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frost-queen · 5 months

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The moment I knew // part 7 (Reader!Bridgerton x Tewkesbury)

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Summary: The social season goes on continuing with another ball. Yet this ball holds some surprises. Will it make a change for the better? [ part 1 & part 2 & part 3& part 4 & part 5 & part 6 & part 8 & part 9 ]

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Tewkesbury tapped his finger mindlessly against the hard glass. His mind somewhere else, vision unclear. The upmost bored expression on his face. He heard his grandmother tsk loud for him to change his posture. – “Sit up straight boy!” – she called out as the carriage took a turn, riding on a gravely road. When Tewkesbury wouldn’t move she revealed her fan, giving him a hard slap against the hand with it.

“Au!” – Tewkesbury snapped awake, startled by the sudden whip on his fingers. His grandmother hummed loudly with a glance that it was his own fault. He exhaled deep rubbing his poor fingers. He straightened his posture, leaning back against the fabric as the carriage toggled a bit. His grandmother gave him a look for off judgement. Tsking her tongue again.

Tewkesbury tilted his head slightly knowing she just had a comment burning on her tongue. – “It’s the third ball already. When are you going to show any REAL interest in a young woman.” – she emphasized on the matter of real. – “I sure hope you don’t thinking to form an alliance with that wild girl.”

Tewkesbury knew she was referring to Enola. – “She was quite nice to return my child back to me, but good heavens her features aren’t standard. She has a heart too wild. Marrying a girl like that will only give you trouble, I’ll give you that.” – she spoke glancing out of the window. The skies light dimming out. A greyness colouring all that was bright away for the night to take over.

Tewkesbury turned to look out of the window. Watching the street lights being lighted up with their bright fires. Two men standing on a ladder to give the lantern light. A couple walking arm in arm just passing them by. – “What about the season’s diamond? She isn’t the fairest…” – his grandmother brushed her skirt with her gloves.

“Whatever possessed the queen to chose her. No foul words to her majesty.” – she quickly added as if speaking ill of the queen would cause her harm. – “Yet, she would be a good match. Marrying the season’s diamond always hyphen’s up once’s status.”

Tewkesbury sighed deep as a sign of protest. He wasn’t at all interested in the season’s diamond. There was only one calling his heart, yet she no longer wishes to commit herself to him. Perhaps it was partly his fault. He still didn’t know what possessed him that faithful night at the first ball. He had been exciting all day eager to see you again. A year. An entire year he hadn’t seen you. Only making him yearn for your presence more. It was nice to have you around. His feelings still a bit unclear at that moment. In the beginning it was merely out of boredom.

That was how it all started at the opera. The moment he found a willingly victim to laugh with him. To make the dreadful opera bearable. At first he teased a lot. Playing in on the signals you were sending him. A young girl gushing over a boy. Probably the first boy around her age she had met. As girls at that age were, falling hopelessly in love with each boy that flashed them a smile. Then he started to get to know you better. See more sides of you.

It was perhaps then that he had already started to fall for you, yet it wasn’t known to him yet. A bundle of feelings he couldn’t name yet, tumbling in his stomach. Spiralling and tumbling. It became clear to him the moment you returned the acorn to him. That stupid thing he foolishly had given to you in exchange for his ring. His father’s ring he should’ve never parted from.

Holding the acorn in his hand and watching you dance with someone else made him realize what he was losing. How much nights he had wasted with not being near you. It had created a drift between the two of you. – “No foolish sauntering this time. I expect you to be married off by the end of the season. It is my dying wish.” – she had clasped her hands together, looking up to the ceiling. Tewkesbury scoffed silently.

“To have me out of the house.” – he mumbled to himself. – “What was that boy?” – she snapped at him. – “Nothing grandmother.” – he responded quickly avoiding her stern eyes. – “Thought so.” – she flapped out needing to have the last word. Tewkesbury turned to look out of the window again seeing how much the sky had darkened already. The blinding estate of the next ball coming up in sight.

You had followed your siblings inside. Hand on Anthony’s arm. He sighed loud upon entering. You quirked your lips teasingly up. – “Oh how dreadful it is.” – you acted out dramatically with the back of your hand against your forehead. Your little act made Anthony look at you, puzzled. – “Another ball I have to keep my sisters save from. God forbid they find a match and leave from under my wings.” – you added sounding as silly as you could.

Anthony stared in shock at you as Francesca laughed loud. – “It isn’t funny.” – Anthony told you sternly. It made you press your lips together to withhold yourself from laughing at him. – “Oh come on Anthony.” – Benedict pitched in grabbing him by the shoulder. – “I thought Y/n did a great performance of you.” – he chuckled afterwards squeezing his fingers in Anthony’s shoulder. You let go of him arm, standing in front of him to curtsy as if being applauded.

Anthony brushed Benedict’s hand off him with annoyance. – “Poor Anthony being so teased by his younger siblings.” – Colin interfered wanting to have a say in it. Anthony turned to look at Mother. Violet tried her best to hide her smile, yet failed miserably. To Anthony’s annoyance as he stormed off. – “Oh Anthony don’t be so… it was a mere tease.” – Violet called out going after him.

