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narcissisticmf · 11 months

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draw me | benedict bridgerton x fem!reader

description: you ask benedict to draw you, wearing almost nothing.

trigger warnings: nudity, sexual content, seductive behavior, oral sex, etc. please do not proceed in reading if you are under the age of 18.

word count: 1.8k

You walked through the halls with servants of the Bridgerton family, standing outside the opened door to Benedict's study, where he was working behind a canvas.

"You have a caller, Mr. Bridgerton," Stated the servant, bowing his head. You walked into the room, in a silk dress, a silver chain was dangling beautifully around your neck. You stared at Benedict with a soft expression, eyes gentle and calm.

"Leave us," Benedict offered a generous grin to his servants as they left the room, latching the door shut behind them. You continued gazing at him, never turning away, not even once.

"Am I too early? I didn't realize you were already working on something else," You explained as he stared at you with the utmost loving gaze.

"No, not at all, please, have a seat," He gestured to the sofa beside you. "Can I get you a drink?" Benedict asked politely after you planted your bottom against the soft cushions.

"I'm quite well for now, thank you," You admitted.

"Shall we get started then?" He smiled. You nodded softly. "I'd like you to lay down, on your back," He instructed as you did as told, you followed every word that he spoke. Your stomach bubbled with ease and excitement.

Benedict stared at you for a little while, his fingers gripping his chin as his eyes squinted, scanning your body's position. He walked over to you with a gentle demeanor.

"Permission to touch you?" He asked as he looked at you, his gaze never broke from you.

You looked up to him and nodded softly, "Yes."

Benedict gently grasped your wrist and moved your arm to lay against the top of your head. He stepped back and examined your position, smiling.

"Benedict?" You called softly after he had turned around to head back to his canvas, that was propped up on an easel. He turned around with asked 'what' with his eyes, pupils blown out.

"Might I make a small suggestion?" You asked and he nodded. "Wouldn't the image be more raw if my form wasn't so.. cladded?"

Benedict did his best to fight the growing smile. He agreed to your suggestion, as long as you were alright and comfortable. He made sure that you were one hundred percent on board with it.

After confirming your wishes, you stood up from the sofa and lifted the dress from the bottom, over your head, tossing the silk material across the room, beside the windows. You removed all your undergarments, and soon became completely vulnerable. Your breasts laid naturally against your ribcage. Benedict admired you, his eyes traveling up and down your exposed body.

You laid back against the sofa and fixed yourself to be in the form which Benedict had you in moments ago. All that was against your skin was a silver chain. Your hair was down and curled, the way your servants did it the morning of.

Benedict did his best to fight the smile that was against his lips. You smiled softly, but soon it ceased, wanting to keep a serious expression for the final product of the piece.

"Does an artist often blush when drawing one of their subjects?" You grinned mischievously as Benedict let out a small giggle.

"Shh," He hushed you and continued painting away. He managed to get every curve, every beautiful detail amongst your body, matching your skintone perfectly. He even got the subtle glassiness in your eyes and the way the sunlight reflected against your body and about the room.

You were unsure if it was the temperature of the room or the fact that you were at your most vulnerable in front of a man, but your nipples hardened and Benedict took notice of this. He smirked, a lopsided one and stared at you for a moment, ceasing his motions of the paintbrush.

"Are you cold?" He questioned.

"Uhm, no, why?" You asked.

"'Tis my duty as the artist to make sure that my subject is comfortable and satisfied in all ways possible," He replied with a grin.

You smiled softly as you watched him continue to illustrate. He was so focused, looking to you and back at the canvas every few seconds.

Finishing the image, Benedict smiled and turned his easel around so that you could see it. Your lips curved into a grin as you saw how beautiful the painting was.

"It's beautiful, Benedict," You replied, still lying there, unclothed.

"Thank you, Miss. Y/N," He replied with a smug grin as he stared at you, admiring your body. "Will you.. uhm.. be getting back into your dress now?"

You stared at him for a moment, thinking. "If you wish it," You whispered.

"I certainly do not, but do you?" Benedict asked.

"No," You replied quickly. He smiled, his most famous lopsided grin. You slowly arose from the sofa and noticed how Benedict's eyes were glued to you. You walked towards him and noticed he was backing into the bookshelf behind him, pressing his hands against it, for leverage.

"Permission to touch you, Miss. Y/L/N?" He breathed out, almost desperate.

You leaned forward to whisper into his ear, "Yes."

Benedict hastily wrapped his arms lowly around your waist and pressed his lips to yours. You cupped his face and molded your lips with his perfectly. He tasted of brandy and mint. His hands moved down your bare back and towards your bum, gripping your cheeks softly. You released a whimper against his mouth as you pulled back, resting your chin to his shoulder. Your lips parted, to allow soft whines and moans to escape. Benedict moved his lips down your neck and across your shoulder, burying his face into your skin.

He slowly stepped forward, guiding you to the sofa you'd be lying on while Benedict was painting. You sat against it while he begun to remove his coat, tossing it beside your silk dress. You stared at him, eyeing his body up and down. He smirked and removed his suspenders, then his blouse overhead, tossing it to the side. He unzipped the side of his pants and kicked them off effortlessly. Soon, he was left is absolutely nothing.

The sun was setting outside, creating a beautiful reflection of light against Benedict's skin. You smiled as he walked towards the couch, leaning down to press his lips to yours. You kissed him back and gripped his biceps, pushing him to sit beside you. You wasted no time and straddled his waist, draping your arms around his neck, molding your lips perfectly against his.

You'd forgotten about everything; the servants just outside the door, the painting, the fact that your actions were so scandalous that both your life and Benedict's could be ruined if anyone found out. You were focused on him and only him, it was tranquil and comfortable. You felt safer than you had in a long time.

Benedict's hands were holding your sides, slowly dragging his fingers to your back, tracing your skin lightly. You moved your hips with his softly, making him groan quietly into your mouth.

Without taking his lips from yours, he pushed your to lay against your back, so that he was on top of you. You pressed your fingers against his face, engrossed in the taste of him.

Benedict pulled back to admire your body a little long. He noticed how hardened your nipples had become. He lowered his head, without breaking eye contact and placed his lips around your left breast, sucking on your nipple. You whimpered, leaning your head back as the arousal begun to stick to your inner thighs. His eyes were on you the entire time. He moved from your left to your right, repeating the same actions.

You leaned your head back against the cushions, releasing moans that were soon suppressed by Benedict's palm. You closed your eyes and used on hand to push through his hair, gripping it softly.

He dragged his wet lips down your stomach, around your navel and towards your heat. You released a shaky breath as his breath fanned against you. You slowly spread your legs to make it easier access for him. He slipped one finger into your mouth, making you blink in surprise.

"Suck on it. We don't want any unwanted ears hearing us, do we?" Benedict stated as he looked up to you, only raising his eyes. You nodded and begun to suck on his finger, hoping it would be enough to keep you quiet.

He pressed his mouth against your private, using his tongue to toy with your folds. It took a lot for you to keep quiet, but luckily his finger was doing the trick. You closed your eyes as let the feeling consume you. You wrapped your legs around Benedict's shoulders as he moved his lips and tongue against your strings.

Despite his finger keeping you silenced, there was still a beautiful melody within your whines that escaped into the atmosphere.

After a little while, Benedict arose and removed his finger from your mouth, using it to softly graze across your folds. You bit your tongue, having no desire for anyone to hear, but there was adrenaline in that, in knowing you could be caught or heard.

Benedict was on top of you, yet again and held your side with one hand, pressing his lips against yours. You hummed at the taste of your own heat, finding it sweet yet savory at the same time.

You felt Benedict slip effortlessly inside of you. You gasped into his mouth, feeling so many ecstasies all at once. He moved his hips to and fro, feeling how loose you'd been. The comfort in him and his actions was unlike anything you'd ever felt before or experienced.

"Benedict.." You moaned into his mouth as he continued his motions. He was a moaning mess as well, perhaps that was why he was kissing you the whole time.

