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You’re not a freak. Yeah, I am.

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Hi everyone,

since my first Stranger Things one shot did so well I think I’ll write some more!

Please send me ideas in and whatever comes to me I’ll write about.

(I’ll take ideas for Eddie Munson and Steve Harrington)!

Much Love,

A.

#dustin stranger things #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things #oneshot #imagines #request #inbox open

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I GOT YOU BABE.

WARNING: character death, detailed description of injuries, pure sadness.

F!Henderson!reader x Boyfriend!Steve Harrington, Sister!Henderson!reader x Dustin Henderson, Reader x Eddie Munson

Summary: Y/N does a good deed for the lives of the one’s she loves.

Masterlist.

The demobats fell to the floor and everything in the Upside Down seemingly fell silent, It was so peaceful.

Y/N lay on the ground, her chest heaving up and down frantically as her injuries began to profusely bleed out onto the rough floor below her.

“Y/N!” Two voices screamed, followed by heavy footsteps.

It felt like her heartbeat was in her ears, the pounding in her head made her vision go blurry as she blinked to try and clear up her sight.

Eddie dropped to his knees beside Y/N and Dustin let out a sob as they assessed the girl’s horrific injuries. Her sides had been slashed and gnawed at to the point where some of Y/N’s ribs could be seen, her neck had slash marks as well as her legs and arms.

“No, no, no Y/N/N.” Dustin cried as he fell to the ground and pulled his sister onto his lap carefully, though she let out a choking sound as blood gurgled in her mouth, falling down the side of her face.

“Y/N stay with me, it’s nearly over, come on.” Eddie yelled as he ripped off his jacket and wrapped it around the girl’s midsection tightly, blood seeping onto his fingers as he pressed against the wound and she let out a scream of pain.

“E-Eddie st-stop.” She choked out, and Eddie shook his head profusely “No, you are going to be fine.” He felt tears brew in his eyes and fall down his cheeks.

Dustin was letting out gut wrenching sobs “I tol-told you,” Y/N began, her hand shakily lifting up and holding her brother’s hand that rest on her cheek “I-I wasn’t going t-to let anything hap-happen to you Dustin.” Eddie stopped, giving up as blood continued to pour from her wounds at her side and pool around her.

“Why? Why?” He cried, resting his forehead on Y/N’s, who closed her eyes taking in her final moments. “E-Eddie.” She called quietly, her hand reaching out for Eddie’s.

“Look after my boys for me.” She sobbed, tears falling down the sides of her face, and Eddie nodded his head as his eyes met hers “Look out for Du-Dustin, an-d tell Steve I love him.” Blood fell out the side of her mouth and Eddie nodded “I promise I will Y/N.”

She nodded “You, Eddie M-unson, are a good man.” Eddie sent her a sad smile, leaning down and kissing her forehead, his eyes squeezing shut as he savoured these last moments with her.

Y/N looked up at her brother once more “You be go-od for mom Dustin, or I’ll ha-unt you.” She tried to make her last moments lighthearted, as Dustin hugged his sister close and tight.

“Till we meet again little one.” And with that, Y/N’s last breath left her, and her eyes closed forever.

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“Henderson?” A crackling came over the walkie talkie that lay scattered a few feet from Dustin as he held his sister in his arms.

Eddie looked over as he heard what could only be Steve’s voice over the crackling static “Dustin? You copy?” Eddie picked the radio up and held it to his mouth, staying silent for a few seconds as he tried to find the right words to say.

He exhaled sharply as his eyes rest on Dustin and Y/N, holding down the button to speak “You guys uh, need to come get us.” He let go of the button as Dustin pushed some hair out of his sister’s face.

“Is everything ok?” Came over the radio and Eddie sighed, his head hanging and eyes closed as he scratched his head as a sob caught in his throat.

Dustin has fallen numb, he could not feel a thing on his body, his arms still held Y/N and that was all the strength he could muster up in that moment.

“I-It’s Y/N.” Eddie responded, his voice breaking and he let out a shaky breath and stood up, stumbling a few steps as he kneeled beside Dustin.

“We are not leaving her body here.” Dustin mumbled, his eyes never leaving his sister’s face, his eye’s following each line, and each shape of her features so he could remember them for the rest of his life.

“I know kid.” Eddie sadly responded, wrapping his arm around Dustin from behind, resting his forehead on top of the boy’s head as sobs racked their bodies once more.