Benedict came to your side, holding his palm up to you. You pressed your palm against him, snickering at your own tease. Arms locked in you followed mother who tried to reach Anthony. Anthony took halt by a set of vases. Half filled with flowers and peacock feathers. Francesca came running up to him, wrapping her arms around his waist. – “You are so easily teased.” – she said with a smile. Anthony looked up to the ceiling not wanting to give in, but when you joined her.

Wrapping your arms around him at his other side, he couldn’t withhold himself anymore. Holding both of you for a warmful hug. The moment was ruined when Benedict decided to join in from behind, giving him a good squeeze. Nearly making him fall forwards. He nudged his elbow back at Benedict to get him off his back. Benedict let go of him, winking at you. Benedict stretched out making Anthony roll his eyes at him.

“I thought you had learned manner yet.” – Anthony spoke. Benedict lowered his arms from stretching up. – “Oh brother you must know me.” – he chuckled out giving him a hard slap against his back. A gentleman came over around Colin’s age. He invited him for a game of cards. Colin accepted dragging Benedict with him.

You stood with Francesca and mama, watching the dancers. A girl you had met before once came running over. – “They have peacocks in the garden!” – she called out unable to control her enthusiasm. Francesca and you looked at each other with delight and shock. – “Girls!” – Mama called out the moment the two of you started to run. Wanting to get to the gardens and see a peacock for real. – “Oh I wish it would open it’s feathers.” – Francesca huffed out pressing herself between people to get across.

Holding onto her hand tightly, you were behind her, trying to squeeze through those your sister just went passed. You were near the glass doors that lead up to the stone pedestal with steps downwards into the gardens. Many people wished to gaze upon the peacocks to be found in the garden. Francesca and you came to a brief halt as you locked eyes with a certain girl on your right.

The one who had danced with Tewkesbury. Her expression neutral. She went on going through the glass doors as Francesca followed taking the doors on the left. You had remained still, allowing your hand to slip out of hers as she got swept up in the crowd. Somehow the moment seemed ruined. No longer you contained any excitement for the animals. Moving a bit backwards, you went back further in.

Yet you didn’t wish to return to your mother who was clearly searching for Francesca and you. Neither did you wish to return to your brothers. Not even being allowed in the rooms where they played cards and gambled on the side. It was a secret, a hush-hush but everybody knew about it anyways. You decided to leave the ballroom for what it was. The music fading out when you went into the corridor. Most of the doors were closed. Others were open.

A group of people chattering and laughing loud with drinks in their hands. You passed them all feeling no need of entering a room full of strangers without the presence of your brothers. By the end of the corridor you were intrigued by a door partly opened. Not enough to peer inside, but wide enough to see a warmth glow come from inside of it. You neared the door staring through the creak to have a look inside.

Eyes widening at the sight of Tewkesbury. You gasped loud when he suddenly turned around spotting you. It had startled you, making you bump your shoulder against the door and trying to make a run for it. Tewkesbury hastened himself to the door, opening it more. – “Y/n!” – he called out. It made you stop. – “I mean Miss Y/n.” – he corrected himself. You took a step forwards not sure if you wanted to be around him. A second step was impossible as you felt a force keep you in place by your skirt.

Looking over your shoulder down, you saw Tewkesbury’s grip on your skirt. Your gaze went up to meet his. Full of sadness his eyes were. Perhaps yours were too. – “Please…” – he whispered, a hush almost unheard. Taking a deep breath, your shoulders slouched down. Unspoken you followed him back into the room, not sure why you did. The room was not that grand. Rather small. An armchair and small table positioned in the room.

White curtains with patterns on them. Here and there some trinkets. You went to sit down on the armchair, hands folded in your skirt. Tewkesbury stood up straight looking down at a small table. It contained a perfume bottle and a fan. It felt weird. Awkward to say the least. As if you were strangers again. Tewkesbury cleared his throat picking up the perfume bottle. You turned your head to look around the room.

Tewkesbury leaned forwards trying to sniff the smell. Accidently spraying in his face. He coughed loud, waving a hand in front of his face. Setting the perfume bottle back. – “I saw that girl head outside to see the peacocks.” – you said having the urge to cut through the silence. – “Enola.” – Tewkesbury replied as it made you hum confused.

“Oh…” – hearing him say her name made you turn your head away. It felt strange. Strange how your heart still yearned for him. Even in this moment. You wanted to run over to him, leap in his arms and hear him say how much he wants you. Tewkesbury understood the notion of your reaction, looking down at the table. He picked up the fan to occupy himself. – “Where is your suitor?” – he asked. You hummed confused looking up to him. Tewkesbury looked back at you opening the fan with a smooth movement.