"You feel absolutely wonderful, Y/N," Benedict whispered through a broken moan.

You had locked eyes with him, as the two of you became close to undoing. You felt your stomach unravel all the knots, reaching your climax. Benedict swiftly pulled out of you, releasing his sticky load against your stomach.

You were both out of breath as he smiled down at you, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek. He reached onto the ground to grab a cloth, gently wiping his essence off of you. He was sure to be careful, knowing that you must've been sensitive.

"That was perfect," You whispered, taking notice that the sun was already set and the moon was the only think illuminating the darkness of night.

Benedict smiled, chuckling lightly as he pressed a warm kiss to the corner of your mouth, "Perhaps, we should do this again sometime."

Smiling, you nodded.

a/n: hi, cuties!! so i just started watching bridgerton and i absolutely LOVE benedict! he's the sweetest character that i think i've ever seen and couldn't wait to write something for him! i'm sorry i haven't been posting much, work has been really crazy as well as my mental health. i hope you're all doing good! thank you so much for reading! — angelina. <33

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syraxnyra · 1 year

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'The innocence is gone'

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d4yl1ghts · 20 days

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new desires

simon basset x bridgerton, fem!reader

summary: you’re at your mother’s manor for dinner when you notice simon licking his spoon and you get some new thoughts

warnings: cunnilingus, praise kink, expeditionist kink, semi-public sex, fingering, p in v, orgasm, unprotected sex, nudity, breeding kink (maybe)

A/N- this is kind of cringe but it’s fine!!!

You glanced at the entrance of your childhood home as your carriage pulled to a stop. Simon hastily rose from his seat and gently took your hand as he guided you down the steps. Amidst the buildings around you, the manor blended in as most buildings were large and housed families. However, the manor had a larger garden than most, which is what made it bolder than the others. Simon had a soft hold on your hand as you both entered. “Hello, dearest.”, your mother said cheerfully as she hugged you. “Hello, mother.”, you hugged her back.

She reached over to shake Simon’s hand. “Hello, your grace.”, she stated. He chuckled. “Violet, I have said many times, just call me Simon.”, he responded amusedly. “Alright, Simon.”, she replied. As you and Simon walked into the kitchen, you were suddenly surrounded by Francesca, Gregory and Hyacinth. “Aww, hello.”, you said as you ruffled Gregory’s hair. They all hugged you as Simon watched the interaction from the side. He smiled at you gently as you made eye contact with him once you had pulled away.

Your four other siblings made their way over to you now. Simon made his way to his seat to allow you some privacy and to catch up with your family. “Hello, Y/N, how are you, I haven’t seen you in such a long time?”, Anthony lead the conversation. “I’m doing well, it has been wonderful to have some time to ourselves but I’ve missed you all so much.”, you replied earnestly. “We have all missed you too.”, Daphne added. “Yeah, Anthony has gotten especially annoying ever since you’ve been gone.”, Benedict responded teasingly as he glanced at Anthony. Anthony gave him a death stare in an almost threatening manner.

“Eloise, have you read any new books whilst I’ve been gone?”, you questioned as you had noticed she had yet to speak. “Oh yes, of course. There was one about a man who rose back from the dead to be with his true love.”, she started. For roughly five minutes she was naming and describing the books she had read. “Everyone sit down.”, Violet ordered.

You made your way beside Simon and his lips curved upwards at the sight of you. “Did you have a nice catch up, dear?”, he asked tenderly. “Yes, Eloise was informing me of all the books she has read and Benedict was telling me how annoying Anthony had gotten since I had left.”, you answered. Simon chuckled slightly.

The maids placed down many plates of food so there was a choice for everyone. You all began gathering your food onto your plates. After your main courses, you were quite full but Simon was not. For dessert, the maids served chocolate mousse. As Simon ate it, you couldn’t help but stare. His tongue washed over the spoon with expertise and you could only let your imagination create another situation that his tongue would do that in. Simon seemed to notice you drooling over him. He smirked like he could read your mind.

He even had the nerve to slowly move his hand up to your inner thigh below your ball gown. You could feel a wetness forming quickly. You clenched your thighs together to ease the pressure and to get him away from where you needed him. You couldn’t do this here. He still continued to go up, until he reached your wetness. He began by gently rubbing it, teasing you. You bit your cheeks to hide your moans.

You gazed around the table, checking if anyone had realised that you were in the process of the Duke’s hand curling into your pussy. Your mother seemed to be already watching you intently. You offered her a quick smile before your attention was redirected to Simon plunging his fingers into your wetness. You turned to glare at Simon as you desperately held in your moan. Anthony, who was beside you, gave you a weird look once he noticed your expression and your mother was still watching you strangely.

After a few more minutes of everything finishing their desserts, you were finally able to leave the table and the teasing Simon was putting you through. “Simon and I are going to head upstairs for a bit.”, you waved everyone off as you dragged the Duke upstairs. “I can’t believe you just did that, my mother definitely knew something was going on as did Anthony.”, you muttered aggressively. He only chuckled in response. “You secretly enjoyed it.”, he simply stated. You had no response to that. You couldn’t accept it or deny it.

You only stared at him. “Are you going to finish what you have started or not?”, you asked with an annoyed expression on your face. He got down on his knees. “What are you doing?”, you questioned innocently. “I saw how you were looking at me whilst I licked that spoon.”, he reminded you. You said nothing. He helped you remove your ball gown and undergarments. He began lightly pushing his fingers in and out of your pussy to get slicken you up.

Abruptly, he gently placed his tongue in your slit and ran it up and down it. You moaned at loudly at the new feeling of pleasure. “Good girl.”, he praised you. That only made you more soaked. He started lapping his tongue against your folds, making you cry out slightly. You could feel your high coming. He sped up the pace of his tongue and as you came, he swallowed all of you.

“That was so good, your grace.”, you panted out. “Why have we never tried that before?”, you asked. “I didn’t whether you would want to try or if you’d be opposed to it.”, he stated honestly. He then attached his lips to your neck and bit down gently. You lightly moaned out: “Simon…”

You could feel his hardness against your body and you stared at him as you grabbed his shirt, silently asking him to take it off. He did as you said and threw it off quickly. He kissed you passionately before removing his pants and garments. You pulled him closer to you so you could feel his bulge and he could feel your wetness against his body.

He slowly aligned himself with your entrance and gently pushed his length in. You moaned as you felt his cock inside you. Once you had adjusted to his size, he began to thrust at a faster rate. You and he both moaned. “Well done, my love.” You felt yourself tighten and his cock twitch inside you. You felt yourself come undone as you felt his shoot slide deep into your pussy. “Gosh.”, you painted. You sounded like a dog. He stared at you in admiration as he softly huffed.

It was the next day and you had slept in for obvious reasons. You made your way down for breakfast and noticed Benedict pointing at you and giggling. “Hmm?”, you mumbled. Simon hastily got up towards you and whispered: “It seems that after last night, I left a few marks on you, dear.”, Simon confessed guiltily.

You headed towards the closest bathroom and noticed the massive bruise on your neck from where Simon bit it. “Simon!”, you whisper-yelled. “Sorry.”, he said as he smirked at you. “Do you have a scarf or something?”, you questioned.

You walked back into the dining room with a red scarf around your neck and everyone offers you perplexed looks except the ones who had worked out what had happened, they silently laughed at you.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Could you do a request for daphne and Simon, a toddler (daughter) reader. Where reader is very grumpy and isn’t wanting to listen to her parents but one day their going out to a ball and reader throws a fit cause she doesn’t want them to leave and Colin steps in and reader breaks all their heart cause she just wants her parents

Warnings- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 337

Summary- The reader has been acting out and Daphne and Simon have no idea why. Colin comes to babysit you and you have the worst tantrum yet and it breaks all their hearts.

Truth Comes Out

“Please sweetie just tell me why you keep misbehaving. We can fix this.” Mama tries to assure me.

“Daphne she has been like this for weeks you are not going to change it in one night. Let’s get ready for the ball tonight have a good time and figure this out in the morning.” Dad reassures Mama.

