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ontheoddoccasioniwritestuff · 2 years

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The Rake (Anthony Bridgerton x Reader)

Prompt: “I was holding your hand to convey sincerity and you said something I don’t have an immediate answer to, so I’m going to kiss your hand instead.”

AN: I had a series of hand kissing prompts and I wrote this a while ago for Anthony because I wasn’t really happy with how the show handled the Rake plot line. I’ve got a few more drafted that I might post later, one for Benedict Bridgerton, one for Eddie Munson etc. Let me know what you think.

WC: 1k

Reader: Presents as a woman, no pronouns or Y/N used

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When your family butler Thompson announced the entrance of Lord Anthony Bridgerton for the second time in fifteen minutes, you stood up from the chaise to receive him. However his face was not clear with his usual civility as it had been when he first arrived - before he was taken into your father’s office for a private conversation.

As if he communicated telepathically, Thomspon closed the door behind Lord Bridgerton once you had curtseyed and he had bowed. He was your chaperone. So this was a private affair, but not a proposal. Of course it wouldn’t have been the latter. You and the Viscount hadn’t even courted.

Reading this from your thoughts, the Viscount cleared his throat before speaking, “Your father forbids me from courting you, or indeed marrying you.”

Your gaze dropped to the carpet for a split second before you regained your composure, “Did he make known his reasons?”

“He fears that my reputation will taint yours and your family’s.”

You nodded, attempting to collect your thoughts whilst you stalled: “While I do not care to have my father speak on behalf of my future, I will admit that I am unnerved by what the ton has to say about you. However, I wish to hear from you first what you have to say about these rumours of your disreputable behaviour prior to this season.”

It was clear this made Lord Bridgerton uncomfortable: his feet shifted in their new leather boots, his brown eyes found themselves losing their usual ego, and his shoulders struggled to stay rigid.

When he gathered his nerve back together, he spoke: “The rumours are not entirely unfounded. In fact, until recently, I did not consider the fallout of my actions on myself, my family, and the women I… associated with. That being said, I am firm in my belief that I will carry out my duties as Viscount without returning to my old ways.”

Carefully you arranged your skits as you lowered yourself back to the chaise. You then patted the space beside you.

“Sit with me.”

Your gentle request was taken upon, with Lord Bridgerton perching beside you and just a few inches of space separating your legs. As you continued to speak, he listened closely, like nothing else mattered.

“You must understand that in entering courtship, I consider what future we would have together. How could I be happy, knowing that my husband openly seeks pleasure from other women and that the ton looks on me with pity for being trapped in a marriage like that?”

As Lord Bridgerton processed this, his eyes cast down for a moment, you filled the lack of response with more of your thoughts, for he had not once made you feel like you should hide them:

“Now you have said so yourself, you seek an amicable marriage fit for your future as Viscount, not one of love. I accept that as a statement. But I do not know if I can accept that you have changed so completely and so quickly.”

“I would not do to you what you have said, if you were my wife.”

“By comparison, you would become as celibate as a priest. Would you be happy with that?”

“I do not seek happiness, only to carry out my duties for my family. You would be my family too, and if that is what you wished, I would follow your example.”

“And once your duties are complete, when my childbrearing hips have been put to use, what then?”

“Y/N, I would never forsake you for the brief pleasures in a whore’s arms. It would be you and you alone I seek. We would be a pair unmatched by anyone. Our lives have changed for the better from the moment we met; it would multiply infinitely when we exchanged wedding vows.” So encapsulated in his speech was I, that I did not notice when he had sandwiched my hand between his. “I would be yours and yours alone, your faithful husband, your partner, your slave.”

You wanted to believe him; you truly did. Every inch of you screamed at your mind to just fall for his pretty words. Even if he did not love you, your dances and conversations amidst promenades were the most entertaining things that had happened this entire season. He would be more than a welcomed partner in the future. You would be taken care of, be given your own duties and Dowager Viscountess Violet Bridgerton to guide you as Viscountess.

But what was the point, if you were to become a walking embarrassment to the point where you could not show your face without hearing the whispers of Whistledown’s followers wafting over your home life? What kind of wife, host, mother would you be?

“I’m sorry, Lord Bridgerton, I wish to but I still do not know if I believe you.”

His chest slowly shrinking with a sigh, Anthony raised your hand to his lips and kissed the bridge of your knuckles. His touch lingered and his breath tickled over your skin, warmed in his gentle grip. This gesture was not intended to ruin you for other men should silent Thompson at the door spill the beans. It felt like sealing a promise in those earnest brown eyes that made you weak at the knees just looking at you - so thank goodness you were both sitting.

“I understand,” Anthony lowered your hands to where your knees touched, “So please let me try to prove how serious I am to you,” He said quietly.

“What about my father?”

