie agreed to make cupcakes for a bake sale she had no connection to, just because someone said she made great cupcakes! Now here she was elbow deep in ingredients, nose in a cook book and stuck until she produced four batches! Then in breezes Tyler ready to take on the world (as long as it met him on a basketball court).

"You know," he says, casually tossing a basketball between his hands. "It would have been easier if you made brownie sheets and cut them into smaller brownie sh-"

"I know!" If one more person came up to her saying she could have made brownies in steads she was going to scream.

"Don't get your apron in a twist, I was just trying to help." He came up behind her, pulled her into a loose hug and gave her a sweet peck on the nose. "Don't bake yourself under the counter. Remember take plenty of breaks and hydrate ..." He let her go before giving her a firm pat on the bottom and dashing out before she could retaliate.

[justastarholder]

If drabble requests are open, may I request one with Fred'r and Bonnibel?

During what would later be called the Second Solar Era, the gods began to realize just how much their magic affected their familiars. The familiars of their parents had since ascended to godhood, and it was understood that this could happen to any familiar at any point.

The golden bear of protection- Hermea- was the greatest advocate for these familiars, encouraging them to reach out and explore the limits of their powers. Even teaching them to unlock their tongues, that they might speak as gods and man do.

It was toward the end of the Second Solar Era that the gods released their former familiars unto the world to find their own way.

And that was when the former familiar of the storm goddess met the former familiar of the god of darkness. A rabbit and a bear.

As you might imagine, a rabbit would not be so eager to meet a bear. Bonnibel regarded Fred'r with mistrust.

Their first meeting happened when the two star-crossed lovers visited a sacred spring in search of healing waters.

The afternoon was warm and bright. Dragonflies swirled about over the crystal clear waters. Their gilded carapaces glittered in the sunlight. Flickers of glittering green and gold dancing about the edges of the spring, where lush ferns shaded the vines of delicate moonflowers.

Fred'r was a mountainous bear. The blue rabbit spotted him from a distance and slowed, uncertain about approaching the large beast. His long ears folded back as he crouched in the brush.

The bear moved with surprising care. Bonnibel had always thought of bears as great, lumbering beasts. Crushing flowers under paw and leaving messes in their wake.

It was almost amusing, watching Fred'r tiptoe around flowers and through ferns on his way to the steamy pools.

Bonnibel considered turning and leaving. The last thing he needed was trouble from a bear. But then, the massive brown bear tripped over his own feet and fell head-long into the spring. Water sprayed across the ferns so far that Bonnie felt it wet his coat.

The rabbit couldn't help but laugh. He straightened, looking at Fred'r as the bear slowly pulled himself up from the deep end. Shaking out his long fur, Freddy met Bonnie's gaze.

"Saw that, did you?" Freddy looked down at his feet bashfully, rubbing the back of his fluffy head. His vest was soaked straight through, along with the pouch on his belt.

"How could I miss it?" Bonnie chuckled, picking his way through the brush. "What exactly is a great big bear like you doin' up here?"

"I came to fetch some of this water," Freddy explained. Thick drops fell from his fur as he stepped out of the spring. "There's a village near the base of this mountain, and the people there have recently-

"Been suffering from an illness," Bonnibe finished, his magenta eyes widening. "You were the other god they were talking about. They said you went up the mountain alone a few days ago."

"Oh, yes..." Fred'r laughed a little. "I don't possess much magical prowess. So I had to hike the whole way." His response made Bonnie's ears perk. The rabbit crept a little closer.

"You hiked for days to fetch some spring water." Bonnibel's muzzle curved with a sincere smile. "That's mighty noble of you. But it'll take you days more to hike down..."

"Unfortunately, you're right," Fred'r nodded. "But if I did nothing for these people, what kind of god would I be? More than that- what kind of person would I be?"

"...Hm." Bonnibel chuckled, shaking his head. "Well, fluffball, lucky for you, I was here. I can have some of this spring water down the mountain lickety-split!"

"That's wonderful," Fred'r opened his pouch and began to remove several glass jars in a disparity of shapes and sizes. Bonnie couldn't help but chuckle at the bear's collection.

"You got a name, mr. bear?" Bonnibel accepted a few of the jars and knelt at the water's edge to fill them. The bear knelt right beside him, looking in high spirits.

"Fred'r. Although, my friends tend to call me 'Freddy'. And what is your name?" Freddy looked at Bonnibel. The rabbit god paused, taking in Freddy's kind blue eyes. Bonnie felt a subtle stir in his chest.

"Bonnibel. But please just call me Bonnie." He looked down at the water.

"Bonnie. You know, Bonnibel means 'cheerful'," Freddy mused, "it's a fitting name."

"Do I seem cheerful?" Bonnie quirked a brow.

"I think it would be more apt to say you seem like the kind of person that brings cheer wherever you go," Fred'r smiled at Bonnie. He grunted softly as he got to his feet. Bonnibel was quick to follow. The rabbit knew it was time to go, and he lamented that he couldn't stay to chat with the strange, wonderful bear god a little longer.

"Funny," Bonnie shook his head, "I would say the same about you." He accepted the full jars from Fred'r and began tucking them into his pack.

"What does 'Fred'r' mean?" Bonnie looked up at Freddy with interest.

"Peaceful," Freddy smiled brightly. "I hope to see you again, Bonnibel."

"You took the words right off my tongue again," Bonnie laughed. He offered Freddy a wave. "Till next time, Freddy."

[lookingupatthesamemoon]

janAUary #1 - grocery store

pairing: Bonnie x Willy Wonka (2023)

summary: Willy becomes quite the regular customer at Bonnie's grocery store

word count: 1154

author's note: this was very much just a warm-up style drabble !!! just flexing the muscles - not my best work, but fun to write :) divider is from @/yaynowimglad

Bonnie was used to slow days. She had only been in charge for a couple years, but she could probably count the customers she had seen in her time as the owner on just her two hands. Her grandmother had left it to her in the will, and she had worked there since she was a teenager - come to think of it, it had always been pretty slow.

Of course, Bonnie’s store, The Concoctor's Cabinet, didn’t sell just milk and eggs and bread. She sold things far more interesting - like liquified sun rays and phoenix feathers. The handmade shelves were chock full of jars of some of the rarest ingredients found all around the world. She would’ve thought all the rich freaks in this part of Europe would be chomping at the bit to get their hands on stuff like this - where else around here could you find literal lightning in a bottle? But it apparently wasn’t interesting enough for more than a single novelty visit for many back when the place first opened… While her grandmother was still alive.

So, naturally, on a random Tuesday in the early days of winter, Bonnie expected not to see a single soul during her work day. That is, until she saw a frail young man barrel in the door. She watched him from the counter for a moment before greeting him, taking note of his mannerisms. He looked… Different. Nothing like the customers she’d seen in the past. Not much like her other regulars, either, come to think of it. His clothes were brighter, albeit a little dirty, and he wore a brown top hat over his tousled hair. She almost wanted to laugh, until he looked up and met her eyes.

“Good afternoon,” she stammered. “Can I help you find anything in particular?”

The man smiled, removing his hat and placing it under his arm. “As a matter of fact, you can. I was told I might be able to find some griffin tooth here?”

“Oh! Absolutely, let me take you to it,” Bonnie replied, leaving her post to lead the way. Surely she could have simply pointed to the shelf, seeing as the shop wasn’t exactly big, but customer engagement was important to her - after all, for all she knew, a personalized shopping experience could be the difference between a lifetime regular and a one-time novelty shopper. The two took a short walk over to the right corner of the store, where all the gold products were - Bonnie liked to organize them by color, she thought it made things look prettier. 