It made you blink startled. – “That boy you danced with.” – Tewkesbury flapped the fan at himself keeping his eyes on you. – “I’m sure he has proposed by now.” – He went on unable to stop himself from yearning for you. For hoping you’d contradict his words. As a response you snorted loud. It made him curl up a smile not fully understanding what was this amusingly. – “I’ve danced with him once. Let’s not get too far ahead.” – you responded with a smile.

Tewkesbury’s smile got brighter feeling the tense atmosphere from before falter. – “Besides he’s not a prince.” – you added with a smile. – “Or a Viscount.” – Tewkesbury whispered out of ears reach. – “Enola seems nice.” – you told him. Tewkesbury flashed the fan in front of him again near his cheek. To you unknown, but to him full of words.

“She’s a terrible dancer.” – he commented making you laugh. – “Laugh all you want, I have the bruised toes to speak for me.” – he added as you started to laugh even harder. Hearing your laugh made him smile widely. In this moment it felt like heaven to him. He drew the fan down his cheek again to you. – “What are you doing?” – you questioned seeing it was the third time he had performed it. – “Fanning.” – he responded with a cheeky smile. – “It is hardly warm here… unless you are doing something else…” – you answered.

“Nothing else.” – he muttered out, looking away. Having a sense of time, you got up. Tewkesbury hasting him to your side. – “My siblings must wonder where I am.” – you spoke hearing your heart thump louder in his presence. – “Of course.” – he answered staring smitten down at you. You wanted to open the door as Tewkesbury was ahead of you. Opening it for you and allowing you to walk out. You went on, looking briefly over your shoulder back to him.

Unable to hide the fact you still much desired him. Your plans of marrying him still present, never buried away. You entered the ballroom once more. You watched a few more dances with mama at your side. Then there was a sudden announcement. Maken everyone hasten outside. The sky full dark now. Starless and cloudless. A blank canvas ready to be painted in with delights.

You neared the already standing crowd. Mama spotted Francesca going over to her. Not far from her you noticed Enola. Getting on the tips of your toes, you couldn’t help but see if Tewkesbury was near her. A part of you hoping he wasn’t. Your brothers were coming outside too, laughing loud. Colin holding a little sack in his hands. Probably the coins he had won with gambling.

They were getting behind some people to wait for what was to come. Setting your heels back down, you felt a presence near your right. Slowly letting your gaze go to your right to see who it was. Your heart leaped, expression softening when he stood beside you. Tewkesbury. Staring right back at you. Half a smile on his lips.

A whistle went off followed by a loud blow. It startled you and Tewkesbury as the night sky busted with colours. First a bright red. Then a bright blue. Tewkesbury and you looked up to the sky as the fireworks exploded. Bright yellow, green and red filled the night sky. Colours popping in the air. People were pointing and reacting startled with laughter.

You were amazed by the colours, watching them with excitement. A gentle nudge against your knuckles made you dim your enthusiasm. Trying to figure out what it was doing to you. Another nudge against the back of your hand. Pressing gently against your hand. A tingle went up your spine as you continued to watch the fireworks.

Slowly turning your palm and stretching your fingers out. Fingers glided over yours as they caught your hand. Another firework popped as the green colours reflected on your faces. Two hands intertwined for no one to see. Standing together in a heaven of bright colours.

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d-targaryenshoe · 3 months

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Carpets and Gala's - Luke Thompson

Word Count: 907

Summary: Who said Met Gala's weren't special when you had the most special person by your side, right?

The bustling streets of New York City were filled with excitement and anticipation as the stars gathered for the highly anticipated 2024 Met Gala.

Cameras flashed and crowds of fans screamed as celebrities walked the red carpet, dressed in their finest designer gowns and suits.

Among the many A-listers making their grand entrance, there was you, known for your breakout role in the hit show Bridgerton, and your boyfriend, Luke Thompson.

As you made your way towards the entrance of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, all eyes were on the both of you, causing a frenzy among the fans in the street when Luke held up the train of your dress.

"I can't believe they're here!" exclaimed one fan, snapping a photo of the couple with her phone, as you waved towards her and made them scream harder.

"I had no idea they were dating, they look so perfect together!" gushed another fan, trying to get a better view of you.

You and Luke smiled and waved at the fans before making your way up the grand staircase and onto the red carpet, where you were immediately surrounded by reporters and interviewers.

"Y/n! Luke! Over here!' shouted the reporters, vying for your attention.

You were dressed in a stunning silver gown, and Luke, looking dapper in a grey tuxedo, happily obliged as you made your way through the crowd.

"Congratulations on your debut appearance as a couple, you two look stunning tonight!" one reporter exclaimed, holding out her microphone for you to speak.

"Thank you so much, it's an honor to be here at the Met Gala with Luke by my side," You beamed, looking at your boyfriend with a loving smile.

"It's a night to remember," Luke added, wrapping his arm around your waist.

As you both continued to make your way down the red carpet, you stopped to talk to more reporters and take photos with fans.

It was a dream come true for you since you had always wanted to attend the Met Gala and you were grateful to have Luke with you on this special night.