“He may change his mind, he may not. It is yours I care about.”

You didn’t know for how long he would try, when you did not have his luxury of more than a few seasons to spend waiting for this change in you and him, before you would have to settle for one proposal or another. But Anthony’s sincerity was all you needed to decide on your course of action.

You kissed his hand as he had yours. “Then try. Please.”

#anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton fanfic #anthony bridgerton imagine #bridgerton #bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fanfic #bridgerton imagine #My writing #r: female #wc: >1k

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 5 months

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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

#just a silly little thing i wrote in record time in the bus #i love him sm yall dont get him like i do #just silly boyfriend katsuki tingz #him n my oc r childhood friends in my canon so thats why i made this #i love my boyfriend #I didn’t know how to end this one either #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x oc

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leclercstarrs · 4 months

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academy coriolanus and sejanus giving you oral at the same time ; mdni

you’re sitting on the edge of your bed, your legs spread as far as possible, and between them, the two boys are on their knees. coriolanus is on the left, one of his hands gripping your thigh, restricting you from squirming in pleasure. his other hand reaches for one of your tits, massaging your hardened nipple.

sejanus is on your right, one of his hands reaching behind you to squeeze your ass, while his other hand softly runs through the other boy’s blonde hair, guiding his movements as the two of them work together to make you cum with their tongues.

“fuck, keep going.” you gasp, lying back with the support of your elbows on the bed. the two boys eagerly lap at your folds, their tongues meeting when they reach your clit, quickly overstimulating the sensitive nub. “oh my—” you bite into your lower lip, to focused on your pleasure to realize that if you bit any harder, your lip would start to bleed.

their tongues occasionally meet as they continue to mercilessly lick your clit, your hips bucking and writhing with every movement from them, soft moans escaping your mouth.

“doing so good, baby.” sejanus pulls away from your cunt for a moment to praise you, some of your juices coating his lips. you nod in response, raking your hand through his curls, then doing the same with your other hand for coriolanus, who’s too busy trying to make you cum to say any praise, or even any degrading remarks. sejanus lets coriolanus keep kitten licking at your clit, while he instead starts exploring your folds with his tongue. he gathers all your juices as he sucks at your pussy. tossing your head back, your mouth opens but you’re unable to even let out the sounds of your ecstasy. your thighs shake lightly, a knot slowly building up in your stomach.

your eyes roll back, “that feels so good.” you breathe out, “keep going, please, please.”

coriolanus and sejanus do as you say, increasing the speed of their tongues, not holding back. you let out one final moan, the pressure in your stomach quickly building as you cum, letting yourself fall back on the bed.

coriolanus moves away from your clit as sejanus licks up every last drop of your juices. “come here.” the blonde instructs sejanus, who follows his demand. coriolanus leans towards sejanus, the two of them starting to kiss, their tongues exchanging a mixture of their saliva and your cum.

#both r munches confirmed #x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #coriolanus snow x female!reader #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus imagine #coriolanus smut #coriolanus fanfiction #coriolanus snow x you #sejanus plinth x reader #sejanus plinth fanfiction #snowjanus x reader #tbosas x reader #the hunger games x reader

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konigceo · 7 months

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könig cumming 2 quickly

written by a minor

könig gets all shaky whenever he's abt to cum, n it gets sooo much more intense when he cums early :( he gets worried for a second, worried that u would be disappointed in him for cumming this early on. it's honestly ur fault, u just feel too good that he can't help!!

könig tries his best to make you stop grinding onto him, trying to delay his impending orgasm. but ofc it doesn't work, u were so needy for him all day, and needed his cock right then and there!!! he honestly loves it when ur all over him, he feels so useful to u :(

könig's hands tremble at your hips, whimpering your name out so sweetly, 'bitte, bitte..' he pleads. könig's mind turns to mush, poor guy doesn't even know what he's pleading for :( he's so conflicted, he doesn't want you to stop, but he doesn't wanna cum so easily like a horny teenager :(

it's been so long since he's felt this fucking good, maybe it's the long deployment getting to him. könig spurts his load inside of you, shame coursing in his veins. his mind is racing, not just from the orgasm, but from the pure shame he's feeling :( he's a seasoned colonel, a grown man, yet he comes unraveling at your pussy.

as you momentarily stop, könig utters a quiet apology. 'mein liebe.. i- i'm sorry, i didn't mean to cum so quickly,' he mutters. you reassure him, telling him that you're glad you made him feel that good. könig still feels bad, cumming before you did, so he makes sure you cum an extra 2 times!! he wants to make it up to you, not like you didn't enjoy it ;)

#lala speaks ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁ ˖#könig x afab!reader #konig x afab!reader #könig smut #konig smut #könig headcanons #konig headcanons #könig x fem reader #konig x female reader #könig #konig #könig mw2 #konig mw2 #HELP LMAO i wrote this on my camping trip #its very nice out here #love it #i loveeee the beach omg #my hands r freezing tho #its so cold

