#ben has never had a rut

[pearlzier]

────⠀ soldier boy has a glasses kink WHO said that

warnings / SMUT ! MDNI. soldier boy. bro hes a warning just, as himself. glasses kink ???. oral(m!recieving). uhhh kinda filthy i gotta say. he cums on reader's glasses + face. dirty talker. degradation? he says whore once. first time writing ben uhhh let me know if u guys like it <3 and if u wanna be on the tag list for uhhh the boys or jensen stuff idek

thank u @theosaurous for gracing our earth with this beautiful hc all creds 4 this thing to them <3 (its been almost a month HELP)

it's humiliating. completely degrading and demeaning and you're lapping it all up even then. the way he holds you so gently but lets the meanest things fall from his lips, his words gruff and gravelly, it makes your head spin. your skin feels hot, your knees digging into the shitty motel rug beneath you as he keeps you on your knees below him. your chest rising and falling in heavy breaths, eyes darting up to him frantically from where you're kneeling. "look at you," he grunts.

the entire reasoning for your position beneath him and status of being gagged by his cock? those glasses of yours. usually you wore contacts, since they were easier for your line of work and simpler to handle everyday. ben had never seen you without contacts before, wearing glasses. he'd be a damn liar if he tried to say that it didn't turn him on so bad to see you with those lenses over your eyes and nose bridge adorned.

"teasing me with those fucking glasses, huh? shoulda' worn 'em earlier, maybe wouldn't have ended up on your knees like a whore for me, huh?" he pats the head of his cock against your lips, grasping the back of your head tightly to push himself between your lips once more. a guttural groan escapes him and he swallows thickly, a low chuckle escaping him too.

"that's it, take that fucking dick. that's it, fuck." the look of your glasses slipping down your nose, too low to actually help you see however perfect for ben to get off on.

you're practically drooling on him, lips stretched around him with every inch he pushes further down your throat. the whimper you let out by the time he's near bottoming out makes him groan, and his grip on the back of your head tightens instinctively. "ben—"

"shh, sh, don't wanna hear a word out of your mouth," his tone is practically a snarl but still soft enough to coax you into listening to him. "just wanna look at you, those glasses, shit," he didn't know he was into glasses, to be honest with you. ben was into everything about you, but this? this new development? yeah, he'd take advantage of it for a long ass time.

"look so good takin' my cock," he muses, thumb stroking over your cheek. it brushes over your lips, soon smearing your saliva over them with another low chuckle. he likes leaving you a mess, not just likes, he loves leaving you a mess like this. "that pretty mouth's great for fillin', ain't it? always chattin' shit, just gotta stuff it full of me." ben knows he can get away with it since your mouth's a little preoccupied with sucking him off.

all you can do, really, is look up at him with wide, watery eyes. your jaw lax with the intrusion of him between your lips, hands grasping loosely at his legs as best as you can to make sure you don't end up falling over.

"a little deeper," growling, he grasps at the back of your head once more and tugs you further along his dick. the gagging sound has him groaning, hips rutting up against your face instinctively afterwards. "suckin' the fuckin' life outta' me," despite how rough he is in practically fucking your face, he's soft, in a way.

this is ben, he isn't exactly all sunshine and rainbows, but he's always in awe of how well you do for him—every single time. and he makes you feel perfect afterwards, he'd rather die than leave you unfulfilled.

"doing so good," he tells you, voice breathy, low with his arousal and how worked up he's getting right now. he swallows thickly, glancing down at you, "feel so fucking good, that mouth, shit.."

"mmh?" you mumble around him, eyes lifting back up to his again as your breathing picks up a little. every little bit of encouragement from him meant a lot, because you knew he meant it. he really does.

"yeah, yeah.." ben's head falls back with a groan, his hips picking up pace and thrusting into your mouth a little more rhythmically now. you can feel he's getting closer now, from how his grip on your head tightens and his sounds become more and more frequent. "you're gonna make me—fuck, fuck, come off for me, there we go, fuckin' warm mouth, nice and warm for me. made for me, huh? say it, wanna hear you fuckin' say it."

ben's hand quickly wraps around his cock, his grip tight as he starts pumping it quickly, thumb brushing against his slit occasionally—only tensing his thighs even more. "made for you," you mumble instinctively, batting your eyelashes as you adjust to the loss of him in your mouth.

"what's made for me? huh? c'mon," ben pats your cheek with his free hand, his other still moving up and down himself in quickening paces. his brows raise, gaze turning expectant as he looks down at you.

"my mouth," you tell him, tone a little whiny. he's smirking, that stupidly attractive smirk, as he hears that. "my mouth was made for you," and he really believes it too, 'cause you take him so damn well every single time.

"that's it, you learn so well, hm?" ben coos, condescension in his tone as he speaks. it's all loving, really, but he's not exactly thinking much with his heart here as much as he's thinking with his dick. especially right now, as the pressure tightens in his abdomen, the movements of his hand growing less controlled and more jerky. "you ready for me, baby? for me to come all over that face? those glasses? god, those glasses. c'mon, tongue out. there we go, that's it.. there's that mouth i love, huh?"

he's practically babbling right now, his eyes squeezing shut. your tongue stuck out for him, waiting and ready, has him pumping his hand faster till his thighs start trembling, thick white ropes of cum spurting from his throbbing, aching tip landing in globs on your glasses, cheeks, tongue. you look so good like that, and he tells you, "that's a pretty picture, ain't it? might take a photo of that, mmh?" his head tilts to the side a little bit. the whine you let out in response makes him laugh, the corners of his lips tugging upwards at the corners.

"open your eyes," ben coaxes, thumb brushing against your cheek and pushing a little bit so your eyes open. he hums, "there you are," he lets out a gruff laugh, "can't see, can you?" you shake your head in response, swallowing thickly. your gaze is all blurry, without the glasses, not able to see properly. "glasses all messy? let's take 'em off," he eases your glasses off your face, inspecting them all messy with his cum before he looks back at you.

"that's alright," he tells you, placing the glasses down onto the bedside cupboard, before he gets your attention again. "only thing you gotta see is me. just me."

[yellowjackingit]

Omegaverse yellowjackets personal headcanons and parings✨ nsfw

(don't like don't read, you know who you are ;)

Shauna -alpha she's my bi messy failgirl icon <3 she just has alpha energy to me (but idk I'm sure in some fics I'll have her beta) , and Jeff has omega energy to me idk why, vibes man. I feel like in an omegaverse society alpha women traditionally are expected to have big families and accomplish a lot, so when Jackie dies I'd imagine her mother's slights have to do with how Shauna is such a rare breed, an alpha female, only 5% of the population contains alpha females and yet she was somehow never as special as her lil jack jack

Jackie- omega Jackie just needs an alpha to hold her and tell her everything's gonna be ok, too bad they eat her lol. Also i wanna see Shauna pin her down what of it. She's totally a lesbian

Lottie- alpha The total it girl, she's got it all, she embodies the traditional femalpha standard, think barbie, but tbh most of that was learning at a young age she was different (gay) and got really good at hiding it. it was a no brainer when she became the first head alpha of the group as people usually do they fall under her leadership and guidance. Shes the kind of alpha that would have led rome or egypt. And yet. When she loses her omega she loses her way. Her power crumbles and so she hands the torch to the alpha she trusts most

Natalie- alpha as the runt of her litter of one and every class or group she's been apart of she was never the first picked alpha but when the group assigned her the leader everything changed for her. She was finally where she was born to be. Out in the woods she became the best version of her alpha. Also I just wanna see her go thru a rut and Lottie offer to help a bro out with it 👀 who said that

Laura lee- omega voted cutest omega of her year, always had a crush on Lottie and now that they're lost in the wilderness maybe she can show her some her holy moves? Idk I'm not Catholic anymore

Taissa - beta

Van - butch nonbinary beta

Taissa van beta4beta my beloved<3 taissa being resentful of her beta gender (transmasc taissa goes hard) and trying her hardest to become a beta representative "betas are 45% of the population and yet only have 4 seats on the Senate? What's that bull" but I can also see taissa being an alpha and van be an omega

Misty- omega also a runt, she looks up to Natalie a lot being a runt as well who actually earned the respect of the pack. So her and nat bond over it and eventually more 👀 imagine Misty's heat hitting round the spring, and in order to avoid pregnancies nat being the ever so gracious pack leader helps her through it with her massive dick

Travis- beta him and Shauna beta solidarity has good potential, I hope they talk about girls together, like imagine them coming out to each other? Grieving javi together, both being ppl who lost their own blood to these woods... Y'all pls understand my vision

Mari- beta when no immediate role is assigned to her she struggles and takes it out on jackie, it's ok babygirl thats not how u get the pretty omegas attention but u will learn

Coach ben- alpha his death is their first meal, and the death of the traditional alpha male patriarchy i guess lol

Crystal- omega to mirrors misty

Anyone feel free to add on! I wanted to headcanons the other girls too but I cant Google it rn, so if anyone wanna drop the background girls names I'll love u forever <3

[generalkenobee]

Needy whore

Warnings: name calling, degradation, mentions of female masterbation, pnv, reader is on birth control FEM!reader, dom!Kylo, reader worshiping kylo, choking but little to no force, rough sex turns into soft sex, reader is the only person allowed to call Kylo Ben

This was your punishment. You were trying to get a rise out of Kylo so he'd fuck you harder but things didn't go as expected. "Well if you're going to act like this then I won't give you any sexual attention"

The past two weeks had been so long and agonizing. All you could think about was Kylos heavy cock and how it would feel to pump. You've thought about masterbation but it wouldn't even work, your body has become so used to him you can't do it by yourself. Your fingers are too small, your hands too soft, and you don't have the same stamina he does.

You wanted to be filled up to the brim with his seed while he continued to push in deeper, you needed him to pull your hair, fuck you against a wall with someone in the next room, his large rough hand would travel down your belly until it was rig-

"excuse me? Are you even listening or are we wasting our time miss (L/N)?" General Hux's voice rang through the empty hallway. You weren't even sure what he was talking to you about, something along the lines of needing help with a new droid?

"yes sir- I mean general" you responded quickly straightening you back and looking him in the eyes. "Very well, you may go-"

"thank you si- general!" You cut him off running to the supreme leaders quarters to try to beg for forgiveness

•••

"please!" You whined with Kylo standing in front of you while you spread your legs around him so you could rub your cunt on hit boots. "No" his response was short and cold.

"I'll do anything.. Please Kylo! Please let me cum!" There were hot tears running down your face at this point. "I- I need you!"

"is that it? Too pathetic to make yourself cum?" His voice was deep and would've been scary if you hadn't been dating for over 3 years. "Do you need my help?" He questioned grabbing your jaw in his left hand while cupping your vulva in his right.

Your hips rutted up into him while your eyes rolled back, moaning in ecstasy. It was such little pleasure but it meant the world considering it had been so long.

Kylo pulled your face forward forcefully pressing his full lips to yours. Oh God his lips... They were so plush and soft, the feeling of them on your pulsing clit was unmatched. You moaned into the kiss trying to pull him over to the bed. both your hands were on his biceps pulling him further toward you till he was practically laying atop you crushing you under his weight.

"mmm.." your arms wrapped around his neck scratching his scalp while Kylo gently ran his middle finger down your stomach to the very start of your slit. "Please"

"needy whore" a chill ran down your back when his finger slowly dragged down you "you're my white though, you'd never act this way towards anyone but your supreme leader, isn't that right?" You loved when he talked like this, and you were so lost in his words you didn't respond. "I asked you a question." Kylos voice rang in your ears while his hand wrapped around your throat as a warning. "Yes Kylo, no one knows me like you do"

"no one gets to see this side of you but me" your head lifted off the mattress to kiss him again while his finger started slowly rubbing circles on your clit "thank you, thank you so much" you feel short of breath as your head lulls back onto his pillows, eyes closed. You still felt his fingers but he wasn't rubbing you anymore, instead he was getting his clothes off.

About 15 minutes had passed of him teasing you with the force "augh! I'm c-close- mmhmmm, please" but it stopped "nice and wet hm?" You nodded your head reaching over for his hard cock pumping him softly "I'm soaked"

Kylo put his hands on your hips lifting you up to straddle him while his head rested on his headboard "slide it in whore, wanna see how bad you want it" at that sentence you yanked him up to your entrance moaning while you slid down with ease "maybe I've been too cruel?" Kylo said with a questioning tone "ma-maybe you have.. neglecting me, and my needs" your throat felt tight and you couldn't continue your sentence "careful baby..." He said looking at you through thick lashes. Your eyes rolled back at the feeling of his cock inside you at last and the feeling of his hand around your neck.

Eventually it became softer sex, less choking and more kissing, less degradation and more praise

"B-Ben..can you" you stopped in fear of looking stupid. Although your boyfriends hand slightly tilted and you felt the similar feeling of his middle finger on your clit once more. "Ben!" Your hands flew up to his shoulders squeezing as you clenched. "I-I"

"I know baby, go on"

[positivelybeastly]

This might be a fun little project for you, and certainly for the rest of us attempting to understand Hank better. What is something that a writer should takeaway from the most popular incarnations of Hank, yes including the recent one, to write him in a storyline? Maybe even bring something new to his character?

Speaking for myself here I’m fairly curious to know!

Hmmm. Good question.

I think that there are four central tenets to Hank's character, and they're basically integral to whether or not a run understands what Hank is about.

First of all - Hank's general story arc is about the importance of making mistakes, and learning from them. This is what gives his character meaning and resonance. He teaches us that you can completely fuck up your life, and come back from it, if only you try. If only you don't let your mistakes become bigger than you.

I would argue that the worst versions of Hank, and by worst I mean badly written, get stuck on the idea that Hank is reckless and makes mistakes and he never learns from them, and the thing is, that's simply not true anymore. It was true, in the story in which he turned himself grey and furry, but that was 1975, and that story broke Hank as he existed up until that point.

This story is so good because it understands that Hank made the single biggest fuck-up of his life in that lab, and he cannot undo that mistake, and he knows that. He has no right to. His ego died in that lab. Yeah, he can get a bit conceited, yeah, he can boast of what he's done, but he learned his lesson and he should never really reach the heights of ego and arrogance that he did back then.

All he has to do to remember what that led to is to look in the mirror.

It's not dissimilar to what happens with Mr. Fantastic - any time someone writes him as this big, boastful, arrogant scientist, they are forgetting that all he has to do to remember what that led to is look at his best friend, Ben Grimm, and what that led to last time. Actions have consequences. Hank and Reed know this all too well. They know this lesson, learning it again is bad storytelling.

Second of all - Hank is about change. His character is constantly changing, not just physically and visually, but emotionally and in terms of personality, too. He explicitly talks about this in Defenders.

He's allowed to be different and change, he is, in some ways, a social mirror. He code switches. He's different with the X-Men and the Avengers and the Defenders and X-Factor and the Illuminati and S.W.O.R.D because those places are different, with different people and different aims and different needs, and so Hank becomes different.

This is why feline Beast is so fucking important to his character growth, and why it was the best place for his character to go. By the late 90s, his character had, in ways, become a little bit stale, stuck in the rut of the jokey scientist with a philosophical side, and he needed a new internal conflict, because he's matured and dealt with most of his issues about growing up and taking responsibility.

Flipping the essential point of Beast's character, and making it so that it wasn't just other people who had to get over how Hank looked to see the brilliant, wonderful man beneath, but Hank himself, was genius.

Third of all - Hank is a consummate performer. He sings, he dances, he quotes poetry, he can turn the Periodic Table into a dirty rhyme, he knows more than you do - he is constantly performing. The aggressive performance of both humanity and masculinity is essential to Hank's character, something I've talked about extensively here, and X-Force is so instructive here because Ben Percy comes so close to understanding this character point, but fails to do anything with it.

He's just so damned uncritical. He doesn't have anyone actually engage with Hank's performance, which is why X-Force is just a succession of increasingly dry monologues by an actor trying to do improv while surrounded by the rest of his amateur dramatics group who just aren't with it today.

Fourth - Hank McCoy is a good man. He isn't perfect, by any stretch, but the instant you try and make him an intrinsically bad person, you've failed to understand who he is, where he comes from, and what the entire point of his character is.

HE HAS NO DARK SECRETS.

HE HAS NOTHING TO HIDE.

I'm sorry, but Grant Morrison just understands Beast better than 90% of writers, because they understand that Hank is a complicated man, he is a walking thesaurus, he's a pile of insecurities and neuroses and mental illnesses, but he is so painfully genuine and sincere and honest. He doesn't believe in just straight up lying, because it is beneath him. He is eloquent and cultured and smart, and he believes in giving you the truth as you need to hear it.

Bendis and Percy just don't understand what Hank is. Who Hank is. He's not the man who takes murder as the first and only option. Stop making him act like him.

As for what to bring to his character? Give him a child.

It is so painfully obvious that this man wants children.