Mama leans down to me and smiles “You will be good for Uncle Colin won’t you?”

“No” I huff out.

My no is followed by a knock at the door and Mama leaves the room to answer it.

“If you do not behave for Colin tonight Y/N you will not get a bedtime story,” Dad warned.

I was about to cry when Uncle Colin walked in “Hey there! How is my favorite niece?”

“NOT GOOD! MAMA AND DAD DO NOT CARE ABOUT ME!” I shout and bury my head in Colin’s shirt.

Dad and Mama gasp at my sentence and Colin responds “I am sure that is not true.”

“It is true they are always gone and leave me with the maid! They do not care!” I whine out.

“That does not mean we don’t care Y/N! Dad and I just thought you would not have fun at these boring grown-up parties.” Mama said very sadly then smiles, “Actually, your Aunt Eloise hated these parties and would do anything to avoid them Grandma forced her to go to all the balls it was quite a funny affair.”

I laugh at the thought of Aunt Eloise fighting Grandma then mumble “Well you don’t have to take me to every ball but some would be fine.”

Mama smiles, “Then we have a deal we will definitely take you to the next ball with us and many after.”

I smile widely, “Sounds great Mama! Have fun tonight! Now Colin and I have to play hide and seek.”

I run off but I hear dad say have fun and leave with Mama. I can’t wait for when I get to go to a ball.

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winxanity-ii · 4 months

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SIMON BASSET

╰❝𝓣𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝓪 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓫𝓮𝓼𝓽 𝓯𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓪𝓾𝓽𝓲𝓯𝓾𝓵 𝓸𝓯 𝔀𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓻𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓪𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓽.❞

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alewritesfics · 2 years

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The New Diamond

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Sharma Sister!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Summary: will the queen finally name this season's diamond, and how is it gonna affect the Sharma Sisters...

Warnings: probably grammar mistakes, most probably is cringy

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There is nothing more quite like the sweet scented smell of success.

But after taking in the scene from last night’s festivities, it is clear the season won’t be quite so fragrant for everyone.

The Viscount Bridgerton's own mama may have loudly declared her eldest son's lofty intentions to marry, yet I can not be the only one wondering if this former Capital R- Rake is, indeed, ready to flourish.

Perhaps the viscount, like the rest of us is simply waiting for the queen to finally name her diamond.

Or perhaps, this author, should take matters into her own hands.

Though, out of the many purportedly well-trained and bred hothouse flowers on display this year, this author must wonder if the more surprising choice might still be in store

Whichever darling miss receives such high esteem let us hope there is a suitor available of only the sharpest wit, lest his dry musings leave a young lady wilting like a parched rose.

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We are currently sat on the drawing room, suitors gathered around, waiting for their turn. We smiled as the two young gentlemen sat on the stood to leave.

“The younger ones would do, if the eldest just got out of the way” One of the men said, I frowned annoyed. Suddenly I no longer like them.

“The sister is dreadful” the other one said.

I looked at Lady Danbury who smiled tightly, holding a cup of tea to her lips. Before it turned in to a scowl.

“Not on my chair” She exclaimed at Newton, who hopped on her chair. I smiled as a butler came in and picked up Newton. Lady Danbury took a sip from her cup, sighing frustrated.

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“Can you believe it?” I exclaimed to Kate. We were getting ready for the ball. Edwina was somewhere along the house with mama getting ready, while I was waiting for my turn.

“the nerve they have to come into our temporary home and say such words” I huffed infuriated “the sister is dreadful, the younger ones are better” I mimicked the gentlemen from the morning

“Just thinking about it vexes me” Kate chuckles

“Bon, it is fine, truly” She assures me looking out the window “ I am not the one they want to marry, and thank God for it, these gentlemen certainly don’t know how to keep up a conversation” The door opens behind us, Lady Danbury entering our bed chambers.

“Your tea grows cold, my horses do not” She starts, my face goes pale “ Did you both plan to ride again tomorrow morning” we kept quiet

“I know all that goes in my home and since you insist on sneaking around, I may as well save us all the trouble, correspondence” She holds up an envelope “ Miss Sharma” she looks at me “ your mama told me she is ready for you” I nod and exit the room, wandering down the stairs to where Mama was waiting for me.

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We walk down the stairs of the queen’s ballroom, I hold on to one of Kate’s hand while Edwina holds the other. We walk to where the queen is standing, we bow in greeting, Edwina and I smiling as what we were told to always do in front of her.

“I do hope you are finding everything in town to your satisfaction, Lady Mary” The queen says to mama

“Indeed I am, your Majesty “ Mama answers

“This time around, that is” the queen sneers

“Perhaps your mother, would like some refreshment Miss, Sharma” Lady Danbury says smiling tightly towards Kate. We walk away and towards the other side from where they are.

We look around and something catches my eye, I smile once I saw the Viscount with his family. I stare at them for a few minutes before they walked off, the viscount catches my eyes before he turned, I turned my head away smiling.

“Miss Sharma” I turned my head to the side, the viscounts face greeting me “May I have the honor of you conceding me this dance?” He holds his hand in front of me, I smile cheerfully, going to grab his hands when another stops mine.

“Oh I am afraid she cannot, Lord Bridgerton ” Kate interrupts smiling falsely “ You see, she is-“

“I would be delighted, My lord” I hold on to his hand, ignoring Kate’s protests, making the Viscount smile triumphantly

He leads me to the dance floor, where we got In to position and started to dance.

“How nice of you to ask me for a dance” I tease Mid-dance

“What?” He feigned confusion “I cannot ask my lovely lady friend for a dance now,” he smirks

“Oh” I raise an eyebrow “ we are friends now?” I jokingly say as he turned me around

“Are we not?” I look at him from the corner of my eye “ It is not everyday I meet a lady such as yourself, who does not trail after me for my looks, title or money, why is it wrong that I want to have a dear friend in such person” I chuckle

“I was joking, of course I am your friend” he turns me around once again “Who else is going to be able to dance with you so your mama leaves you in peace once and for all, without expecting anything in return”

"Nothing goes past you now, does it?” He sighs

“Of course not, soon you’ll learn that” I smile “ Do not worry, it does not bother me, in fact, I am honored that after knowing me for 1 day, you already consider me a friend” we bowed as the dance ended, I turned my head and saw Kate beckoning me over, Edwina, Mama and Lady Danbury near her.

“Now if I may be excused, my sister is calling me” we bowed in farewell before we walked to the opposite side of each other, Kate looked at me questioningly once I reached her.

“I am going to marry him deedee” I suddenly say shocking her, I smiled happily.

“Oh dear God, no anyone but him” Kate shook her head furiously, I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Why not? He is a gentleman, so far I have seen he is a good person, and maybe he could come to love me, so why not?” I argued

“Because, Bon, he does not-“ Kate couldn’t finish her sentence as the trumpets sounded throughout the room

“Your presence is noted” the queen starts “ and your queen most appreciative, allow it to now be my honor, to present to you this season’s diamond” we looked at each other nervously as the silence was prolonged, making us restless. I saw the queen look between Edwina and I for a minute.

“Miss Edwina Sharma” I smiled happily for my sister as everyone clapped.

A man came and led my sister towards the queen. Edwina bowed before her. I once smiled before it faded once I saw someone I started to like walking to her.

“Viscount Bridgerton” The queen said “Have you yet met my new incomparable”

“ I am most grateful for the introduction, your Majesty, only hope I shall be afforded the pleasure of a dance” I heard him say.

Edwina accepted holding on to his hand, he lead her to the dance floor, he turned his head, catching my eye for what felt the millionth time this evening, I turned my head quickly, not sparing him another glance. Blinking my eyes furiously, trying to blink away the forming tears.

It is stupid really, it is a silly thing to be sad about, I did not even know him that very well nor were we courting or anything, he can dance with anyone he desires, even my sister.

“Oh Bon” Kate said sadly rubbing my shoulder comfortingly

“I am alright” I gave her a tight lipped smile. Lady Danbury approached us.