"Can you give us a sneak peek into what fans can expect from Bridgerton season 3?" one interviewer asked, causing your eyes to light up.

"I can't reveal too much, but let's just say there will be lots more of romance and a special carriage ride." You teased, much to the delight of the fans.

As you both finally reached the end of the red carpet, you and Luke were met by the host of the evening, the talented and hilarious Liza Koshy.

"Y/n! Luke! Welcome to the Met Gala!" Liza exclaimed, giving you both a warm hug.

"Thank you, Liza. We're thrilled to be here," You replied, grinning from ear to ear.

"So, this is your first Met Gala together as a couple. How does it feel?" Liza asked, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"It feels amazing. It's such an honor to be here, and to be able to share this moment with Luke just makes it even more special," You replied, smiling at him.

"Liza, can I just say that y/n looks enchanting tonight," Luke cut in, causing you to blush.

"You're not looking too bad yourself, Luke," Liza said with a wink, causing you all to laugh.

"Yeah, well, I had an amazing stylist," Luke replied, grinning at you.

"Okay, now, spill the tea. Is there anything you can tell us about Bridgerton season 3? Any new characters or plot twists?" Liza asked, wiggling her eyebrows mischievously.

"Well, let's just say fans won't be disappointed by their expectations," You replied slyly.

"Okay guys, I need to know. How was your first meeting?' she asked her usual bubbly self.

"It was better than anything I'd expect on meeting a co-star for the first time, better than I'd have imagined and more. And I have to say, the connection we had besides the chemistry made it more special," Luke replied, looking at you with adoration.

"I couldn't agree more. these last years of Bridgerton were mindblowing, and I'm so grateful to be able to share it with this man," You said, wrapping your arms around his waist as he pulled you closer.

Liza couldn't help but let out a squeal again, and we all laughed as she faked taking a picture to capture the moment.

"And on that note, I'm going to let you guys go. I can clearly see that you just want to be alone right now," Liza said with a wink, before giving you both a hug.

"Thank you for everything tonight, Liza. Seriously, we couldn't have asked for a better interview. Or interviewer," You said, hugging her back.

"Oh please, it was my pleasure. And who knows, maybe we'll see more of you two on the red carpet in the future," Liza said with a playful wink, before heading off to interview other guests.

As you both made your way inside, you couldn't stop talking about how amazing the night was going to be. You were both excited, but you knew that you would cherish this memory forever.

You knew that life was only going to get crazier from here on out with your growing fame, but you were also confident that as long as you had each other, you could handle anything.

And as you walked hand in hand towards your future, you couldn't wait to see what the Met Gala would bring.

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leviathanspain · 2 years

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was there something broke with my body?

anthony bridgerton x reader, benedict bridgerton x reader

synopsis: anthony’s betrayal has you second guessing yourself, benedict can’t help but prove to you just how wrong his brother is

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he was a fucking bastard. you were fuming with rage upon hearing of his affair with the opera singer. you were inconsolable in the first hours after, clutching onto daphne’s skirts as you cried your little heart out. you cursed her brother, cursed the man you called your husband, and cried until the duke had to carry you to bed, so his wife could be relived of being your own personal tissue.

you stirred in your bed when you heard the doors open, a shuffle of footsteps alerted you to anthony’s presence.

luckily, daphne had warned her family and the staff before she left, not to sleep too deeply because you were going to tear into anthony.

as soon as you rubbed the crust out of your eyes, you blinked and your eyes flickered onto anthony, who seemed oblivious to your knowledge.

“didn’t mean to wake you, darling.” he was undressing and you narrowed your eyes.

“i guess you also didn’t mean to tell me about siena.” you couldn’t dance around the subject, you were too angry, even after your nap, your anger was like an entire separate being, something that fueled you.

anthony had always known that you were a person who felt too much, who felt too little, and often you blew up if you kept it all in. he had begged you to communicate with him after the first few months of your marriage was rougher than he’d initially believed it would’ve been. he had fallen in love with you but it was harder to stay in love.

now, he didn’t know how to defend himself as he swallowed thickly.

“im a man. im allowed to have a mistress.” he stopped undressing and moved towards the bed, his steps light as he composed himself from any shock.

your eye twitched slightly as anthony braced himself for your explosion. but your lips settled into a tight lipped line, “get the hell out.”

anthony raised an eyebrow, “what?” he knew exactly what you had said, but he was more surprised that you had even said it.