The pair sat like that till Nancy, Robin and Steve found them.

“Y/N!” Steve yelled so loud as he frantically rode a bike over beside the trio, two of whom meant the absolute world to him.

Steve jumped off the bike and sprinted over, seeing a bloody body and two people hunched over it. As he came closer, Steve noticed her hair first, the familiar curls she had styled it in all the time, the rings that sat on her fingers too, all silver, now stained red.

“Oh god.” Nancy gasped as Robin joined Steve a few meters away from the familiar trio. Eddie and Dustin looked up, tear stricken cheeks and that was when Steve got a good look at her.

Her clothes were stained red, her flesh had been gnawed at so badly it made him queasy, and a large pool of blood lay around her.

His mind went back to the night before they had been trapped in the Upside Down…

Y/N and Steve danced and sang in the living room of his childhood home with large smiles on their faces “They say our love won’t pay rent,” Y/N sang as Steve wrapped his arms around her waist, the sweet melody of Sonny and Cher “Before it’s earned, our money’s all been spent.” He smiled as he admired how beautiful she had looked in that very moment. She was beautiful in every moment, but right then and there he had realised why he had fallen head over heels for her when they meet years prior.

“I guess that’s so, we don’t have a plot, but at least I’m sure of all the things we got.” Steve sang back as they swayed along to the beat of the song, the chorus ringing out loud through the empty house. “Don’t let them say your hair’s too long, cause I don’t care, with you I can’t go wrong.” Y/N ran a hand through Steve’s luscious locks of brown glory and giggled “Listen to Cher and I, never cut your hair Harrington.” Steve smiled and nodded, leaning down and kissing his girl “I promise I will keep it this way forever and ever.”

Oh how he wished he could go back to that moment.

“Steve.” Dustin sobbed as Eddie pulled away and left enough room for Steve to see Y/N. “Y/N?” Steve whimpered, his bottom lip quivering as he slowly inched down onto his knees beside Y/N.

He shakily reached out a hand, gently pushing the small hairs that fell onto her forehead and he lost it “Baby? Come on this isn’t funny, wake up.” He pulled Y/N away from Dustin and into his lap, his hands cupping her cheeks as he shook her violently.

“Steve, she’s gone.” Robin reached out for his friend who shook his head “No, no she is not.” His hair fell over his eyes as he moved frantically, refusing to let himself cry “Y/N please!” He screamed and began rocking her back and forth, the deadweight not mattering to him.

“Please, please, please no I can’t lose you, I CAN’T.” By now saliva had dripped from his mouth, hot tears fell down his cheeks and onto hers, mixing with the blood, dirt and grime on her cheeks and violent sobs wracked his body.

“I got you babe, I got you babe.” He sang gently as his cries and sobs filled the quiet void.

Dustin crawled around his sister carefully, and brought Steve in for a tight hug.

Eddie pushed himself off the ground and walked over to Robin and Nancy who too were crying watching their close friend in Steve mourn the person who he had loved the most they has ever seen.

In another life, you guys would all meet again.

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can someone write this for me if i run you through the plot……… I HAVE NO INSPIRATION TO WRITE IT IT IS KILLING ME

I have an idea for a fic with Steve Harrington x F!Henderson!reader…

#steve stranger things #steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #stranger things

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IT IS MY BIRTHDAY TODAY!

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I have an idea for a fic with Steve Harrington x F!Henderson!reader…

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please comment under this post if you would like to be tagged in a benedict fic im writing which was a request from the other day! <33

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B. BRIDGERTON x F!Cowper!Reader pt 4

summary; benedict is struggling to contain his emotions and feelings around Y/N, after all, how could he be so sure that he was completely and utterly so infatuated with her after only this short amount of time knowing her? Was it lust or was it truly love?

benedict bridgerton x f!cowper!reader

benedict bridgerton masterlist

warning; major fluff n stuff <3

A/N sorry for the huge gap between updates! i have had an extremely busy weekend but here is this update!

The Bridgerton house had fallen quite as Benedict reentered the home after sitting outside for a few hours, sketch book in hand as he sketched a picture of the full moon that hung in the sky. He quietly walked upstairs to his room, carefully and stoically to wake up any intrigued family members as the time came close to eleven o’clock.