“I suppose I should thank you” Kate told Lady Danbury “ Although I wonder, why Edwina and not Y/n”

“Oh do not ask me that, I told her majesty either of the younger Sharma Sister would make an excellent diamond, it was her final choice” She said “ and it’s much too soon for that, you must know, the real work begins now”

“Indeed, there will be mire to wade through on behalf of my sister, to be sure, speaking of, where is my sister?” She looks around for her

“She is dancing with the Viscount” I nodded in their direction, Kate grabbed my hand and along with Lady Danbury we walked towards them when the dance ended

“Kate, Y/n” Edwina said

“Ah, Lord Bridgerton, I see you’ve met Miss Edwina, this is uh-“ Lady Danbury exclaimed

“Her sisters” The Viscount cuts her off

“Miss Sharma and Miss Y/n Sharma, my lord” he nods at her and turns to me, I gave him a small smile

“the Viscount Bridgerton is the most excellent dancer, perhaps I may learn a thing or two from you, my lord” Edwina compliments him, I looked between them both

“Would you join me in the retirement room, sister” Kate told Edwina, grabbing her hand and tugged her away.

I stayed behind with the Viscount, he looked at me once again, before Lady Bridgerton approached him.

“She is a lovely diamond, dearest” She told the Viscount while he watched Edwina walk away

“Indeed,” he affirmed “ She is who I shall marry” I felt a painful tug on my chest. I ignored it before I walk around him and after my sisters, who waited at the door. The viscount now watching me walk further away from him.

Long last, the queen has named her most precious stone

#queen charlotte #edwina sharma #edmund bridgerton #bridgerton season 2 #eloise bridgerton #benedict bridgerton fluff #bridgerton #kate sharma #simon basset #daphne bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton x y/n #anthony bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton imagine

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𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮

-> hi everyone!! I’m beca and u are all very welcome in my world, I use she/her pronouns

-> English isn’t my first language, so if I make mistakes, please feel free to tell me

-> please DNI: if you don’t support lgbtq+, if you are pro life, if you are underage ( I won’t check every single one of you time per time in search of a minor, you are responsible for what you choose to read)

-> I’m a proud FEMINIST so please if it makes you uncomfortable the idea of having equal rights, please leave now

-> feel free to send requests

-> these are the characters (divided by show/film/book/au) that I write for

-> I WRITE FOR RELATIONSHIPS/PLATONIC

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE

James Buchanan Barnes (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Steven Grant Rogers (40s/any era/mafia/modern/daddy/cg/bff…)

Anthony stark (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Sam Wilson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Loki Laufeyson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Thor Odinson (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Stephen Strange (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Tchalla (mafia/daddy/cg/alpha…)

Clint Barton

Stucky ( poly)

Sambuckysteve (poly)

BRIDGERTON

Anthony bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Benedict bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Colin Bridgerton (lover/bff/sister…)

Simon Basset (lover/bff/sister…)

Daphne Bridgerton (bff/sister)

Eloise Bridgerton (bff/sister)

OUTER BANKS

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Kiara

Sarah

Rafe

THE VAMPIRE DIARIES UNIVERSE

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Elijah mikaelson

Klaus mikaelson

Kol mikaelson

Rebekah mikaelson

Poly mikaelson

Davina Claire

Elena Gilbert

Jeremy Gilbert ( WHEN OF AGE)

Katherine Pierce

Stefan Salvatore

Damon Salvatore

Silas

ONE CHICAGO

Matthew Casey

Kelly severide

Blake Gallo

EVERYONE ELSE ONLY FOR PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP

-> I write everything from smut to fluff, I like a bit of angst but I WONT DO SAD ENDINGS

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“Am I honestly to believe you do not already know my name?” ᝰ Simon Basset

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arosesstorm · 2 years

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colin bridgerton serie

ep six

words count: 1.5k fem reader! x Colin Bridgerton

warning: friends to lovers trope

summary: y/n Dayton and Colin Bridgerton were friends and they swore they'd always be but it takes a great deal of bravery to love someone, more to keep loving them when it hurts the most.

English is not my first language loves, trying my best, enjoy :)

Losing her seemed just the equivalent of losing sleep.

Colin had been awake for three days and three nights now, tossing and turning in his bed until the light of dusk came to his rescue.

He had been so restless that he started to wonder why he let himself be a victim of her.

Ha was in love with a woman who seemed to be in love with him as well, his sister was about to marry a prince and yet, the only thing that seemed to consume him at night was the thought of her leaving him, betraying him.

Their friendship had grown so naturally that Colin felt absurd to even doubt it just for a stupid marriage; he had fallen in love and it was wrong of her to punish him for it.

Growing up with her seemed more than fulfilling, when she stumbled into his life, on the staircase of his house, he couldn’t help but adore her.

She shared the same love for love as Daphne and displayed some of the fierceness of Eloise, he really started to consider y/n as a sister when they were little.

Then her debut season came, and he felt like she had grown so much overnight it just scared him.

She was no longer a girl younger than him who passed her afternoons at his house, talking about her deepest fantasies to Daphne, she looked more like a woman.

The child he knew was gone and he realized it only when he saw her enter the hall, all dressed in white for her debut day.

Shockingly, he seemed to discover it with the ensamble of the ton.

He knew her and it was crazy he did; he only realized it right there and then that it was absolutely crazy how much he knew y/n Dayton.

He had learned all the things her smile could tell, the wrinkles of her eyes when it was genuine, the way she shifted uncomfortably when she was embarrassed, the way her chest heaved when she was lying.

He knew her favorite book, how much she loved to read and how precious it was for her to have some alone-time.

He understood her and learned to respect her time frames.

He adored how smart she was yet how childish she seemed to behave.

There was a full world inside that woman and Colin could only be mesmerized every time he stepped into it.

He understood now her point, her childish manners, her drastic decisions: that’s how she was, that’s who she was.

And he knew batter then not grant her wish.

With a newfound fear, as he was laying awake for the fourth time in a week that night, he realized that that was not how a friendship should have felt.

It was not a friend who made you lay awake at night, it was something more, something scarier, something that he never felt before.

If she made him this weak, he knew what he had to do.

Dear Reader, this week brought us more than simple gossip, it brought us marriages. As this Author always supported, not even a Prince himself could steal Daphne’s Bridegerton heart when the Duke made sure to lock it up. The couple was happy to announce their imminent marriage. But this is not all. The Bridgertons seemed to enjoy quite well the euphoria of a new wedding to the point where another member of the family got intoxicated as well. Colin Bridgerton now more than ever made clear his intentions with the Thompson girl; will he get through with it? Or just like Daphne, his heart is busy with someone else? The bets are open.

-From the Chronicles of Lady Whistledown

The Bridgertons had just returned from the luncheon at the Shellington, when Anthony shoved Colin inside his studio.

"What were you thinking?".

The younger brother looked pissed as he made his way to the armchair, sitting down.

His older brother looked on the verge of a furious attack and Colin knew the only way to win was to play it calm.

"What do you mean brother?" Colin asked.

Anthony towered upon the younger, his face a mixture of disbelief and anger.

"You think this is a joke? Poor mother was beside herself".

"Mother seems perfectly happy to me. She congratulated us".

Anthony took a step back, he had to calm down a bit, then he spoke: "so, you compromised this young lady?" "certainly not, I am a gentleman" the younger barked.

"Then why ever would you-"

Colin looked exasperated "why does anyone marry, brother? For love, of course"

Anthony chuckled, "well then" he rested his hands on the desk "what about y/n?"

Colin shifted uncomfortably on the chair "what about her?"

"What does she think?" Anthony asked.

Colin’s features hardened when he spoke again: "she made very clear she doesn’t support this union nor she will in the future".

Anthony chuckled "I wouldn’t have expected anything less".

Colin rose up from his seat as Anthony sat down behind his desk.

"I" the younger spoke with such intensity you could spot fire in his eyes "expected that she and you would be by my side".

Anthony looked right at his brother "then you betray your immaturity!".

Colin took a breath, recomposing himself, as he finished: "if I caused Mother discomfort today, I am sorry. I shall speak with her".