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possible-streetwear · 8 months

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nyahchan · 8 months

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Ok, here we go. Cryptid x Reader, where the Reader is on a hike with friends and said friends prank the reader in a really mean way causing them to run off and start crying. The Cryptid stumbles upon reader crying and for some reason misinterprets this as reader seeking a mate and starts doing a mating dance thing that the reader starts out being confused by and a little scared but then they start giggling and think it's really pretty, but then that is misinterpreted as accepting the Cryptid and the Cryptid is soooo happy that this little human wants their eggs! And obviously the crying is just from nerves, so they'll just hum and sing until the get all sleepy and fuck their eggs into them. And they'll be so happy when the wake up safe in the Cryptid's nest and so full and pregnant!

Sorry if that was long and weird lol my brain just kept going.

A Cryptid's mate

Yandere cryptid x gn reader

TW:non-con, implied killing, toxic friends, attempted murder, monster fucking, somnophilia, extremely rough non-con, blood, breeding

Author's note:- you didn't specify the gender so I tried to write it in a way that any gender can read it with whatever pronouns as I made sure not to add any

For you guys see this

Humans are stupid and weird, they tell others to be careful of the red signs yet they themselves seem to ignore them.

You are unfortunately one of those foolish humans, you saw the signs yet you chose to ignore them, you knew better than anyone else that these people who stand in front of you laughing right now, calling themselves your "friends" are just wolves in sheeps's clothings. Your eyes start to blur as you remember being so excited when your "friends" asked you to go on a hiking trip with them, there was a slight voice in the back of your head, asking numerous questions about why they would suddenly ask you to hang out with them in an activity considering they never included you in anything, but you were naive and hopeful and you decided to agree.

During the hike, your "friends" kept on whispering to each other and giggling, you couldn't understand why until they reach the middle of the forest where suddenly one of your "friends" shoved you and another took your hiking bag and began rummaging through it, throwing everything on the forest floor.You couldn't understand why, you tried to tell them to stop, but they kept on snickering "There's a dangerous bug that fell in your bag from one of the trees!" said one of them as they threw all your belongings on the floor and then "accidentally" stepped on them. You tried to brush it off as a kind gesture that went wrong, you tried to smile through it but deep down you knew, they did it on purpose.

Now most of the items you had brought for the hike was ruined, your bag had mud on it as well as the items that didn't get ruined. You all continued walking through the forest, going deeper and deeper inside when you guys are met with a river with high current going downstream, there's a path over it to walk through. Your "friends" tell you to walk on the path first ,feeling pressured,you do exactly that but as soon as you do, one of them pushed you into the river,you see in the corner of your eyes that they are grinning as you fall into the river. Your immediate survival insticts start working and you grab onto a large stone in the river and push yourself out, your bag flowing down the river. You're gagging and choking on air as you frantically ask them why they did it and the only thing you get in response is "it's a prank relaxxx" but you can't anymore, tears run down your face, you eyes get blurry and without thinking straight , you run off to whatever direction your feet take you to, you don't look back, you don't look front either, you're vision too blurry from the tears as you cry and run, your wet clothes making lots of splashing noise as it hugs your body, your undergarments fully visible through your clothes now.

Before you know it, you're in the middle of yet another forest except here, there are no trail tracks for hikers, but you don't care, you're too busy crying at the thought that your own "friends" tried to kill you, you cry by yourself, or at least that's what you think as right behind you stands a strange creature, not human, but not full monster, a cryptid or whatever humans nowadays decide to call his specifies, but it looks human and for some reason, it's extremely handsome. The cryptid man watches you cry from behind, you're so drowned in sorrow that you don't even realize there's a monster man behind you. He watches you cry and ponders on what might be the reason for such an adorable little human to be crying all by themselves in his territory, the territory where cryptids live, the territory he rules, the territory far away from human knowledge?And then it suddenly clicks in his mind, you're crying because you can't find a mate. Good news for you, he's also looking for one!

The cryptid immediately jumps in front of you, making his presence known to you. You're immediately startled and frightened at the creature in front of you, you rub your eyes to wipe the tears away and take in the appearance of said creature, it's around 8 feet tall, is muscular, looks so weird yet also like a human, his face is chizzled and he looks so handso- you shake your head and then look at the creature with a look of terror, but that immediately turns to confusion as the cryptid starts doing this weird funky dance, to you, it's a goofy silly dance, to him, it's a mating ritual and the second you crack a smile and start giggling at his mating ritual, he thinks you have accepted his proposal, he's so happy that this cute little human wants to be his mate, he can barely wait in anticipation as he sees your wet clothes sticking to your absolutely delicious body! The cryptid immediately picks you up like paper and carries you even deeper into the forest, you start panicking and try to struggle in the creature's grip but it's futile. Upon seeing your struggle, the cryptid interprets it as you're probably just nerves, but that's okay! He can just hum and sing to you so you feel relaxed cause he needs to make sure his mate is relaxed as he's gonna get his little human pregnant with his seed! And so starts humming a song, occasionally singing it while he keeps taking you deeper and deeper into the forest, before long, you stop struggling and fall limp in his arms as you fall asleep. The cryptid is happy that you're finally relaxed as he places you in his lavish and comfortable nest.