The man swooped into his room, grabbing a coat, and his tools for sketching and painting, before heading downstairs into the kitchens, searching for the wine his mother had been drinking at dinner. As he entered he seen a butler finishing up his duties and he cleared his throat awkwardly, half not expecting the man to still be up, the other half he was annoyed someone would see him up at this time.

The butler spun on his toes and froze, though quickly remembered his manners “My lord.” He bowed his head and Benedict half smiled politely “Should you happen to know where the wine my mother was drinking at dinner would be?” Benedict asked, slipping his coat over his tools for the lesson, hoping the butler would not notice.

Benedict had taken two bottles, thanking the butler and dismissing him to go to bed, to finish the chores in the morning, before heading out onto the cool streets of London. Y/N’s family home was not too far away, it was in fact just across the large street, and too the left slightly.

Y/N layed atop her made bed, wearing a dark maroon dress that was rather simple, along with a dark coat which layed across her lap as she stared intently at the large clock on the wall adjacent to her bed. The sound of the smaller hand ticking filled the room, watching as it passed by the numbers on the clock, it was like her heart beat aligned itself with the clock as the eleventh hour came closer, and closer.

Benedict left his home quietly, and thankfully without notice, as he made his way towards Y/N’s large home at about two minutes to the eleventh hour. He anxiously held his belongings close to his chest as he walked as unsuspecting as he could, noticing a few gentlemen out on the dimly lit London streets. He bowed his head as a few gentlemen walked past him, waiting a few moments till they were gone before he slipped down the alleyway beside the Cowper home.

Y/N slid off her bed and made her way out of her bedroom quietly, eyes wide and on alert for any threat that could prevent her from going out with Benedict. She tiptoed down the stairs, forever praying that the floors had been redone since she was gone, as the creaking of the old floorboards would have alerted the whole of London she was sneaking out.

Benedict hid in the shadows, leaning against the brick wall beside the large, surprisingly bright home of the Cowper’s. To be frank he expected something darker out of the family, to match the scowls of Mrs Cowper and Cressida Cowper. All of a sudden, a hand gripped his bicep and he jumped, letting out a yelp of surprise.

“Benedict!” Followed by a giggle, and Benedict’s nostrils were filled with the heavenly scent of Y/N, and he let out a breathy laugh. “It’s only me.” She assured him and the man took a deep breath, a smile breaking out onto his face “My lady, I could have you arrested for almost killing me right then.” He teased and Y/N giggled, covering her mouth to make sure she wasn’t too loud.

“I apologise my lord, allow me to make it up to you?” As she said this Benedict turned to offer her his spare arm “I suppose that would be a sufficient apology.” Y/N’s hand slid and rested in the crook of his elbow and the two made their way onto the dark streets of London. “I have been waiting for this all day.” Y/N spoke gently, her face was covered with the hood of her coat now, but her bright smile shone stunningly under the dim lights.

Benedict smiled “As have I. I also wanted to apologise for keeping you all day, I had not realised we skipped lunch ‘till I returned home and realised how hungry I was.” Y/N shook her head “There is no need to be sorry, I was in good company so it was not at a loss.” She assured him, squeezing his arm softly to show him she was being sincere.

Benedict nodded a few times, his eye’s scanning the streets as they continued to walk in the cool air towards the studio he frequented often. “I’m excited to see your sketches and the way you work, it has always fascinated me to watch someone create such beautiful pieces out of seemingly nothing but a mere thought.” The way she spoke was so incredible, he would have proposed right then and there but he figured she deserved something slightly more romantic.

The pair arrived at Benedict’s studio, where he entered a room that was above what looked to be a bar. Benedict lit countless candles in the room to brighten it up. Y/N’s eye’s widened at the hundred’s of sketches, work in progress pieces that were scattered around the room, the easel which stood by the window across from her. Her feet pulled her towards a series of sketches and paintings of what appeared to be a woman.

This woman felt familiar to Y/N, by the colour of her dress, the way her hair sat atop of head so casually, yet formally at the same time. “Benedict, these are all beautiful.” Y/N took small steps as her eyes observed the countless paintings which hung in a row across a book shelf “Is this a series?” She asked him curiously, her head cocking too the side as she observed the sketch of the woman stood in a large room, in the door way specifically.

Benedict froze as he seen Y/N intently staring at the countless sketches and half finished paintings of herself, in the moments Benedict had wanted to remember forever. From their meeting, to dancing together at Lady Danbury’s ball, their daily promenade’s. He walked over and stood beside Y/N, his eye’s meeting his work and he swallowed before answering “Yes, I’m thinking about making a folio of these.”