He was going to the door as he turned around: "truth is I do not require your permission to marry mrs Thompson, but I would very much prefer to have your blessing".

When Anthony spoke again, he looked aged of at least a decade: "Then I am afraid I must disappoint you".

Daphne's marriage had been intimate, reserved only to a close circle of friends and family in which the Daytons were included.

To y/n it did not seem exactly fair to see her friend walk down the aisle so anxiously.

She knew Daphne’s true feelings and she could only hope she made them clear with the Duke as soon as possible.

On the other side, seeing her dearest friend married off so soon… it made her wonder if she took the right decision, declining every offer that season.

But that was not the only pain she had to endure that day; Colin was only a couple seats in front of her and yet she knew he was oceans apart.

She read that he proposed to Marina right after the Queen’s ball on the chronicles od Whistledown, and yet she couldn’t be surprised: she knew the boy, when he got something in mind…

Oh! What a stubborn boy.

It still didn’t feel right but at the moment she was way too angry to feel anything but.

When Daphne made her way out the little church, y/n’s eyes met his for the first time that day.

There was something different in them, the light had extinguished, they were flat, lifeless.

When he turned around again, she understood he was angry, hands continuously adjusting his waistcoat.

Colin Bridgerton was good at hiding his emotions, something else the two were different about.

If feelings poured through y/n’s lips, fell from her eyes and played with her tongue; Colin kept them private, hidden.

Learning to be complementary meant that he helped her refrain the flood of feelings, leaving room for him to breath, while she learned to understand all those subtle ways in which he showed his feelings.

One being the continuous fixing of his appearance.

It drove her mad how good he was with emotions, how collected and in control he always looked; it was one of the things she liked the most about him since emotions tended to control her instead.

This time around tho she seemed way too collected, fact that seemed to scare him off more than anything.

She was really convinced that that was it, that he soon was to be married, and her shortly after, and all those moments spent laughing on her balcony were lost and gone.

She really was his half, why would she do something so cruel to him?

"I’mma write you all" Daphne breathed, the carriage ready to take her away.

She hugged tightly every member of her family until she stopped in front of her friend, her little brother by her side as her mother let go of her shoulders.

"And you" she breathed "I’m gonna miss you so much".

Y/n wrapped Daphne in a tight hug, "tell him" she whispered in her ear, Daphne’s eyes shining as she muttered in her’s: "you too".

And then she was gone; their childhood spent together following her closely behind, together with her dreams, and y/n’s too, as she was left wondering: what did Daphne mean?

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ijustwant2write · 11 months

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Reunion Of Sorts-Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader

(GIF credit to @mrsbridgerton)

Requested by anonymous: ‘Hi! If your requests are open I'd love to request an Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader where the reader's Simon's sister. Prompts 14 and 15 please? Thank you so much, your works are amazing!’

14) 'It's only good news depending on how you look at it.'

15) 'I just wouldn't have expected this!'

Characters: Anthony Bridgerton x Basset!Reader, Simon Basset x Basset!Reader (siblings), Daphne Bridgerton x Reader (platonic), mentions of Bridgerton family

Meanings: (Y/N)=Your name

Warnings: Just extreme fluff!

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"Are you quite alright, (Y/N)?" Simon asked his sister as they journeyed in their carriage.

(Y/N) had started fanning herself a little faster."I don't know why I'm so nervous. I just hope to make a good impression."

"Of course you will. I'm sorry you haven't met them sooner."

"I could have at least met your wife at the wedding, if I had been invited."

"We have been through this, (Y/N)."

"Yes, and I'm not trying to argue with you, Simon. I know you married in haste, and I know why, but you must admit, you've left this far too long. You have a son now!"

"You have been cooped up in that house with your matron as father intended. I think she would have had my head if I tried to get you out of there."

They laughed together.

"Simon?"

"Hm?"

"I am very excited to meet your wife and my nephew."

As usual, the Bridgerton house was abuzz with excitement and chaos. Eloise didn't understand why she had to dress up so much for this visit, Gregory and Hyacinth were bombarding everyone with questions about Simon's sister, Colin and Benedict tried but failed to escape the madness, Anthony watched everything unfold and Daphne nervously bounced her baby boy on her knee.

"Daphne, do not fret. His sister will love you." Anthony tried to reassure his sister.

"What if she's like their father? What if she heard all the rumours about us and judges me for it? Simon has never spoken of her, I have no idea what to expect."

"I met Simon's sister many, many years ago. She was nothing like the things you are dreading. (Y/N) was a lovely, respectable young lady, I'm sure she hasn't changed."

Daphne let a small smile grace her face, trying to convince herself that everything was fine. Simon had kept his family such a secret, she just wanted to ensure that his sister would want to stay and be part of theirs.

Simon playfully rolled his eyes as (Y/N) asked how she looked, not in vain, but in anxiety. Her dress was beautiful, her hair perfectly in place, her jewels glistened but they weren't ghastly, nothing was wrong. Her nerves were getting the better of her. Just as she was about to ask again, the carriage stopped. Simon chuckled at her panicked look, already stepping outside.

He held out his hand for her."You'll be absolutely fine. Just be you."

(Y/N) took a deep breath before taking her brother's hand, being extra cautious to not fall on her face, especially since the entire Bridgerton family were stood on their front steps.

As head of the household, Anthony was ready to start introductions, until (Y/N) lifted her head, showing her dazzling features. He had only admitted to himself that he had a fancy for her when he was younger, though who wouldn't? She was beautiful, smart and didn't try hard to impress anyone; she was just joyful to be around. (Y/N) had never pined for Anthony or tried to grab his attention at every moment, or any man for that matter. He definitely considered her a friend, he was somewhat angry at himself he hadn't written to her over the years. But seeing her now, it was a mystery as to why she hadn't been married yet? That was quickly solved when he remembered Simon was her brother.

Simon stuck beside his sister until Daphne stepped forward. They shared a short but loving kiss, before Simon took their son into his arms, cooing and laughing as the baby gurgled. (Y/N)'s heart melted at the sight.

"Oh, how we've missed you." Violet beamed, greeting her son-in-law.

"I apologise for the delay, the weather was not suitable for travelling. Nevertheless, everyone, this is my sister, (Y/N) Basset."

(Y/N) curtsied as all eyes were on her."Thank you for welcoming me into your beautiful home. I have been so excited to meet you all."

"Well, why don't we go inside? We can have proper introductions in the warm." Daphne hid her nerves, presenting herself well.

Everyone agreed, leading (Y/N) inside. The family lined up like soldiers, with Anthony stepping forward to introduce everyone.

"I hope I don't have to reintroduce myself." he teased.

"Of course not, how could I forget you, Anthony? After all the trouble you and Simon got into?"

He chuckled, but cast a worried look towards his mother. He quickly continued.

"My mother, Violet, sisters Daphne, Eloise and Hyacinth, and my brothers, Benedict, Colin and Gregory."

"And your nephew." Simon added.

(Y/N) reached out a finger for the baby to hold."Yes, he's bigger than I thought he would be."

"Children do grow so fast." Violet said.

"But you're here now to see him grow." Daphne quickly added. "And we're all very happy that you're finally here."

Everyone knew that it was Simon who had kept (Y/N) away. He loved his sister with all his heart, which is why he never saw her; she was living a happy life, he didn't want to dampen that.

"The chefs have prepared a marvelous lunch. The table is all set if you are hungry now?" Voilet asked.

"Oh, yes, as long as everyone else is."

As soon as (Y/N) agreed, Colin, Eloise and the two youngest were off. They were starving, even though they had eaten only a few hours ago. (Y/N) giggled to the relief of the others. They slowly followed behind, but Simon was hesitant. (Y/N) gently nudged him forward.

"Go, see your family. I have all the time in the world to get to know Daphne."

Simon thanked her, still carrying his son as his other arm wrapped around his wife. Another arm appeared in front of (Y/N), ready for her to take it.

"May I escort you to the table?" Anthony said.

"Thank you, I much appreciate it."