Challenging him by making him have either biological children, or getting to just straight up adopt a child, would be an excellent place to take his character. Now, granted, I understand that comic books fucking HATE children . . . but I don't care, you asked what would be a good place for his character to go, and this is it. The man deserves the chance to be a father. He'd be a good one.

[genz420]

The Fire That Burns With Us - Chapter 79: Seasmoke.

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138 - Harrenhal  

Aemond doesn’t know what has come over him; the need for Visenya, even if she had only been long for a fortnight, has been burning within him since he had seen her up and out of the bed.  He knows there is a chance that Visenya might get hurt, but Visenya seems to not care about that, only caring for one thing.  

Aemond pulls his attention away from Visenyas chest as he looks at Visenya's flushed face, how she bites her lips as she watches him and the lust that floods her eyes.  Aemond smiles as she quickly picks Visenya up by her legs, letting her wrap her legs around his waist as he walks towards the bed. 

Aemond would make sure that he is gentle with Visenya, not wanting to face the wrath of Ben but wanting nothing more than to bury his face between her legs and his cock inside her.  Aemond smiles to himself as he is face level with Visenya's chest as they move towards the bed, making sure to give both breasts equal attention before he sets her on the bed. 

Visenya smiles up at Aemond as he stands in front of her; Aemond moves one of his hands up to Visenya's face, cupping her cheek as he bends down to kiss her.  Visenya smiles into the kiss, wanting to grab hold of his face, but the wrappings on her hands prevent her from doing so. 

As the two kiss, Visenya does her best to shimmy out of her pants before Aemond pulls away.  Harrenhal wasn’t the best castle for keeping the heat inside the castle; the many fires do their job, but the castle is a ruin, and often, the heat would escape through the many broken walls or little cracks.  

Aemond pulls away from Visenya as she kicks away her pants, smiling to himself at her eagerness to be naked.  Aemond slightly nods his head towards the head of the bed, wanting Visenya to go further up the bed so he can settle himself between her legs.  Visenya smiles as she makes her way up the bed, sitting back down as she waits for Aemond to join her.  

Aemond doesn’t bother taking off his pants as he moves to knee between Visenya's legs, laying flat on his stomach as he is face to face with Visenya's cunt.  He could be mean and tease her, but he would rather not.  Aemond grips Visenya's thighs as he pulls her closer to him so that she is lying flat on the bed.  He wants nothing more than to take care of her and make her feel good.  

Aemond looks up at Visenya as he licks a long stripe from her hole to her clit, and the moan that comes out of Visenya makes him harder than before.  Gods, he loves her moans so much, better than her laughter, to know that he is the reason that is causing her so much pleasure that she can’t keep it to hers; he just does something to him.  

Visenya's mind is slush, not a single thought besides Aemond and the tongue of a god he has.  The feeling of him holding tightly on her thighs, knowing there would surely be some kind of bruise once he is done.  Visenya would never let someone else see her so vulnerable and still be so relaxed.  Part of her loves that she is at his mercy and knows she has the power to make Aemond eat her out like she would be his last meal.  

Aemond can’t help the moan that comes out of him as Visenya's hands rack through his hair and her legs tighten around his face.  If he died between her legs, it would be okay with him, a worthy death making a Queen feel so pleasurable.   Aemond also can’t help himself as he ruts against the bed, wanting to feel some kind of pleasure for himself, but nothing can compare to Visenya and her sweet cunt.  

He had tried to bring himself some pleasure when Visenya had been away, but he had felt diary and ashamed after he had come.  The shame was unlike anything he had felt before.  

Visenya can’t help but feel frustrated that the wrappings Ben had put on her hands were preventing her from feeling Aemond silky hair. Still, she knew that if she were to unwrap them, there would be a greater chance of completely losing her fingers and having Ben punish her for doing so.  All that frustration melts away as Aemond gives a quick lick to her slit.  

Visenya can feel the vibrations course through her body, bringing her closer and closer to the first of what she knows will be many orgasms of the night.  The small whisper makes Aemond lose his control, diving into his meal.  Taking a second to come up to breathe and Visenya can see either her slick or spit on his chiselled chin and beautiful lips, and the sight drove her mad.  

Visenya leans her head back onto the bed with a smile as Aemond returns to work, wrapping his lips around the bud that makes her leg shake with pleasure.  Aemond would love to flip them over, so Aemond was the one laying down while Visenya would sit on his face, but he doesn’t know if the such fast movement would reopen her wound, and by the gods, he didn’t want to pull himself away from her cunt.  

But Aemond does just that, pulling himself away from Visenya and watches her eyes open as she looks at the spot where he had been.  Aemond smiles as he watches Visenya's chest rise and fall as she takes deep breaths; Aemond smiles as he tightens his grip on her thighs.  He watches as Visenya's eyes rack up and down his body, taking more time as her eyes land on his v-line and the spot where it leads.  Aemond knows that it is very clear how aroused Visenya has made him, and he is nowhere near ashamed of it, more so proud.  

“I was enjoying that,” Visenya tells Aemond as he moves to knee between her open legs.  

Aemond smirks as he leans down to rest on his elbows, and Visenya moves to wrap her legs around his waist, being a little minx as she pulls him closer to him.  Visenya smiles as Aemond groans at the action, and Aemond smirks to himself.  

“I’m deeply sorry, My Queen.  Maybe you should punish me for delaying your pleasure,” Aemond tells Visenya as he ducks his head down to the crook of her neck.  

Visenya doesn’t allow the kisses Aemond plants against her neck to cloud her mind.  Visenya smiles as she gently uses her wrapped hand to tap Aemond's chest, telling her to stop and take a second.  Aemond quickly pulls away from Visenya, thinking she might be hurt or bleeding.  

“I shouldn’t allow you to cum,” Visenya tells Aemond, and she enjoys watching the colour drain from his face as the words leave her mouth.  

Visenya holds herself back from laughing at his hurt expression, knowing she wouldn’t hold herself to her words.  Aemond doesn’t know if Visenya is being serious or not, but he hopes that she isn’t.  They haven’t laid together in quite some time, and Aemond wants to feel some pleasure without the shame that follows it.   

“Now, wait a second,” Aemond tells Visenya, but he relaxes as the smile on her face tells him she isn’t keeping her word.  

Visenya uses her legs to roll Aemond to lay on the bed, not caring about ripping her stitches like Aemond.  She would get a talking to by Ben, but she wouldn’t let a little blood faze her.  Aemond looks to her stomach, ensuring she is okay before relaxing at the fact that Visenya straddles him.  Aemond admires Visenya for a second, how her hair frames her face and covers her chest.  Aemond understands those who think the Targaryens are gods among humans because Visenya truly looks like a goddess.  

– –

Aemond lays on the bed, arms behind his head, watching Visenya puttering around their room.  Aemond knows that he should get out of bed and help Visenya get dressed or give his input to whatever letter she is reading but watching her be so calm and relaxed while only dressed in one of his shirts gives him an excellent view of her legs and rear.  

Aemond knows that today will likely happen again, just him and Visenya relaxing in their room.  Even after they win the war, Visenya would be Queen and she would have duties that would take up her day, and the small amount of time she would have would most likely be taken up by the children or a certain pair.  

Aemond looks away from Visenyas bottom half as she turns around, focusing on her face and the wild head of hair that Laenor had inherited.  He loves her hair so much and loves when it is down rather than up and out of the way.  Aemond can tell from her confused and angry expression that the letter she is reading doesn’t contain good news.  

Aemond moves his arms to welcome Visenya back to the bed, wrapping an arm around her as she sits next to him on the bed.  Aemond wraps one of his arms around Visenya's stomach, being careful as he holds her against him, but he takes note that her body is stiff.   Rather than pay attention to the letter she is holding, Aemond focuses on the exposed skin of Visenyas's neck, lightly kissing the already-marked skin.  

“Read this,” Visenya tells Aemond as she moves slightly away, holding the letter out from him to take.  Opening the letters proved to be challenging for her, but rather than asking Aemond for help, Visenya had ripped them open with her teeth or the wax seal with her still working thumbs.  

Aemond moves away from Visenya's neck as he takes the letter from her with his free hand; after he does so, he can feel Visenya fully relax against him, and he can’t help but smile. 

“A dragonseed from House Velaryon?” Aemond asks as he skims through the letter, now he knows why Visenya had gone rigid.  

“I don’t believe that my grandsire would have done that to my grandmother, and well, we both know that my father wouldn’t have sired any bastards,”  Visenya tells Aemond. 

“Expect for you,” Aemond jokes, but the look Visenya gives him tells him that his joke is not appreciated.  Instead of a little snicker or giggle from Visenya, he is just met with an eye roll and a slight huff from his wife.  

“Very funny,” Visenya tells Aemond as she closes her eyes and leans her head back onto his chest.  “He wants to claim Seasmoke,”

The idea isn’t bad, they would gain another dragon, but Aemond knows why Visenya is getting his input rather than just approving the idea.  Not only did Visenya want the dragon to bond with one of the twins or Aenar but also because no one has claimed the dragon since her father's death.  

“It would be good for us if we have another dragon on our side,” Aemond points out as he sets the letter down on the bed and pulls Visenya closer to him.  

“But we said that Laenor or Daenys would calm him, and now there is Aenar as well,” Visenya uses that as her excuse; the truth is it doesn’t feel right to her to allow someone that isn’t her blood to claim the dragon.  

With Cannibal, they have the advantage. He has already taken out three dragons, so she doesn’t see why they need another dragon.  Vhagar has also taken out one dragon, so there isn’t a doubt in her mind that they could eliminate the rest of the dragons if they needed to.  

“Visenya, we can’t allow the Blacks to take him,” Aemond points out as he rubs the skin of Visenya's arm.  There isn’t a doubt to him that the Blacks would stoop so low as to claim the 

“I’ll write to my grandsire to see if he would be okay with this Addam of Hull calming his dead son's dragon,” Visenya tells him sarcastically, and Aemond smiles at her tone.  

“You should also mention that he should change his support,” Aemond tells her, hoping that he could convince her or at least plant the idea in her mind about contacting her grandsire.  

“Aemond-”

“I know.  You will not ask them to commit treason,” Aemond cuts Visenya off and lets out a noise of displeasure as Visenya moves to sit up on the bed and look back at him.  

“No.  I was going to say that he has already agreed to change sides, he wasn’t very pleased with how I was being treated,” Visenya says Aemond shoots up at the news, gently grabbing hold of Visenya's arms.  

“So we have the Velaryon fleet?” Aemond asks with boyish excitement, and Visenya can’t help but smile.  

Corlys had written shortly after the news of Visenyas escape, telling his favourite granddaughter that he would be adding the Reds from now on, that the treatment Rheanyra had with her had him sick to his stomach, and he would not allow his fleet to aid in someone who could easily hurt and kill their kin.   

Rhaenys had been the one to remind him of his oath, but now, with her dead, Corlys has no problem letting that oath die and now aid who he wants to see on the Iron Throne.  Not only does Corlys love Visenya, but the fact that she was a Velaryon before a Targaryen would mean that his name would be even closer to the throne.  

Visenya smiles as she moves to sit on Aemond's lap, the prince moving his hands to rest on her thighs.  Aemond smiles as Visenya wraps her arms around his neck, and he can’t help but let his hands wander under her shirt.  

“We do,” Visenya answers as Aemond gently flips her onto her back, kissing her cheeks and jaw as she laughs at his affection. 

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@tempt-ress @kassies-take

[leximitchells]

Ben needed therapy last year. He literally hit rock bottom. He’s isolated himself from his friends and family, had become a stranger to Lexi, was taking drugs, completely not taking care of himself or caring what happened to himself, all leading up to a cardiac arrest and literally dying and having to be brought back to life.

That there was the time to finally have him try something different and go to therapy. Putting it on pause and then revisiting it 6 months later by having him use another unhealthy coping mechanism rather than actually communicating with the people who love him and getting help a different way, just seems like history repeating and Ben never being allowed to move on.

It’s like they want to keep him in this permanent state of hiding how he is really feeling, and never being allowed to be happy or feel settled. Along with the fact that he is forever taking two steps forward and then 20 steps back in his relationship with Phil, it’s like they don’t ever want him to develop past the stage where he is hiding his problems, masking the fact he isn’t coping, and searching for validation from his Dad.

It can be really unrewarding as a fan of a character to watch them not develop and just continue the rinse/repeat they have been on. I know it is a realistic depiction of how some people cope in real life. But since when have soaps been bothered about realism?

As for where it leaves his relationship with Callum, who knows? What does it say about them as a couple that yet again Callum seems to think they are in a good place individually and as a couple, only for it all to come out that Ben was struggling and Callum was oblivious? Or that Ben still didn’t feel comfortable enough to tell Callum he isn’t coping? Especially as it has been established (and acknowledged by the characters themselves) a few times now that their main issues lie with not communicating or miscommunication. Again it feels a little like they are stuck in the same rut.

Sorry for going off in your inbox. I know it sounds like I’m being negative. I try hard not to be, but if this goes where we all think it is going, it just feels kind of disappointing tbh.

I know it’s a soap and I expect wayyyy too much. I know. But it’s just frustrating.

i’m still not convinced they’re actually gonna go down the alcoholism route BUT i think the fact that callum has acknowledged ben’s drinking not once but TWICE in the past week is actually a good sign. for him to notice that something is off with ben, something he was unable to do for some reason for most of last year, is progress! i completely agree with you about everything else though. it really does feel like we go around in circles with ben and the misery never ends. ben and whitney are truly more alike than most people would like to admit

[and-but-so]

For decades now, music has been a vehicle for understanding my emotions and healing from suffering. Whether it is contained in the sorrows artists express so well or my own scrawled emotive musing, therein is a package, wrapped up tightly, containing my feelings. On Friday night, at the Death Cab For Cutie show, I opened one such package that has been securely kept for at least 18 years. As I heard the opening chords of The New Year, a song seared onto my teenaged brain, I felt the excitement and the aura of a shift. I sat and heard Lightness, a love song from Side A of Transatlanticism as I had never heard it before. "Your heart is a river that flows from your chest to every organ." I thought of every opened chest I had seen in the setting of my traumatic workplace alongside the emotional anguish of my high school relationship that long held these songs in association. How I left myself at the whim of these forces, how I had been pummeled by waves of hurt by them to the point of numbness. The contrast of the innocence of these songs and my enjoyment of them as a teen and the loss of innocence that has followed me into adulthood. I remember longing for the feelings that were described, without the understanding that my emotional education would be wrought on me due to my lack of self-awareness. A childhood stunted by an inability to speak up or speak out from the truth of my own heart.

"I am waiting for something to go wrong"

The unspoken anxiety of moments that feel unimpeachably joyful in a relationship. The adult understanding that there a thousand forking paths and perspectives that make nothing certain and that this moment itself is fleeting. The heavy grinding guitars of Expo 86 contain the weight of that spoken lyric, driving it deep into chest.

Despite the turmoil inherent in the lyrics, the constant of Transatlanticism's 20th year has been the soothing nostalgic feeling of listening to the these songs through different phases of life. This album has meant so many different things, with its lyrics of adolescent sexual exploration, emotional callousness, heartbreak, and absolute self-loathing. I have put its verses to work trying to explain my own feelings and existence. But now I think of the freedom that exists in the verses, of the album's prevailing imagery of water being a force within us and without us -- how it can feel at turns isolating in its vastness and personally invigorating as a deep ebb of emotion.

The liberation of dancing to the triumphant and liberating Postal Service set was a delivery of sorts from my rut of teenage ennui and self-pity. The apt descriptions of longing for an idealized cinematic version of love, of being blind to your own tendency to project impossible expectations onto others rang out so clearly above the pulsing glitchy beats. Seeing the pure and pained expression of Jenny and Ben on stage brought me a greater comfort than it ever has before and that is saying something.

In conversation with compartmentalized myself and my own feelings, I wept at the refrain of the title track, "I need you so much closer".

A beautiful evening of reconciled yearning I will never forget.

[youremine-andnooneelses]

Anakin paces and paces, the minutes scraping by as his body settles further into the rut feeling. It burns. It aches. Everything aches.

And it only gets worse- to the point where he can’t even think straight. Can’t think of anything, actually, except the fire running through his body. The

When nobody’s heard from him for several days, Obi-Wan decides to go check on him, pausing in the doorway when he sees Anakin crumpled on the floor. He’s shaking violently, letting out quiet groans and whines every few seconds, his head buried under a blanket to ward off the sunshine seeping through his windows.

Because he tore down the curtains. He messed his whole room up. All his droids… works in progress… they’re all in pieces, scattered around the floor.

“Oh my gods,” he murmurs, freezing again as Anakin lifts his head from the blanket.

Anakin snarls and gives a vicious growl, scared and in pain and threatened by this new alpha in his space.

If he had half a mind to think, he’d recognize this is probably how bad Hunter’s are on a regular basis. How the man hasn’t died, he has no idea.