Your clothes are no longer on your body, thrown somewhere in a forgotten corner. Your unconscious body spread apart as you're being split on his large girthy cock, all that can be heard is the wet clenching noises of his inhuman cock hitting deep inside you, slapping against your skin. He plays with your nipples, licking, turning and twisting them, earning a moan from your coma like sleep state. Moans escape your mouth so often even though you're asleep, he's glad that he decided to put you to bed before fucking and breeding your tiny little human body as you definitely would've gotten hurt otherwise as blood drips down from the skin that tore which was expected considering his cock is way too big, so girthy and meaty and the tip is like a mushroom. At one point, you wake up but the immense pain you feel immediately causes you to pass out. The cryptid kisses your lips as it feels itself nearing his release after 3 hours of constant abuse on your tiny body and within a few minutes, he ejaculates inside you, his eggs spilling so deep inside you, your stomach starts bloating a bit and then bloats a lot. You look absolutely divine , filled with his eggs! Although not all of them wi fertiloze, at least one or two will, and he's so excited to see his little human mate all round and pregnant with his spawns!

When you awaken again, you're lying on a fluffy nest, your eyes hazy, you feel dizzy, you feel heavier, you feel extremely sore and in pain to the point tears start trickling down your face, suddenly a pair of rough hands touch you from behind, one caressing your stomach while the other is caressing your face, wiping the tears off of it, you can't do anything but cry "I'm sorry, you must be in a lot of pain, there was lot of blood, don't worry I stitched you up" you wonder how this creature even knows human language, or where he got the tools for stitches or how he knew how to do it, your mind runs a 100 miles a second,youre too scared and exhausted to move so you just whimper when from the corner of your eyes, you spot familiar clothes, you recognize them immediately as the clothes of your "friends", your eyes widen as you see blood on those clothes and your eyes try to wander further to see the full scene but the cryptid immediately covers your eyes with one hand while the other is still caressing your bloates stomach, he coos in your ear "shh darling, you're still recovering, just relax and go back to sleep, you're gonna be a mother soon, you don't need to stress about anything, I got you new clothes as gift for taking my eggs so well, I just haven't washed them yet" is all you hear before passing out again. You're now stuck with this strange creature.

#smut #yandere x reader #yandere x male reader #yandere x female reader #yandere x reader smut #yandere teratophilia #teratophillia #exophelia #yandere exophilia #gender neutral reader #yandere x gn reader #yandere #breeding k1nk #non con #r@pe kink

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simonetingz · 9 months

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Beauty Commercials (2000s).

#early 2000s #r&b/hip hop #female rappers #megan good #90s black girls

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goddessike · 1 month

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You know what time it is

#men gets pegged #sissy pegged #he gets pegged #humiliated sissy #findom humiliation #feminine sissy #caged chastity #r@pe kink #chasity #submisive sissy #cnc k!nk #domme mommy #female dominance

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bruisedboys · 1 year

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can I request eddie and shy!reader with reader’s first kiss?! I imagine he’d be so gentle with her!

I want him to be my first kiss so bad!! waiting for him to be real so he can kiss me tbh

summary: eddie gives shy!you your first kiss

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Eddie thinks you look really pretty.

He’d tell you so but he’s already told you twice tonight, and he’s pretty sure if he says it again you’ll burst into flames on the spot. You’re quite shy — it’s endearing and very adorable but it also means Eddie has to be more careful of what he says and does. He wouldn’t want to scare you off.

He watches you pore over a book, sitting cross-legged on his bed. He badly wants to tell you how lovely you look. In a t-shirt that’s too big for you and a pair of sweatpants. Your hair all messy pretty and tucked behind your ears. He holds his tongue, turning back to the old band tee he’s hacking the sleeves off on his bedroom floor.

“Eddie?”

Your voice breaks the comfortable silence you and Eddie had been sitting in. Eddie puts down his scissors and looks up. He likes the way you’ve said his name, like he’s the only person ever. He’s sure he sounds similar when he says your name. He smiles at you.

“Yeah?”

You shuffle forwards on his bed, sliding to the edge until your legs dangle off. Eddie’s struck, yet again, by how beautiful you are. It takes all the breath out of his chest.