They both knew they were being dramatic, though it was sweet of Anthony to make the gesture.

"How many years has it been?"

"Too many."

"I'm sorry your brother hasn't involved you. If the...situation between him and Daphne had been different, I know you would have been here straight away."

"I know. And I understand how stressful that all was. But as said before, I'm here now. I must say Anthony, I have missed you."

"Really? Even after all those times Simon and I riled you?"

"Yes. Although annoying, you both had your tender moments. I remember one evening, you and Simon were returning from your club, and you both had found yourselves in a quarrel with some other members. They followed you home, and I was waiting by the back gate to sneak you back inside. They were closer than expected, and do you remember some of the horrible things they said to me?"

"Unfortunately I do. And I unfortunately remember what happened next."

"It was very chivalrous for you to defend me, though you needn't have fought. Your nose wouldn't stop bleeding!"

"But you were right by my side, holding a handkerchief for me."

"Yes, because if you got blood on the carpets, you would have something worse than a bruised nose."

The pair were laughing to themselves as they walked into the dining room. Most were already seated. Anthony guided (Y/N) to her chair, next to Simon, who stood to tuck it in, but Anthony beat him to it. Simon watched his friend's moves very closely, knowing deep down that Anthony was just being polite; however, he wasn't too fond that they were sat opposite each other, able to gaze into each others eyes.

Simon tapped his glass with a knife once everyone was sat, standing with said glass in his hand."Before we begin eating, I would like to propose a toast."

Everyone immediately grabbed their own glasses, except Eloise, taking her time as she huffed; couldn't they at least toast after the meal?

"To my sister, (Y/N). I am so happy that you're here with me, with us. I'm sorry I haven't been a better brother but that will change now. And I can't wait for you to get to know this loving family, who made me one of their own, as I know they will you."

"To family." Benedict finished.

"To family." Everyone cheered.

"Now the food. Please." Eloise needed a plate in front of her.

All through lunch, Simon kept a close eye on his sister and Anthony. He was awful at keeping up with conversations, slow at eating, he just had a weird feeling when he glanced at them both. Simon constantly apologised to Daphne, blaming the long journey for his daydreaming.

However, Anthony and (Y/N) might as well have been dining at their own table. They were in full conversation, of course others chimed in to join, but they couldn't stop reflecting on the past and laughing. It was impossible to not notice how well they were getting along, and Violet had a glint in her eye as she saw how much Anthony was smiling. He never smiled this much, and the way he was looking at (Y/N) reminded her of how her husband used to look at her.

After dinner, they retired to the drawing room, sipping on fresh lemonade as Hyacinth showed off her new skill on the piano. Simon sat with his child in his lap, Daphne by his side, and although he was thoroughly enjoying the time with his family, he couldn't stop gazing over at his sister.

Unsurprisingly, (Y/N) and Anthony were cosied up, still smiling ear to ear as they continued talking. How could they have so much to talk about?

"Let's put him to bed Simon, for a nap. He's getting fussy." Daphne interrupted his thoughts.

Simon didn't want to cause a scene, agreeing to put their son down together. Even as they left the room, Simon's eyes lingered, and he immediately became tense once they were out of sight.

"Has my brother dazzled you?"

Simon was quiet as he laid down his son."Hm?"

"Well you haven't stopped staring at him all night."

He sighed."Was I that obvious?"

"You were indeed. Would it be so bad?"

"What?"

"Would it be so bad if my brother loved your sister?"

"Daphne-"

"Has he been disrespectful? Has he done her wrong? Has he done anything that we did?"

He was stumped. Although his brotherly instincts were kicking in, wanting to protect (Y/N), realistically he knew Anthony would never hurt her. Anthony was trustworthy, he knew him inside out and just from tonight, there was something there.

Simon didn't reply, but Daphne knew he wasn't ignoring her. She could see him thinking it all over as he walked to the window.

"It's only good news depending on how you look at it."

"I know, but it will be fine-"

"No, look!"

Daphne quickly joined her husband at the window, trying to see what he was looking at. Down in the gardens was Anthony and (Y/N) taking a stroll. The pair were lit by the setting sun which was casting a beautiful orange and pink glow across the garden. Although they had not stopped talking through the afternoon, now they were silent, both silently worrying that the other had no more to say.

"(Y/N)-"

"Anthony-"

The spoke at the same time, pausing for a moment before laughing. Anthony said nothing, being a gentleman and letting (Y/N) speak.

"I was just going to say how much I have enjoyed our time together. It feels as if no time has passed since the last time I saw you."

"How long will you stay?"

"Sorry?"

"Well, are you staying for a short visit? Or perhaps an extended time?"

"Simon and I have not discussed that as of yet. I am to be staying with a friend of mine who lives in the Ton, so I shall be here for a little while."

Anthony couldn't help but smile."Good, that is good news."

They were quiet again as they continued walking, only taking small steps as they wee nearing the end of the garden. They were standing close to one another, and although they had linked arms before and been sat on the plush sofas, this held more tension. Perhaps it was the way neither of them wanted to startle the other, despite their desperate want for affection. As their minds drifted off to where this was leading, their hands ever so delicately brushed. Both were startled, halting their steps and looking at each other.

"My apologies-"

"Anthony, it's fine. I...I just wouldn't have expected this."

Anthony thought for a moment, glancing down at their hands that were no longer close. He didn't like it. He wanted to be bold and take the next step, even if it was just holding one another's hand. But this was Simon Basset's sister. And it was (Y/N), who he had the upmost respect for.

"Miss Basset?"

"Anthony, why are you calling me that?"

"May I enquire into the address of your new lodgings?"

"Yes? Why?"

"So that I may call on you in the morning?"

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targaryenluvs · 5 months

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Infatuation

pairing: simon basset x fem!reader

warnings: darkish simon? a kiss, young reader (16ish!!) pushy and possessive simon, implied fem!reader and poc!reader, not proof read

notes: idk what to do so i just rambled 😭 this is just a two parter i think. and the storyline is a bit scrambled :) WHAT THE HELL IDK WHY I GOT SO MUCH ENERGY TO WRITE THIS BUT HERES ALL THE PARTS IN ONE DAY!!!! hope you enjoyed <3

PART I

Lady Whistledown: Dearest reader, the time has come to place our bets for the upcoming social season. Consider the household of the Baron Featherington. Three misses foisted upon the marriage market like sorrowful sows by their tasteless, tactless, mama.

Far better odds might exist in the household of the widowed Viscountess Bridgerton. A shockingly prolific family, noted for its bounty of perfectly handsome sons and perfectly beautiful daughters.

Or perhaps in the loving household of the Marquess of Anderton, Lord and Lady Y/L/N? With their two eldest sons, known not only for their intelligent selves and gorgeous faces, but for their stunningly bright younger sister, who is not just a pretty face.

Not only are the two families extremely close, but practically family, how very perfect, indeed!

It is only the queen's eye that matters today. A glimmer of displeasure, and a young lady's value plummets to unthinkable depths.

It has been said that, “Of all bitches dead or alive, a scribbling woman is the most canine." If that should be true, then this author would like to show you her teeth.

My name is Lady Whistledown.

You do not know me, and rest assured, you never shall. But be forewarned, dear reader, I certainly know you.

how on earth had you not yet read this?

one of the things you’d looked forward to besides meeting everyone had been the scandal sheets and you’d missed out on receiving one yesterday.

“this woman seems quite powerful. you know how easily words can ruin someone’s image. it’s interesting to see a lone woman hold so much sway in just her writing. i truly do wonder who she is. any guesses?” you asked pen, daphne and el as the three of you waited for your mothers and pens sisters to catch up as you made your way to the park.

eloise smiled, “it has to be a widow! no married woman would have time for this, she’d have an estate to care for and children pulling on her every day. a widow with her own home and responsibilities. perhaps lady danbury?”

you had to giggle at the guess, knowing whistledown herself was right with you. you’d managed to meet penelope at least, so that was one person of your list. lady danbury would be next with her ball tonight, and perhaps simon as well.