He smiled and looked over at Y/N, who had pulled back the hood of her coat, her hair was out in it’s natural state, falling down her back like an elegant waterfall. “What should you call it?” She asked, reaching out and running her fingers across the one completed painting of this woman, a glass of wine in her hand, surrounded by numerous people though she appeared to be the only thing in focus.

Benedict thought for a moment, crossing his arms as he thought of an appropriate name. “What do you think I should call it?” He asked her after he was unable to come up with a name. Y/N smiled, her hand falling to her side “How about,” she paused as her eyes fell to the wine in the finished painting “Companionship through wine?” It was perfect, she was perfect.

Benedict had been staring at Y/N as she thought of and came up with the name for the series of herself. Should he tell her? “That is a perfect description.” He smiled, scanning her profile, taking in each angle and line of her face. She was truly a walking masterpiece.

“I’ll have to finish each piece before making the folio.” Benedict added and Y/N thought for a moment “I think it would be beautiful if you left them as they are and make your folio.” She added before turning to look up at Benedict “Don’t listen to me, I am simply an admirer, and you the artist.” She said embarrassed and looked away as her face flushed a dark red.

Benedict grinned “Would you like to get the lesson started?” He asked and she nodded eagerly, pulling off her coat to reveal her dark maroon dress, hanging her coat by the door on a spare hook. Benedict set two chairs up beside one another behind two easels. Y/N walked over and sat down on one of the chairs as she watched Benedict set a pear on a small table in front of them as a subject, before turning and sitting beside Y/N.

“Alright,” he began as he undid the buttons of his sleeves, rolling them up to his elbows as he continued to speak “we will start with something simple, like that pear.” He pointed to the pear which sat lonely on the table, and Y/N nodded, picking up the lead into her fingers. “The light source will be hitting the fruit, lets say from the top right corner.” Y/N nodded as she watched Benedict draw where the light source would be in the top right hand corner of the page, and she copied him.

Y/N had picked up on some drawing while overseas, she wasn’t as exceptional at it as Benedict was, but she could get by. Benedict placed his lead down and watched as Y/N began sketching the pear, her head cocking to the side as her eyes flickered between the pear and her page. Benedict was surprised as she sketched in only a few minutes, and it turned out pretty well.

“I might think you have done this before.” He smirked and she shrugged as she placed down the tools onto the ledge of the easel “Once or twice.” She stated as she looked at the sketch and was quite happy with it. Benedict nodded and grabbed one of the two bottles of wine he had brought with him and two glasses, pouring them each one.

At the sight of the wine, Y/N’s eye’s unashamedly brightened at the sight of the heavenly liquid and Benedict laughed as the light hit her at such a beautiful angle and he felt his fingers twitch. He handed her a glass and she thanked him graciously “It was a condition was it not?” He responded with a smirk and a raised eyebrow, holding up his glass towards her.

“It was, and I can still be as excited for this as if it were a surprise.” She smirked and clinked her glass against his before the two took a sip. Benedict hurriedly placed his glass down as the urge to draw her took over his limbs “Hold still.” He told her and Y/N froze, the glass up against her lips and she hummed.

Benedict worked hurriedly, his hands working meticulously and precisely to make sure he captured her beauty. Y/N sat like this for a few minutes longer, just sipping her wine in this position before Benedict sat back with a happy look on his face. “My apologies I had to sketch you, it was the perfect moment.” He spoke with such adoration Y/N felt her heart skip a few beats.

Y/N scooted her chair closer to Benedict, their legs touching sending a burst of energy through Benedict. He looked to his right, watching as Y/N leaned closer to get a look at his sketch of herself. Y/N gasped at how detailed it was for only a few minutes of his hands working wonders. “Benedict this is incredible, it looks as if it took you at least a full hour.” Benedict hadn’t heard what she said, too busy looking at her and admiring her like he would a piece of art.

Y/N turned and looked up at Benedict, a wide smile on her face and her eyes bright as she met his gorgeous green eyes and the room seemingly disappeared around the two. Y/N’s breath hitched in her throat as Benedict’s eyes flicked between her lips and eyes, and he slowly leaned forward, Y/N found herself doing the same thing.

The room had heated up since the pair had began leaning in, Y/N’s stomach was doing flips as Benedict came closer and closer to her, before their lips meant. Y/N’s free hand gripped onto Benedict’s shirt, smudging the lead from her fingers onto the clean fabric and she let out a small gasp as the kiss continued.