Ben texts the group chat, I found him. He’s in a very bad rut, I’ve never seen him like this before. His room is destroyed. Idk what to do.

He will finish soon, Fee responds. And he will ache when he does.

I text too,

Did it to him on purpose 🫶🏻

[luke-shywalker]

OKAY @blackberry-command-cap YOU ASKED FOR THIS SO…

Ask Ben Solo @askbensolo

(Here’s the link to read Ask Ben Solo in chronological order)

The backstory:

It was 2016, TFA had just come out, and Emo Kylo Ren memes were all the rage, most notably the Emo Kylo Ren Twitter account which was iconic. In the early-to-mid 2010s on Tumblr, character ask blogs were in vogue—kinda like roleplay blogs but different—instead of roleplaying with other roleplaying blogs, it was more focused on the character answering asks from the readers. (Ask culture on Tumblr used to be bigger, because this was before we had DMs on Tumblr—omg am I old??)

Anyway I always wanted to run an ask blog, so I came up with the idea for Ask Teenage Kylo Ren (later changed to Ask Ben Solo). It started out as a joke blog purely meme-ing on Kylo for being a teen emo loser who was in the throes of puberty and obsessed with Darth Vader and had trash takes on politics.

I was also a teenager at this time. Over the course of the next couple years I ended up pouring a lot of authenticity into Ben’s character, and fleshed him out as a kid who was terrified of growing up and struggled with mental illness and was being preyed upon by Snoke. I think my characterization of him resonated with a lot of people. He really took on a life of his own, and I have no idea if this is the Ben Solo anymore, but he is my Ben Solo and I love him. The blog is a weird mix of comedy and character drama. Crack-treated-seriously, I guess? This Ben never went to Jedi school, lived with his parents, was homeschooled, and chronically online. He started as a fifteen-year-old and aged up every year.

Things that happened on Ask Ben Solo:

Uncle Luke gave Ben a stuffed animal bantha that the anons named Ren and it was his only friend for a long time

Ben became really into writing poetry

Ben got braces

Ben was aromantic/asexual (until the 2024 reboot whoops SORRY)

Ben kept having dreams about Snoke/hearing Snoke in his mind and basically just wouldn’t listen every time the anons tried to warn him

Ben visited Jedi school and didn’t become a Jedi but made a few friends (my OCs haha, this was before there were any canon Jedi students yet)

Ben gave into Snoke and ran away from home, but changed his mind at the last minute and decided to quit Snoking for good

Ben went to therapy (THANK THE FORCE)

The Solo family adopted REY

Around 2018-2019 Ask Ben Solo got abandoned because I was in college and having a rough time and then TROS came out and sucked and I tried posting once in 2020 but it just didn’t feel the same so I left the blog (and my main blog) to rot.

Then in 2024 I got an ask on my main (so I saw it in my email—hadn’t opened Tumblr in years) where someone told me they really liked Ask Ben Solo and I was like :’) what. After all this time??

I’d been in a creative rut for years so I decided to come back and reboot the blog. I don’t really draw anymore…for reasons unknown to me…so it’s mostly text-based now. And since the sequel trilogy hype is long dead, there are way less people reading it now, which has been a bit of a challenge for me to adjust to, especially since such a big part of the project was the reader interaction.

But, it’s been so interesting to revisit and reinvent Ben as an adult!!! Now he’s 23 and lives on Naboo where he graduated from college. Some of the current story threads are:

Adulting™

Ben is in his first relationship (kinda?) with a former Jedi classmate

Rey is now the cringe teenager!! She’s obsessed with Twi’ktok

Ben has conflict with his mom because she’s very protective of him after the Snoke thing

Poe and BB-8 are Ben’s housemates now. Also Threepio is there. (Leia sent Threepio to spy on Ben)

Hux exists. But he goes by “Armitage Arkanis” and works at Spacebucks. Not much is known about him. …Yet.

Snoke might be back?? Ben doesn’t want you to think so though

Ben just wants to live his life and ignore the Force and forget what happened when he was a teen and try to be happy—and he’s trying—but it just feels…empty.

One thing I super miss is Ben living with his parents. I think that was one of the best parts about Ask Ben Solo. The most interesting thing about Kylo Ren was that he was Han and Leia’s kid and to this day we still don’t have a lot of canon on their lives as family. I have some machinations to force Ben back into living with his parents (as an adult rip) hehehehehe

About once a week I question why I’m still running Ask Ben Solo because it will never be as good as it was in 2016-2018 and I know this. But I think continuing it is better than ending it…haha… I also think a lot about adapting it into a true fanfic that could be posted on Ao3 but I don’t think this is possible. It’s Ben’s blog! Where he has bad takes and is cringe and spills his emotions and updates it in real time and answers your questions! That’s like the whole concept haha

There are also three sister blogs to Ask Ben Solo that are updated much less frequently. Two for my OCs who are Ben’s friends from Jedi school, and one for Rey.

SO YEAH THAT’S ASK BEN SOLO. hahahahaha

And here is the gold star my friend gave me a couple months ago for making her care about Kylo Ren. Multiple people have said this to me about this blog. I say this to me about my blog. Behold, my award:

@blackberry-command-cap

NDNSJSJCNJDKCBDJDJJDJFNDJ OH BOY YOU ARE SO GONNA REGRET ASKING ME THIS HAHHAJAJAHA

it’s my fanfic project basically. I need some time but let me write up the full explanation hdhdhsjdjsj

[queenofcarrots]

Moodboard for Unbound and Tethered, Chapter One

Ben froze in place, slowly breathed in and out once, then took three quick sniffs. Without thinking he bared his teeth and growled - in anger, or frustration, or because of some long-buried evolutionary need - and with all the strength he had, instead of following his instinct and running towards the barn, towards that scent - which is what his body wanted him to do - he turned around and ran back to the house, slamming the door and locking it before slumping onto the floor of the hall in a sweaty, breathless mess.

It was the scent that did this to him, and he cursed his biology for the immediate and very strong reaction. He knew exactly what it had to be: an unsuppressed female omega, and she smelled wonderful.

~o~

In Unbound and Tethered, Ben Solo is an Alpha who lives life on his own terms and Rey is an Omega who wants to start over. When Rey is stranded in Ben's barn after a snow storm, her impending heat challenges them both.

A gift for @juniordreamer for the Plaid Paramour event ❤️

Chapter One is up, read it on AO3!

[crazyk-imagine]

We Used to Be

Pairings: Benedict Bridgerton/ Female reader

Characters: Reader (last name Whittaker), reader’s mama, Bo (reader’s horse), Benedict Bridgerton, Daphne Basset neé Bridgerton , Eloise Bridgerton, Francesca Bridgerton, Gregory Bridgerton, Hyacinth Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton, Colin Bridgerton, Violet Bridgerton, Kate Bridgerton neé Sharma, Simon Basset, reader’s deceased papa (mentioned), Archibald (Bridgerton’s butler), Nigel (reader’s head servant), Maggie (reader’s maid), Lord Albert Ruttiledge (Rut-til-ledge), Lord Fauwix (Foe [like doe]-wick-sss)

Warnings: Fluff, angst, drama (I can’t help it), certain Bridgerton’s plus spouses are salty bitches, they care about you too much to let anything happen to you :), Benedict denies the truth about what he did, reader and Benedict are love blind idiots, Reader is a bit stubborn, cute nicknames (my dear, my muse, Ben, Benny)

Word Count: 11,573

Answers to WUTB

I'm a sucker for making my Bridgerton imagines dramatic [Lady Whistledown ain't got nothing on me XD jk, it's the other way around ;)]

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Another season, another ball, another Lady Whistledown paper sold. 

Only this time, you and your family seem to be the talk of the ton. 

Why? One would ask, it could have something to do with the fact that you had left years ago and only returned just recently, something many have different ideas on (naturally). 

You and your mama have returned to the home, town, and ton you love so much… at least, you did but that was a while ago. 

Times have changed, as have the people. 

-

After settling into your childhood home and preparing your room for the evening, you relax and enjoy your slumber before you begin your adventure. 

The first (and only) destination you have in mind is the most obvious (to your mama and staff) the Bridgerton home, or more specifically, Aubrey Hall. 

Before you begin with your adventure, you let your mama know that it’s alright if she takes the carriage for the day while you ride your most prized pet, your horse Bo. 

You’ve done your very best to take care of the beautiful creature seeing as he was the first thing your papa had given you when were just ten and three, with you now being twenty and three it seems as though time is passing by so fast, too fast for your comfort. 

Bo reminds you of your father every time you see him, and you wish for nothing to happen to him. 

It’s hard enough to not see and hear your papa around your home but, if anything happened to Bo… you wouldn’t be able to bare it. 

The servants in charge of taking care of the two other horses your family owns have stopped trying to persuade you into allowing them to do their job; it became a hassle to ask you after a while and they don’t want to cause anyone any trouble. 

“Are you sure you’re going to be okay with Bo, today? I can take-” But still they try, and it warms your semi-warm heart so. 

-

You place your hand on top of your mama’s, drawing her attention back onto you, “Mama, you know I love you but, please, stop talking such nonsense. I’ll be fine. Bo and I can go for a ride without anything happening. We’ll be fine. The Bridgerton’s aren’t that far from here. It’s a delightful sunny afternoon and you should enjoy yourself and rekindle your friendship with a few of the ladies in town.” 

Your mama knows how stubborn you can be seeing as you got it from your papa (and herself, although she would never admit it). “We both know the only ones willing to talk to us were and always will be the Bridgerton’s.” 

“Yes, yes and it will be fine. You take the carriage. It’s time for me and Bo to go out and stretch our legs. This is going to be a good morning for the both of us.” 

Your mama sighs, “fine, fine. Promise me one thing.” 

“Yes?” 

“You’ll be careful.” 

“Of course.” 

“I love you,” she lets out a tearful chuckle, reaching for your cheek. “My beautiful girl has grown into someone I am most proud to call my child.” 

You smile and roll your eyes, “mama!” 

“Alright, off you go. But be back before it gets dark! And if you decide to stay, send a letter!” 

“I don’t see the reason for you to raise your voice, I’m still nearby,” you say, barely exiting the hallway. 

“Oh. I thought you had run off, child.” 

“I am now. Bye mama!” You wave, taking off. 

“Have fun my dear.”

-

You gallop into the front of Aubrey Hall, hoping that you don’t have to search for the family you’ve been wanting to visit for the past four months. 

You had talked your parents about coming down for Anthony and Kate’s wedding but then yours and your mamas’ lives took a turn; a few weeks before the wedding, your papa died.

-

“Does no one else hear that?” Eloise lowers her book from her eyesight, glancing around the room, studying everyone’s expressions. 

“What?” Benedict looks up from his sketch book. 

“The horse. Outside. Can someone go to the window and see who it is?” 

“Why can’t you do it?” Francesca asks. 

“Because I have more interesting things to do,” replies Eloise. 

“I’ll see who it is,” Daphne pushes herself off the piano stool, walking towards the window. She stares for a moment, focusing on the familiar horse and his rider. 

As soon as you lower your hood, checking out the home, she runs out of the room, speeding down the halls, and out of the house before the others can ask a thing.

-

You turn around, ready to go to the nearest town when a door opens and heels clacking against the stairs outside alert you of a female’s presence. 

You jump down off Bo, as soon as your heels touch the ground, Daphne latches onto you. “Daph! Daph! Daphne! You need to let go! I must breathe!” You giggle, holding her by her forearms. 

“You truly cannot expect me to remain calm when my dearest friend has come to visit.” 

“I was hoping you would be slightly calmer than you are now,” you joke. 

The smile never falls from her face as she continues, “come in, come in. We can have tea until the ball- the ball! Are you going to the Cowper’s ball this evening?” 

“Well, I suppose I am now.” 

“Good. Now, follow me. I’ll see to it that one of the servants can take care of Bo and then we can-” 

“No!” 

Daphne jumps, not expecting you to shout. “Is something wrong?” 

“I would- I would,” you take a deep breath. ‘Breath.’ “I would feel more comfortable if I were the one to bring Bo to the stable’s or at least see him make his way there… if that’s alright.” 

“Of course, it is. Give me one moment, I’ll be right back.”

-

The few siblings in the room Daphne had disappeared from, find themselves looking out the window to see what’s caused their sister to run out of the house like a mad man. 

“Oh, she’s returned home?” Eloise comments. 

“Who is that?” Gregory asks. 

“Daphne’s friend and Benedict’s not so secret crush.” 

“Yeah- what? No, Eloise, that’s not funny,” Benedict says. 

“It’s cute, you think I’m joking. We’ve all seen the way you look at her, brother. “The same way I look at a muse” or however Anthony phrased it.” 

“When did you and Anthony talk? No, better question. Why did you and Anthony talk about me and Lady Whittaker?” 

“Oh, it wasn’t exactly about you two. We were merely talking about how you should be finding yourself a wife soon since he and Daphne are married. They don’t want you to die alone.” 

“Anthony didn’t say that.” 

“How would you know?” 

“While you two continue to fight, Gregory, Hyacinth, and I are going to join Daphne and her friend,” Francesca interrupts. 

The two don’t pay much attention to the three leaving the room. 

“Why were you two talking about us?” 

“Mama and Anthony got a letter from Lady Whittaker and of course, I walked by at the right time…” 

Benedict raises a brow. 

“Alright, I was in here reading, hiding from Gregory and Hyacinth before they walked in here and started talking about the letter. Then mama went on about how she always wished for you and Lady Whittaker to wed ever since you were children or something. The conversation started to get boring, so I left the room.” 

Benedict sighs, exiting the room. 

“Was it something I said?” Eloise shouts. She smirks, already knowing that something will happen between the two of you (with or without her assistance- to which she would deny ever helping, if she’s ever asked). 

“I thought you didn’t like meddling with people’s love lives?” Violet asks. 

“I don’t.” 

Violet’s smile drops from her face giving her daughter a pointed look. 

“It’s not meddling if I’m helping my dear brother.” 

“Mm-mmm.” 

“You were going to do the same thing as I did.” 

“Maybe, but I would have been more subtle.” 

“I can be subtle.” 

“No, my dearest, you cannot.”

-

“Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth, hello all,” you greet the three with a smile. 

The eldest girl out of the three runs towards you, hugging the life out of you. “I have missed you.” 

“And I you, little Frannie.” 

She groans, “I told you to stop calling me that.” 

“It’s a cute nickname.” 

“It’s embarrassing.” 

“I disagree.” 

“Me too,” Gregory and Hyacinth add. 

“I leave for a mere few seconds, and you’ve already found a new group of people to talk to,” Daphne teases. 

“Of course, I am the favorite around here. I am to share my social skills with you all. Who else would stick around long enough to talk to me?” 

“He would,” Eloise chimes in, pointing to Benedict. 

You look up and find… him, standing there, watching you with that same so-called innocent expression he always has whenever you’ve looked at him. You blink owlishly, unable to comprehend that he’s here, standing a distance away. This time it’s not a figment of your imagination. 

“I… we can…” 

You turn to focus on Daphne and really listen to what she has to say, this time. “I’m sorry?” 

“As I was saying, we can take Bo to the stable ourselves. There should be someone there since Anthony and his bride Kate, went riding before you arrived,” Daphne explains to you once more. 

You nod, unable to say anything at this time, the words seem to be lodged in your throat and you decide it’s best to say nothing; save yourself from any further embarrassment. 

“Follow me,” Daphne intertwines her arm with yours, leading you away from the chaos that is sure to happen soon. She wishes to be ahead of it while she can.

-

“Are you alright?” The eldest daughter asks you. 

“I’m,” you hesitate, unable to find the right word. “Fine.” 

“You don’t sound so sure.” 

You sigh, “I know.” 

“May I ask why you’ve returned home?” 

“It seems as though you already have. One part of me wishes to say it was time and the other part of me wants to reveal the truth to you.” 

“Is something wrong?” 

“My papa’s funeral is to be sometime this week.” 

She stiffens, unable to reply. 

“I know, it came as much of a shock to us as it does to you now. You don’t have to say anything, I understand. I do.” 

The two of you are quiet as you continue your journey towards the stables, until… 

“Don’t forget about us!” cries out Gregory, Hyacinth and Francesca close behind him. 

“I beat you! HA!” 

“Don’t be mean Gregory,” you say. 

“But I did. I was the first one here.” 

“Don’t whine,” Hyacinth chastises. 

“You are lucky you don’t have to live with them anymore,” you whisper to Daphne. You had forgotten how easily the youngest would begin an argument over the silliest or simplest things. 

“I am, aren’t I.” 

“Very.” 

“We are still here,” Eloise interrupts. 

“You weren’t with these three,” you point to the youngest siblings. 

“When they ran over, you somehow snuck away from,” you gulp. “Benedict and followed us.” 

“I… cannot deny what you know.” 

“Eloise Bridgerton has no rebuttal, I must say I am surprised,” Daphne teases. 