“i said, get out. sleep on the couch, sleep on the floor outside like the fucking dog you are- i don’t care, anthony. i don’t want you in my bedroom and i certainly don’t want you sleeping next to me.” your voice was like venom, each word was a stinging blow to anthony as he stood there speechless.

you were upset. you wanted nothing more than to scream, shout, throw things, destroy everything in sight and more, but you realized that’s exactly what anthony had expected, so you shrugged it off and waited until anthony bowed his head in embarrassment, collected some of his things and flew out of the room. and only then did you cry, tears broke and you held your sobs in, knowing that the rest of the bridgerton family had been listening, waiting like your husband, for your outburst. you struggled to sleep that night, for the first time in many years.

benedict had thought his brother to be the biggest idiot on the planet. he had courted you, married you, and he still wasn’t happy? benedict couldn’t even imagine that it was your bedroom skills, considering how happy anthony had been after your first night together, and many more after that. even your cries at night were enough to keep benedict awake with a throbbing erection, begging for friction.

you didn’t show up to breakfast, anthony was distraught at breakfast and spoke tightly to everyone, especially his mother who had begged him to go apologize to you. anthony had ignored her advice, “i know my wife better than any of you!” perhaps he had been right, but times that anthony had ignored you at dinner where the times that benedict had gotten to know you more, conversed and chatted with you. he could confidently say that your intelligence rivaled those of the men he surrounded himself with.

benedict had asked your maid about your condition and the maid’s grim expression was enough to warrant a visit. benedict knew you liked watching him draw, and he brought his sketch pad, hoping it would help cheer you up if he drew whatever you wanted.

a knock on the door awoke you. the candles in your bedroom were dim and the moonlight pouring in from the window were enough to help illuminate the path towards the door. it was late, perhaps anthony had come to grab more of his things, or perhaps he’d come back ready to get an earful.

but you opened the door to find a sheepish benedict smiling on the other end.

“ben.” you spoke his name quietly and benedict nodded, “i’m not even allowed to be here but i snuck around.” you peered behind him and stepped aside, letting him in.

benedict sucked in air as he stepped inside the warm room, and he turned back to look at you, your hands still on the doorknob.

he also looked down to notice you were wearing an incredibly sheer nightgown. his ears felt hot as his cheeks tinted a bright pink.

you didn’t seem to notice this as you shuffled back to your pillow filled, fluffed up bed. benedict composed up a smile and lifted his supplies, “i wanted to cheer you up.”

you managed a small smile, “how could it be that i married the wrong bridgerton boy..” it wasn’t a question for benedict to answer, more like a pondering question, but nevertheless benedict answered.

“same as how the greatest create. it happens, and sometimes those things can bring even brighter gifts.” benedict whispered, and you warmed up a smile. you patted the mattress next to you, and benedict took up a spot next to you.

he settled in and you yawned, laying your head on his shoulder as he turned to a blank page, “draw me.” you whispered, never having anyone who’s drawn you.

benedict smiled, and got to work, drawing you as you were, laying on his shoulder.

it was a fast sketch, not too detailed but once he finished you sucked in a breath, “that’s how you see me?”

benedict smiled, “you mean, beautiful as ever?”

you smirked, “i didn’t think i actually looked like that..” you took the sketch pad in your hand and admired the work.

“what did you think you looked like?” benedict asked and you shrugged, “ugly enough for anthony not to want me.” benedict paused and you looked up to him, eyes wide and watery, “is there something wrong with me?”

you stood up and tore your nightgown off, leaving your body bare and open for benedict to take in. he wanted to shield his eyes, he wanted to give you your privacy. it was wrong to gaze upon your supple breasts, take in your thighs and curves. you were his brothers wife.

“is my body not beautiful enough for him that he’d want another?!” your voice raised slightly and benedict snapped out of his daze.

he lowered his eyes, “you’re beautiful.” he stood up, picking up a blanket from the bed. he walked towards you and set the blanket on your shoulders, “he’s a fucking idiot.” benedict replied.

you sniffled, tears had welled in your anguish bjt you nodded, “draw me again. all of me.”

benedict knew better than to protest. it wouldn’t be wrong, he was an artist and you were his muse. no one would end of finding the drawings anyway, why should he crucify himself when he could make you happy?

“of course, my dove.” he muttered and sat on the bed, as you stepped back and let the blanket hang on your shoulders, your body on display as benedict furiously worked. he got every curve, every point, every rounded circle of your body. you were endlessly beautiful, your body was something he’d stay up nights imagining and you were so close to him, so close he wanted to touch you, kiss you, stick his head between your thighs and more.

but he hesitated, but your small smile after he presented the drawing was enough to send him reeling.

you walked to the bed and looked at benedict proudly. you grabbed his hand, the one that had been his drawing hand, with pencil marks on his fingers, you dragged it up onto your bare hip, the marks getting all over you. benedict hitched a breath as tou moaned slightly at the touch. benedict followed your lead as you led his hand to your abdomen, and up to the planes of your breasts. benedict couldn’t do it anymore, he lost himself in you, you were all he thought about, the only thing that flooded his mind.

“please.” you begged as his hand neared your throat. benedict stifled a groan as he lifted you easily, putting your bare fund, dripping wet, over his onto his lap. his cock was unbearably hard in his trousers, and he wanted nothing more than to fuck you senseless, but this was an opportunity to show you how true bridgerton men should fuck.

he kissed your breasts, each nipple finding a tug between his teeth. you moaned out as your hand wrapped around his neck, the other pulling at his hair. benedict was bracing himself on you, hands glued to your waist.