Benedict pushed his glass of wine onto the table that held his art supplies, before he brought his two hands to cup her face softly. Her lips were so soft, he could lose himself completely while kissing Y/N.

For a second, Benedict thought about proposing right then and there, what would stop him?

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PART FOUR OF ‘COMPANIONSHIP THROUGH WINE’ IS ALMOST COMPLETE,

AND MIGHT I JUST SAY I THINK IT IS THE BEST PART OF THE SERIES!

Should be completed very very soon ❤️❤️❤️

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Absolutely

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so i bought the bridgerton books earlier this week (first four in the series) and started reading the duke and i tuesday and just finished it tonight!!

onto anthony’s book next 😌😌

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good morning beautiful people!

going to be starting a new series where every wednesday will be my followers day.

you will all have the opportunity to send in requests for small scenarios or even simply questions that I will gladly answer for you!

so without further adieu, send me some stuff

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hi can you please add me to the taglist of ‘Companionship through Wine’ (the one with the Cowper reader) thanks

already done my love!

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B. BRIDGERTON x F!Cowper!Reader pt 3

summary; after their earlier promenade, Y/N and Benedict visit one another everyday, getting to know each other more and more leading up to the beginning of their lessons. Will Colin learn to accept Y/N? Are Benedict and Y/N not being careful?

benedict bridgerton x f!cowper!reader

benedict bridgerton masterlist

A/N enjoy this chapter, it’s kind of a filler but next chapter i will dedicate it to more benedict and Y/N!

Benedict and Y/N were on their daily promenade, though the weather was quite dreary today, the company was something of such brightness and happiness. “We can make our way too Gunter’s if you would like?” Benedict asked Y/N worriedly as a few light drops of rain fell on him from the grey skies above. “A little bit of rain will not hurt Benedict! Are you afraid of getting a little bit wet?” She teased, a grin on her face as she looked up at Benedict. The man chuckled, head hanging in embarrassment for a moment before he looked over at Y/N “If you don’t mind getting wet, then I certainly do not see a problem.” He smirked and Y/N’s jaw dropped “My Lord!” She fell into a fit of giggles, lifting a hand up to cover her mouth. Benedict began to laugh as the rain drops fell more consistently on the pair, and the many Lords and ladies out and about disappeared quickly.

“Now that it appears to be just us,” Y/N began as the pair arrived at a gazebo which sat on the edge of the lake “how should we go about our lessons?” She finished as they sat on the seat. As the pair sat, Benedict was prepared for Y/N to stop holding onto his arm, something he had come to love as she was so close to him, so close that he could smell her delicious passionfruit scent, though she continued holding onto his arm. “I shall wait for you, when the clock strikes on the eleventh hour, in the alleyway beside your home and we can walk. It is only a few streets over, and it will be too dark for anyone to tell who we truly are.” Y/N nodded along to Benedict’s plan, her mind imagining each and every step.

“Should I wear something less obvious?” Y/N asked and Benedict nodded “Perhaps something dark, but I doubt that anyone will see us that late at night.” He assured her and Y/N nodded with a smile. “This is quite risqué Lord Bridgerton.” She spoke quietly and Benedict quirked his eyebrows over at the woman “What are we to do if we do in fact get caught? Hmm?” She asked, cocking her head to the side.

Benedict’s face fell into one of seriousness as he thought of their situation for the first time “Well the ton would have to deal with yet another Bridgerton wedding would they not?” Y/N added and the two grinned at one another. “I do not see something wrong with that, especially when it is the best Bridgerton who I will be getting to marry.”

Benedict felt his ego boost at her words “The best Bridgerton?” He asked again with a smirk and Y/N rolled her eyes playfully “I am not repeating myself Benedict.” He laughed and Y/N shook her head at his rather boisterous laugh. The two continued with conversation, far into the evening, under a gorgeous orange and pink sky after the rain had cleared up “I should make haste back home, not that mama or papa would care that I am yet to be seen today.” Y/N sighed and stood up.

Benedict pulled out his pocket watch and his eyes widened at the time “As should I, mother is quite strict on family dinner’s and being together.” He paused and stood up, extending and arm for Y/N to take which she gladly accepted “Allow me to walk you home?” He asked and the woman nodded her head graciously “Of course Benedict.”