“what’s so funny? i haven’t heard a guess from you!” eloise groaned as you smiled, “i have no guesses besides, pen?” penelope’s head shot up straight away from the ground, “what?” “i was going to ask if you had any.” you could see her cheeks flushing, and her breathing quicken at the idea of being caught out.

and as you all walked together through the park, you’d mistakenly enthralled yourself in conversations, going so far as to walk with your back facing others. walking backwards as to face the girls.

“look out!”

before you’d fallen you were caught, by simon.

“i, i am so sorry. i was not looking-” simon smiled, “well that’s obvious no?” he joked as he lifted you up. you straightened your dress out and smiled, “of course. forgive me your grace.” you curtsied, in the presence of the person you’d been most excited to meet, you’d forgotten all about your friends behind.

as they all met him you couldn’t even take your eyes off of him, and neither could he for you. and once lady featherington came around she wasted no time to throw her eldest daughters upon him. the misery in his eyes hurt your soul so you took it upon yourself to rectify the situation.

“your grace!” simon turned towards you, as did everyone else. “yes, lady y/n?” you smiled, “would you like to accompany me, to promenade?” simon tilted his head, pondering your question.

he couldn’t help but be taken aback, usually many girls weren’t so forward. and god were you beautiful. rather than dealing with annoying girls who wanted a title the second they saw him, he could walk with someone he actually found interesting.

“i- would love to.” he smiled as he took a step back, allowing you to walk with him. you could hear the chatter from the girls behind you as well as your mother and violet.

you’d spent so long together, walked for so long your feet ached afterwards. and you didn’t miss the longing stares from other men around, and the women for him.

and even if it had taken so much energy of yours to keep walking, you wouldn’t have given up the chance. everything he said, you replied to. every joke sent laughter rippling through you and you could not help but feel content. he was, even better then the show. and as you got to know him you felt unbelievably happy.

and so did he.

he went home with all his thoughts containing you. he found himself smiling at every memory of his time with you that day. your smiles, your laughter, your beauty, you. and he had no clue why. he’d never been this taken with someone and he found himself struggling with why.

over the season you found yourself taken with him, your family allowed you to attend balls and do as you wish but you were under no obligation to dance or do anything you did not wish to.

yet you found yourself undeniably enthusiastic every time you realised you were going to a ball because you’d see simon. you’d dance, you’d laugh and everything else because he always gave you something to look forwards to, as did you for him, he was truly an amazing friend.

and he was completely besotted with you.

much to not only anthony’s surprise but danbury as well.

and simon was so intent upon being with you.

as much as you liked him you could not help but love how you were. your family was amazing and so happy. you had amazing friends within daphne, penelope and eloise. marriage seemed so far away in your mind and your life was sweet and favourable.

lady trowbridge’s ball was, scandalous, to say the least. you couldn’t believe your eyes when you walked in, half naked dancers spinning around, and quite uptempo music for a woman in mourning.

“lady y/n, may i-” lord wellington was promptly cut off in his endeavour to dance with you by the person you’d been looking for.

“y/n?” simon called out as he made his way to you. “simon! there you are, i was wondering where you’d gone off to.” you smiled at your bestfriend as he made his way to you, nodding in acknowledgement to his friend lord wellington. you thought they were friends at least.

and so did simon, until he saw him coming after you for a dance.

“come along now.” he smiled as you also nodded at the lord, “it was nice to see you my lord.” you curtsied as simon dragged you away.

“oh my god, i thought he would never leave! he tries to dance with me every single ball yet he doesn’t take notice of my indifference towards him!” you snorted as simon laughed louder, “i did not know such an unbecoming sound could originate from such a lovely women!” you scoffed, “that is no way to talk to your best friend!” you fake cried as you wiped literal tears from your eyes, the paintings in-front taking your eye.

simons breath hitched, best friend? best friend?

is that what you thought of him as? he thought the world of you, over the time he’s gotten to know you, he held you in the highest esteem. you were everything to him and he was a mere friend for you. no, he would not have it. who else loved you as he did? wanted you as he did?

“best friend?” simon questioned as your laughter died down at his seriousness, “what?” you giggled as you tried to compose yourself. “you named me your best friend. am i nothing more to you? just a friend? you see me as an acquaintance, as a brother?”

“no i do not see you as a brother, my dear simon.” you smiled, “you are amazing. every day i wake and think of seeing you, for the time i have known you, you have been nothing short of my favourite person. i look forward to seeing you, speaking with you and dancing. arguing over who’s literature is better, who’s right and who’s wrong. i have never known someone’s company besides daphnes to never annoy me. i love you, i do but-”

“but nothing. we love each other, that is all that matters. y/n not a day goes by where i do not wish to be in your presence, to see your gorgeous face. to hear you say my name, to feel you hit me when i say something utterly scandalous. i cannot and will not imagine myself spending my life with no other women but you. you are my other half, you are the air i breathe and the only person whom i’ve ever loved as much as i do. there are not enough words to describe my love for you y/n/n. it is you who i wish to wake up with everyday, it is you who i wish to be with, you who i would start a family with. your laughter that shall echo through my halls for as long as we live. i cannot and will not fathom the idea of you not being here for me, you are made for me.” simons grip encircled your wrists as he pulled you close, his face drawing near as he met your lips.

you never imagined yourself here with simon especially. he’d been nothing short of amazing in your time here, your best friend. but here you were, kissing him.

kissing him?!

you immediately detached from him as you retained your senses and drew your hands to cover your face in shock. “i’m so- so sorry. i do not know what that was your grace.” you rambled as your heart quickened, had someone seen? how could you be so stupid!?

his eyes furrowed at your words, your grace? what was with the formalities, you were to be wed, to be together. and here you were reverting to old habits. “my love there is no need to use such proper titles.”

your head whipped up the second he stopped speaking, “simon do not say such things! endearing terms as such are for, married couples. we are not.” you whispered as you made your way towards the party, but not before he grabbed your wrist and pulled you towards him as you collided with his chest.

he couldn’t let you go, everything, his head and his heart were screeching at him to ‘hold on tight’, to not let you go. so he did what he thought best,

lie.

“someone saw us.”

your eyes widened to the heavens as your breathing quickened again, “no. no they didn’t- they didn’t.” you shook your head as he placed his hand on your cheek to have you look at him. your eyes began to water and he felt himself tense, he hated it. he hated the idea of you being upset, but he was so close to having what he wanted so he continued.

“my dear y/n, i will treat you better then anyone ever could, deep down you know you are better off with me then any other. i love you, we will be together.” simon explained as you buried your head in his chest, you were so young, you hadn’t even properly debuted and now you were to be wed. how did you let this happen?

but a little voice piped up in your head, ‘it’s simon, your simon. the one who is always there for you. marrying him will give you a life of happiness and peace. marrying your best friend is the best thing you could ask for. you loved him when you didn’t know him truly, and now you do. be happy.’

and you wanted to be, simon was so good to you.

but you knew you weren’t ready. with marriage people would expect a child, a family. and your real life, the one back home? what would happen? would you ever go back? or would marrying him cement you in this world, forever.

“shh, you’ll be okay. i’m here, right here my love. you are my love, my heart, my infatuation.”

and you didn’t know it but you were right, the second you allowed him into your life, you were never going to go back home.

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d4yl1ghts · 21 days

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can you please write a simon basset x reader where reader is a noble but also owns a boutique and designs dresses and is very popular amoung the ton? im thinking he meets her at a ball or something

designer

simon basset x fem!reader

summary: you’re a well-known member of the ton and you own a boutique. what happens when you meet the handsome duke of hastings?

warnings: mentions of alcohol

A/N- i hope this is alright!

You were stood at the corner of the ballroom that someone from the Ton was hosting. Every so often you would offer smiles to those who noticed you. You were well-known in the Ton, you just didn’t particularly enjoy talking to random people that you’d only ever heard of from random stories. As you glanced around the room, looking for something interesting, your gaze couldn’t help but return to a young man with short hair and a perfectly styled stubble.