“Let’s not make a big deal out of this. Ah, look. Here we are,” Eloise extends her arm, dramatically showing the stable door. 

One of the few stable boys working, exits and takes Bo form you, promising to take care of him. 

You thank the kind employee before the siblings take you away, guiding you to their home.

-

“What if we play a game?” Hyacinth suggests. 

“A game?” asks Francesca. 

“I don’t know,” Daphne says, a bit apprehensive. 

“Why?” Hyacinth asks. 

“We are to get ready for the Cowper ball soon. Mama would not like to see us with grass stains on our clothes,” Daphne adds. 

“I suppose you are right but, what if we don’t play whatever game Hyacinth wants to play-” 

“Hey!” 

“And instead, we play a quick round of pall mall?” Eloise finishes. 

“When have you ever finished pall mall game before the day is over?” You ask. 

“When we played, we would still be on the round after dinner.” 

“Your mama wouldn’t send for you until the next day,” Daphne adds. “

Yes, only because she wanted to have lunch and go for our daily walk.” 

“The dreaded walk, you make it seem so boring. It was hardly as bad as you make it seem,” Daphne says. 

“Oh, like you were any better. I swear it was like our first-time sneaking,” you glance over your shoulder, observing the four little “ducklings” following you. “A bottle of juice into the library when we were younger.” 

“Yes, juice as if we don’t know what you actually mean,” Eloise adds with her normal level of sarcasm. “And look, pall mall is already set up. Let’s play.” 

“Did you all plan this in advance?” You ask. 

“I didn’t,” says Daphne. 

The three youngest siblings give you the same answer as their oldest sister. 

You wonder who requested to set up your favorite game.

-

“Are the newlywed couple going to join us?” You ask. 

“Look, who it is.” 

‘Guess that answers my question.’ “Anthony, so good to see you,” you bow, adding onto your inside joke with the eldest sibling. 

“None of that, we’ve known each other long enough to call each other family,” Anthony wraps an arm around your shoulders, giving you a side hug. 

You return the hug, gesturing to Kate when the two of you part. “And you must be the one who managed to capture this rake’s heart.” 

“I am not a rake.” 

“Not anymore.” 

Kate smirks, “why have you never told me about your friend? I quite like her.” 

“I take it you will be joining us?” You ask. 

“In pall mall?” Anthony clarifies. 

“Of course,” you answer him. 

“I would be honored, as long as we can talk,” Kate says. 

“About Anthony?” 

“Who else?” 

You two share a smile only the eldest Bridgerton would describe as “evil”. 

“Perhaps we should play with partners?” You suggest. 

Anthony and Daphne shake their heads. 

“Absolutely not,” the former objects. 

“For the first time in a long time, I agree with my brother.” 

“Is everyone out to get me today?” 

“Yes,” you and Kate answer him. 

“May I ask you something?” You turn to Kate. 

“Of course,” replies Kate. 

“Now that the rake is married, does he let you use the “death mallet”?” 

“Not usually, I have to get to it first.” 

“Of course.” 

“I take it, you tried to use it?” 

“I did, years ago. I was a child, and do you know what your husband did? He tripped me.” 

“You are joking.” 

“I most certainly am not.” 

“Anthony?” 

“Yes?” He turns, facing the two of you. 

“How could you trip an innocent girl?” 

Anthony’s eyes widen, “you told her?” 

“Of course, I told you her. Your wife has a right to know who she lays in bed with.” 

“Can we play pall mall now?” Eloise interrupts, sounding bored. 

“Is everyone here?” Daphne asks. 

“I think so- oh, Benedict! Benedict, do you want to join us?” Hyacinth runs up to the house, tugging on her brother’s arm. 

He briefly glances over at you, “I don’t think I should.” 

“He’s joining us,” Hyacinth skips back towards you all, tugging on Benedict’s arm, forcing him to come closer. 

“I really shouldn’t-” 

“You’re playing.” 

“Alright, now that everyone’s here, grab your mallet,” Daphne orders. 

“When did you get so bossy?” You and Benedict ask. You don’t look at him, but you can feel him staring. ‘Look away.’ 

“I’m not bossy,” Daphne defends herself. 

“That tone suggests otherwise, sister,” Anthony teases. 

The duchess rolls her eyes, “on three?” 

Everyone agrees. 

“One. Two. Three.” 

You all reach for a mallet. 

Eloise got yellow, Hyacinth got blue, Gregory got white, Francesca got green, Anthony and Kate fought for the “death mallet” (your new bestie won) leaving Anthony with pink (again hehe), Daphne got gray, Benedict got purple, and you got red. 

“Look, your mallets match,” Francesca points out. 

Everyone of Benedict’s siblings plus Kate and Simon are rooting for the two of you to get married and start a family. 

“How so?” You ask, but you already know the answer. 

“Benedict’s mallet matches your dress and yours match his vest,” Eloise clarifies. 

“It’s merely a coincidence,” you walk away from the group, Kate and Daphne follow. 

The former gives the eldest Bridgerton daughter a “what am I missing?” look. 

“Who’s going first?” Kate asks, deciding not to put any pressure on you. 

“I will.” 

“No, me.” 

“Why not me?” The young trio begin to bicker. 

“Eloise will go first, then Gregory, Hyacinth, and myself; followed by Kate, Francesca, and Anthony, leaving our dear friend and brother to finish,” Daphne offers. 

The bickering ends. 

“That works,” Eloise lines up her mallet with the ball, successfully hitting it through the first iron hoop. “I’d like to see anyone else make this shot.” 

Daphne, Francesca, Kate, and Anthony make it through the first hoop, now it’s your turn. 

“She’s not going to make it,” Eloise whispers, attempting to throw you off your game. 

“We do not cheat,” Daphne scolds her sister. 

Eloise scoffs, “I am not cheating. I am merely making an observation.” 

“That is what you call an observation? Whispering while she prepares to take her shot?” 

“Yes, is there a problem with that?” 

“No, no.” 

You straighten your posture, hip jutted out, “are you two done?” 

“Of course,” Daphne and Eloise smile. 

You squint your eyes at the two, ‘troublesome duo,’ you think. You adjust your stance, pulling the mallet back and swing. 

The ball rolls through the first iron hoop without any issues. 

“My turn,” Benedict whispers, making you realize how close the two of you are. 

Your head snaps up, looking into his eyes, his beautiful… rich… enticing… blue eyes. 

His hand slowly inches closer to you, “I need-” 

You step away, walking over to the side, observing the few who passed the first hoop begin playing on the next hoop.

-

Kate leans closer to Daphne, “am I missing something?” 

“Yes.” 

“Mind explaining?” 

“It’s not my place to say.” 

“I may have just met her, but I can already tell how much you all care for her. I wish to know more about the one who has captured the hearts of the infamous Bridgerton family. I also believe she has more to tell me about my dear husband.” 

“You only wish to find out more about Anthony, have you no shame?” Daphne says with a teasing smile. 

“I want to get to know her and if she happens to tell me things about Anthony then I shall listen. Were her and Benedict-” 

“No.” 

“Really?” 

“They both have feelings for one another but were never able to confess…” 

“Did something happen?” 

“I’m not sure.” 

“What do you know?” 

“She and Benedict were fine and then they weren’t.” 

“You don’t know what happened?” 

“Neither would talk about it.” 

“Hmm.” 

“I don’t like that look.” 

“What look?” Kate feigns innocence. 

“Please, don’t do try to help them. I tried and it didn’t end well.” 

“That’s where we differ.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“I’ve looked out for Edwina in the past and she managed to find herself- find who she’s meant to be. Maybe I can help them realize what’s right in front of them.” 

“Do you need a partner?” 

“Now, you want to help?” 

“All I want is for my brother and friend to be happy.” 

“Then we’re in agreement.” 

“It seems we are.”

-

“I’m winning,” Eloise gloats. 

“Not for long,” Francesca tells her. 

“This isn’t fair.” 

“What? The fact that everyone is slowly catching up to you,” you point out. 

She scoffs, “no.” 

“Yes,” you, Gregory, Francesca, Hyacinth, and Anthony reply. 

“There’s no need to add on.” “But it’s more fun to tease you,” you smile at Eloise.

-

“Shall we use our turns to take out two specific players?” Kate asks her sister-in-law. 

“That sounds like a good idea.” 

“I know, that’s why I thought about it.” 

“Now, you’re being cocky.”

-

“It looks as though we’ve slowly begun to break off into pairs,” he whispers in your ear. 

You brush him off, not in the mood to talk to him. “I’d say it was on purpose.” 

“You do speak. Here I was beginning to think maybe you didn’t want to talk to me, but that’s not true, right?” 

“I have hardly anything to say to you.” 

“Why don’t you tell me what’s on your mind?” 

“I no longer wish to speak with you.” 

Kate and Daphne briskly walk towards the two of you. “I’m sorry! It appears you both will have to search through the bushes and play from there,” Daphne informs you. 

Kate nods with pursed lips. 

You shake your head while turning around, “of course, we do.” 

“I’ll just-” Benedict cuts himself off before walking in the same direction as you.

-

You can’t stand to be here any longer as you rush to find your ball before you lose more sunlight and have less time to prepare for the ball. 

“I don’t think you’re going to find your ball there.” 

“Where do you think I’m going to find it then, Ben?” You squeeze your eyes shut at the use of his old nickname. 

“I feel as though I’ve done something wrong.” 

You spin around, angrily pointing your finger at him, “you feel as though you’ve done something wrong?” 

“I still don’t quite understand why you’re using that tone.” 

You close your eyes, raising your hands up, admitting defeat. “I can’t do this right now.” 

“Do what? You’ve barely said a word to me since you’ve arrived, and you act as if I am the very vermin that runs around certain streets. Please,” he reaches for you, cradling your hand in his. “Explain to me how I can fix this- fix us. We used to be so close, I always thought…” 

You gulp, “thought what, Benedict?” 

“Nothing,” he shakes his head. “Never mind.” 

Your vision blurs as tears pool in your waterline, threatening to fall. You sniff, his head snaps up, his expression falls; unable to see you in such a depressive state, he brings his hand up to wipe away your tears but, you pull away. 

You pace in front of him, arms wrapped around your waist to protect yourself. “I truly can’t believe you could be so- so- so,” you grit your teeth, attempting to figure out the right word to use but find that this works too. “Idiotic. How could you be so idiotic Benedict?!” 

“Me!?” 

“Yes, you. I don’t see another Benedict running around, running amuck in my life.” 

“Running- how could I be running when I have no idea as to what you’re talking about?! Please, tell me.” 

“You honestly don’t remember how you humiliated me in front of your family?” 

“I humiliated you?” He asks with a softer tone. 

“Yes.” 

“What happened?” 

“You broke my trust and eliminated whatever bond we used to have.” 

“I would have never done that,” he argues. 

“I’m sure you didn’t, seeing as you were never that kind of person, but you did, and it almost ruined a business deal for my papa.” 

“Is this about-” 

“Yes! Yes! It’s about the fact that you purposefully ruined a potential future engagement for me. It appears you do remember after all.” 

Benedict’s eyes rise in surprise, and he had the audacity to laugh… in your face. Now, he wasn’t laughing at you, not even close; he found the whole situation very amusing. 

“I’m glad to see that you still find this funny,” you stomp away, tripping over something hard, it could have been a rock or an old, rotted tree branch that fell on the ground; you didn’t know. You were lucky to catch yourself on the nearest tree. You hiss as you push yourself up and away from the tree. 

Benedict takes your hand in his, checking over you before you could do so yourself (how he got to you so fast, you’ll never know). 

“Are you alright?” His eyes are on you; you can feel it. 

A blush creeps upon your cheeks before you know it and perhaps, out of embarrassment, you attempt to snatch your hand away from him. And, of course, you’re unsuccessful. 

“Stop wiggling.” 

“I am not wiggling,” you argue. 

“Well, you’re not helping yourself right now.” 

“Rude.” You stare up at him with a pout. 

The corner of his mouth tugs upward, “I don’t know if I’ve said this before but, I will now and I must admit that I’ve missed this.” 

“Missed what?” You hiss, your arm jerks. 

“Shh, I’m sorry, that was on me.” 

“All of this is on you,” you mutter under your breath. 

“What did you say?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Still can’t seem to avoid trouble?” 

You scoff, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” 

“Clearly.” 

You huff, rolling your eyes, “can you let go and hit your ball so we can get out of here?” 

“Where’s the fun in that?” 

“I am tired of your games and the way you brush off certain subjects. If you are here to joke and point fingers, please, at least have the decency to find someone else because I. Am. Done.” You manage to escape his grasp and hit your ball, watching it roll, creating a path in the dirt. 

“Are you two done? You must make haste!” Eloise shouts. 

“Wait- wait,” his hand clamps around your wrist. “Don’t leave.” 

“We have played long enough and are losing sunlight as we speak. If we do not hurry back to the others, we will make everyone late for the Cowper’s ball.” 

“Since when did you care about going to such events? You never were the kind of girl to do so before.” 

“I was a naive girl who thought she had found a good friend and lost a potential-” 

“Future suitor, yes, I know. But I don’t understand why it’s such a big deal now.” 

“I have lost my papa recently and sooner or later the ton- or whoever else is going to come knocking on our door and kick us out because we don’t have the sufficient funds, we need in order to survive.” 

“Oh.” 

“Yes, oh. I am going to be a part of this season and I would like to be on time so, I may discuss such things with my mama.” 

“Season?” He whispers to himself. 

You’re too far away to hear his heart break, like the way yours had that night.

-

“Finally,” Eloise fakes a sigh of relief and worry. 

“As charming as ever Ellie,” you smile. 

She loses whatever happiness was on her face, “I told you not to call me that.” 

“You have but, I enjoy the nickname and I happen to think it’s cute, as I’m sure your family does.” 

“Good for them, I don’t. I like my name, please use it.” 

You exaggerate your sigh for dramatic effect, “okay, I won’t call you by your nickname if you don’t want me to.” 

“Thank you.” 

“Children,” Violet calls out. 

“It’s time to get ready.” 

“Coming, mama,” said a few of the Bridgerton’s. 

“Yes, mama,” the others reply. 

Daphne and Kate interlock their arms with yours, “you can get ready with us.” 

“Oh. Okay, I wasn’t expecting this.” 

“We ladies must stick together, don’t we? I mean you are practically family,” Kate says. 

“I suppose so?” 

“I have a hunch you’ll become a member of the family before the end of the season.” 

“What do you mean?” 

She and Daphne smile. 

“You’ll see,” Daphne adds.

-

“Are we all ready?” Violet asks, glancing over everyone, making sure everyone looks proper. Some nod, others answer her with a yes. She turns to you, “you can ride with-” 

“Us!” Benedict interrupts his mother. 

“She couldn’t ride with all you boys.” 

“Why not?” 

“I can switch with Colin,” chimes in Eloise. 

“Why me?” Asks Colin. 

“She clearly needs someone she can talk to about,” she pauses to think of a good enough excuse to make him quiet. “How hard it is being a woman in this world- cruel world.” Her plan worked well in her favor. 

“Lady Whittaker and Benedict can ride with us, if they prefer of course,” Kate suggests, slightly elbowing Anthony’s ribs to get him to agree. 

“Yes, let’s do that.” Anthony gives his wife a curious side eye glance and she smiles. 

“Of course, how could I forget you two would be traveling there on your own,” Violet mutters to herself. “Alright then, you four will ride together,” she points to Anthony, Kate, Benedict, and you. “The youngest and I will be together while Daphne and Eloise ride with Colin.” 

“Why do I have to be with Colin?” Eloise whines. 

“Come along Eloise before Daphne decides to leave you here,” Colin teases her.

-

The lot of you finally arrive to the Cowper estate. Your “group” was the last one to arrive with Violet and the youngest being the first then Daphne and her siblings. 

Your eyes wander around the room, taking in the decorations and musicians. Although a part of you doesn’t want to admit it, you slightly missed coming to these events but, you didn’t enjoy being asked to dance by pompous, arrogant men (very few did). And yet, being here brings back something you’ve been missing. 

You notice that Eloise has disappeared after finding her dear friend Penelope Featherington. 

“It seems as though we are alone now,” Benedict comments, hands behind his back as he observes the few lords asking ladies for a dance, signing their dance cards first, of course. 

“Not so alone, people are dancing and enjoying themselves.” 

“Aren’t we in a fun mood?” 

“No, just trying to pass the time until I can get away from you.” 

“You wound me,” he places a hand over his heart, feigning hurt. 

“I’m only returning the emotional pain you’ve done to me.” 

“I didn’t do it on purpose, and you know it,” he says with a serious tone, no longer in a joking mood. 

“How could I?” 

“Please don’t focus on something that happened in the past. We’re different people than we were then.” 

“I think it shows who you really are.” 

“You don’t mean that,” his brows draw closer together in hurt. 

“Who knows? I mean we’re different people than we were then, right?” You walk away from him unable to stay near him any longer. 