“Okay, owl feather, pot of gold, golem gear… Ah! Griffin tooth! How much were you looking to get?”

“Well, how much you got?”

“It looks like… About four jars.”

“I’ll take ‘em all,” the man beamed. “I mean, it’s a miracle I was even able to find any… Thank you.”

“Of course! You’re very welcome, mister…”

“Wonka,” he said, filling in the blank. “Willy Wonka.”

“Well, Mr. Wonka, you are very welcome,” Bonnie repeated.

“Please, call me Willy,” the man insisted.

“Was Mr. Wonka your father?” Bonnie asked, attempting to joke with him as they made their way back to the checkout counter.

“No, I don’t know my father’s name, actually,” Willy responded.

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be,” he grinned.

Bonnie’s face tinted pink as she took her place behind the counter, setting herself up to make the sale. All the while, Willy kept his eyes on her, watching as she typed away on her system. She looked to be about his age, which was wonderful news for Willy for a multitude of reasons. For one, it gave him hope for his own business venture - if Bonnie could run a shop like this, surely he could make it with his chocolate shop. It also gave him hope that maybe, just maybe, he could finally find a friend his own age in her. For much of his life, Willy really only knew people older than him - well, Noodle being the exception. But, on the boat, all of his coworkers were a bit older, and his new friends from Scrubbit's were all a bit older, and even much of his customer base proved to be at least a few years older than he was. He felt like he was so far behind them - maybe someone like Bonnie could help him catch up.

“Okay, so… four jars of griffin tooth… That comes to twelve sovereigns!” Bonnie said cheerfully, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Really?” Willy asked, tilting his head to the side. “Just… Just twelve sovereigns?”

“Sure,” Bonnie shrugged. “Three sovereigns per jar, four jars… That makes twelve sovereigns.”

Willy looked at her bewildered, his expression suggesting some kind of boyish glee. Bonnie’s blush surely got darker, though she couldn’t tell considering her cheeks had been a little hot since he walked through the door. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever found griffin tooth at that kind of price before,” Willy said. “I mean, I almost feel like I’m stealing from you. You’re sure that’s all I owe you?”

“Positive,” Bonnie nodded. “My grandmother always wanted to keep the prices reasonable - she always said everyone deserved the finest goods at the fairest price.”

“Well, your grandmother sounds like she was a wise woman.”

“Yeah, she was,” Bonnie replied, grinning to herself.

She finished ringing up the sale, putting the twelve sovereigns in her register, then gently wrapping up each jar. Her packaging was something she prided herself on, and as she stealthily glanced up at Willy, she could tell he was a fan of it too.

“I like that paper you’re using, it’s pretty,” he mused, his eyes fixated on the burgundy striped paper curling around the jar in Bonnie's hands.

“Thanks,” she smiled. “Gotta keep the jars safe, you know? I don’t want them to break and make a mess in the bag.”

“Well, I appreciate the gesture. Not too many shop owners around here seem to put in the level of care you do. I mean, even down to the decor… I can tell there’s a lot of love in this place. I can only hope my shop can feel a fraction as nice as this.”

“You have a shop?” Bonnie asked, raising an eyebrow as she slid the bag of griffin tooth closer to him.

“I do! Wonka’s Chocolate Shop, down at the Gallery Gourmet.”

“Chocolate… Is that what you need all this griffin tooth for?”

“Sure is! Not all at once, of course, but it never hurts to have a little extra… You should come by! I’ll let you taste test the batch I use your ingredients for.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Bonnie said, offering a nod and a smile.

Willy put his hat back on, tipping it to her as he picked up the bag and headed for the door. “Bonnie was it?”

“Yep, that’s me!”

“I will definitely be back.”

[murswrites]

2022 summary of writing

i did this last year and thought i'd do it this year as well!!

feburary;

feb 5) blush red - matt murdock blurb

feb 14) coffee beans - joel miller blurb

feb 20) natural - adrian chase blurb

feb 21) besties 4 the resties part 1 - adrian chase one-shot

feb 25) jealous - adrian chase blurb

feb 26) besties 4 the resties part 1 - adrian chase one-shot

feb 28) never deal with demons - bonnie gold one-shot

march;

mar 1) besties 4 the resties part 3 - adrian chase one-shot

mar 8) coming out part 2 - peaky blinders preference

mar 9) indigo night - bonnie gold drabble

mar 11) fluff alphabet - adrian chase

mar 16) crushed - bonnie gold one-shot

mar 16) liar liar, pants on fire - adrian chase blurb

mar 20) stoic soldier - matthias helvar blurb

mar 21) the devil of hell's kitchen - matt murdock one-shot

mar 28) none is fair in love & war - benedict bridgerton one-shot

mar 31) muse of mine - benedict bridgerton blurb

mar 31) dangerous silence - mal oretsev blurb

mar 31) flirting with a wall - bruce wayne blurb

mar 31) rude awakening - alina starkov blurb

mar 31) malleable boy - bonnie gold blurb

mar 31) her deadly wish - yennefer of vengerberg blurb

mar 31) fluff alphabet - yenneger of vengerberg

april;

apr 1) wide awake - bruce wayne blurb

apr 5) the sun summoner - mal oretsev blurb

apr 7) snowdrops - bruce wayne blurb

apr 16) motor mouth - benedict bridgeton drabble

apr 16) the gate of hell - matthias helvar one-shot

june;

jun 11) dealer o' mine - eddie munson drabble

jun 29) class of 2022 - steve harrington one-shot

july;

3 years of murswrites masterlist

jul 6) date night - steve harrington headcanon

jul 8) run boy run - eddie munson one-shot

jul 9) pure magic - eddie munson drabble

jul 15) 2 peas in a pod - will byers headcanon

jul 16) a little sampler - eddie munson one-shot

jul 19) boyfriend material - steve harrington one-shot

jul 24) random eddie munson headcanons

[sleepypeaky]

little christmas

bonnie gold x reader

request: A cute simple Christmas Eve with Bonnie??💜

a/n: ok so please let me know if anything is off regarding romani traditions- i really tried to find stuff but i dont know if its right. I hope you like it! I sure do!

The mulled wine was done just as the first flurries fell from the sky on christmas eve.

You lifted the pot over two mugs and filled them to the brim with the steaming liquid. The spices from the wine and the smell of woodsmoke gave the vardo a heavenly aroma.

“Its readyyyy!” You called as you made your way over to your and Bonnie’s bed, handing him the mugs so you could get cosy under the blankets. 

You were sitting beside one another and gazing out the small window next to the bed, the carved wooden window framing the wintery scene like a painting.

"mm this is wonderful!” Bonnie hummed as he sipped his drink. 

You looked over your shoulder at the small christmas tree in the corner of the room. Eyeing the candles on the branches, you asked (for the third time)

“are you sure thats safe? that cant be safe.” 

Bonnie chuckled and put down his mug, “I promise you its safe! I’ve had a tree just like that for my whole life....so probably.”

“Bonnie!” You gasped and swatted him playfully as he laughed. “Its a legitimate concern! Lighted candles on a flammable tree in a small space-”

“Y/n” He cut you off by bringing a hand to your chin to face him. “it’ll be fine, just look how perfect everything is.” He gestured around.

Everything was perfect, the soft glow of the stove, the view (of bonnie, and the snow). You leaned forward and kissed him softly. 

“oh wait!” He said and abruptly got out of the bed.