Simon could feel someone’s eyes on him and he looked around and saw you focused on him. Once you had realised he’d seen you, you quickly turned to look away. You felt a blush creep onto your cheeks at having been caught staring at the handsome stranger. He elegantly made his way towards you. You took a gulp of your champagne.

“Hello, Lady Y/N.”, he gently kissed your hand. Your cheeks blazed even more. “Why have I not had the pleasure of meeting you yet?”, you questioned. “I’m not quite sure, but it is nice to meet you. I am the Duke of Hastings or as I’d like to be referred to as Simon Basset.”, he stated charmingly. “May I have this dance?”, he asked. You placed your glass on the side. “Of course, your grace.”, you said as you took his hand.

“I have heard that you own a boutique, is that true?”, he asked, glancing down at you. “Yes, I design dresses actually. It is my work but I’d prefer to say it is a hobby.”, you answered as you danced along to the music. “Ah, I do believe that designing would be a hobby. It sounds fun but I have never tried it. Perhaps you could teach me one day?”, he offered. You couldn’t help but notice the fact that he said ‘one day’, would this mean you’d get close to him? “I would love to teach you. Although, it is hard work sometimes.”, you replied.

“Do you think I am swayed by a bit of work?”, he responded in a flirtatious manner. “Of course not, I was just testing you, your grace.”, you stated playfully.

You broke your eyes away from Simon’s figure and noticed many members of the Ton staring at the two of you. This was going to be in Lady Whistledown, you presumed. As the instruments came to a close, the Duke lead you to the side. “Thank you, your grace. I enjoyed that dance very much.”, you curtsied. “I enjoyed it as well. I hope to see you again, Lady Y/N.”, he said honestly. “I am sure you will, Simon. I will probably have to come to many more balls or if not, you have my address I believe?”, you questioned. “Yes, I look forward to seeing you.”

The Duke walked away confidently and was soon out of the doors of the ballroom. You soon followed, there was no point of staying at the ball anyway. As you journeyed back to your manor, you couldn’t help but think of your next meeting of the Duke. He was very indoctrinating, he was all that was in your mind.

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weirdmorefics · 2 years

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Could u write about Simon and daphne having a 3 year old and she’s a big daddy’s girl and when ever daphne and Simon go out alone she gets mad at her momma thinking her momma is taking her daddy away?

Warnings- None

Pronouns- She/Her

Word Count- 404

Summary- Daphne and Simon drop you off at Bridgerton's main estate. You thought you were just visiting the family but turns out your parents were going to an event that night, causing you to get very mad.

Papa's Girl

"Mamaaaa are we almost there yet? I'm borrred!" I whine out kicking my feet.

"We will be there soon sweetie. Could you please calm down in the meantime?" Mama smiles.

"Give her a break she is just excited to see her family. Isn't that right Y/N?' Papa laughs as I nod eagerly.

"You two are thick as thieves can't I join in?" Mama says fake hurt then she starts attacking me with tickles.

I can't stop laughing and try to kick her away "HELP ME PAPA!"

He laughs "Stop you two you a shaking the whole carriage"

Mama and I laugh even more and she eventually stops. Luckily the tickle war made the trip go by much faster.

Once the carriage arrived at Grandma Violet's I quickly grabbed Papa's hand.

"Come on Papa let's go, tease Uncle Anthony!" I shout about to run into the house when papa stops me.

Papa bends down to my height and frowns "I'm sorry Y/N we aren't staying we have an event ."

"Awww but we just got here. Where are we going?"

"You are staying here, Mommy and I have plans to see the opera," Papa says sadly.

"This was mama's idea, wasn't it? She can't have you mine!" I shout and cling to Papa's leg.

Papa and Mama smile at this which just makes me madder. I hear the loud door to the house creak and I whip my head around. Grandma Violent peeked her head out to see what the commotion was about.

"You can't make me go in Grandma Violet! You can't take my papa! I shout.

Grandma Violet laughs loudly, "You were just like that Daphne when you were her age." Once the statement hit her a sad frown hits her face.

I quickly let go of Papa's leg " I am so sorry Grandma I did not mean to make you sad."

"You did not make me sad baby. You made me happy we don't talk about your grandpa a lot but I love thinking of our happy memories." Grandma smiles with tears in her eyes.

"Aw Mama", Mama says sadly hugging Grandma.

"Mama, I guess it is okay you take Papa for a little while. I want you to have many happy memories but bring him back to me fast because he is mine." I mumble out.

"Thank you, baby. We will be back soon." Mama hugs me tight before leaving.

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thebadgerclan · 2 years

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Common Knowledge

Pairing: Simon Basset x reader x Daphne Bridgerton

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: The staff at Clyvedon know to keep quiet about what they see

Smut!

Among the staff at Clyvedon, it was common knowledge: if you saw His Grace with his head beneath Her Grace’s lady’s maid’s skirts, you said nothing and walked away. Such was the instance now, when an upstairs maid entered the drawing room, intending to stoke the fire, found you pressed against the table, your skirts hiked over your waist, the Duke knelt at your feet. The maid’s eyes widened, but she remained silent, turning on her heel and leaving, returning downstairs to warn the other maids and staff to avoid the drawing room for a while.

“Simon, yes!” you moaned, tugging on his hair, urging his mouth closer to your cunt. It was impossible for him to get closer, as his tongue was inside you, thrusting shallowly, before withdrawing and licking at your clit. “Oh, yes, please! Do not stop, yes!” The Duke moaned against you, his cock throbbing within the confines of his trousers, continuing to lick and suck at your clit. He ran his hands up and down your bare legs–you wore no stockings at his and Daphne’s insistence–his stubble ticking the insides of your thighs.

“Come for me, lovely,” Simon said, looking up at you. Your eyes were closed with pleasure, but at his words, you opened them, seeing the love and lust he felt for you. When you came, it was with a shaky exhale, your head tipping back as your legs trembled. Simon rose to his feet, taking your hands in his, pulling you into his arms and kissing you deeply. “Simon,” you breathed, clutching his lapels, and the Duke smiled, kissing you again.

“I know, my love, I know. I hate to go, but I shall be home by dinner, I promise.” You nodded, resting your head on his shoulder. “I love you,” you whispered. “As I love you. Give our Daphne my love, will you?” “Of course.” Simon departed to attend to the estates, leaving you a fair amount of time on your hands. You found Daphne in the library, perched on her favored armchair, the one with a stunning view of the grounds.

“Darling,” she greeted, shutting her book and beckoning you to her. You smiled, settling yourself in your other lover’s lap. “And how might you be this afternoon, Y/N?” “Well. Simon sends his love.” Daphne nodded, pressing a sweet, short kiss to your lips. You returned it with fervor, something in you needing her as close as possible. Your embrace soon grew heated and needy, with you tugging at Daphne’s bodice and her pulling the laces of your gown.

“Should we head upstairs?” you sighed, and Daphne shook her head. “I see no reason I should not attend to you right here.” The Duchess’ hand trailed up your leg beneath your skirts, finding you still aroused from her husband’s earlier actions. “My, what has you this excited, darling?” “You, Daph,” you said, kissing her again. “Please, touch me.” Your words were all she needed, pressing two fingers into your cunt. You moaned and arched into her touch, letting your head loll against her shoulder.

Daphne pleasured you for several minutes, keeping you on the very precipice of pleasure, before you hurriedly lifted her skirts, reaching between her legs to find her wet and wanting. The angle was slightly awkward with you still in her lap, but as the Duchess moaned against your lips, you found you didn’t care. “Y/N,” Daphne sighed, still fingering you, still rubbing your clit with her free hand. “Y/N, yes.”

Words were lost as you pleasured each other, moaning softly in the other’s ear. Finally, Daphne stiffened beneath you as she came, and only then did you let yourself topple over the edge too. Limp in her arms, you kissed her cheek softly, and the Duchess smiled, pulling you closer to her. When the same maid from earlier entered the library, she once more turned on her heel upon seeing her mistress with you in her lap, both looking quite disheveled indeed.

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