“Um.” You pause then, and get this nervous look on your face. Eddie knows it well. You’re often nervous around him.

He sits up straighter. By the looks of it you’re wanting to tell him something. Or ask him something. “Yeah, honey?”

Your eyes flick to Eddie and then back to your hands where they’re twisted in your lap. Eddie sees the tap tap tap of your foot, the wringing of your hands. He shuffles forward on the floor and gets a hand on your knee, fingers curling around the bottom of your thigh.

“What is it?” He asks softly.

When you answer your staring at your lap, determined to avoid Eddie’s eyes.

“Well … I just. I was reading that part in The Princess Bride, the bit about the five kisses? And I just wondering …” You reach up and scrub the back of your neck awkwardly. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

Eddie balks. He was not expecting that. It’s a big question — for you to ask and for Eddie to answer. He has his own reasons. The biggest one being he’s afraid to scare you off, to mess up maybe the best thing in his life right now. Not only that, but he knows how tentative you are about relationship stuff. It’s all new to you.

The silence stretches too long. Eddie rushes to break it before you think he’s gone and backed out on you.

“Oh.” He says, more flustered than he’s ever been with you. Normally you’re the flustered one. He’s realising now how hard it is being on the receiving end. “Well, um. I … I guess—“

“Do you not want to?” You ask quietly, interrupting Eddie’s rambling.

Eddie stops short. “What?” He stares up at you. He can hardly believe you think that. Of course he wants to kiss you — he’d kind of thought you wouldn’t want him to. “No. No, sweetheart, that’s not it. I just. Well, I just wanted to wait until you were ready … “ He pauses, catches the look on your face, like you’re waiting for something to happen. “Are you ready?”

You bite your lip. Not for the first time, Eddie wonders what it would be like to kiss your lips. You nod very slowly.

“I think so,” you say. You’re staring at his mouth now.

Eddie nods so quick he almost snaps his neck. He hardly cares.

“Okay,” he says earnestly. He scrambles to his feet and then moves to stand in front of you, your knees pressing into his legs.

You blink up at him. Eddie can’t resist taking your face in his hands. Your skin is hot to touch. He imagines his face would feel the same.

“You’re really pretty,” he says despite himself. Even though he’d promised not to tell you again until at least tomorrow.

“Eddie,” you chide softly.

Eddie just grins. “Are you sure you want to?” He asks you, struggling to hear himself over the thump of his heart in his ears. He very much wants to give you a Princess Bride worthy kiss right now.

You nod around his hands. “I’m sure,” you say.

Eddie leans in then. His hands on your face, pulling you gently towards him. His eyelids fluttering shut. It feels different but it feels right. He’s about half a second away from kissing you when you say,

“Wait.”

Eddie opens his eyes. You’re so close he could count your eyelashes.

“What?” He whispers back.

“I’ve never kissed anyone before,” you say. Your breath fans over Eddie’s mouth, your lips ghosting over his. It takes all his might not to kiss you right then and there. “I don’t know how,” you admit.

“That’s okay,” Eddie tells you. It is okay. And he’s maybe a lot more honoured than he should be that he’s gonna be your first kiss. “You’ll learn.”

“You’ll teach me?”

Eddie looks at you and thinks yeah, he’ll teach you. He’ll do literally anything you could ever ask of him. “Of course, angel.”

“Okay,” you say. You smile and Eddie thinks if he doesn’t kiss you now he might pass out.

He kisses you. He doesn’t pass out but he comes pretty close.

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Sunflower (Benedict Bridgerton x Reader) Smut

Summary: The second Bridgerton boy occasionally needs to be reminded that he is, in fact, desired very much by his wife-to-be.

AN: This one’s for my gal @ifyousawthisnoyoudidnt <3 and based a wee bit on Sunflower Vol. 6. I love this wee speech of his, and so I was inspired by my friend to write Benedict being inspired by her too.

Masterlist // 1st POV on AO3

Content warnings: public sex, P in V sex, second person

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This season was yours for the taking. True, you were not the Diamond this year but fortunately that absolved you of dealing with the many unsuitable suitors that flocked like gulls to a picnic, uninvited and obnoxious. It was at last your opportunity to feel some control over your destiny. You could harness all my wiles into finding yourself a worthy husband. Except you were still waiting for that future husband to admit he would like to be so.

It wasn’t a secret Benedict Bridgerton and you had been courting for the majority of the season - only missing out on the first few days to keep the man on his toes. Evidently you’d tipped him off his balance after your awkward promenade yesterday though, or rather your father did with his cutting words and turned-up expression. An expression that Benedict was mimicking now that he had spied you at the centre of Lady Danbury’s ball and dancing with a man that was not him.