He scurried over to a cabinet and took out a tin before returning. “I got these for you today.”

He handed you the tin, which, you discovered to your delight, was full of Pfeffernüsse.

“oo yummy!”  You squealed and took one out for you and one for Bonnie.

You nestled in closer to him and watched the snow fall outside, the only sounds were the ticking of a clock and the tiny tap of snow against glass.

Later, you were curled up together in the glow of the dying fire, distantly, you heard the clock strike 12.

“Merry christmas bonnie.” You mumbled.

“merry christmas love.”

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[myriadimagines]

hey! congrats on your milestone♡ can i request a peaky blinders ship drabble with a male chara + prompts 6 and 88? i'm painfully shy at first that i seem unapproachable, but once you get to know me, i'm passionate in what i love, loyal, and easily flustered. i love music, books and stargazing. i can also be a huge softie to my favourite person uwu thank you♡

Characters: Reader x Bonnie Gold

Warnings: —

Prompt: 06. “I’ll walk you home.” & 88. “I still love you.”

Word Count: 406

A/N: it was between finn and bonnie for this one!! but thank u so much, i hope u like it!! i didnt feel like creating a backstory for this so the reader and bonnie’s past is up to ✨interpretation✨

NOT TAKING ANYMORE REQUESTS!

“I’ll walk you home.”

You stare at Bonnie, heart skipping beats in your chest. He shyly offers you the tiniest smile, eyes nervously searching yours, looking for answers he’s not even sure he wants to find. You gulp, swallowing all the words you’ve been afraid to say, worried they might spill from your lips before you can stop them. You nod, and Bonnie gestures, offering for you to walk first, and you take in a deep breath before you take the first step.

You walk side by side, arms brushing, so tantalisingly close, both too close and not close enough. You wonder if it’s possible to yearn for something you thought disappeared, but being with him brings back feelings you thought you had forgotten. He still smells like freshly cut grass, the scent of nature, and you long to reach out, to hold his hand. Both of you walk in silence, shoulders slumped, feeling the heaviness of your emotions bearing down on you.

The night is quiet, the air is cold, and Bonne wants to drape his jacket over your shoulders but he stops himself. Perhaps it’s too much, he worries, despite being such a small gesture. But as you walk closer to your house, Bonnie wishes the street would continue stretching on, so he could spend more time with you, spend an eternity with you under the moonlight. 

You stop at your door, turning to face Bonnie. His young face looks tired, looks like he’s seen too many things he shouldn’t have. He’s never been able to sleep properly ever since your breakup, but you don’t know that. His lips part, and you hold your breath, but your heart betrays you, beating him to it before he can even utter a word.

“I still love you.” you blurt, and your heart aches, and you feel regret and relief and think you might be able to finally breathe easy now that the truth is out in the open. 

“I know,” Bonnie responds quietly, and he steps closer to you, pressing the gentlest kiss on the top of your head. You close your eyes, feel his hands rest on your shoulders as you lean into his chest, and you wish that you could stay in his arms. But eventually, his hands fall away from you, and he steps away, off the front steps of your building. He looks up at you, smiling, “I still love you, too.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Temporary (Bonnie Gold Oneshot)

((PEAKY BLINDERS SEASON 5 SPOILERS))

Character/s: Bonnie

Word Count: 1,033

Requested: anon

Prompt/s: Patchwork, Safety Pin

Tag List: @dontdowhatisayandnobodygetshurt @myriadimagines @lilyswritings @encounterthepast @writerdream22 @death-of-a-mermaid @lotsoffandomrecs @woahitslucyylu @obsessedunicorn24 @thedarkqueenofavalon @fangirlsarah16 @theshelbyclan @creativemayhems @soleil-dor @thegirlwithoutaname87 @fifty-shadesof-tommyshelby @riana-jannat

A/N: This turned out a lot darker than I anticipated, but also what's new, y’know? Idk why, but I've been struggling with this so much. I absolutely love the concept, and even wrote an entirely different oneshot, I guess I'm just feeling insecure about my writing. None of it feels right. Nonetheless, I don't think writing a third version would help lol. I hope you like this and I hope it's not as awful as I feel it is!!! Feedback is always appreciated 💜💖💜

Summary: The only thing keeping you going is Bonnie 💕

Gif Credit: @bills-skarsgards :)

FIC MASTERLIST PART ONE. / PART TWO. / PART THREE.

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WANNA REQUEST A FIC?

Mud caked feet. Bleeding, torn soles pricked by thorns, by the hard ground, wounds full, choking on soil, on maggots, infection an old friend. Mother nature, in her infinite wisdom, had never been so unforgiving. Ruthless. Demonic. Nails broken, falling one by one in a gruesome attempt to lead you back to a home burning at the stake, discarded along the path of sharp turns, blurry edges. Screaming leaves rustling in the wind, crying out, threatening to fall, to leave you, just as the world fell from under you, as the sun solemnly set. Not out of her own will, her own power. The dark of the night draped over you, the wind biting, starved, the stars nothing but a mockery, finding solace in your pain. Your golden boy, with his sweet summer air, gone. Alone. Again.

Time itself an afterthought. Days and nights meant nothing. All you could do was run. Directionless. Heartless. Cold blooded. A voice between the trees, in the shadows, hummed in the twisted tunes of the crickets when they hushed you to sleep: give up. What more was there? A life cut short. Sliced. Diced. Fucking decapitated. Hung on a cross to atone for their sins. The worst kind of ending. Give up, give in, let go. Lay amongst the woods and wait. Decompose. To be picked apart until you were nothing but a pile of bones. Pray to any god who listened with compassion. Make it quick, painless, at the least dignified. Erase those dark eyes so scared, so knowing, staring you down.

He shouldn't have known where you were, he shouldn't have been able to see you in your hidden place, but he did. He always did. One word. An urge, and edge, in his silence. Run. Before things got bad, he meant. Before the gun struck him again, before they dragged him and tied him, your golden boy made only of blood. Before he hung by his wrists. Before your worst nightmare came true. Before your death. Inescapable. Run. To safety. To somewhere else. Away. Quickly, now. It would have been easy, effortless, even bliss, but he put up a fight every single day. It was who he was. You wouldn't go easy, either. Instead, you walk now, with a limp, with aches you'll never rid yourself of. The safety pin pricking your finger, drawing blood, ironic, really. A ring, in its own right. Engagement. Bent to make the shape. He needed you so much in that moment there was no time to wait, to think. Over the fire, your linens drying, blowing in the breeze, the warmth of him wrapped around you when you say it, when you say yes. Your golden boy, fiancé, all yours, and you, his. A vow, when the time came, for a real ring, a real wedding, a real life together. The world was perfect when it was only the two of you, though.

All you had left of him, the red across your palm.

You knew the life he was chasing, the dream, the want not to be forgotten. Playing toy soldier with people like that, it was dangerous. You thought it'd get him hurt, make your golden boy a patchwork of plastic bits and pieces until there was nothing left of his sweetness, like the rest of them. Temporary, he promised. It hadn't been a lie, but the words he spoke, he found hard to believe as they cut his tongue. The uncertainty dripping in his tone. Hand on your cheek, cupping your face, holding you together. Undeserving of him, his kindness, generosity, his dreams. The things he chased, the things that lived in all his stories. His voice, a lullaby. You were alone. No one by your side, not even your shadow. Forgotten by blood, by those who promised they'd never leave, discarded in the gutter. With him, you had a place to call home and a person to come home to. Your Bonnie, baby faced, naïve, too loving for his own good, head lost in the clouds. Always would be the first thing you noticed about him. The last, too. High above the world, in life and death. Excited, proud in his own shy way. Kissing his face tenderly after every match in the ring, hoping that would cure those black and blue bruises. Even now, a part of you resisted the want to turn back, to spend your future with him the way you intended.