The pair walked in a comfortable silence, the streets of London containing late stragglers from their busy days out on the ton in preparation for the upcoming ball hosted by the Queen herself. The pair arrived outside the large Cowper home, and Y/N came to face Benedict “Thank you for accompanying me home Lord Bridgerton, it was extremely kind of you.” She reverted back to the proper ways she was embellished in from such a young age. “It was my absolute pleasure, have a wonderful night my lady.” Y/N’s nose crinkled at the formalities and Benedict chuckled as he noticed the small quirk of hers.

Benedict held Y/N’s gloved hand in his, bringing it up to his lips, and placed a gentle kiss too her knuckles “I shall see you soon.” Benedict mumbled against her gloved hand, sending the woman a subtle wink, before dropping her hand. Y/N curtsied “See you soon I shall.” She smiled and made her way inside her family home.

Benedict watched on as Y/N walked so elegantly up to her front door, he suddenly felt dull, like she was his spark to being so alive, he missed her being by his side. His breath caught in his throat as Y/N turned back to wave at him and he waved back awkwardly as she disappeared inside.

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“Brother!” Anthony called from the balcony of the second floor of the Bridgerton home as a Benedict walked through the front door “Just in time for dinner!” Benedict smiled and walked up the staircase too the dining room where the rest of his family sat.

Violet Bridgerton smiled as her second eldest graced his family with his presence and sat beside Eloise “Benedict! Where have you been all day?” Eloise asked with a knowing smirk as she filled her plate with food “Simply promenading sister.” Benedict responded as a chair was pulled out beside him, Colin sitting down in it. “Could it perhaps have been with Lady Cowper’s eldest daughter?” Violet pushed excitedly as she sipped on her wine. Benedict noticed the colour, red wine, and remembered he need to bring a few bottles tonight with him “Am I able to steal two bottles of that wine?” He asked a servant, ignoring his mother.

“There is many better lady’s in the ton that you could be promenading beside, instead of Y/N Cowper.” Colin spoke with such venom in his tone, and Benedict felt rage boil deep inside him. “Not now Colin.” Anthony warned sending his younger brother a stern look as Benedict busied himself by filling his plate with copious amounts of food, suddenly remembered himself and Y/N had skipped lunch.

Eloise noticed the way her brother’s change in demeanour at the mention of Y/N, especially with the tone in which she was mentioned. After her and Benedict’s many conversation’s out on the swings on their property, she could see that Benedict was truly, madly, deeply in love with Y/N Cowper. Eloise nudged her brother, Beendict’s head snapping to look over at her “You must tell me everything.” She whispered and the man smiled, simply nodding once as the table fell silent and the only sounds that filled the dining room were the clanking and clattering of cutlery on the fine plates.

Eloise finished her meal first, excusing herself from the table and pinched Benedict’s tricep through his shirt causing the man to jump in surprise. “Everything ok brother?” Anthony asked with furrowed brows at his brother’s sudden jump as Eloise left the room. Benedict nodded “Quite alright, but I am going to excuse myself.” He stood up, his chair pushing back as he sent his family a smile, and subtly followed Eloise to their spot.

He walked out into the brisk air, spotting Eloise sitting on the swing “Was it necessary to pinch me that hard?” Benedict huffed in annoyance, snatching the lit cigarette out of his sister’s hand and bringing it up to his lips as he sat in the vacant swing beside Eloise. “Well you seemed like you were off in your own little world up there,” she motioned towards his head “so I had to alert you in some way!” She laughed and Benedict shook his head, blowing out the cigarette smoke.

The two fell into a comfortable, sharing the cigarette between each other before Eloise spoke up “Tell me about her.” She looked over at Benedict and watched his entire face light up. It was silent, Benedict looked as if he were searching for the right words to utter to his sister, though gave up. “She is unlike any other.” He simply put it and Eloise grinned “Are you not in love?” She asked him and Benedict inhaled and exhaled deeply, nodding his head as he turned to look at his sister “I very much so, am in love.” He rubbed his face with his hand and chuckled.

Eloise smiled at his brother “She makes you happy?” She asked as she put out the cigarette on the ground “She does, and I believe I do make her happy too. I feel at ease around her, as if I do not have any responsibilities in the world, other than just being Benedict.” He clarified.