“fuck.” he muttered and he let his hand move down to your cunt, and you gasped as he touched your clit, fiddling around with it, you clutched onto him, his shirt fabric twisting under your touch. you wanted to cry out, but you had nearly forgotten who you were with, and who you were around.

“you’re so beautiful.” he spoke, his voice seemed to quiver with the pressure of you on top of him. he wanted nothing more than to live in your folds, breathe you in and hold you close to him forever.

“kiss me, ben.” his lips teased yours, and benedict did as you asked, taking your lips into his and moving your mouths in sync. you whimpered slightly and he smiled to himself. your hand moved down to fiddle with his trousers but benedict held a hand down, “it’s harder than it looks.” and he unbuckled his trousers himself, cock springing out.

you chewed on your lip as the realization of what you were doing was sinking in. benedict seemed to feel your hesitation and he set a understanding expression, “i’d understand if you don’t want to.”

you shook your head, “i do. it’s just, it’s been a long time.” you admitted and benedict smiled, “really?” he hadn’t even expected anything close to that answer but you forced your head to nod, god your mouth felt like cotton balls. you laughed, “it’s slightly embarrassing but anthony and i had stopped just a few months after we got married. i guess, i shouldn’t have been surprised that he has a mistress.”

benedict shook his head, hand trailing down your arm, a touch that radiated more than just the sexual energy you were giving. “let me show you how much you deserved to be loved..”

benedict held onto you as he nudged you off his lap and onto your back on the bed. he smiled when you held in a squeal, kissing you before he shoved his cock in. you held onto his forearm as he did so and benedict hissed at the friction. he felt amazingly good, and you cried out as he moved suddenly.

benedict groaned lightly, his head falling deep into your shoulder as he thrusted. you whimpered, the pressure of his cock inside you was enough to begin building your orgasm.

“fuck-“ you gritted as he fucked you, and benedict panted slightly, “cum for me, dove, please.” his tone at the end, that whimper of a word was enough to throw you off the edge. you practically screamed, pleasure filling your body as you convulsed, and benedict fucked you through it. he came in your cunt, cum coating your insides as you shivered, coming down from the orgasmic high.

as if he had a queue card, anthony threw the doors open and his face was an expression of pure rage, “what in the absolute fuck is going on here?”

#anthony bridgerton angst #anthony bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict bridgerton smut #bridgerton fandom #bridgerton smut #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton angst #bridgerton fanfiction

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ladystanbury · 4 months

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Thank F for that.

#kanthony #anthony bridgerton #kathani bridgerton #kate sharma #bridgerton season 2 #kathani sharma #bridgerton #kate sheffield #anthony x kate #bridgerton fandom #kate bridgerton #bridgerton season three

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ravena-ohridska · 2 months

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As a fat person I'm SICK of seeing Penelope Featherington drawn as a skinny person!!!

It's not even the book version where she indeed lost some weight before her book. BUT THE GODDAMN SERIES VERSION AKA NICOLA COUGHLAN!!!!

I just need to come here to scream to the void.

#nicola coughlan #penelope featherington #bridgerton #bridgerton fandom #bridgerton fanart #fanart #fan art #You guys took me Scarlet Benoit & Nina Zenik let me have this ONE LITTLE THING #fat person #fat character #plus size queen #plus size character #polin #penelope and colin #penelope x colin

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emmakubert · 2 months

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GOODNIGHT MR. BRIDGERTON

#bridgerton #lady whistledown #penelope featherington #colin bridgerton #colin x penelope #bridgerton fandom #bridgerton fanart #bridgerton netflix

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redheadspark · 1 year

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Hi! Could I request a Benedict Bridgerton X reader where reader can’t sleep so he stays with her for the night? Just super fluff?

A/N - Awwww, I find this adorable! Thank you so much for this request, dear friend!

Midnight

Summary - Benedict knows when you're restless, so he helps.

Warnings - Just some cute fluff

You hated being restless. It was the worst, especially when you were trying to go to sleep.

Your mind was racing from one problem to the next problem, a never-ending cycle and list of problems that needed to be solved. You tried to close your eyes, but your mind was still racing. So you tried to pace, but you weren't getting tired. Reading didn't help, nor did tea.

The options you had were slipping out of your hand, and it was getting beyond annoying with all that was plaguing your mind.

You were simply sitting on your bed, head in your hands, and feeling exhausted but not exhausted enough to be tired and fall asleep. The tiredness was from your brain still running and running. Meetings that were needing your presence, charities that needed your approval, and family affairs that seemed far too much. You wished to cry, and perhaps you were since you felt some of the tears hit your nightgown sleeve and skin along your wrist.

"Hey....darling?"

Your head snapped up and looked at the door to your room, seeing it open slightly as Benedict was picking his head in and looking at you in concern. You blinked, looked at the clock on the fireplace mantel and you cringed. Midnight.

"You should be sleeping," Benedict said in worry as he slipped into your room, closing the door and moving without haste to you at the bed, "You had a long day..... darling what's making you cry?"