The good in you. The good in this world. Lost. Murdered. The shell around you growing thicker, stronger, emotionless. Regret on the tip of your tongue, in the tears you cried, the sobs you tried to quiet, as if all the bad that ever followed you, your genetic default, putting him in harms way. You weren't sure how long it'd been. Weeks. Months. Lifetimes. Found. Dragged. Hushed, cooed, the way someone would a baby. Blank. A bed. Bandages. Around your legs, feet, smaller around your finger. His ring pried from your cold hands, thrown into the abyss. Men and women in white, missing their angel wings, their halos, their clouds. Each careful, quiet, preventing anymore pain. Speaking softly, incoherently. Not a word from your own mouth. Nothing left to say. In and out, from this world into the next. Never a sign of him, though. Not a whisper, a hint, he was simply gone. Awake. Asleep. You planned, plotted. Those men, the singing, the chanting, Billy's Boys. You'd find them, whoever they were, whatever they were. You'd make them pay the way he had. Take the light from their eyes without a moment of hesitation. Put them through what they put him through. Make them repent. Nothing mattered anymore. Nothing would, not until you tracked them down, until your golden boy, with his big dreams and grand promises, could rest easy knowing they lay in shallow graves.

Even now, your mind and body healing, the need to hunt gnawing away, none if it could stop the anticipation, the wanting, to see him standing there, in the doorway, his grin lopsided in just the right places. Once again, this time with certainty, promising all of this would only be temporary.

[smallheathgangsters]

Winner’s Kiss | B.G.

A/N: This is short but very sweet and I just love Bonnie a lot. Also, thank you Anon for requesting this, your ask was the reason I actually started wanting to write for Bonnie and I hope you’re enjoying my series for him! 🧡

Request: “your stuff!!!! the quality!!!! you are so damn talented!! can i pls get a prompt 40 with bonnie gold if u write for him. ik not many do but hes my boy 🥺 thank u queen” by Anon

Pairing: Bonnie Gold x Reader

Word Count: 861

Type: pure fluff

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You tried so hard not to flinch every time Bonnie’s opponent struck, but it was impossible. The fear of your boyfriend being dangerously hurt was overwhelming. Seeing his pretty face streaming with blood, his left eye swollen and slowly turning blue. It wasn’t a sight you enjoyed. But it didn’t matter. Because all that mattered to you, was Bonnie being happy. And boxing made Bonnie happy.

Even though the crowd was loud, cheering and roaring, the only thing you heard was Bonnie’s panting. And as long as your ears were filled with the sound of his deep, controlled breaths, you were okay.

You watched as Bonnie dodged a punch and immediately responded with an unexpected blow, his fist meeting the other man’s jaw from below, sending his head back with force. Bonnie didn’t wait for the opponent to compose himself, hitting him in the temple only a split second later and bringing him to his knees with it.

Seeing your boyfriend towering over the man, most likely half a head taller and quite a lot heavier than him, made you jump out of your seat, letting out an excited cheer. Your clenched fist was thrown into the air, celebrating Bonnie’s victory.

The referee grabbed Bonnie’s wrist, holding his arm up in the air to announce his triumph to the audience, making the place erupt into deafening jubilation. The atmosphere and the huge smile on Bonnie’s face made your chest almost burst of how proud you were of him.

You noticed Bonnie’s eyes searching the crowd for you. When he spotted your tiny self in between all the men, he sent you a cheeky grin before mouthing I love you. You replied to his sweet gesture with a smile and nodded your head into the direction of the fitting rooms, letting him know you’d be waiting for him back there. Then, you started pushing yourself through the spectators.

When you arrived in the back room, where Bonnie had his clothes and belongings, you hopped onto the table in the middle of the space, swinging your legs back and forth lazily while waiting for him.

Surprisingly, it didn’t take long until he burst through the door, the broadest grin plastered on his face.

“Is that a winner I spot?” you greeted him, laughing.

“This was one of the best fights I’ve ever had!”

You couldn’t stop smiling at how overjoyed Bonnie was. So much, that your cheeks eventually started burning. “I’m so proud of you, Bonnie.”

“You are?”

“Of course! Now come here and let me give you a kiss!” you exclaimed, moving your index finger to emphasise your wish.

He took a few steps towards you but stopped just before you could reach him. “But I’m all sweaty and bloody … and a little bit gross.”

You rolled your eyes at his cute pout and let out a huffed laugh. “Don’t be stupid. Since when do I care about some blood and sweat?”

With that, you leaned forward slightly, trying not to slide off the table and grabbed his hand. You pulled him closer gently and moved your hands up to cup his face. “And by the way, you’re too beautiful not to touch. Even with that blue eye of yours.”

Your last sentence was paired with a cocky wink.

There was nothing in the world you loved more than the blush that appeared on Bonnie’s cheeks whenever you complimented his appearance. The way he scrunched up his nose as if he were trying to deny it although knowing you wouldn’t appreciate it at all.

“I love you, okay? And even though I’m scared shitless every time I see you up there in the ring, I cannot wait to see you grow and get even better than you already are,” you whispered, while having your foreheads touch.

“How do I deserve you?” he breathed, closing his eyes.

Another smile chased along your lips. Then, you closed the gap between you and him, kissing him passionately. A warm, fuzzy feeling took over your body and you couldn’t remember a moment in your life you’d felt happier than right now, wrapped up in Bonnie’s loving touch.

Just as you thought you’d completely melt away, the door was slammed open, making you and Bonnie jump away from each other in surprise.

Bonnie’s coach stood in the door frame, giving the two of you a weird look. “I wanted to ask Bonnie if he wanted to join us for a drink, y’know … to celebrate. But I see, he’s already celebrating.”

“Fuck off,” Bonnie chuckled, giving you an apologising look.

“We’ll be at the Garrison,” his coach muttered and quickly closed the door again. Bonnie moved his hazel eyes back to you and took a step closer again, slipping his arms around your waist. “Sorry for that.”

“It’s okay,” you grinned. “Don’t you want to join them?”

Bonnie snorted. “Are you being serious? They can wait. All I want to do right now is be with my pretty lady.”

“Are you sure?”

He nodded and gave you a quick peck on the lips. “There’s absolutely no rush, Y/N. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

[blinder-secrets]

Bonnie and 💌🌹

xoxo

‘Bon, what’s this?’

You toy with the corner of the envelope in front of you, trace along its back and over until you’re picking up the stem set atop it. When he doesn’t answer, you turn to him, question repeating in your expression.

He looks at you like he doesn’t understand, or rather, like he doesn’t understand that you don’t understand, like you may have banged your head on the way in and forgotten all things entirely, like you’re asking him to explain the world in a breath.

‘Well,’ he says slowly, ‘it’s a rose, dove, and a letter. A card, from me.’

You smile, tucking the laugh back behind your tongue. I know that, you think, I know that you perfectly innocent boy. Free of judgement even when he thinks you’re going barmy.

‘I didn’t know we were doing Valentines,’ is what you say instead. ‘I haven’t got you anything.’

The smile flicks across his face in answer, quick as a punch. ‘Course you have,’ he says, ‘you’re here, aren’t ya?’ Then he crosses the room in two steps, eager, excitable as always. ‘I haven’t wanted more than that, ever. Never will.’