“If she makes you this happy when she is not around, I’d hate to see the two of you together.” Eloise teased, pushing her brother, his swing swaying side to side, bumping into hers causing the two to bark out in laughter. “I can see myself marrying her, in a beautiful yet simple wedding, just our families, maybe we just elope…” he trailed off and Eloise groaned “Ok I am quite sick of you being all lovey dovey now, so it is time I retire to bed.” Benedict smiled from his seat at his sister’s words as she pushed herself up onto her feet.

“Night Ben.” She called walking off “Night El.”

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HI EVERYONE, TO MAKE THINGS EASIER IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE ON THE TAG LIST FOR ALL MY BRIDGERTON FICS (ESPECIALLY BENEDICT) PLS COMMENT UNDER THIS POST!

also, will try to get part three out of the Cowper!reader series sometime tomorrow <333

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Could I request a smut with sub Benedict? 👀

BENEDICT BRIDGERTON X READER

Warning; 18+ NSFW MINORS DNI! oral (f recieving), p in v, dirty talk, praising

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A/N I apologise for how terrible this is, I am not very good at writing swapped roles like this, but hope you enjoy nonetheless!

The night had dragged on, far too long for your liking at one of the many balls you were forced to attend with your loving husband Benedict for his younger siblings who were still to marry. You would much rather be locked in a tower with your loving and doting husband, than be at these events. Ever since you and Benedict met, you were both so in love with one another, you entered that honeymoon phase and failed to leave still two years into your marriage. “You have one too many thoughts in that pretty head of yours, care to share?” A voice mumbled from beside you as you sipped on your flute of grossly sweet champagne, a warm breath met your ear as you inhaled the pleasurable scent of your husband. “I am feeling quite ill, I might retire for the night.” You sent him a knowing look that you needed him, a look that had your eyes hooded, lips slightly parted and Benedict of course understood. He took your glass of champagne from you, downing the rest in a mouthful before handing a servant the empty glass. “Come on my love, let’s get you home.” He half heartedly smiled, resting his hand on the small of your back as you both headed towards the exit of the large house of whom you forgot belonged too, small giggles falling from your mouths.

You and Benedict arrived to your home, the carriage coming to a halt out the front and your husband pushed open the door, not waiting for it to be open for you both and exited, you followed suit, though yelped in shock as Benedict swept you up into his arms “Enjoy the night off gentlemen! We shall see you all in the morning!” He exclaimed and took off inside, where he to dismissed the maids too their bed chambers. Benedict lowered you to your feet, closing the door to your shared bedroom with his foot, arms reaching out and taking hold of your waist eagerly. “Might I just add, Mrs Bridgerton” he huskily spoke, head dipping and trailing kisses across your jaw “you looked absolutely divine tonight.” You reached out and began unbuttoning his vest hurriedly, pushing it off his shoulders and letting it fall onto the floor. “Get on the bed Ben.” You tried not to moan as Benedict’s hands wondered down to your bottom, grabbing and squeezing eagerly. “Yes ma’am.” He smirked, pulling his suspenders off his shoulders to fall at his hips as he sat on the edge of the bed, resting on his hands as he watched you undress in front of him. Your hands made quick work as you pulled the suffocating dress and corset off, leaving you in only your undershorts, you pulled out the pins in your hair allowing it to flow freely down your back. “You are so beautiful.” Benedict whispered as his eyes followed the curves of the woman he loved so dearly.

You stepped forward between your husband’s spread legs that hanged off the edge of the bed, you smirked and ran your hands up his exposed front, the contact sent shivers down Benedict’s spine as he pulled his shirt off and tossing it behind you. “I yearn for you Y/N, please, enough of this.” He begged gently causing you to giggle, he leaned forward and began splaying your chest with open mouthed kisses across your breasts. You pulled him up, bringing him in for a passionate kiss as your hands worked quick to rid him of his pants to one of the many things you loved about your husband. You pushed his pants down as best you could without pulling away from Benedict’s addicting lips. “Pleasure your wife, Lord Bridgerton.” You huffed and Benedict’s eyes darkened at your words as you layed down on the bed, hair falling around you so angelically Benedict could paint your portrait right then and there if he wasn’t so in need of you. The second eldest Bridgerton knelt down between his wife’s legs, fingers pulling at your undershorts and discarding them behind him with a crooked smile.