As he leant over to murmur to his brother Anthony, you assumed their conversation was about you and grinned at Baron Sinclair, who had agreed to your little plan. He was such a loyal friend, anyone else would think you were romantically involved but no, your hearts belonged to others and your minds were too alike. No, you belonged with Benedict and you thought he knew this already. In his absence, you vowed to no longer remain passive whilst he decided if he wanted me or not. The former would push him to prove his affections and the latter would cause you to stop chasing a man you had been chasing half your life.

The bonus was the dance itself. Baron Sinclair was marvellously graceful and it had been too long since you paired together for a romp about the floor. Your conversation was light and scandalous with your scheme, along with the news that he may begin courting despite it being late in this season.

Mid spin, you caught Benedict shaking his head and it was definitely aimed towards you. His eyes remained downcast after a brief moment of eye contact, and your own gaze shifted back to Baron Sinclair who grinned at what you’d been caught doing. Your mild embarrassment only led to a giggle which perpetuated the charade until the end of our dance. Perhaps you were being less subtle than necessary, but given how vexing the situation was, you thought you could be granted a little leeway.

As the quartet ceased their string stroking, Baron Sinclair and you found ourselves at the farthest end of the room and your back to where your future betrothed had been standing. Couples bowed and curtsied to one another before dispersing.

“I hope our plan works,” Baron Sinclair whispered before walking from you.

With a satisfied sigh, you strode across the room to find your bashful bloke. But where you had last seen him met you with a table with glasses of lemonade atop a pressed cream cloth. Not one Bridgerton was in sight, least of all the one you sought after. Your expression fixed itself on neutrality lest Lady Whistledown was watching - and she was always watching. As a new song began, you hunted for him amidst the dancers in case he had copied your scheme. But no, he was nowhere. You did however spy your mother scanning the heads of the party - most likely for you - so you ducked into the adjacent hallway and flattened yourself against the wall in a pretence of taking a breath.

“Miss L/N.”

Fuck. Caught, and by Colin Bridgerton of all people, leaning against a wall opposite and nursing a drink you could smell was alcoholic from here.

“Mr Bridgerton,” You lifted away from the wall (but still used it as a shield), bowing your head though you offered him no more politeness than required. “Might I ask where your brother is?”

“Which one?” The same joke, every time, and every time you still asked the same question and was provided the same answer:

“The second one.” You said it without the usual jest.

With an exaggerated shrug, Colin replied, “I’m afraid I’ve no clue where Benedict is.”

“Well, enjoy your evening.” And you quickly moved on.

Your eyes and ears surveyed every room twice more before leaving for another. But he was nowhere in the house from what you could sense. Unless he was hiding in the bathroom, but you would wait for proof on that before becoming disgusted at such a cowardly - and frankly gross - avoidance.

A fruitless search really soured your mood. You did not consider your plan working so well it drove him away. The dances were starting to irritate you with all the happy couples swaying around and everyone else staring either pleased to see someone they knew matched or alongside you with your ugly envy.

Cool crisp air bit into the bare skin of your chest and arms once you stepped out of doors. That disgusting heat of the ballroom was stifling, and your chest relaxed once more. Tuberose bloomed through the gaps in the stone staircase’s balusters. They reached for you as you dropped down each step with a pout on your face, wanting to promise you that things would work out better. And you knew they were right, but that didn’t negate the fact that right now everything felt a little bit worse.

A chill of goosebumps suddenly prickled on your neck. But the night was still, no breeze on any side of your body. You touched the sensitive spot with your gloved hand before turning to their source of strife.

On the terrace above, looking down, a glass in his hand, was Benedict. His position was central in the gallery of windows that the house held. His face was thrown in shadows but you could still make out the slope of his nose, and you could feel his fixed stare still holding you in place. How could you have been so stupid to forget the terrace? There was little hope for him not seeing how flushed you were - even from that distance - but you had one thing keeping me the executive of this dance he’d extended from the ballroom: you stared right back, allowing soft blinks only to change about how you looked up at him.

“There you are, dearest!”

You blinked away from Benedict’s stare. Mother was approaching with her arms wide open; they turned you about on the spot when she reached you before ushering you in the direction of the carriage.

She reinforced her gesture, “Come, it’s time to go home.”

A glance over your shoulder revealed Benedict moving back inside the house. His glass was left on the balcony, a few droplets remaining inside. Your elbow lifted from your mother’s grasp.

“One moment, Mama, I have yet to say goodbye to Eloise.”

You fled back to the house before she could protest and catch you. Once inside, your feet moved deliberately with your chin up high, acting as though everything you did was completely correct and without haste. Your skirts were lifted to ascend the stairs. Your head searched left and right before your left wrist jerked away from you, dragging you down one of the empty corridors until you collided with a hard chest. As you were straightening up, your search ended.