You don’t ask if he means it, because he never lies about these things. He never lies in general. You just kiss him and let him kiss you. That’s the exchange; a card, a rose, you, forever.

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valentines ask game + drabbles already posted

[peakyswritings]

RULES

Characters I write for:

Tommy Shelby

John Shelby

Arthur Shelby

Finn Shelby

Michael Gray

Isaiah Jesus

Bonnie Gold

Luca Changretta

Polly Gray

Ada Shelby

What I write for:

Romantic relationships that involve adult people

Content that might be triggering, as long as it makes me comfortable (I will always put a warning)

What I don’t write for:

Polyamorous relationships (it’s not because I don’t consider them valid, it’s because I don’t know much about them and I don’t want to misrepresent them)

Smut

Romanticised abuse/mental illness/triggering content

Romantic relationships that involve minors

If you want to know if I received your request, check this list!

I won’t answer my asks unless I’m refusing your request, but don’t worry, as long as you follow the rules I won’t refuse it!

Keep in mind that English is not my first language, so be kind and if you notice any mistake tell me and I’ll be happy to follow your advice!

Please don’t send me requests that have already been accepted by other blogs

[the-west-meadow]

I don't know if you write for him, but how about Bonnie Gold and reader with 1 and 9 if that's okay? If not you could pick any character if you want if you feel more comfortable! Thank you so much!!

Heck yeah I’ll write for Bonnie! I’m all about writing for underrepresented characters. If anyone else has a request, choose from this list! I hope you like this, anon :)

Prompt: “That’s starting to get annoying.” & “You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

Bonnie Gold x Reader

The thunderstorm came up suddenly. Bonnie had brought you to the city that day to see some of the places where he had fought and won. They were adding up quickly— he couldn’t seem to lose a match. Soon, his name would be known all over Birmingham, and you couldn’t be more thrilled. You hung on his every word, watching how his eyes lit up when he recounted his fights with some of the most famous boxers in the city.

Thankfully, you were within distance of his flat when the rain began. He grabbed you around the shoulders suddenly, and the two of you sprinted up the sidewalk. You were used to coming here by now— it was a far cry from the Romani camps you were used to, and you loved being part of Bonnie’s other life in the city.

Bonnie’s cap and overcoat were soaked, but he helped you out of your jacket first, slipping it from your shoulders as he watched you wiggle out of the sleeves. He hung up your soaking jackets side by side, and flung himself with a sigh upon his bed.

“Fuck. I didn’t get to show you the ring where I’ll be fighting this weekend.”

You sprawled out beside him and jumped when a sudden clap of thunder shook the windows. Bonnie grinned at your reaction.

“Are you scared?” he asked, amused. 

“That startled me!”

“Didn’t see me jump.”

You hit him on the arm, and he fell over laughing. The greatest upcoming boxer in the city was easily defeated by your touch. You settled back against his pillows, watching the rain with arms crossed. The thunder came again— this time with a shriek from you.

“That’s starting to get annoying,” you said, but Bonnie was doubled over laughing. “What?”

He shook his head, unable to speak through the laughter.

“Oh my god, Bonnie. I can’t help it!”

“Sorry. Sorry.” He wiped his eyes, taking a deep breath. “I’m done.”

But the thunder came again, and as hard as you were trying to brace yourself, you almost jumped out of your skin— this one shook the whole building. Bonnie wrapped both his arms around you, holding you tight and giggling into your shoulder.

“I’ll protect you from the scary thunder, Y/N.”

You pushed him away in mock outrage.

“That’s it! You’re banished, Bonnie Gold. Get the fuck away, now.”

He stopped laughing, now indignant.

“What? You can’t banish me! This is my bed too!”

You froze, grinning a little at his slip of the tongue— my bed too.

“Does that mean it’s my bed first?” you said slyly.

But Bonnie just looked at you with innocent, pleading eyes. He usually clammed up when anything involving feelings came up, but you could see them written all over his face.

“It’s as good as yours,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered, but you wanted to tease him a little more.

“What does that even mean?”

“Well, you’re here all the time… sleeping next to me.”

You could see what a challenge this was for him, but you believed in this champion.

“So…” you said, urging him gently.

He took a steadying breath, looking right into your eyes. Your heart melted a little; those dark eyes took away your every defense. You knew now why he was such a good fighter.

“I been thinking you should live here with me.”

Instead of speaking, you reached out to touch his chest, where his you could see his skin through his t-shirt. It had been distracting you this entire time. You saw his eyelids flutter at your touch.

“Might as well,” you murmured, easing him down with the palm of your hand on his chest. He easily fell to you. With your wet hair hanging over him, you inched closer to his lips.

“You hear that?” he whispered.

“What?”

“The rain’s stopped—“

But you kissed him, warm and damp with rain, your hands clenching his t-shirt, and a moan of relief escaping his body.

“Is this a yes?” he mumbled against your lips.

“Yes,” you whispered. “Yes, yes, yes.”

[lavenderlucy]

Bite Your Tongue

Hi everyone! Here's a little “truth serum” drabble loosely based on season four (Pre-Silas and Caroline and Tyler did break up). Bonnie and Caroline experiment with a truth spell and Caroline gets stuck with the consequences. I’m still pretty new at this so please be kind. Enjoy! 

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Bonnie Bennett was at the very top of Caroline’s shit list today. Now she knew why vampires hated witches so much. Not that she truly hated her friend, but she certainly understood the sentiment. Ever since Bonnie started working with Professor Shane she had been practicing different kinds of magic that made Caroline more than a little uncomfortable. But never let it be said Caroline was unsupportive of her friends, so when Bonnie asked for a volunteer for a new spell, Caroline agreed and played guinea pig. Stupid, stupid, stupid. Caroline swore to herself that if she found a way out of this she would never get within spitting distance of magic ever again.  

When Caroline got to Bonnie’s house she listened to her friend explain that this spell would be a game changer when it came to dealing with the Originals that were still taking up residence in their town.

“Trust me, Care. This could really work.” If Caroline had a dollar for every time she had been bitten in the ass for trusting her friends, she would be a very rich woman.

“Is it safe? I mean you aren’t going to like accidentally kill me or anything are you?” Caroline asked, nervousness evident in her voice.

“It’s completely safe, Care. I promise.”  Bonnie’s answering smile didn’t exactly put her at ease.

Overly trusting, stupid bitch would be on her gravestone. Before Caroline could actually agree to the spell, Bonnie started chanting. Caroline found herself unable to move and she tried to tell Bonnie to stop, but by the time she could get her friend’s name out of her mouth, the chanting stopped and the spell was complete. Bonnie looked at her like she was examining her under a microscope.

“Well?” Caroline prompted, eyebrows raised. “Did it work?”

“Who really broke my Barbie when we were six?” Bonnie asked.

“What? What does that have to do with any- me!” Caroline threw her hands over her mouth and looked at Bonnie in shock, eyes wide.

“I knew it! And yes, it worked. It’s a truth spell. The subject of the spell can’t lie. Don’t you see, Care? We could ask Klaus or Rebekah or even Kol anything and they have to answer! We could find out straight from them where the white oak stake is or if there’s another way to kill them. Shane thinks this spell could be valuable.” Delight danced in Bonnie’s eyes.

“Oh of course Professor Creepy thinks it’s a good idea. Are you freaking kidding me, Bonnie Bennett?! All of this for witchy compulsion?” Bonnie knew how she felt about her mind being messed with. “How do you know it would even work on them? And how you know they won’t kill us all as soon as they realize what the spell does?” She was fuming. She could feel rage seeping into her veins and she knew she needed to leave before she could no longer control herself.