Being around him is not good for your health, perhaps a dance or a drink will help… you choose the later.

-

You find Daphne standing beside one of the few tables containing food and drinks. 

After grabbing the glass of champagne, you immediately throw your head back, swallowing the liquid in one gulp. 

“It seems as though we are enjoying ourselves tonight,” Daphne comments. She took notice of the brief interaction with her brother and understands- or at least, has some idea on how hard it is for the two of you to talk. 

“Yes, enjoying ourselves very much so. Do you think there is a number as to how many glasses you may have before you are kicked out?” 

“I don’t know, and I feel like I am going to have to stop you now. I would hate to see you thrown out; you’re wearing such a pretty dress.” 

“I’m sure all the lords will want to dance then?” 

“Did you and my brother have another conversation?” She asks, knowing full well the two of you did and knows she should stop you before you have too much to drink while you feel upset. 

“Is it obvious?” You hope no one asks about your attitude towards her brother. 

“To me, yes. To everyone else here, I’m not so sure.” 

“At least I can remain unseen by few.” 

“Do you plan on dancing with anyone?” 

“I didn’t come here for dancing.” 

“You can’t attend a ball and not dance.” 

“There is no rule that says so and I wish to be my own woman.” 

“You’re starting to sound like Eloise.” 

“Perhaps she has the right idea about becoming a spinster.” 

“What are you two ladies talking about?” Anthony asks, reaching for two glasses, handing one to his wife. 

“Nothing,” you quickly respond. 

“Seems as though we arrived just in time,” Kate smirks. “Anthony?” 

The man in question turns. 

“Would you be so kind as to dance with our friend?” 

He stutters for an answer. 

“There’s really no need,” you tell him. 

“You should dance at least once,” Daphne points out. 

“I wouldn’t want to give Lady Whistledown any ammunition for her next paper.” 

“You wouldn’t,” answers Kate. 

“The two of you don’t know that. We also wouldn’t want there to be such a fake scandal being brought to light do we?” 

“There would be no scandal. The guests here can clearly see us talking and will see me give you an encouraging nod,” explains Kate. 

You take a deep inhale before sighing, “fine. Let’s go.” 

Anthony looks slightly uncomfortable. 

But, when you think about it, he’s never looked normal or happy to be at these events so, his facial expression is normal. 

“One dance,” you add. 

“One dance,” the three confirm.  

-

Another song begins to play. “After this you may return to your wife,” you say. 

“What if I’m having a good time, dancing with you,” he teases, feeling a little better. It’s not as strange to dance with you, he remembers when you and his sisters would bug him and Benedict to help you with your dancing skills. 

“I’m not,” you say with a deadpan expression. 

“That’s not something your dance partner wants to hear.” 

“Words hurt, don’t they?”

-

“Benedict, so nice of you to join us,” says Daphne, sipping her drink. 

“Tired from your many dances with the eligible young ladies?” Kate asks. 

He huffs, “something like that?” 

“Or is it that the one person you truly wish to dance with is-” 

“Unavailable?” Kate finishes for her. 

“I was thinking more along the lines of the person who continues to push him away,” says Daphne. 

Benedict hums, a light bulb went off in his head. He thins his lips, the corners tugging upwards into a smile as he stares into the glass filled with a now unappetizing liquid. “You two should try to be more discrete with your gossip.” 

“We don’t gossip,” Daphne defends both her and Kate. 

“Lying is not a good look on you sister,” he throws his head back and downs the champagne, in a very similar manner to your previous actions.

-

“You need to stop being so harsh to my brother.” 

“Which one?” You’re desperate to end this conversation. 

“Don’t play games.” 

“I am doing anything but.” 

“He didn’t tell us what he did because he thought it would be funny. He did it because-”

-

“It looks as though he is going to dance with her,” Daphne observes. 

“I hope so,” Kate adds.

-

“Mind if I cut in?” Asks Benedict. 

“She’s all yours, brother.” 

“Hello, my dear,” he greets you. 

The faint scent of champagne is on his breath, oddly enough, you slightly enjoy it… this could be because you’ve also had a glass (or two). “Benedict.” 

“Are you still upset with me?” 

You scoff, rolling your eyes to make sure you get your point across, “how could I not be?” 

The song ends. 

You bow, “thank you for the dance but I think it is time that I take my leave.” 

“Wait-” 

Another song begins, and you use the crowd to your advantage. 

After the dancer’s spin around a couple times, Benedict finds himself standing roughly in the same spot he had last seen you. He tries to search for you, but it was hard and the few doors he could enter were very limited. 

There wasn’t much else he could do besides wallow in self-pity and temporarily drown himself in alcohol.

-

You wouldn’t see the family for a few days, taking the time necessary to calm yourself and help your mother prepare things for the funeral and your future (your mama has yet to come to terms with you marrying someone you don’t love). 

“Please don’t ask,” you plead with your mama. 

“I wasn’t,” she denies. 

“You were, and no, I am not currently being courted nor will there be anyone coming to do so anytime soon.” 

“I wouldn’t be so sure.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“That Benedict boy-” 

“No! No. Absolutely not.” 

“Sweetheart, he cares for you, and you know it.” 

“He only cares about himself,” you hiss. 

“If you cannot see what is and has been in front of you this whole time, I’m afraid you may never see it. What makes you so scared about love?” 

“Nothing.” 

“Now, I know that’s a lie. You have always been transparent when it comes to the topic of these matters but…” 

“But nothing. I don’t like him, and he most certainly does not like me.” 

Your mama sighs, “fine. Are you going to visit them today?” 

“I’m debating on if I should or not.” 

‘This may be the last time she sees them before her marriage.’ “I think you should. It would be good for you.” 

“How would it be good for me?” 

“You would be visiting friends, getting out of this stuffy old house. It could be the last time you see them,” she adds. It appears she’s finally accepted your fate. 

You nod, understanding her hidden meaning.  

-

You arrive to find, what you believe is an empty house. 

“The others are outside,” Archibald informs you. 

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, “oh! Archie, it’s so good to see you. How have you been?” 

His expression doesn’t change, he continues to give you a bored look. “They are outside.” 

“Don’t you think I wish to speak with you. I miss our talks.” 

“By the looks of your dress, you seem to be in a rush to find them. I don’t want to keep you from having a good time.” 

You offer him a genuine smile, “you were always so sweet. I wish to speak with you soon!” You run down the hallway, aiming for the back doors of the home.

-

“Isn’t this a surprise,” says Kate as she walks closer to you. 

“Hello,” you rush to say before you take a deep breath so you can catch your breath. 

“In a rush, were we?” 

“I have no reply.” 

“I take it that’s the first time this has happened?” 

“Perhaps, you’ll never know.” 

"The others and I are playing another game of pall mall; would you care to join us?” 

“Another time.” 

“Alright, Daphne’s the only one not playing today. You can sit with her.” 

“Really? She doesn’t want to try and beat her streak?” 

“I suppose not.”

-

“Look who I found,” Kate taps Daphne’s shoulder. 

She turns, “isn’t this a surprise. We weren’t expecting to see you here.” 

You avert your gaze, “I know, I know.” 

“We’re just happy you’re here. You can sit with me while we watch the others.” 

“Okay, where is your mama?” 

“I recall her saying she was going to see your mama.” 

“I see,” you sit in the empty chair on the other side of the table from where Daphne sits. “You didn’t want to beat or add onto your winning streak?” 

“I thought it be best to give the others a chance to catch up.” 

“How kind of you.” 

Neither of you say anything further; you both enjoy the sounds of the children (none of them are acting their age so, they’re all children to you) as you sip the cup full of freshly poured tea. 

You observe the game, watching as Eloise and Collin would brag if their ball made it through the hoop, your eyes shift onto another player. 

"I see the way you look at my brother," Daphne lifts her cup, sipping her tea. 

You look away from... "I don't know what you mean. You must be mistaken." 

"I am anything but." 

"Well, then, you must get your eyes checked. I was curious to see who was winning. Nothing else." 

"If that's what you wish to believe." 

"I don't believe anything; I want to see who is winning so I may prepare my celebratory speech for young Eloise!" You shout the last part, catching the player’s attention. 

"I thank you for the support, but it is unnecessary at the moment," Eloise says. 

“You’ll be grateful for it when you win.” 

“Keep cheering me on them.” You smirk, shaking your head at the overly cocky girl. 

“What?” 

“Nothing, nothing,” Daphne says. 

“I mean it’s only…” 

“I don’t want to speak about this anymore.” 

“Alright. I promise I won’t bring it up again.” (That promise didn’t last long). “I only mean to say that you and Benedict have had eyes for each other a long time now and I wish to see you two happy.” 

“Daphne…” 

“I know, I know but, surely you realize the feelings there.” 

“And what if I don’t?” 

“I only wish for you two to be happy.” 

“And I sincerely appreciate that but,” you sigh, returning your gaze to the- game. “Sometimes things just aren’t meant to be.” 

“What do you mean? Why does it sound like you’re saying goodbye?” Daphne places her cup onto the table. 

“I suppose I am.” 

“Are you leaving?” 

“Soon. I am to marry this season.” 

“I didn’t- I didn’t realize you were also joining the season.” 

“I didn’t plan on doing so for a while but, things change, and you understand that you have to do what is necessary in order for you and your family to survive in this world. It was planned, there is nothing I can do to change it.” 

“If there is anything I can help you with, please tell me.” She reaches for you. 

You beat her and grab her hand, pushing her hand onto her lap, squeezing her hand in reassurance, “I am fine.” 

“I will help you no matter what, you mean too much to me and my family.” 

A smile stretches across your lips and the warm feeling of (temporary) happiness tugs at your heart. “I know and I feel the same for you and your family.” 

“Even the stupid ones?” 

You laugh, knowing exactly who she’s talking about. “Yes, even them.” 

-

Benedict turns around and sees you glowing, looking radiant as ever. 

But there’s something about the way you two look that makes him feel as though his life is about to change for better or for worse and fate has yet to decide. 

He would later find out, he was right, and a little wrong.

-

Benedict turns, looking back over his shoulder like the other faceless guests do. 

He watches as the bride walks by; her face covered by a thick veil. He can’t tell who it is. He stands and sits when he’s supposed to. 

“I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride,” says the priest. 

The unknown groom, lifts her veil and sets it down, letting it fall onto her shoulders. 

He can see her face; his smile falls once he realizes that it’s you. 

He stands up, trying to reach for you but, he can’t, he’s stuck. 

The faceless and nameless man moves closer to you, leaning down to finish the process and make you, his bride.

-

Benedict wakes, scared out of his mind that he was going to lose you. 

He sits in his bed, thinking back to before when things were good between you two. He can’t be in his room anymore, perhaps a cigarette, a walk, or something else would help. 

He puts on the shirt he tossed off to the side before he got ready for bed. 

He ventures down the hallway, down the stairs, and eventually made his way to the swing set, he and Eloise use for their chats. He sighs, thinking back to the dream. 

The thought of you getting married to someone else- seeing you with another is not ideal. He can’t come to terms with it, he didn’t before, and it seems his feelings about the matter will never change.

-

Getting out of his head, he sees you sitting on one of the swings. 

He sighs, staring at you in all your glory, taking a mental picture so that he can draw this beautiful moment as soon as he finds a sketchbook. 

The way the moonlight illuminates around you, your hand placement is perfect, not to mention the fact that you’re in your nightgown (not that he’s thought about you in a nightgown or had dreams about you… wearing such an outfit… only for him). 

For as long as he shall live, he will never forget the way you look tonight- or any other day. He takes careful steps, to not frighten you but, still does so. 

You jump, placing a hand over your heart, “Benedict. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.” 

“I couldn’t sleep.” 

“I assumed so.” 

“Why are you out here?” 

“Thinking.” 

“About?” 

“I don’t believe it would be wise to tell you.” 

“What makes you say that?” 

“Who knows who you would tell.” 

“I didn’t ruin your chance to be with- whoever he was for us to have a broken friendship.” 

You’re still hurt by the things he said and don’t hear his minor confession. 

He doesn’t realize he’s done the same either. 

“You ruined my chance to help out my family.” 

“I didn’t.” 

“You did.” 

“So, what if I did? Is it so bad to say that I didn’t want to lose you, that I didn’t want to see my- my best friend married off to some rake?” 

“He wasn’t a rake,” you argue. 

“He certainly couldn’t keep his hands to himself.” 

“I am a young woman, born into a world where a woman is to marry in order to survive. If a woman is not married by a certain age, then they are named a spinster and are seen as unfit to marry. You do not know and will possibly never understand-” 

“I stand by my actions, and I will not take back what I said.” 

“So, you admit that you did do something.” 

He says nothing. 

“Exactly and-” 

“Marry me.” 

You turn, eyes widen in surprise and shock, “what did you say?” 

“What if,” he gulps. “What if you marry me? You know I would take care of you. I would love and support you no matter what, even if it isn’t up to society standards. I would- I would,” he pushes himself off the swing, to kneel before you, holding onto your hands. 

Your breath ever so lightly quickens, your heart is about to drop down to your stomach; all you can do is blink owlishly at what, you can only assume a pity proposal and not a confession. ‘If only he meant it.’ “Benedict,” your voice barely above a whisper. 

He continues to ramble on about how well of a husband he could be. 

“Benedict… Benedict… Benny?” You reach for him, cupping his cheek, bringing his attention onto you. “I am sorry, but I cannot accept your proposal.” 

His face falls, he looks so sad, and it does hurt you but, you can’t do this to yourself. “Why? You know I would be a good husband.” Your vision slowly becomes cloudy, tears pool in your waterline; you do your hardest to not let them fall as your lips tug upwards into a sad smile. “I know you would, and I have no doubt that you would but, we cannot marry.” 

“I ask again, why?” 

“I am already to be courting another before the end of the season, perhaps even before tomorrow evening.” 

“When did this happen?” He whispers. 

“Before I returned to visit you and your family earlier today, my mama informed me of the promise my papa made before he passed. I am to marry Lord Ruttiledge by the end of this season. I’m sorry.” You lean closer to him, pecking his cheek before removing his hands from you. 

You force yourself off the swing as fast as you can before you break down and cry. It takes everything in you not to cry too loudly; you wipe your cheeks and run back to the Bridgerton home.

-

You close the door lightly so you don’t wake anyone else, leaning your back against the door with your hand over your mouth to hide any sounds that may escape you. 

There was hardly any way for you to stay in the house any longer. 

You quickly change into the dress you wore a few hours ago along with your hooded cape, careful not to forget your shoes. 

You made your way to the stables, luckily it was still dark out and none of the servants were around. Sneaking Bo into his rightful spot and sneaking into your family home was easy. 

The hard part was calming yourself down and trying to get some sleep. 

After tucking yourself into bed, you close your eyes and wait for sleep to come. 

It doesn’t for some time, all you can think of is the conversation you had with your mama earlier.

-

“You know your father was a good man, right?” 

“Yes, why are we speaking of him?” You ask, not wanting to see her cry. 

“He made a promise before his passing and- oh dear, I don’t know how to tell you.” She doesn’t want to tell you because she knows who your heart truly belongs to. 

“Tell me what?” 

“He- he- do you remember Lord Ruttiledge?” 

“Papa’s business friend?” 

“Yes! Yes, he would often come over when you were a child.” 

“Him and papa would drink and go into papa’s study to discuss some things, I don’t know what since they always told me to go play with my friends. It was a little rude if you ask me but, I wasn’t going to question papa.” 

“I remember, defiant little thing you were,” your mama smiles. 

“During one of Lord Ruttiledge’s visits he and your father made a promise to one another. If you and his son weren’t married by the time you both were twenty and four, you would marry him.” 

“What about when I was younger?” 

“That was the time before you entered your first season.” 

“Papa wasn’t trying to marry me off then?” 

“Oh heavens no. He wanted his one and only child to stay young and unmarried for as long as he could, that was the reason why he made the promise. We both hoped you were going to be married by now.” 

“Why did papa tell me he was talking to lord Fauwix due to business reasons?” 

“He thought you were talking about the Ruttiledge family. He had just finished discussing with young Albert’s father.” 

“Oh.” 

She reaches for your hand. “Please know that I don’t want this to happen but I’m afraid it’s out of my hands. The Ruttiledge’s have been planning on this marriage for a long time now. I have already tried all that I can to help.” 

You sniff, realizing that being so rude to Benedict all this time was pointless. “I know. I don’t blame you- either of you.”

-

You wipe your cheeks. The life you’ve dreamed of having… is gone.

-

Eloise manages to sneak up on her brother who slouches in his chair in his art room, “Benedict, how long were you out there for? And, why do you have stains on your clothes?” 

She wanted to go outside and sit on the swings but when she saw her brother and you talking, she didn’t want to disturb either of you. She returns to her room, until it was time to wake up. 

Benedict says nothing. 

“Benedict?” 

He looks up at her, tears trickle down his cheek. 

She’s shocked, she’s hardly ever seen him cry. “What’s-” 

“She is marrying another.” 