“Benedict,” You cleared your throat, “How opportune, I was just looking for you.”

“And I you.” But the dance continued.

“I think you’re lying; your avid interest in avoiding me since the start of this week can’t have changed as suddenly as it started.”

That certainly caught him off guard. Before he only looked a little flustered. Now he looked agog. Though he shouldn’t have been. Your bluntness was a staple of your relationship.

After a moment’s quiet, he spoke, “I apologise for my absence. I’ve had a lot on my mind.”

“Such as?”

“My art school application, my elder brother’s most odd behaviour this season, your father’s unveiled threats, and the fact that you are dancing around men who don’t deserve to think of you.”

“What about what I deserve? Not a word for a week from you, after five of making your intentions explicit! Am I worthy of such confusion?” You said, the sardonic tone ladled on a tad thick, but Benedict’s wide eyed reply was just as you wanted.

“No, of course not.”

“Then what?”

Benedict was not a poet. So it was natural to see him struggle with his words. However a spike of concern reached your heart when you saw that he was genuinely becoming upset over this. He brought a fist to his mouth, his family crest embedded on his ring, to muffle his words as he blurted out:

“God, I wish I could capture you. Then I could get all my thoughts for you onto a canvas and hang it in a museum, muse about it with my peers over its true meaning then forget as I move onto my next piece. But you were never made to hang on a wall or to be still long enough for me to get some interpretation of your being in paint so that I might know you better.”

“What is it about me you wish to know, my Lord?” You asked slowly, trying not to wobble under the weight of his implications.

“I want to know your feelings towards me.”

“I have been very transparent with how I feel about you. Not once have I tried to hide it, nor will I ever attempt to.”

“Unless you decide to dance with another man.”

Your hand shot up between you, a fingertip hovering an inch over his lips, “You wish for me to give myself over to you, you do not interrupt me again.” Once you had Benedict’s seal of approval and or his mouth, you continued with a little more openness in your voice: “Benedict, I feared that I would wait forever for you to tell me that you loved me just as I love you. So forgive my impatience and garish speech, but I had to spur you into a decision because it is both our futures that your inaction will affect.”

“I doubt your father will let me ask for your hand.”

“I did not realise you were marrying my father instead of me.” Unfortunately, you could not stop that one slipping past your notice.

Benedict rolled his eyes, though his grin still broke through before he could mask it again. That eased your nerves a little. Just a hint of that glorious beaming smile crinkling at his eyes made you feel all the better. At least you hadn’t put him off completely with your little rebellion.

But to play on the safe side for once, you continued with sincerity, “He cannot force me to marry someone I do not love, he should know this by now. Besides, if you were to remain resolute and stand up to him, he might respect you more than if you were to cower away from one verbal altercation.”

Sighing, Benedict smoothed back his hair and said sarcastically, “How was I so blind? He is where you get your talent for frustrating me from.”

Your tensions were now placated as you shared a quelled laugh. You did deserve that dig, but he would not love you so much if you did not keep him on his toes lest he need to sprint to your aid. Any other lady here would keep him on the heel, ready to back away from a dance he was wrangled into by a mother - his or the lady in question. No disrespect to them, but you were a better fit to the second born Bridgerton now more than ever, having literally chased him down. And now he should know that he was the best for you, capturing you unchaperoned in a whirlwind.

Unknown footsteps echoed from the left. Benedict swiftly whipped aside a nearby curtain and you both ducked behind it. Its length kept everything down to your shoes hidden from the pair passing by. Your chests held your breaths long after they left the corridor,

Your profiles were framed by a glass canvas that showed the gardens. The buttery glow of candlelight against the night’s darkness through the other windows stretched out over the lawns, contrasting the stillness with new shadows popping in and out alongside the party’s hubbub. But the gardens did not interest you in the slightest. You were too busy looking at Benedict’s arresting eyes to bother with the risk of your circumstances.

“You are rather too good at pulling me into hiding spots,” You whispered, “One might think you’re trying to keep me for yourself.”

A glint sparked in the corner of his cornflower stare, “That’s exactly what I am doing.”

“My mother is waiting for me in our carriage,” was all you could profess to counter with.

“You should leave then,” Benedict replied, the lilt in his voice finally giving you that teasing you’d been waiting for all week.

With a smirk, you shook your head, “No.”

Your body was pressed against the cool glass, trapped between an artist’s hands as he moulded you against his mouth. You let him paint inside your mouth with the brush of his tongue against yours mixing new creations into being. A short prayer flitted across your thoughts that no one should enter the garden until you were satisfied. You did not linger on it to ensure the Lord heard me, for Benedict was far more worthy of your time and worship.