“Relax, Care. I’ll break the spell right now. Right after one more question.” Caroline’s body prickled with suspicion and she saw something she didn’t recognize in her friend’s eyes. Professor Creepy has got to be brainwashing her.

“Bonnie I swear to God, do not ask me-”

“Do you have feelings for Klaus?” Bonnie asked pointedly. From the calculated expression on Bonnie’s face Caroline knew she had been planning to ask this very question from the beginning. She wondered if Shane put her up to it. Shane had an unhealthy obsession with the Originals. Caroline wouldn’t put it past him not to know about Klaus’s soft spot for her. Caroline bit her tongue until she tasted blood and glared at Bonnie. She hoped she conveyed just how betrayed and enraged she felt through her eyes. “Yes,” she bit out lowly. “Now undo the spell, Bonnie. Right fucking now.”

Bonnie closed her eyes and started chanting again. Caroline waited for something to happen, but the feeling she got when Bonnie did the spell the first time never came. Bonnie’s chanting grew louder for a few moments before she stopped.

“What are you doing?” Caroline questioned. “Why did you stop?”

“I-I can’t undo the spell. It’s not working. I-” Bonnie looked panicked that her magic wasn’t working.

“Figure it out, Bonnie!” Caroline yelled. “Look, figure out a counter spell and call me when you do. I need to leave,” Caroline spat out before storming out of Bonnie’s house, the door slamming behind her with a satisfying smack.

Caroline let out a frustrated growl and continued walking away from Bonnie’s house and into the nearby woods. She needed to take out her anger on something living, and since killing a human was out of the question, a deer would have to do. She let her monster out and flashed deeper into the woods to hunt. She couldn’t tell her friends, but using her gifts was exhilarating. She loved how powerful and dangerous she felt. Within minutes she hunted down a deer and sunk her fangs in.

When she finished feeding she straightened and wiped her mouth, catching any stray drops of blood. She took a grounding breath and turned back in the direction of Bonnie’s house, calmer than before and ready to help her find a solution to her situation. She barely took another step before she caught a familiar blur speeding toward her in the corner of her eye. Klaus stopped in front of her, smirking and handsome. Why today of all days? Caroline tipped her head back to look at the sky, not believing her bad luck.

“Hello, sweetheart. Out for an afternoon stroll? Although by the looks of it you’ve been hunting. Back on the animal diet then?” He tucked his hands into the pockets of his designer jeans and took a step closer, eyes bright and mischievous.

“Yes! I needed to let off some steam so I came to the woods to hunt so I wouldn’t hurt a human.” The words came out of Caroline’s mouth before she could even think about trying to stop them. She rolled her eyes and swore under her breath. “Look, Klaus you need to stay away from me today. I mean it!” She backed away from him as she spoke, eyes wide and looking for her easiest and quickest escape route. She knew she couldn’t outrun him, but she could certainly try to put some distance between them.

Klaus took a step toward her and put his hands out like he was trying to calm a scared animal. “Caroline, love. What’s—“

“No!” Caroline shouted and closed the space between them and pressed her fingers against Klaus’s lips, effectively cutting off his question. His eyebrows rose in question.

“Please don’t ask me any questions. Please.” Her eyes bore into his, silently begging him to comply. After a few more seconds she slowly removed her hand from his warm mouth. In the back of her mind she wondered what it would feel like against her own mouth instead. Bad, Caroline. She shook the thought from her head while Klaus looked at her in silent confusion. Great. Now he thinks you’re insane.

Klaus gripped her upper arms and peered down at her, worry clouding his features. “Love, tell me what’s wrong. I can help you.”

Caroline shook her head and looked away from him. His proximity and masculine, woodsy scent was overwhelming her already heightened senses. Klaus moved one of his hands to her jaw and turned her face back to his.

“Come now, Caroline. It can’t be that bad,” he reasoned. He continued to scan her features for any clues of what she wasn’t telling him. Caroline’s face heated under his gaze. He took another moment to look at her before his face turned hard, eyes sharp, and asked, “Alright what did your little friends do now? What is going on?”

She knew he probably thought her friends were engaging in another plot against him. She bit her lip until she drew blood. Klaus’s eyes were immediately drawn to the action. “Caroline, tell me. What is happening?” He rasped. Caroline could see lust building in his eyes as he watched her lick away a drop of blood from her bottom lip.

“Bonnie worked with Professor Shane to make a truth spell and she tested it on me. They want to use it on you and your family to get information about your weaknesses. She didn’t tell me what the spell was or what she wanted to do with it until after she cast it.” Desire evaporated from Klaus’s blue eyes and was replaced by rage and wolf gold. His grip on her arms tightened almost painfully before he let her go. He walked backward a few steps and ran a hand through his hair in exasperation.

“Are you insane?” He yelled. He ignored Caroline’s whispered, “no” before continuing. “You let a baby witch who doesn’t even understand her powers yet experiment on you! You don’t have any idea of the possible consequences of what you’ve done. For fuck’s sake, Caroline!” Caroline was surprised by his outburst. She knew he cared about her, but he seemed genuinely upset that she put herself in danger. He wasn’t even focusing on the plot against his family. “Children,” he muttered under his breath before asking, “Did the witch say how long the spell lasts?”

“We-we don’t really know. Bonnie tried to undo it after I freaked out, but she couldn’t do it.” Caroline bit her lip again, trying not to think about how hot Klaus looked when he was angry. Totally not the time!

Klaus looked her up and down, eyes dark, before approaching her once again. He raised his fingers to her face slowly and pulled her lip from her teeth. He brushed his thumb across her lips before trailing his hand down her jaw and neck. Caroline tried not to let herself be affected by his touch, but it was impossible. All of her nerves were on fire and the heat was spreading. She’d been fighting her feelings for Klaus for months and she couldn’t do it anymore. Klaus didn’t look in any better shape than she was. He was breathing harshly and staring at the porcelain skin he was touching. He met her eyes and spoke, voice deep, “Do you like this?”

“Yes,” she replied, moving impossibly closer to Klaus.

“Do you want me to touch you more?” Klaus looked like he was barely holding himself back from ravishing her right there in the woods.

“Yes. I want you to touch me.” She tilted her head to look up at him before surging up and pressing her lips to his. Yes. Klaus quickly took control of the kiss and deepened it, his tongue licking the seam of her mouth. Caroline gasped and he took advantage of the opening and brushed his tongue along hers. She always wondered what it would be like to be kissed by Klaus. After all, he had a thousand years of practice. He definitely did not disappoint. She knew she would be ruined after this. No one could ever compare to the feeling of his lips moving over hers. Caroline bunched the fabric of his dark gray Henley in her hands before running them up to his shoulders and into his dirty blonde curls. Klaus circled his arms around her waist and pulled her firmly into his body. Caroline tugged on the ends of his hair making Klaus growl in his chest. She felt her nipples tighten in response.