“Oh…” She doesn’t have to ask who. “When did you find out?” 

“Last night… I proposed.” 

Her eyes widen, surprised that he would do such a serious thing so soon (even though he’s been in love with you for years). He sits up, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs, the heels of his palms cover his eyes. “I didn’t plan on proposing, I said it before I realized what I said, but that doesn’t mean I didn’t mean it, because I do. I- I tried to confess to her.” 

“You did?” 

He runs a hand through his hair before resting his chin in his hand, “I did but, she told declined the proposal and informed me of the potential suitor she is to have before the end of the season. She walked away before I could say anything else.” 

“What would you have said?” 

“I-” 

“Did you think that telling her she’s better suited for you was going to change anything?” 

“I don’t-” 

“Do you think that it was hard for her to say no to you?” 

“It didn’t seem like it,” he mumbles. 

“I planned on going to our secret place so we could talk but when I saw you two, I went back to bed, and do you know what I heard?” 

He glances over at his sister before staring at the wall once more. 

“I heard a young woman in love, with you of all people-” 

Benedict frowns at that even though he knows his sister is joking. 

“Crying her heart out because she cannot be with who she loves.” 

“You all say she cares for me but, I don’t believe it to be true.” 

“Maybe if you looked harder, you would see it.”

-

“We’re going to be having dinner with Albert Ruttiledge this evening,” your mother informs you. 

Maggie finishes up with your hair. 

“I’ll be sure, I’m ready by then.” 

“Are you going to visit the Bridgerton’s today?” 

“No.” 

“Are you going out today?” 

“No.” 

“Has something happened?” 

“No.” 

“Are you upset with me?” 

“No, mama. I… I didn’t sleep well. That’s all.” 

“Are sure? I’m sure we can-” 

“No, we’re having a dinner with the Ruttiledge’s this evening. I’ll be fine.” You turn, placing a hand on Maggie’s wrist, “thank you, Maggie.” 

“Of course, my lady,” she bows and takes her leave. 

“I’ll be going out today. Will you be alright here? By yourself?” 

“I will, have fun,” you peck your mother’s cheek before exiting your room, preferring to hide out in the library. 

You didn’t know it but, your mama went to visit the Bridgerton home and discuss a few things with Violet.

-

“Hello, Lord Ruttiledge,” you greet your soon-to-be fiancé. 

“Lady Whittacker.” 

“We should all sit down now, I suppose?” Your mother chimes in. 

“Yes, of course.” He sits in the chair besides yours. 

You and your mama share a “isn’t he charming” look. 

Before you can sit down or anyone could say anything else, there’s a knock on the door. 

“Who could that be?” You ask out loud. 

Your mother places her hands on the arm of the chair, prepared to stand up but stops when the sound of multiple footsteps and chatter echoes in the hallway soon entering the dining room. 

It seems as though everyone besides your mama is shocked by the group of guests. “Bridgerton’s! Bassets! Hello, hello. Come in, come in.” 

Your mama turns towards the head servant, Nigel. “I’m already on it, Miss.” 

“You are a saint, my dear.” 

“I wasn’t expecting more guests,” Lord Ruttiledge mutters. 

“Neither did I,” you add. 

Daphne and Kate make their way towards you. 

“We missed you yesterday morning for breakfast. Is everything alright?” Daphne asks. 

“Of course,” you answer. 

“And who is this?” Asks Kate, gesturing to the now uncomfortable man, who is still sitting. 

“A friend,” you answer stiffly.  

“A friend?” She repeats. 

“Yes.” 

“You must be good friends, if you’re here on your own.” 

“Please stop,” you mumble. 

“I’m only talking to him. I want to get to know him.” 

“Kate.” 

“Okay, I understand.” 

“Everyone, please sit,” your mama announces. 

“I’ve got it,” Benedict pulls out the chair from your grasp. He pushes it in once you sit down. “Thank you,” you whisper once he sits down. 

“At least some of us have manners.” 

“Benedict,” you sternly say. 

“I know. I know.” 

“How are well this evening?” Violet asks, attempting to make things slightly less awkward. 

Few answered with good, others with a longer reply. 

The youngest trio broke into a conversation of their own. 

The eldest brother and eldest sister along with their spouses kept an eye on the three of you, clearly waiting for something to happen. 

Eloise would chime with her commentary whenever one of her siblings would say something that catches her interest. 

A few moments later, dinner was served and hardly anyone spoke a word, but when they finished their meals that’s when things took a turn. 

“Are you going to discuss your interest in courting Lady Whittaker tonight?” Asks Kate. 

Daphne and her sister-in-law gave the lord their full attention. 

You close your eyes, deeply exhaling. ‘Why?’ “Must we do this now, ladies?” You ask, clenching your jaw so you don’t start an argument with your friends. 

“I want to know what the rake’s intentions are,” Kate answers. 

Lord Ruttiledge chokes on the drink, using the napkin to cover his mouth as he coughs. He clears his throat, “what?” 

She looks at him, “did you think none of us knew?” 

“Knew what?” 

“Of your secret lover.” 

“Don’t forget secret child,” Anthony adds. 

“I think you mean children,” Kate informs her husband. 

“I don’t- I don’t know what you two are talking about.” 

The two glance at one another and hum, returning their focus back onto him. 

“We think you do,” answers Simon, “innocently” sipping his wine.

-

“Is this why you invited us over?” Violet asks her friend. 

“Heavens no. I did not know this is what was going to happen. Although I can’t say I’m upset.” 

“You’re not?” 

“No, I want her to marry who she wants, marry for love. I think after this we’re going to be closer than ever.” 

Violet chuckles, she has the same feeling. “Should we stop them? Your daughter doesn’t seem to be very happy with her friends.” 

“It’ll pass, let them get it all out now.” 

“How many sips have you had?” 

“I think you mean cups.” 

“Oh.”  

-

“You see,” Kate begins. “He has at least three children, two girls and a boy with another on the way. Isn’t that right, my lord?” 

“His eldest is ten and one, the second child is seven, the third is said to be three, and his beloved has been with child since the middle of winter,” Anthony adds, raising his brows at you as he reaches for his cup. 

“How did you find out?” 

“We didn’t know for sure but now, you’ve confirmed it all,” Kate smirks. 

“You can take your leave at any time this evening,” Daphne tells him. 

Simon nods, agreeing with his wife. 

“You four are the rudest people I have ever known,” you hiss. “I thank you for “looking out” for me but this,” you point in a circular motion. “Is completely inappropriate. And you,” you turn to the lord. “Can leave. None of us will tell anyone about what has happened. I apologize if you felt as though you had to come here, you certainly didn’t. Our fathers made a joking promise years ago but, then they wanted it to be true and here we are. You may leave. I’ll walk you out.” 

The both of you get up, out of your chairs and head for the door. 

-

You grab his forearm. 

He turns around. 

“Find the mother of your children and marry. Do not wait any longer. It’s clear the two of you care deeply for each other. The children should be with their father more. You won’t regret doing so, I know it.” 

He lets out a sigh of relief and lunges at you, hugging you. “Thank you.” 

“You have no reason to thank me.” 

“I am sorry for putting you through this.” 

You offer a small smile, “go to your family.” 

“This means more to me than you know.” 

“Which is why you must go now,” you laugh, pushing him out the door. 

“Thank you!”

-

You take notice that it’s Maggie who’s closing the door. “Maggie-” 

“Don’t abandon the party.” 

You huff, turning to see Benedict leaning against the doorway that’s the hallway for the dining room. “Not now, Benedict.” You walk away, aiming for the stairs so, you can go to your room. 

“You can’t abandon your guests.” He follows you. 

“I have no guests to entertain. I only see a room full of traitors- protective and kind traitors.” 

Maggie shakes her, wondering when the two of you will get together. 

“At least it wasn’t me this time.” 

You stop, doing a one-eighty turn, standing before him. You poke his chest, “so, you admit you did something?” 

He nervously chuckles, staring at you, “no.” 

“Really?” The corners of your mouth tugs upwards, you don’t realize it until Benedict says something. 

“It seems as though now, since you don’t have to worry about marrying that rake-” 

Your smile disappears as you take a step back, “he is not a rake. He was doing what he felt he had to for his family.” 

“And which family is that? His mother and father or the one he created with some woman?” 

You scoff, briskly walking away from him. He’s persistent tonight, you’ll give him that. 

“I’m not done talking to you.” 

“You’re not. I am,” the door slams shut. You rub your face, keeping your face covered. 

“I’m not done talking to you,” he leans against the door, slowly closing it so no one disturbs the two of you or sees you, a young woman in the presence of a single man (who only has eyes for you) and gossip with others so you’re forced to marry… he does plan on asking for your hand but, Benedict would prefer if the both of you weren’t so much “forced” into marrying one another because of such a situation. 

“Please get out. I need some time to myself.” 

“I’m afraid I cannot do that.” 

Your hands fall to your sides, “why? What is so important that you must tell me right this instant? All you’ve done is mess up everything and I can’t take anymore.” 

“You…” He stops, unable to say another word. If he admits what’s in his heart, things may never be the same again, for better or for worse. He is tempted to mess with fate but, he’s downright terrified. 

“I- what?” You snap, your emotions begin to get the better of you. 

Benedict gulps. It’s now or never. He takes a step towards you, reaching out for you almost. He's in front of you, cradling your hands in his like he did the previous night. “You, make it ten times more difficult for me to be able to express myself… I can’t- I can’t tell you- begin to tell you how much you mean to me. I am a man of many talents but, when I look at you, I’m helpless. I can’t tell you everything I feel whenever I see you- think of you. I can hardly put into words how you are my… everything,” he whispers. 

He reaches for your delicate face, dragging his index finger across your cheek, tucking it under your chin, bringing you closer. He leans in ever so slightly, his nose brushes against yours as he continues to stare into your beautiful eyes while finishes his confession. “I will admit to you now that I ruined any future relationship you may have had with that lord from our youth.” 

You close your eyes, “why?” 

“He would have taken away the one thing that keeps my heart beating and my art alive.” 

“What?” You open your eyes, seeing his soft and kind eyes. A sight you haven’t seen for quite some time now. 

“My darling,” he breathes out. “You are my muse. I may sound selfish but, I would do anything to keep you near me. The thought of you being with another hurts me more than I care to admit.” He brings his hand up to cradle your cheek, “I cannot even begin to think of how terrible life would be without you.” 

“Why couldn’t you confess your love for me sooner and spare us this pain?” You sniffle, pulling your head away from him to lightly smacking his chest. He chuckles, reaching for your hand. You follow his lead as the two of you sway back and forth. You pause, “what are we to tell your family and my mama?” 

“That we are getting married?” He gives you a sheepish smile. 

“Really? I don’t recall anyone asking me.” Benedict kneels, reaching in his pocket. 

You laugh, shaking your head with your eyes closed. “Will you-” 

“Ben, you don’t need to-” you open your eyes and find him holding a ring. “Where did that come from?” 

“Uhh…” 

“Have you had this the whole time? Did you plan on proposing before your family interrupted?” 

“Technically, our family but, yes? N- I won’t lie to you, my dear. The main reason I came here was to propose to you and tell you of my feelings.” 

“You’ve been planning on proposing?” 

“I tried once and was unsuccessful.” 

“And you wanted to try again?” 

“If it meant I got to see you, yes.” 

You slowly place your hand in front of him. 

“Does this mean you accept?” He asks, his heart beating much faster now… at the thought of you becoming his wife… among other things. 

“I wouldn’t offer my hand, if I was going to reject the man I love.” 

He practically jumps up, gingerly putting the ring on your finger, holding your hand. He looks at you, “did you tell me you love me?” 

Your free hand comes up to the back of his neck; your thumb rubbing gentle and comforting circles, “I’m going to have my hands full with you, aren’t I?” 

“I need to hear you say it again.” 

You hum, “no.” You walk away, aiming for the door when you feel a pair of hands on your waist turn you around. 

Benedict traps you against the door. “I’m afraid you can’t leave the room until you confess your feelings.” 

“I,” you pause to study his face. “Find your facial features very interesting.” 

“I don’t believe that is a confession.” 

You dramatically sigh, “Ben, I… love you. I could not stop thinking about while I was away even though every time I thought of you, I usually became upset. I couldn’t stop my heart from beating faster when I thought of your smile, watching you sketch whatever it was that caught your interest, anything that had to do with you.” 

“Even now your heart races?” 

“Even now.” 

“Do you want to tell them now?” 

“I have a feeling they already know.” 

“I have no doubt that you are right, my darling.”

-

One season later (summer)

The sunlight shining through the window begins to bug you. 

You roll over, hoping to cuddle with your husband for a few moments. You open your eyes to find him sketching… shirtless. It’s an enjoyable sight to see when you first wake up that’s for sure. “How long have you been awake for?” 

“Some time,” he vaguely answers you. You slightly crawl closer to him, leaning on your elbows, hoping to get a peek at what he’s working on today. “And what are we sketching this morning?” 

He leans away from you, “no looking.” 

You pout, “why?” 

“It’s a surprise. I’m- I’ almost done.” 

“If you think it’s bad, I can tell you without a doubt that it is amazing.” 

He blushes, “thank you, my muse but-” It’s one of those mornings, if he calls you his muse then he’s drawing you. 

“But nothing,” you push yourself off your elbows and sit up with one knee bent and the other leg tucked underneath. “You are an amazing artist. I love watching you work on your art and find myself lucky to see the finished work. Let me see it, please?” 

He hesitantly hands you his latest sketchbook. 

You don’t know what to say so, you smile. “You were drawing me while I slept?” 

He hums. 

“I must say, I never thought I would look so good in a drawing but when you’re married to the best artist in town, I guess that’s to be expected.” 

You return the sketchbook back to him. 

“How many times have we redrawn me this morning?” 

“Zero.” 

“Really?” 

“Don’t sound so shocked, when I have an amazingly, wonderful, and beautiful muse lying at my side.” 

“Oh? Confident, are we?” 

He sets the book on the nightstand and wipes his hand on his charcoal pencil rag before spreading his arms, “come here,” he says. 

You cuddle into him, enjoying the warmth he’s emanating. “I wish we could enjoy moments like this more often,” you whisper. 

“Who says we can’t?” 

A thump, followed by Hyacinth and Gregory’s shouting outside the door. 

“Don’t answer my question.” 

“I wasn’t,” you tease.

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Kinktober Extra-Favorite Positions

I figured since I’m only doing every other day, I could fit in some extras! If you have any requests i’ll take them! visit my ko-fi if you definitely want them done!

Jeff-Doggy

Jeff loves doggy style. He practically begs you to let him fuck you from behind. He likes holding your hips and pounding into you with absolutely zero hesitance. You always look so good arching your back beneath him, hips high enough to meet his dick. If you’re lucky, he may even kiss your spine.

Ben-Cowthey

Maybe he’s just fucking lazy. Maybe he likes seeing you bounce on his cock. Maybe he likes guiding you when you get tired, pounding into you from below as he coaches you. Or maybe he just likes to watch how desperate you are. He has to focus on not coming in two minutes each time you get on top, kissing your neck as you fuck yourself on his throbbing dick. And don’t get him started on watching you cum.

Liu-Spooning

He just loves you so much. He never wants to stop holding you, especially during sex. He likes being able to kiss your cheek and trace your vertebrae with his tongue as he thrusts into you slowly and deliberately. His hands latch onto your chest and hold you close to him to he can feel every shake as he fucks you.

EJ-The Eagle

He wants to get as deep as possible. He will hold the back of your thighs and absolutely drill into you. He likes feeling every inch of your desperate cavern, hands running across your body to feel what he can’t see. Once he’s close, he’ll lose any sense of restraint he had and pound you until you milk him for every drop he has.

LJ-Wall Sex

Jack is a tall guy. A very tall guy. He loves that he looms over you all the time and sex is no exception. He likes bringing you up to him, pinning you to the wall and fucking up into you. He holds you up like you weigh absolutely nothing, panting over your shoulder as he chases his high. He’s hardly worried about your own, but you’ll get it.

Tim-Car Sex

Not exactly a position, but it’s his favorite way to do it. He likes the danger and exhibition. He loves how cramped you both are in the back of his shitty stolen car. He loses his mind when he sees the carpet burn on your elbows from him fucking you into the seat. Sure, it’s twice as hot and he’s more likely to get a leg cramp, but he cums twice as fast.

Brian-Lotus

He loves holding you in his lap, even when he isn’t buried deep in your cunt. He’ll kiss your jaw and hold your curves as you both meet in the middle, his quick snaps meeting your bounces. You both find yourselves lost in each other this way, hardly able to look at one another as you’re both lost in just how close you are.

Toby-Off the Bed

Toby chances positions so fucking often. He can’t seem to focus on one. He will move and adjust and change until he finds something good enough to bring him close. This is the one he stays in the most. He likes rutting into you like a crazed animal, panting and groaning and grabbing every inch of you. He’ll kiss you each time he tics, pounding into your abused cunt and praising you every step of the way.