Looping your leg over his buttocks, you felt his stiff cock beneath his breeches press against you. Both of you dared to moan together, a forbidden harmony that would ruin you should someone else tread this corridor. But, as Benedict’s kisses travelled down your jaw, you could not find it within you to care.

“What do you deserve?” His lips buzzed on your neck with every word, and as his hands pulled from your waist, you heard the faint click of his belt, “You deserve the world, and I shall spend my life providing it.”

“Is that a promise?” You teased.

No more words followed. Benedict ripped up your skirts in so deranged a manner that you almost worried he would tear them. But no, he was too careful for that. Even when his large hands found your bare thighs beneath the layers of fabric and hoisted you up, you knew he would never harm you. Hurt, maybe, but not harm.

Your clumsiness brought on by tantalising delights fumbled to bring you two together, keeping you open for him and guiding him over your cunt. Clearly he wasn’t letting you get off so easily with your recent behaviour. Or maybe he was rewarding it, because the way he rubbed you was more intoxicating than any cocktail. Your voice had a hard time staying in your throat, but Benedict could feel how your breath shuddered and stopped at his touch, so it only motivated him to trust his process as well as drive him to push further.

The moment you felt him enter you, you knew you’d experienced something close to Heaven. No wonder it was so scandalous before marriage, you felt such a naughty enchantment in Benedict’s prowess that you would love for all of the ton to know, to resent you for capturing his heart and his cock. But as he kissed you deeply, grasping at your legs to fit a better angle, you knew that it would be your best kept secret and one only married couples would get a hint of gossip about. He was made to fit inside you.

Vulgar noises trembled on your tongue. Every noise made, the slap of your skin, the delight his cock met your cunt with, was hiding beneath the muffled orchestra beneath the floor.

There was nothing to hold but your Benedict. Your arms were folding behind his neck one moment then your hands were sliding down to tug on his hair the next. His fingers dug purple blemishes into your skin, the warmth of his ring promising to leave the biggest mark. A cross worth bearing if it kept you here. Plus he might have ruined your hair if he was not occupied pinning you to the window.

His every movement brought your pleasure, building upon the last before it faded, and bouncing into you, kissing and missing until your lips were bruised. Your head knocked against the glass as you whimpered for him. You knew you would not last, but you were reassured by the fact that he would not either - if the state of his hips’ pace was anything to go by. How easily you took each other apart, the knowledge of your partner stoked the fire and burnt the kindling that was your fulfilment until you knew nothing but the space between curtain and window.

His face was in your chest, kissing what little of your breasts he could reach in this dress while you pet his hair. In your lust, I almost damned what scandal would follow and demanded he rip the bodice from your body and ravish you once more. But as he licked the sweat off your neck and the clock chimed nine, you knew you would have to part now.

As you slipped down the window back to your unsteady feet, your skirts falling back into place like nothing had occurred, the fogged up panes steamed around a silhouette of your sin caught your attention.

“Did that capture me long enough for you to understand?”

“Not as long as I would have liked,” Benedict said with a slight tilt of his head, “But long enough, yes.”

“You could pick me back up.”

“Temptress, you would have my sore arms and later your mother to answer to.”

You both set about wiping it away, the smudges at least removing some of your evidence before Benedict thought to use the curtain as an extra measure. You daintily knelt down on your still shaking legs to catch the remaining spots. A thought crossed your mind to undo his trousers for him, but the satisfaction of your love making plus his reminder of your mother had both sated and spoiled your sordid mood. Your hands met at the last of the condensation, and Benedict helped you to stand.

“I will call on you tomorrow,” He said, linking your fingers together, “And I shall ask your father for your hand. We will start our new life together, and I will have all the time in the world to know you.”

Though his sincerity moved you, you still had just a little left in you to rag him: “But only if I accept.”

“Will you?”

“I do deserve the world, Benedict. Because you are my world,” and you kissed his hand in yours, “Yes, I will accept.”

And he smiled at you. All my life you would want to see that smile at minimum thrice a day: when you woke in the morning, over lunch or a reunion in the mid afternoon, and just before you went to sleep. You would relish in its warmth and unabashed joy

Mother found you at the edge of the ballroom, having not found Eloise after all but staying “for another dance”, hence your flustered appearance. She ushered you into the carriage and you set off immediately. Through the window, you could see him once again on the terrace whilst your horses pulled away from the party. It was impossible for him to have seen you and at this distance it was hard to tell, but you could picture his face. It was etched onto your mind as you drifted off in your bed.

He kept his word, arriving post breakfast with a bouquet of tulips. You pretended not to suspect a thing as he requested a lone audience with your parents and - once they had returned to the drawing room - with you. And if you saw the bulge in his pocket that would be the approximate size of a ring box, then all suspense was stolen in favour of planting seeds of what your marriage would look like. His proposal watered those seeds, and his smile at your unhesitant acceptance was the sunlight.

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