Klaus broke their kiss to trail his lips down to her neck. He took his time nipping and licking a spot over her pulse that Caroline didn’t even know existed. She threw her head back to give him better access and let out a breathy moan that sounded almost like his name. Before she could form a coherent thought, Klaus dropped his hands to her ass and pulled her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around his waist. She wrapped her legs around him, the skirt of her yellow sundress bunching at her hips. He flashed them forward to a tree and pressed her against it, hands moving her waist. The bark scratched her back and sent a shiver down her spine. He returned his lips to hers and stole her breath away. Caroline dropped one hand from his hair to grip his necklaces and pull him even closer. Her other hand went to the back of his neck and she dug her nails in. He groaned loudly and his hips jerked into hers in response. She gasped into his mouth at the delicious friction and rolled her hips against his. Caroline was determined to give as good as she got so she pressed her breasts against his chest and bit his full bottom lip before soothing the sting by sucking on his tongue. The growls and moans he let out traveled straight to her core. Klaus pulled the straps of her dress down her shoulders harshly and peeled the cups of her bra down to squeeze her breasts and roll her nipples between his fingers. Caroline moaned loudly and she could feel herself becoming impossibly wetter. Klaus broke their kiss and pulled back slightly to meet her eyes. His pupils were blown and ringed with gold.

“Klaus,” Caroline whined, trying to pull his lips back to hers. Klaus smirked devilishly at her before moving his lips to her ear.

“Do you want me, Caroline?” The way he said her name was downright sinful. “Do you want me to have you right here in the forest?” His lips brushed against her ear one last time before he bit her earlobe, making her cry out. His eyes met hers again as he waited for her answer.

“Yes. I want you right here.” Caroline eyes were glazed over with lust and she didn’t care that anyone could see them out in the open. She tried to lean in to kiss him, but he held her back. Klaus chucked lowly at the look of frustration on her face.

“What do you want, love?” He was teasing her, playing with her inability to lie to him. Under normal circumstances Caroline would be seriously pissed, but she couldn’t summon any feelings other than desire and lust in that moment. For some reason she found the power he had over her extremely hot. He could ask her anything he wanted and she had to tell the truth.  

“I want you to fuck me and make me come against this tree.” Caroline wasn’t typically this vocal during her romantic encounters, but she couldn’t help it. Even without the spell Klaus probably could have gotten her to make the same confession. Klaus smiled wolfishly at her before rolling his hips into hers, making her throw her head back and moan. She inwardly cursed her panties and his jeans. He’d been hard for her since the second she kissed him and right now she needed that hardness against her, inside her.

“When I have you, love, I want to take my time. I want to spread you out on my sheets and worship you until you can’t remember anything but my name. I want to spend hours between your thighs and brand myself along your body. I want to make you scream until your voice is hoarse and your body is so sated that your vampirism can’t help you. I want to fuck your tight little body right here and make you call my name to the skies, but the first time will be in my bed where I can ruin you for anyone else. I’ll make you so desperate for me that you won’t be able to even think of anything but my cock and tongue in you. But I’ll not deny you the orgasm your body is craving right now.” Klaus’s voice became deeper and his accent got thicker as he spoke. Caroline thought she might combust just from his words.

Klaus moved back from her just enough to get his hand between them. He ran his fingers over her soaking panties before moving them aside and slipping his fingers into her wetness. “Fuck, love. You’re so wet for me,” he growled. He brushed her clit once with his thumb and sunk two fingers inside her core, making Caroline cry out and moan his name. Klaus hoisted her up higher on the tree and began working his fingers inside her before taking her pink nipple into his mouth and laving it with his tongue. Caroline had never felt anything like this before. By no stretch of the imagination was she a blushing virgin, but none of her other lovers had left her as wet and desperate for touch as Klaus. She clenched her thighs tighter around Klaus as she rode his fingers.

“Klaus,” she bit out. Klaus released her nipple and began sucking and biting her neck with blunt teeth. “Tell me what you want, love, and I’ll give it you. Just give me the words.”

“Rub my clit and make me come. Please.” She begged. Klaus doubled down his efforts and put his thumb back on her clit before adding a third finger to her tight pussy. Caroline let out a strangled moan and moved her hips faster against his hand.

“That’s it sweetheart, give it to me. Ride my fingers. Come for me.” As soon as the words were out of his mouth, Caroline exploded around his fingers with a high-pitched moan and saw stars behind her eyelids. She lost track of time while she was coming. When she finally came down she met Klaus’s gaze and he looked like she was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. Her chest was heaving and his eyes dropped to watch her breasts move up and down.

“So beautiful,” he whispered. He removed his hand from her and brought his fingers to his mouth to lick away the evidence of her need for him. Caroline thought she might come again from the sight of him licking her off his fingers. She was about to try and persuade him to forgo his original plan of a bed and fuck her in the woods when he dropped her legs from his waist and righted her bra and the straps of her dress. The tree at her back was the only thing keeping her upright. Klaus pressed a gentle kiss against her lips before pulling back with a grin. He looked as wrecked as she did. She could still make out the hard line of his cock under his jeans and she sincerely hoped he wouldn’t make her wait once they got to his bed.

“Alright, love. Come with me. There’s a witch in Charlotte that owes me a favor. I’ll have her meet us at my place. She’ll be able to remove the spell.” Klaus grasped Caroline’s hand in his and began pulling her in the direction of his house. Caroline’s body finally caught up and started moving.

“But Charlotte is hours away,” She said, a smirk forming on her lips.

“I guess we’ll have to find a way to entertain ourselves in the meantime.” He looked at her over his shoulder and threw a wink at her before flashing off with her through the trees.

[murswrites]

Only You ⎯  Bonnie Gold Drabble

Pairings: Bonnie Gold x Reader Fandom: Peaky Blinders MASTERLIST Warnings: Toxic relationship, gaslighting (technically), typical Peaky Blinders stuff, yandere(?)

Angst #54: “You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now.”

A/N This isn’t like my normal Bonnie pieces but @haileyybird​‘s yandere fics are out of this world and have opened my eyes to many possibilities >:) Also the title is kinda inspired by the whole thing in Far Cry 5 of Jacob using the song “Only You” to train the player/character :)

There was a sickly feeling of terror crawling down your spine at the sight of Bonnie. He’d been acting strange, no longer the sweet boy you’d met a few months prior. You hardly noticed until he began keeping you from other people. First it had been small things, offering to do your shopping, picking up your clothes from the tailor, just... little sweet nothings.

But the longer things went on, the more you realized how controlling he was. You used to find comfort in him and now needed out. You’d asked so nicely, “Can I go out with some friends, love, I haven’t seen them in ages.” And he immediately recoiled like you’d told him you cheated.

It was like the façade finally dropped and you saw pure chaos in his eyes. “But you’ve got me? Am I not enough for you, dove?” Bonnie used his pretty face to his advantage and you almost felt bad before he grew annoyed at your silence.

He turned around almost as if to shield his anger from you and when Bonnie’s brown eyes met yours once more, he looked like he’d been crying. “All I do is for you, you know?” Bonnie grabbed your upper arms, forcing you to really look at him as he leaned closer, “You’re the only thing that’s keeping me sane right now,”

The worst thing about the whole situation, was that you believe Bonnie. There wasn’t madness behind his eyes, just so much love and it made you sick to the stomach. “You are the only person I have now,” His grip grew tighter before you kissed him as a distraction.

Then, you ran. You’d been pressed up against the side of the vardo for what felt like forever. It hurt having to fear him, he’d been the only one by your side for weeks but it was too much. Too much far too fast.

Something inside you knew this would be your only chance to escape, even if Bonnie was sweet something felt wrong about it all. One deep breath and thirty seconds later and you pushed off the side of the vardo, running toward the woods.

You must of hit your head, because you woke up in bed with Bonnie. You pushed away from him and nearly fell onto the floor, “Get away from me,” There was a tremor in your voice, causing it to waiver as you held your hand out in front of you.

Bonnie tilted his head in confusion as he looked at you, “What’s wrong dove?”

“D-do not call me that,” It was hard to look at him knowing what he’d done to keep you away from your friends.