"I..." You paused, blinking and pushing the tears away with your fingers in haste. Benedict took your hands and started tending to them in a soothing fashion, "I didn't realize...I can't sleep. My mind is racing with so many things and I...I can't fall asleep,"

Benedict perhaps could read it on your face, he then shrugged off his jacket to let it fall to the floor before he unbuttoned a few of the buttons on his dress shirt. You stared at him in confusion while he then wrapped you in his arms and leaned back on the pillows of your bed.

You and Benedict were no traditional couple: you would share a bed since you were married and saw no reason for having separate rooms and different beds. He loved having you in his arms when he woke up in the morning or when he fell asleep at night, but he still had a separate room to go to if he was out too late at night from being at a social event or a male-only event. That night he was out with his brothers and some other male acquaintances, so he was going to go to his own room to not wake you when he got home.

"Benedict?" You asked as he got you in his arms. You could breathe in some of the scotch that he was drinking, also a small whiff of cigar and his own unique sweat that was mixed on his skin.

"I think you have had a lot on your plate lately, my dear." Benedict explained to you gently as he stroked some of your long hair with his fingers and had an arm wrapped around your waist "I know you said you could handle it all, and you have handled it beautifully. But perhaps we need a holiday. A proper holiday,"

"We can do that, this time of year with all of our engagements and commitments?" You asked him gently as you were still a bit worried about what you had to deal it. Benedict only sighed as he kissed your head lovingly.

"I'm sure a weekend away from all of that will be what we both need. And frankly, your well-being is more important to me than any simple charity," He explained thoroughly, you grinning from how determined he said it. Benedict would always place you first, especially your health and how you were feeling.

It wasn't that you were faint of heart, but you loved to tackle so many things at once and make things seem perfect. Benedict loved that drive in you, but he loved your kind heart more and he would hate to see it crack under pressure.

"So, where shall we go? You can pick where we go for our holiday," Benedict said to you, getting your mind off of some of the tasks that were haunting you. You and Benedict end up talking for another few minutes together, you picturing in your mind going to the countryside, amongst some of the new flowers that bloomed, and taking new books with you that you were meaning to read and finish.

Before you knew it, you were sleeping in Benedict's hold and your husband watched you with love and affection in his eyes.

The End

Spring Prompt Session

#benedict bridgerton x y/n #benedict bridgerton x you #benedict bridgerton x reader #benedict x reader #benedict bridgerton #bridgerton #bridgerton fanfiction #bridgerton fandom

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sewaqui · 10 months

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Second Penelope Featherington fan art 🥰

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crown-ov-horns · 4 months

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Characters I'm madly attracted to: Daphne Bridgerton (Bridgerton)

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pantalonesdezebra · 1 year

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i hope we get to see them like this in s3, Penelope deserves nothing less 💅

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spookynena · 2 months

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Broppy Bridgerton AU I don't know how much I like this style of drawing, I think I'll try new things in the future..

#trolls #trolls band together #trolls dreamworks #trolls fanart #trolls fandom #trolls branch #trolls poppy #trolls au #broppy #trolls broppy #bridgerton au #bridgerton #bridgerton fandom #poppy x branch #branch x poppy

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frost-queen · 2 months

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Creatures on paper(Reader & Bridgerton siblings)

Requested by: anon, Forever tag:@missmelodramatic, @merlin-dahlia, @alex--awesome--22, @elllie-does-the-posts, @floatlosers, @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly@denkisclown, @wildieflower, @meyocoko, @bubblybrianna, @justanothercoco@subjecta13-thefangirl, @m-rae23, @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr, @swampthing07, @melsunshine, @panhoeofmanyfandoms, @venomsvl, @the-uncoordinated-house-cat, @rosecentury, @imagines-by-her, @evilcr0ne,@vviolynn

Loud elephant stomps on the stairs rushed down. You opened the door from your room, brushing your hand against your cheek. A tingle that needed to be silenced. Upstairs you fell behind your sister Francesca. – “Stop running!” – she called out to Hyacinth and Gregory who had ran down the stairs in a thunderous way. They both giggled jumping down the few last steps.

Francesca shook her head with a sigh, going down elegantly. You went after her, not sure she had noticed you coming after her. Downstairs you followed Francesca towards the breakfast table. Entering the room you were greeted with the hustle of your family.

Eloise having stolen bread, picking at it and stuffing it in her mouth while she went round the table. Anthony was chattering with Benedict as he pulled his chair back. Hyacinth and Gregory ran around the table laughing.

They nearly knocked over Colin who wanted to sit down. – “Children.” – Violet sighed out in an attempt to slow them down. You seized your chance, jumping to the front before Hyacinth could knock you over. Pulling your chair back at the same time as Colin did across from you. He looked at you, sniffling a laugh. – “What?” – you spoke setting the chair down on the carpet.

“Been drawing all night?” – he asked. – “How do you know?” – you questioned almost sitting down. Colin brushed his finger against his cheek to indicate something on yours. You wiped your cheek confused. Looking down at your fingers you saw the charcoal on your tips.