Helen-Shower Sex

Against the wall, water running down his back, practically slipping in and out of you is his favorite place to be. You don’t have to worry about slipping, he’s practically holding you up the entire time. He’s doing the most to make sure you cum before he does, grabbing and sucking and circling and biting. This man is in service of you at all times. It’s sex and aftercare all in one. Plus-no sheets to wash.

Puppet-Spread Eagle

Come on, you’re telling me he wouldn’t love to tie you up wide open for his enjoyment? He likes watching you twitch under his touch and have nowhere to go. He loves the way you’re at his complete mercy, only able to lean into the table or pillow below you and sob from how overstimulated you are and the lack of control you have. Don’t worry, he’ll even leave you tied up as he cleans you up.

Jane-69

She can’t help herself around you. She loves having her mouth on your sweet sex, moaning into your cunt as you lap at hers. Her hands always find their way to your hips, rubbing sweet circles as she caresses your clit with her warm tongue. More importantly, she loves having you cum on her face as she does the same.

Jay-Missionary

Okay, maybe he’s kind of vanilla, but can you blame him? You always look so sweet under him. Eyes rolled back, cheeks bright red, chest bouncing as he rails you. He likes to hold your hips as your legs wrap around his waist, holding onto him for dear life. Alex absolutely makes fun of him, but he does not care in the slightest if it means watching your sweet face as you cum.

Alex-Reverse Cowgirl

This asshole doesn’t want to see you. He just wants to feel you. He also hates doing any work whatsoever. He’s more than happy to let you satisfy both of those wants. He doesn’t even bother to touch you. He just likes to watch, gripping his thighs and groaning as you clench around his cock.

[pettyprocrastination]

Werewolf Poly FighterPilot thoughts nobody asked for

Pairing: werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie, the beginnings of werewolf!benny x werewolf!frankie x Vampire!reader

Authors note: Happy spooky season everybody! I’ve toyed around with some poly FighterPilot (Benny x frankie) thoughts before and what better time than halloween season to talked about it! In this werewolves can like “smell” a vampire if that makes sense. Like I feel like to werewolves everybody has their own “smell” that they smell and is like “ah! that’s (Name)” if that makes any sense? No? cool. This is just beginning off hcs mostly on frankie and benny and if there’s a demand maybe ill show yall’s relationship together <3 Not edits or beta-read, take it or leave it this is yalls dinner tonight. shitty monster thots from a shitty monster write smooch smooch 

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Frankie is the calmer out of the two 

Don’t get me wrong, they're both thought out, smart men. They were special ops after all

But Benny is young and impulsive, there are moments where he acts on feelings and feelings alone without thinking of the outcome. “That boy is all heart and no brain.” is what his mother used to say when he was younger. 

Their relationship didn’t start until they got out of the military. Before it had been lingering eyes, and some palpable tensions when one of them laughs at a joke and an adrenaline filled physical contact after a close call. But they never spoke on it. 

They never said anything while Fish holds Benny’s head in his lap during a particularly bad shift, or the way he cards his fingers through his hair while mumbling “I got you Ben. You’re alright.”

It had been Benny who took the leap after their service together. Calling him up and asking if he wanted to get some dinner together. 

“will the guys be there?”

There was a pause. “no, it’ll just be you and me ‘fish, that alright?”

But even then, Catfish was a man of humility and to put it kindly, painfully oblivious. So he didn’t want to assume anything and be wrong. 

I mean for fucks sake, this is Will’s brother. These men were his family. His pack. He didn’t want to fuck that up. 

it wasn’t until the waitress finally set their plates, well done burgers, no onions on frankie’s and no lettuce on Benny’s, that he finally said something. 

“I like you, okay?” The words came so suddenly from the younger Miller that Frankie found himself listening to his heartbeat, that was running wildly in his chest. “I like you a lot, man. And maybe im crazy but I think you like me too.”

Frankie took a moment to simply stare at him. Wide eyed and shocked and fucking ecstatic. 

“If im wrong, then shit, im sorry ‘Fish. We can forget this whole thing happened and just go back to normal, alright? But I can’t go another day without saying something.”

He had never seen Benny so nervous before. His usually grin was replaced with a drawn in bottom lip, chewing anxiously and eyes that skittered around the room. 

“could you please say something?”

Frankie smiled and knocked his knee against Benny’s. 

“You’re cute when you ramble, Miller.”

Benny sat up straighter and scoffed. “Fuck you, man.”

The weren’t being secretive, technically. They just, hadn’t mentioned it to the others. 

But Will knew Catfish well, and he knew his brother even better. 

Which is why he told them both sternly, as his coach and his brother. “training rule stays the same, alright? No sex before a fight.” and that was that. 

A tradition had been made. For full moons and ruts, Benny would accompany Frankie to his cabin out in the woods. Far away from hikers or any nature junkie that would stumble upon it. 

“my grandfather made it.” he explained. “we’ve got uh, a long running generation of shifters in the family. He thought it’d be best for us to have a place to escape to, you know? Without worrying about hurting somebody.”

They’d spent the next few days in a haze. Fucking and chasing and hunting like animals together. Before they’d return back home with satisfied smiles and a myriad of marks on their skin to cover up before the others gave them shit for it.

Now they were in love. Committed to each other to the point where Frankie, damn his heart, had caught himself thinking about a potential wedding, far in the future. 

But that didn’t mean they were blind. Sure, they noticed other people from time to time. If Frankie saw a man with a bright smile and toned body, he would let his eyes linger. The same way Benny would grin as the waitress paid extra special attention to him while taking their orders. 

It’s natural, neither of them caused fights over it. Because at the end of the day they loved each other. 

But you, had thrown a wrench in those plans. 

The bar had been packed that night. Benny couldn’t figure out why just yet. There was no game on or long expected fight for patrons to bet on and drink themselves dead over. But they were still packed in like sardines, to the point that Frankie found himself hitting shoulders with five people as he went to get drinks for the table. 

He had finally waved down the bartender when you walked by. 

The interaction didn’t last longer then 7 seconds at the most. You had just been trying to make your way through the crowd. 

Hand softly laid on his chest with a mumbles “excuse me, sorry.” and a sympathetic smile thrown to him as you were pressed up against him before slipping between a couple and disappearing. 

He tried to remember what he was doing before, but all he did was watch your form blend into the crowd until he couldn’t see you. 

Bar. he was at the bar. What was he going to order?

He couldn’t remember, all he was focused on was the way your hands laid on his chest and the way you smelled, fuck you smelled amazing. Rich and smoky and intoxicating. 

He felt like it should have tripped some alarm. That there was a crimson red flag waving in front of his face that he couldn’t see cause he was too busy thinking about you and the way it lingered around him. 

“hey, buddy!” the bartender snapped him out of his stupor and he stopped himself from growling before he realizes just what was going on. “either order something or fuck off, its a busy night.”

When he came back to the table, nobody seemed to notice. They were all too sucked in to a story Pope was telling about his sister and her trip to Paris. 

It wasn’t until Benny wrapped an arm around his shoulder and leaned into Frankie’s space that he froze. 

“you know, if you stared at her ass any harder I might've gotten jealous.” He could hear the tease in his voice, there was no anger or resentment.

Frankie swallowed dryly. 

“she uh...she smelled funny.”

His boyfriends sharp laugh shook off the fog that clouded his head. Benny always had that affect on him. 

They both returned to the conversation at hand, but even Benny could smell the sweet aroma that curled around Francisco and found himself enamored with it. 

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Loser's Club AU Dump

Okay so me and @s-oulpunk spend too much time talking out long and sometimes really in depth AUs that (probably) will never actually be written so I've decided so share a condensed down few. Buckle up.

Royalty: (Stozier/Kaspbrough) Bill is the next king of his nation, and he's in an arranged marriage to Stan, who is also a prince from another nation that seeks peace with Bill's. Stan and Bill are fine, but they're v awkward. Meanwhile, Bill's older bastard brother Richie takes quite a liking to Stan. Meanwhile Bill's personal assistant (think servant that's appointed to help Bill always) Eddie is absolutely not in love with Bill and he does not care that Bill is supposed to be getting married. Except he totally does. There's more to this AU but that's a lot.

Murder: (Core Four/Poly Losers) I actually gifted a scene of this AU to PJ...and then completely forgot it existed until she reminded me of it when I was writing this list. Bill is a serial killer, but he takes care of his boys, Stan, Eddie, and Richie. Mike is the detective trying to catch Bill, and Bill has the hots for Mike. Bev is also a leader of her own crime group, with Ben, Kay, and Audra. Bev and Bill also mess around as does both groups do. It's murder but with sex. Lots of it.

Hunger Games: (Stenbrough/Reddie) I uh, I'm not going to say too much on this one bc, uh, there may or may not be something happening with this AU...anyways, everybody cries.

Barbers: (Stenbrough) We have Stan Barber and Jacob Barber make an appearance in this AU. Patty and Stanley Uris were dating but she realized that Stanley would always sorta be in love with Bill. She also learned that she was pregnant so instead of telling Stanley, she runs away to Brownsville and marries Stanley Barber's dad and passes Stan B off as his kid. She does name Stan after his bio dad though. Patty dies and Stan B finds out that his 'dad' is not actually his dad and tracks down Stanley Uris. Who is now married to Bill and they had a son together through a surrogate who is Jacob. Stanley and Bill both want to bond with Stan B, and Jacob is not happy about that bc he sees Stan B as this perfect kid when he himself has always been a 'difficult' child bc his anger issues. One night when Stanley and Bill are out on a date, Stan B and Jacob come to blows, a fight so bad that Bill has to break it up when he gets home. For relationships we were thinking about Stan B and Jacob having crushes on people from the Party but I can't remember who.

First A/B/O: (Poly Losers) Basically everyone though Bill was going to be an alpha, and be the pack leader, but to everyone's surprise he's an omega. Not just that, he's the only omega in the pack. Eddie and Ben are betas, while Mike, Stan, Richie, and Bev are the alphas, Mike is the pack leader. There's a whole plot to this one, from start to finish, but Stan accidently gets Bill pregnant in a surprise heat. Also we both just loved the idea of Bill having a first heat after he presents and staying home from school for a couple days and not talking to the losers so Richie just eventually breaks into Bill's room and discovers that Bill has presented and is suffering though his first heat. Bill is all heat drunk so he on Richie in an instant bc Bill's heat is causing Richie presentation as an alpha to happen. Richie manages to call Stan desperately while Bill is literally purring in his ear. Stan arrives and the three have fun through Bill's heat since Stan also presents as an alpha This is probably my favorite one honestly.

Second A/B/O: (Stenbrough/Stozier) So these are two different aus with the pairings but it's the same concept. Stan is an omega who shares his heats with Bill's (or Richie) ruts. Obviously they're the alpha. Stan ends up pregnant and runs away and chooses not to tell Bill (or Richie) and has his child. Depending on which version it is he either gets help raising his son with Richie (if Bill's the dad) or raising him with Bill (if Richie is the dad). He also is very successful in his career and he's a single parent omega who needs no alpha thank you very much. In the Bill au, Bill comes out to visit Richie and ends up running into Stan and Henry (from the book of Henry) and Bill is thrown bc there's no way that kid is not his. Que Bill trying to bond with his son, who 100% does not trust him and got all of his intelligence from Stan, and trying to get Stan back. Also Bill's a little intimidated by own son so that's fun. For the Stozier one, Stan actually moved with Bill to London to raise his son Mike (from Stranger Things) and Richie is in a band and they do a world tour and end up where Stan and Bill are and decides to drop by unannounced. Richie freaks bc it's Richie. Like with how Henry did not trust Bill, Mike doesn't trust Richie. But these two bicker like siblings, when they're actually father and son. There's a fun dynamic of loud mouth Richie trying to bond with his bitchy son Mike. Also in the stozier version Kaspbrough would kinda be a thing. There's more to both versions, mainly little things.

Cheating: (Stenbrough w/ Stozier & Billverly) If you don't like cheating aus, you may want to skip this one. Bill is star baseball player with just as popular girlfriend Beverly. He's also failing math. Stan is head of the SGA and gets volunteer work as a tutor, Richie is his best friend since babies boyfriend bc they thought that since they've been close for so long, they may as well give dating a shot. Bill gets paired with Stan who's now going to be his math tutor and the first time they have a tutoring session they end up fucking, and then they keep fucking at every tutoring session. There's so much to this AU so here is the highlights. Stan and Richie fight constantly bc Richie wants to travel and doesn't really a plan for the future while Stan is applying for colleges and needs a structured life. Stan always ends up in Bill's bed after these fights with Richie and Bill is only kinda smug about it. Beverly is also in the student government and is one of Stan's closest friends so there's also that. Bev feels her boyfriend Bill pulling away from her so she organizes a double date with Stozier bc they're such a 'good couple'. She asks Richie first and he agrees bc he just wants to get to know the guy his bf has been spending so much time with. At the double date tho Richie immediately realizes that Bill hates him, bc even tho Bill won't admit it himself, he has real feelings besides fucking for Stan and is jealous of Richie. Also Bill isn't 'gay' in this au. He's not homophobic either, he just won't let himself like guys bc he doesn't want to 'ruin his reputation'. Also on the double date both Stan and Bill excuse themselves to the bathroom. Stan gets mad at Bill for acting rude towards Richie and then the two end up fucking.

There's more aus but these are the most developed ones @s-oulpunk and I have thought out. Feel free to inox her or me with your thoughts, questions, opinions, ect if you want! Like stated, I only gave rundowns of the aus and we have so more we created together and personal ones too!

[shutteredislands]

REYLO MODERN AU FIC RECS

Hi!! I spent my entire winter break reading reylo fics and I feel like I’ve found some gems! I’m boring and don’t like angst, so most of these are pretty fluffy, however, always read the tags before reading. Anyways, happy reading!

Already Home -  College, Roommates, A/B/O, Soulmates AU - Complete - Rated E - 79k

“Oh stop being all Alpha-y.” She flexes her foot, rolling her ankle as if to prove a point, and he doesn’t miss the wince that crosses her expression. “You aren’t my Alpha, and you definitely aren't my soulmate,” she mutters.

He can’t help but let out a dry laugh. “Thank god for small mercies.”

Okay so this is a trope fest but it was so good! I’m not gonna explain the plot in depth because I think going in blind is best for this!

Baby, It's Just Biology - Professor/Student, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 113k

For Rey Jackson, trying to finish your degree in Biomedical Science at Harvard is difficult enough when you're one of the few Omegas on campus.

It's made even more difficult when your Professor is the one to trigger your heat. You can't help it, it's just your biology.

An Alpha Omega love story.

This is the perfect balance of angst, fluff and pure smut. This one Is a lot angstier than anything else on this list, but you can see every stage of this relationship and I loved it so much! Please read the tags on this one!

I’ve got you (under my skin) - Nanny/Single Parent AU - On Hiatus - Rated E - 81k

“Hi, I’m Rey. I’m here for the—”

“Nanny,” Ben blurts out dazedly, still trying to remember how to form coherent thoughts. “You’re the nanny.”

Her smile hitches up a little wider. “Well, I might be.”

Suddenly, Ben thinks he might be in for a whole new world of problems.

Because Rey Johnson is still most likely the only thing standing between him and disaster, that much hasn’t changed, not by a long shot.

And Ben can’t seem to stop staring at her mouth.

In which Ben hires Rey to watch his son... but he can’t seem to stop watching her.

Okay so I almost never read WIPs, but this one was left off in a pretty good place so don’t worry about cliffhangers or anything. I am a sucker for single dad!Ben so expect more of these. I loved this fic so much and get ready for a SMUTFEST.

Light My Fire - Rivals to Lovers, College, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 20k

When rivals Ben and Rey break into a professor's office together, it comes out that Rey might not be the Beta she thinks she is.

I’ve never been the biggest reader of enemies to lovers, until this. This was so so so good! I loved their banter so much, and this is another smutfest lol.

Peacock - Fake Dating, Enemies to Lovers, Neighbors AU - Complete - Rated E - 72k

Thanks to a series of misunderstandings, failed attempts at flirting, and loud Katy Perry music, Ben grows to hate his new neighbor.

Proposing to her wasn't the best solution to his problems.

This is, hands down, one of the funniest fics I have ever read. I cried actual tears because of how funny this is. Slowish burn, but their banter will keep you engaged the whole time. I love this so much!!

An Unexpected Vacation - Scientist, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 62k 

“You don’t care that someone, that people will watch you fuck?” He looks two seconds away from puking. “Like multiple, multiple people will be able to describe your vagina. They’ll probably analyze it in a boardroom. Someone will feel proud about a shitty PowerPoint full of annotated pictures. They will use words like ‘arousal fluid’ and consult charts and these things will never not be digitally saved. That doesn’t bother you?”

“Are you suggesting my vagina is unworthy of analysis?”