He reached for you, only to see you recoil, “Woah, what’s wrong, please talk to me,” Bonnie seemed so innocent to what seemed to be a dream, it confused you greatly.

“I- you wouldn’t let me leave, how did I get here?” Your strong resolve was breaking as he waited for you to calm down.

“Love, s’okay, I’d never do that. What put that in your head? He sounded so kind, it was hard to keep fighting. “All is well, come here, you must have had a nightmare.” Bonnie patted the spot beside him and you stared blankly for a moment before slowly sitting beside him.

Bonnie put his arm around your shoulders and kissed the side of your head, “I’m sorry about your nightmare, love. I’d never hurt you,”

You couldn’t answer him so you just nodded, feeling conflicted.

[sleepypeaky]

Would you plz write something for my bby Bonnie?? He’s a cinnamon roll and deserves the best. Maybe a mushy thing like going to his fights or sumthin??

mini bonnie drabble

(there are like no bonnie gifs and this one doesnt even show his face gdsjfk)

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You stood nervously behind him as he fastened the gloves on.

"You know i hate this right?” You said.

Bonnie sighed and turned to you, grinning,

“Yes but its so fun!”

You let out a huff,

“How can you say that when you’re getting hammered in the face by someone twice your size!?”

“Just don’t think of it like that!” He insisted. 

You followed him out of the dressing room and down the long cement corridor.

“And how am i supposed to do that!”

The crowd wasn’t very big, but a decent amount of spectators had gathered around the roped off ring. You followed him to your seat in the front, and he hopped over the ropes onto the platform. 

The crowd cheered.

He turned back to you and leaned down over the ropes,

“I promise you i’ll be fine!” He said.

“I’m just worried, thats all.” you conceded, brushing a curl of black hair out of his face.

He leaned down and gave you a quick peck on the lips before anyone could see, and then returned to hyping up the audience.

Although you watched the next 20 mintues without breathing, you saw how happy he was doing it. You could see the glee in his eyes every time he dodged a blow and outsmarted the massive man he was fighting.

Finally, you let out a sigh of relief when he landed a punch in his opponents nose– which was now definitely broken– and the man came crashing down.

Bonnie waved his fists into the air and the crowd cheered. The people who had taken the obvious seeming bets against bonnie, grumbled and stomped away.

As he turned, he scanned the front row and found you in the crowd, sending you a gigantic, beaming smile.

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[ahundredtimesover]

Boyfriend AU Fics | JJK

Covers all stories with JK as a boyfriend (dad JK fics here). Enjoy these stories and note the angst, fluff, and smut tags! (List will be updated every month’s end based on my monthly reads) 

The love swings + The love slides by @h2yeri (f, s)

Talk to me in Korean by @softyoongiionly (s)

Transparent by @kingsuckjin (s)

Feed me, fight me by @yeojaa (a, f, s)

Chapstick by @softyoongiionly (f, s) - idol jk

Hush by @aureumjeon (s) 

Drunken proof pt1 + pt2 by @v-hope (f) 

Fast and definitely furious by @parkmuse (s)

Golden hour by @tteokggukk (s)

Untitled by @junghelioseok (f, s)

Photographs by @honeyedhoseok (a, f)

Hurts good by @mercurygguk (a, f, s)

Stay gold by @yeojaa (s)

Contentment by @btsqualityy (f, s) - werewolf au

Rough edges pt1, pt2, pt3, pt4, pt5, pt6, pt6.5, pt7 + scenario & drabble1 & drabble2 by @kjhmyg (f, s) 

An exercise in restraint by @ttttaehyungie (s)

I missed you by @lesgetittkookie (f, s) 

Shooting flowers by @monoguk (s)

Wine and cheese nights by @mimithings97 (f, s)

Mark me + Scent me by @guksthighs (s) - werewolf au

The view by @koyamuses (s)

Black market baked goods by @chaangbin (f, s)

On camera by @agustdiv1ne (s)

Down a peg by @btsracket (s)

2! 3! by @gimmesumsuga (f, s) - idol jk

Pretty boy by @inkedtae (s)

Rush series by @onlyswan (f, s)

xx(x)ii by @softyoongiionly (f, s)

Whatever it takes by @thotantics (a, s) - idol jk

L is for lunacy + S is for sexy by @kpopfanfictrash

Good girl series by @bonny-kookoo 

Cold coffee by @jungblue (s)

Let me drive by @wtf-yoongi (f, s)

The hand game by @solastia (s)

Historic moments by @moyochu (f) - workmates/teachers au

Anti-baby fever + Anti-romantic by @gashinabts (a, f, s)

Indulgence by @ppersonna (s)

Doubts by @jimlingss (a, s)

So close to perfect by @seok-jinnies (a)

Everything’s alright + Sweet Saturdays + Lucky charm by @guklore (f, s) 

Space by @jeonsweetheart (a, f)

Low libido jk by @hobiwonder (s)

Ways to say I love you by @btsmosphere (f)

Quarantine drabble by @bangtanfanficarchive (f)

Best laid plans +  Counter point by @whatifyoulivelikethat (s)

Pavlov by @btsarmy9593 (f)

Through the flames (and into the lava) by @winetae - dragon jk

Tomorrow (forever) by @alilbihh (f)

Take me to church by @illneverrecover (f, s) - gang au

Don’t sleep; fill the night with dreams by @holdinbacksecrets - idol jk

Blizzard: Let it snow by @curly-bangtan (f, s)

Happily by @grinnieyoongie (f)

Jungkook finds out he’s going to be a father by @bangtanfanficarchive (f)

Late supper by @secretmischief (a, f, s) - idol jk

BTS boyfriend scenarios by @holdinbacksecrets (a, f)

Hotel nights by @ikonrobert (s)

I love when you talk nurturing to me by @honeytae (f)

Ways to say I love you by @btsmosphere (f)

Every kind of way by @gukslut (s)

Why are you so late pt2 by @kimnjss (s) - idol jk

Jungkook tiddy fucking by @yoonpobs (s)

Addicted to u series by @ughcore (a, f, s) - friend/boyfriend au

Sweet apology by @unbeli-bubble (s)

Which, as they kiss, consume by @banqdanfnfic (s) - tattoo artist jk

Oops by @sparklingchim (s) - idol jk

Ness-tled in your embrace by @bangtanhome (s)

A little comfort, a long way by @pjmaparty (f)

Be with me by @moon-write (f)

Something wicked comes this way comes by @softyoongiionly (a, f, s)

Should I go play the lottery too? by @jungkooks-kookiee (f)

Sleeposal + Re:posal by @joyfulhopelox (f) - boyfriend/fiance jk

Gamer jaykay by @ughcore (s)

Again by @valorkook (f)

Tiger flower by @v-hope (a, f, s) - college au, smau

After rain by @pffbts (f)

Abundance by @xenizaation (s)

In which you come home drunk… by @onlyswan (f)

Maybe series by @jktones (f) - (hypothetical)

Guilty by @thesvnsins (s)

Center of attention by @bangtanintotheroom (s)

Selcouth by @99liners (f, s) 

Never (k)not you by @jiminrings (a, f) - college au

In which you’re Jungkook’s lip balm fairy by @onlyswan (f)

The event crasher by @artaefact (f) - kingsman jk

In which you’ve found comfort by @onlyswan (f)

Poster boy (ft. Yoongi) by @hamsterclaw (s) - hospital au

Let you go by @namfinessed (f)

Ilym by @parkdatjimin (a, f)

JK comes home from tour by @eoieopda (f)

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