Continue to wipe your cheeks, you seemed to be spreading it more than removing it. – “Hyacinth! Gregory sit down!” – Violet called out frustrated. Your siblings stopped, gulped and rushed to their seats.

You looked at Colin with the indication if it was off. He shook his head, chuckling. Turning your head you made Francesca look back at you. She took her napkin, wiping your face clean. – “Is it finished?” – Colin asked. You shook your head as Francesca had to pause briefly from your motion. – “You must tell me when it is done.” – he went on.

“Why?” – you mumbled scrunching your nose as your sister cleaned your face. – “Cause I want to see what you are working on.” – he answered. Francesca nodded as she lowered her napkin. Her napkin now stained with black charcoal stains. You grabbed for your knife as Francesca took your wrist before you could pick it up.

“What?” – you asked confused. – “Honestly Y/n.” – she replied turning your hand so you could see the charcoal marks on your fingers. You smiled sheepishly. – “Why not use pencils?” – Benedict contributed having looked your way briefly.

“I like drawing in charcoal. Makes it raw.” – you answered him as Francesca cleaned your hand. When she was done, you showed her both your hands. She smiled when you funnily held your hands beside your head, sticking your tongue out. She brushed her napkin down on you, making you flutter your eyes surprised.

You then showed yourself to Colin. – “Much better.” – he complimented with a mouth half stuffed. You dived into breakfast, feeling famished. – “What are you working on sister?” – Benedict asked sitting sideways from you on the other side. – “Something new.” – you answered vaguely.

Benedict sighed soft at your mysteriousness. – “Is it a landscape?” – he asked. – “No.” – you answered reaching over the table for some bread. – “A portrait?” - Anthony pitched in, joining the talk. You simply shrugged your shoulders. – “Come on dear sister, you must tell us something.” – he contradicted.

“Why?” – you spoke back. – “Because we are interested in your work.” – Francesca said nudging you. – “It’s not that special.” – you answered them before munching on some bread. The subject died out as another subject was brought up. You kept silent, enjoying your meal.

After breakfast you followed your siblings into the Parlor. Colin seated himself behind the piano. Filling the room with soft tunes. Eloise sat in the sofa with a book. Anthony and Gregory were playing chess. Hyacinth sat in the small armchair.

Benedict sitting beside Eloise, falling half asleep. Francesca sipping some tea as mama knitted. You had pulled out a notebook and pencil. Your pencil scratching hard against the paper. Your rapid movement made Hyacinth lift her head up to you.

She observed you for a moment, arm resting on the arm of the armchair. – “What are you drawing?” – she asked with a giddy smile from seeing the happiness on your face. You didn’t hear at first, making her repeat her question. – “Hmm? Oh nothing.” – you answered her, not removing your eyes from your sketch. – “You are clearly drawing. Can I see?” – she asked curious.

“No, sister.” – you told her. Hyacinth sighed loud. – “You never let me see.” – she spoke turning away from you. Eloise lowered her book, interested in the conversation as well. – “True Y/n. You never do.” – she pitched in. – “Let’s just say it’s not your style.” – you told her making your brothers look your way.

Francesca had putted her cup down, taking advantage of your occupation to sneak up on you from behind. – “We just love to see your drawings.” – Colin spoke from the piano. – “Benedict always shows us his.” – Hyacinth called out.

Francesca came standing behind you, her eyes widening. – “Dear God Y/n!” – she cried out, covering up her mouth. Her voice startled you, making you turn around sharply, your sketchbook slipping down your dress to the ground. – “Fran!” – you called out annoyed. Your sketchbook was open as Hyacinth dived for it. She picked it up from the ground, staring in horror at it.

“What the hell is this Y/n?” – she asked making the others curious. – “What is it?” – Benedict asked. – “Hyacinth give it back!” – you ordered trying to take it from her. – “She draws monsters.” – Hyacinth called out showing your brothers the pages. Colin missed a tune, letting a sharp tone play. Gregory and Anthony stared at your sketches with an open mouth.

Benedict gulped at your drawings. Full of monsters and scary stuff it was. Francesca slapped your arm. – “Why do you draw such horrid things?” – she asked loud. – “Au.” – you had said in response, rubbing your arm. Gregory narrowed his eyes at your sketches. – “I like it.” – he outed making Anthony stare in disbelieve at him. – “What, it’s great.” – he added.

You laughed at your brother’s silly remark. Benedict neared as he took the sketchbook from Hyacinth. – “It is a good technique.” – he spoke. Eloise plucked the book from him. – “Can I rip out a few for my personal collection?” – she asked looking through your sketches with a gleam in her eyes. – “Sure.” – you told her.

Eloise grinned, carefully ripping a page out. – “I’m taking this.” – she presented, shutting the book and holding it to you. – “Can I have one too?” – Gregory asked. – “Why not.” – you showed him the book as he searched for one to take out. – “You are such a weird one.” – Francesca whispered to you, making you laugh loud.

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