--

In which Rey attempts to bolster her bank account by volunteering to fuck an Alpha in a scientific study. Plans go pear-shaped when she accidentally triggers scientist!Ben’s first Rut.

This was a really funny smutfest and I loved that. I loved Rey and Ben so much, and Ben was the perfect “I hate everyone but you” boyfriend! I love this!

She Doesn’t Normally Bite - Single Parent/Teacher AU - WIP - Rated E - 37k

Ben Solo is a single dad to 6-year old Ellis. Her teacher isn't the old-cat lady that he expects and naturally, sparks fly when they meet. Rey helps show Ben that he is allowed to be happy and the romance is DELICIOUS. There will be the happy ending we all deserve.

Both Ben and Rey have a lot to navigate, and of course - things are never straight forward.

Tw: Bens wife died when their daughter was born - whilst it is mentioned periodically, it does not form a significant part of the story. There'll also be warnings in the notes for the particular chapters it'll be mentioned in.

THIS THE ONLY WIP I WILLL EVER READ REY AND BEN ARE SO FREAKING CUTE AND ELLIS IS SUCH A CUTE KID AHHHHHHH! That is all.

Down an Inch, Up an Inch - A/B/O, Soulmates, Gym Rats AU - Complete - Rated E - 60k

Omega instructor Rey has always been the master of her domain at Rebel Belle Barre and wouldn't dream of dating an Alpha.

When her new neighbors at Supremacy Bootcamp start ruining her classes with their terrible music, she storms over to give them a piece of her mind. She challenges the beefy ex-Marine owner Ben Solo to a plank-off and the loser has to take the other's class. When they spark an unusual connection, can Rey stay away for long?

Has she bitten off more than she can chew with the gentle giant Alpha with the warm, sad eyes?

SMUT FREAKING FESTTTTT. Okay but I loved these two so much, even though I am opposed to working out in any shape or form! I love the non-traditional soulmate part, and I really loved Rey in this. 

Tea for Two - Enemies to Lovers, University Setting AU - Complete - Rated E - 67k 

'"This is a tea house, you know." The plummy, ultra-posh voice startled Rey Kenobi from her day-dreaming, almost spilling the scalding hot coffee over her chest.'

Rey, an American former hacker, turned cyber security expert, has been commissioned by Oxford University to protect their systems from hackers. Unfortunately, she has to work closely with Professor Ben Solo, Merton Professor of English Literature who also happens to be Lord Ben Solo, member of the English peerage. And an unmitigated snob.

She drinks coffee. He drinks tea. He only reads classic literature. She reads Marvel comics. He is nobility. She is a nobody.

Things should go swimmingly, shouldn't it?

SO. MUCH. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. I loved the slow burn aspect because I sat in bed because I was waiting for them to bone for so long. And after they bone its a smut and fluff-fest I loved this so much!

And They Were Roommates - Roommates, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

“This isn’t going to work.” He points a finger between the two of them. “This arrangement.”

Her eyes narrow. “You didn’t put any specifications on who could apply.”

“Yeah…” He rubs the back of his neck then, the action making it look longer, making her wonder what it might feel like under her fingers. “You have to know that this isn’t a good idea.”

She knows what he means, she does—but she’s so tired of being brushed aside for her designation that she challenges him anyway. “And why not?”

His eyes bore into hers, his expression blank as he says, “Because I can tell how much scent-block you put on—and I can still smell you.”

In which Rey’s new roommate turns out to be a lot more than she bargained for.

EVEN. MORE. UNRESOLVED. SEXUAL. TENSION. Like these two would be eating cereal and I would be chanting, “bone! bone! bone!” the whole time. I loved these two, and the family aspect of this one was so good.

Imprints - A/B/O, Boss/Employee AU - Complete - Rated E - 74k

“I was happy you’ll be working with someone you know. He’ll take good care of you.”

Take good care of you.

The words send a shiver down her spine, sparking memories that flood her with embarrassment. She feels a strange itch just below her ear, her gland giving a phantom pulse as if her body remembers the incident even still.

Suddenly her triumph fades into dread, the idea of working here leaving a hollow pit in her stomach. Poe is still talking, but she doesn’t hear most of it. Her mind is firmly trapped in the vivid memories of six years ago— in a moment she wishes she could forget.

By the time she hangs up the phone— she isn’t sure anymore if she can do this.

Okay so this is pretty popular so I wont say too much, but it lives up to the hype. Smutfest, fluff and angst rolled into one beautiful fic! 

Bespoke - Enemies to Lovers, Boss/Employee (?) AU - Complete - Rated E - 38k 

When new stylist Rey Jackson receives a request to dress the hottest (and most unfashionable) new actor in Hollywood, she gets a lot more than she bargained for.

Mentally AND physically.

Because Ben Solo is freaking massive.

THIS WAS SO HOT OMG! Smutfest but also super cute. Another “I hate everyone but you” version of Ben I fell in love with. Loved this!

Incognito - Coworkers AU - Complete - Rated E - 30k

“Somehow Rey’s coworkers find out about her Daddy kink. They all kink shame her for it, except her coworker Ben. He has something else in mind.”

This was so funny! Ben and Rey were so cute, and I love Finn and Rose in this too! This was great!

A Home For Christmas - Single Parent, Sugar Daddy AU - Complete - Rated E - 109k

Rey is a struggling single mother who needs to do right by her daughter, even if it means she needs to steal. Ben is sad and lonely, recently divorced for the second time. When Rey's daughter picks him to help her find her mom, their paths cross and their Christmas becomes a little more bright.

This was so freaking cute OMG!! I know I say that a lot, but this was so adorable! I loved Ben and Rey so much, but Nova was obviously the star of the show. I cannot recommend this enough!

Unsuppressed - Office, A/B/O AU - Complete - Rated E - 49k

Rey had only ever encountered two Alphas in her entire life that had been unsuppressed. And now this third one that stunk up the entire building. Not that it stunk, his scent. In fact, it was the most delicious thing Rey had ever smelled. ///////////////////////////////////// Ben Solo closed his eyes as he rode down the elevator from the 40th floor to the lobby, trying not to reach up to his glands to scratch them. Somehow, it felt like he always caught the elevator that was dripping in the Omega’s scent. The one that wandered around the building without any suppressants. The one that smelled better than any Omega he had ever smelled before.

STRAIGHT FLUFF AND SMUT OMFG!!! I loved this so freaking much! This was whatever the opposite of unresolved sexual tension and slow burn. Like Ben and Rey tried to make this a slow burn but they could not keep their hands off of each other. I loved this!

Sunshine and Gunpowder - Hitman, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 48k

She’s a teacher who would do anything to protect her student. He’s a glorified hitman with a heart of black gold.

Together, they make up odd halves of a beautiful whole.

THIS WAS SO CUTE!! Like, yes, I know Ben is a hitman, but when I tell you he was the softest hit man I have ever read, Temiri was so cute in this! I loved Ben and Rey, and their UST made me love them even more. Han and Leia are also hilarious in this! 

It Takes a Village - A/B/O, Surprise Parents AU - Complete - Rated E - 40k 

Who knew that all it would take for Rey Johnson to interact with her enigmatic Alpha neighbor without wanting to melt into a puddle of hormones was a baby being abandoned at her doorstep?

Not her. That was for sure.

THIS IS THE CUTEST ONE YET! I REREAD THIS QUITE OFTEN! LIKE AHHHHHHH SO FREAKING FLUFFY! NOT EVEN A WHISPER OF ANGST AND A LOT OF SMUT I LOVED THIS SO FREAKING MUCH AHHHH! AND THE EPILOGUE MADE ME CRY!

Sensual Storytime - Office AU - Complete - Rated E - 23k

When Rey Johnson starts a new job, her initially antagonistic relationship with Ben Solo from IT turns into friendship... and maybe something more.

Little does she know he also moonlights as Kylo Ren, the creator of her favorite audio erotica. One day at the office, worlds collide, and she realizes the sweater vest-wearing nerd of her dreams is also the tattooed fantasy man she listens to while getting off every night...

THIS IS MY FAVORITE REYLO FIC EVER. I RECOMMEND THIS TO PEOPLE WHO DON’T EVEN LIKE STAR WARS! THIS IS COWORKER BANTER LIKE NO OTHER. AND THE SMUT ? UNPARALLELED. READ THIS NOW!

That is all I have time for right now, but I’ll make another list later if anyone would like that! Please take care of yourself and have a great day! 

[mlm-writer]

Curing Cullen (Cullen x M!Reader)

Kinktober Day 22: Sex Pollen

Pairing: Bottom Cullen Rutherford (Inquisition ver.) x  Top Qunari Male Reader (NOT trans-friendly) Rating: Explicit Words: 1798 Summary: Cullen accidentally gets a dosage of interrogation drugs, of which the only cure is Qunari semen or death. Fucking the inquisitor beats death any day. Note: This mf got such a fuckin glow up and I am so fuckin gay for him why is he straight this is an atrocity. LOOK HOW FUCKIN PRETTY HE IS I AM IN LOVE Tags: Action, canon-typical violence, no beta we die like men, beign liberal with canon, anal fingering, anal sex, creampie, dubious consent (because he is drugged ya know), bit fluffy, riding and did you know bulls have a dick of 30-40 inch? That’s dick the size of a child wtf. 

A quick favour, that was all it was supposed to be. The cargo was apparently very precious and no one was told what it was. You never wanted to get involved with the Ben-Hassrath, but with Bull at your side there was little choice, not that you wanted him gone. On the contrary, having another Qunari around was a great help on some days. 

Things went south, however, as you got ambushed by an unforeseen force. The human bandits were oddly organised and in an awfully great number. You casted a wall of ice to slow them down, but they came from all sides. You decided to give up the cargo and save both your and Bull’s men. You fade stepped towards Cullen, the commander assisting to tag along since it was a sensitive mission. “Commander, we need to go.” Cullen showed you a displeased look, but he nodded, agreeing with your assessment. 

“We can take at least one of the boxes with us. Save some of the cargo,” he insisted, “cover me.” You wanted to protest, but he was already dashing towards the cart. You casted a barrier around him as he left, followed by a lighting chain, stunning the enemies around him. Cullen came running back with a box that sounded like it contained potions. It was a clever choice. You basically lifted him up and ordered your people to retreat as you summoned some mist to cover your paths. 

An arrow grazed your leg as you ran. You slipped in your step and you dropped both yourself and Cullen to the ground. There was the sound of wood breaking and glass shattering, before you hit your head on a rock and the scenery went dark. 

You shock awake, getting a feeling of deja vu. You recognised your bedroom at Skyhold. You rubbed your forehead, feeling a bandage right below your horns. You climbed out, wobbling down the many, many stairs to the main hall. Your mind was on Cullen. It was known amongst the inner circle that you two had a… thing... Going on. It was complicated, but that didn’t stop you from worrying. Varric saw you emerge from your room and rushed to your side. “Hey, you gave us quite the shock there.” 

You forced a chuckle out. “After all I have been through, one fall on the head isn’t going to do me in.” Varric nodded, looking at you with those eyes that looked for more. “Really, I am fine. Where is Cullen? He was with me.” Varric gave you an even worse look and dragged you to Solas’ room. He looked at you as he always did. It was hard to read him, most of the time. 

“Good, you’re here. My potion is keeping Cullen alive right now, but he needs you, were he to survive.” At least you could adore his bedside manners. You wanted to ask him more, but he handed you a paper and walked away to have another look at one of the shards you found. The paper was an itinerary of what was in the box you tried to save. With red encircled there was a concoction of concentrated Qunari pheromones, Witherstalk and Felandaris, used in several torture techniques, since the only thing that got it out of your system was rectically administrated Qunari sperm.

“Please, don’t tell me that Cullen got any of this stuff on him.” Solas said nothing. 

“Well then I won’t tell you, but he still needs your help,” Varric cut in when Solas remained quiet. It suddenly dawned on you why Cullen would need you specifically. When it came to healing magic, you were not the expert, but when it came to a source of Qunari sperm, the options were you and Bull. The thought of Bull doing it made you cringe and you put the paper back on the table, before running out the door. You runned over the bridge and slammed the door to Cullen’s room open. You heard pained moans at the left, where Cullen laid on a mattress they had dragged from somewhere to here. Probably no one could get him up the ladder to his bed. 

You crouched down next to him. You tried to get the hair out of his face, but he moaned at the slightest touch. “There you are,” he mused as he gave you the most undignifying bedroom eyes you had ever seen. “Bull informed me of my… status,” he tried. Clearly Cullen was still Cullen, which was a good sign. Either Solas has done some outstanding magic or Cullen was really muscling through the potion well. “This was not how I expected to have sex with you for the first time, but you should take me up that ladder right now.” He was panting, covered in sweat and he looked even more tiny without his armour. 

“You know we don’t need to have sex, right? I could just…”

“I want to. I’ve thought about sex with you so many times, you have no idea.” 

You already felt sorry for him when he got his full mind back. He would be so embarrassed, but you couldn’t die of secondhand embarrassment right now. You hoisted him over your shoulder, noticing his cock poking through his breeches as you climbed the ladder. Maybe this was not the most practical interior design choice. You were glad that at least now the roof was fixed and a fireplace installed. You casted a fire there, the room feeling a little warmer immediately. Cullen was rutting against your shoulder, but you didn’t blame him. You placed him on the bed and he pulled you down. You had kissed before. Varric even ran into you two making out. You would probably have made it official then, were it not for Varric’s interruption. 

However, this was nothing like anything you’ve done before. Cullen was insistent, a desperate man. His lips moved against yours as if he was trying to eat you. A primal noise left him as he tried to rid you of your clothing as soon as possible. You didn’t know what came over you, but you ripped his shirt in half, throwing it off the bed. With a rough tug, his breeches went off and you had beautiful access to everything that was Cullen. You wanted to take your time with him, but you feared there was no time for that. You conjured a substance to provide lubrication in one hand and raised his legs with the other. You toyed with his hole, coaxing it open. 

Cullen mewled as you put his legs over your shoulders and touched his cock. You pleased him with both hands, trying to take the edge off for him. He was like a cat in heat. He was so vocal and you wondered if he was the same when he wasn’t drugged. When you could push three fingers inside, you let your breeches fall to the floor and kicked them off your feet. Your cock stood big and glistening with precum between you. It wasn’t very thick, but the length was easily 20 inch at least. Cullen stared at it with an odd mixture of dread and lust. You cursed yourself for thinking it was hot. “Don’t worry, a shallow injection will be enough. You don’t need to take my full length.” 

You moved him closer to the edge of the bed and rested his legs on your waist. The tip of your cock was pressed against his stretched hole. You looked up at him and he gave you an insistent nod. You pushed inside, careful to only go a few inches deep, but he felt so good and hot around you, it was hard to restrain yourself. Your slow fucked him with the tip, breathing heavily as it took all your self-restraint to not just plow into him until he swore he met the Maker. “Inquisitor,” Cullen moaned, really testing your self-control. Using titles in the bedroom was definitely your kink and Cullen played into it like a charm. “Can I…” 

You stopped when he didn’t finish. You bent forward, cupping his cheek to get his attention. “What do you want? Just name it, commander.” Cullen caressed your cheek and licked his dry lips. He swallowed the lump in his throat and you watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down. 

“Sit on the bed. I’d… like to be on top.” You licked your lips at the thought. You gently pulled out and sat down, resting against the headboard. Culled straddled you and he was so beautiful. His scarred skin told the stories of many battles. His hands ghosted around your horns. “May I?” You usually didn’t like people touching them, since they were a little more sensitive than those of other Qunari, but with the idea in mind of what was to come, you wanted his hands on them now. You nodded and sighed in pleasure as Cullen leveraged himself on your horns as he lowered his body against the tip of your huge cock. 

Cullen hissed as you breached him again. You stared at him as he took you deeper than you thought he would. You groaned as he managed to impale himself halfway your length, before he raised up just a little. Cullen deep-fucked himself on your cock, taking half of it inside and moaning like a song that you never wanted to end. You placed your hands on his hips, helping him at first, but soon enough you lifted and lowered him like a toy on your cock. Cullen’s hands fell down to your shoulders, where his fingers dug into your skin. You growled as lust took over and you were chasing your orgasm with his hole. 

Another few thrusts and you held him in place as you spilled your seed inside him. You watched as Cullen let go with one hand and stroked himself. He spilled between your bodies, getting semen on both your torsos. When he was done, you were still pumping him full with the last bits of your load. You slid down the headboard and laid him down on your chest, cock still deep inside him as he rested on top of you, bodies sticking together with his semen. 

No words were exchanged as you let your semen do its work counteracting the potion. You stroked his back and hair, basking in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm. “Could we… switch positions next time?” You looked down and chuckled, humming affirmatively. A human topping a Qunari was a funny idea, but with Cullen, you were long happy he considered a next time and when that time would come, you wouldn’t care how it would go, as long as it was with your favourite commander.