He began with a trail of gentle kisses on the inside of your thighs, and you could feel your core gushing with anticipation, with need for him “Benedict enough of that.” You grunted propping yourself onto your elbows looking down at your husband who suddenly brought your clit in between his lips, and you yelped, body jerking in shock. Your eyes closed at the incredible feeling, though the feeling increased as Benedict slipped a finger into you, moving at a steady pace as his mouth and tongue played and sucked and flicked at your swollen clit so deliciously. “Yes, just like that Ben.” You whined, eyes opening to meet the intense gaze of your husbands. He extended his free hand and intwined your hands together, thumb caressing your skin as you felt the coil begin to tighten. Your free hand found itself in Benedict’s hair, tugging and squeezing which caused him to moan, this sent a jolt through you as his mouth vibrated against your clit and you let out a loud moan. Benedict added another finger carefully and you let out a high pitched moan “Mm, you sure do know how to-” you were cut off as his fingers brushed over that spot that had you a mess each time. His fingers pumped meticulously in and out, over and over again as you felt the spark in the pit of your stomach grow.

You removed your hand from his hair, moving to squeeze one of your breast and play with the swollen bud “Benedict I-I’m close love!” You cried, jaw falling slack as he ferociously continued attacking your clit, the spark grew and grew, before one last brush of the pretty spot within you the spark exploded aggressively. You let out a loud cry, eyes screwed shut as your body convulsed at the sensitivity of your pussy. “I hope that was what my lovely wife wished and more.” Benedict remarked, placing one last kiss onto your abused clit which had you shuddering, his fingers leaving your tight hole which had you sighing at the emptiness. You blinked a couple of times adjusting to the room spinning after the intense orgasm you had experienced, your body prickled with excitement as Benedict began leaving a trail of kisses as he moved up to meet you at eye level. Seeing your airy expression, hooded eyes, parted lips, chest rising and falling, breasts bouncing so beautifully, he would not lie to you that he was quite proud of himself for how he could make you feel.

Benedict leaned down bring you in for a kiss, plump lips meeting his warm ones as you tasted yourself on him, eliciting a moan as your hands wrapped around his broad shoulders so needly. You pushed yourself to roll over, pulling Benedict into a sitting position as you settled straddling him as your hands wondered his body which felt and looked as if it was carved from stone. “I love the way you fill me up, Benedict.” You whispered as you took hold of his hard cock and his head fell against your chest at the sudden feeling of your gentle hand moving up and down his length slowly. You lined him up with your hole, and slowly sunk down onto him, the both of you gasping as you completely sunk down his length till you bottomed out. “I-I don’t think I can last very long love.” Benedict groaned at the feeling of your warmth around him and you smirked “You don’t get to put your seed deep in me until I say so, understand?” You responded, hands pulling Benedict off your chest to meet your eyes and his mouth was slightly parted.

You leaned down, bringing him in for a soft kiss as you began to move, slowly at first as you wanted to enjoy the looks and sounds your husband made. “Tell me how good it feels Ben.” You exhaled pulling away from his lips as you slowly bounced on his cock “Y/N, please.” He choked on his words, his hands moving to rest on your hips as his eyes squeezed shut “Please what husband?” You replied and Benedict squeezed the flesh of your hips harshly, like he was hanging on for dear life. “Let me fuck you.” He strained out and you grinned “I believe it is I who is on top and in control here, not you.” You leaned forward and placed a quick kiss on his lips before your hips began bouncing rapidly, skin slapping, moans, groans and heavy breathing filling the room by now. “Hold on for me my love.” You encouraged, as you felt the spark return to your lower stomach, your hole tightening and milking his cock rapidly. You moved one of your hands to grab one of Benedict’s, moving his thumb to rub your clit rapidly “Just like that Ben, yes.” You praised him as you held onto his shoulder for dear life, the spark getting bigger once more “Please Y/N.” He begged again and you nodded “Let go my love.” You encouraged and just as he spilt his seed deep in you, the spark exploded once more and you held onto Benedict for dear life.

As you both came down from your highs, your bodies stuck together, wrapped in each other’s embrace, chest’s rapidly falling rising. “I love you.” Benedict mumbled as you slid off him and fell back together “And I love you Benedict Bridgerton.” You turned your head to see him just as puffed out, though a smile rest on his face “I should have you drinking that sweet champagne more often if you come home acting like that.” He teased and you giggled “That stuff was repulsive, never again.” You giggled as curled up into his side, placing a gentle kiss to his shoulder, even after your marriage a few years ago, it still felt like the first time over and over again.

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