#benedict brink

[digitalfountains]

Irene Guarenas by Benedict Brink

- Purple Magazine, Fall/Winter 2018

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Photo Benedict Brink, in "Look, Touch"

[ortodelmondo]

© Benedict Brink - From Look, Touch - Courtesy of Libraryman

[ashipiko]

HALLO ASHI 💙 Uh so idk if u wanna do an oc interaction or nah but IF U ARE CAN WE GET NIKOS THOUGHTS ON HOPPER? I NEED TO KNOW WHATS GOIN ON IN THE STUPID BRAIN OF HIS‼️

—“Niko, what’s your opinion on Hopper?” 🦊

“You noticed? D’aww, Carrots, I thought I was good at keeping my relationships lowkey… Oh well. It’s fine if only you know, ‘cause you’re special~. So sure, I know that bunny from RSA.

We met after the culture fair during VDC, and something something happened along the way that caused a little fox to get stuck in the infirmary instead of getting some cash. Not my fault, so it’s not important. If I’m being completely honest, I thought that rabbit hated me, heh. But we kept running into eachother somehow, and every single time he would strike up a conversation or call me out from the crowd. It freaks me out how he can just do that, honestly… Weirdly enough, his pumped-up energy he has no matter what he’s doing is kind of admirable, though. …B-But not for me. Obviously.

Nowadays, I think the cottontail hates me a little less. I always just found him as a cute rabbit to play around with, but now I find that he’s a pretty swell person to talk to. I should probably see if he’s willing to hang out sometime.

You’re surprised that I’m hanging out with an RSA kid, huh? Ha, don’t tell anyone, though. I’d probably get my tail chopped off if people knew I kept in contact with a goodie two shoes.

…But you’re not asking because you saw a suspiciously lost student around campus, are you? …Are you?

…Ha. Sorry Carrots, I’ll be back. I’m getting a call~.”

[d-targaryenshoe]

So Entirely Bridgerton - Benedict Bridgerton

Word Count: 1031

Summary: A woman becomes with child, yet the child's father might feel unsatisfied at times, will he not?

Benedict Bridgerton had never been one to do things by halves, and this included annoying you.

From the moment you met, it was clear that Benedict had an irrepressible, almost childlike energy that he often directed towards you, much to your chagrin.

Now, as you were well into your pregnancy, Benedict's antics had only increased in both frequency and creativity.

"Honestly, Benedict," you sighed one sunny afternoon, reclining on the chaise lounge in your sitting room, "Can you not find something to do?"

You rubbed your swollen belly absentmindedly, your expression a mixture of exasperation and affection.

Benedict, who was attempting to balance a spoon on his nose, looked at you with a wide grin.

"Who else should I annoy if not my wife?" he quipped, causing the spoon to clatter to the floor, making him sigh.

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the smile that tugged at your lips. "Perhaps the staff, or better yet, one of your brothers?" you suggested, picking up your embroidery and resuming your work.

"But they don't react quite like you do, my love," Benedict replied, coming to sit beside you.

He placed a hand on your belly, feeling the baby kick. "Besides, I'm doing my duty as a husband. Keeping you entertained and distracted."

"Entertained? More like exasperated," you muttered, though you leaned into his touch.

The truth was, despite Benedict's constant mischief, you loved him dearly.

His playful nature was one of the things that had drawn you to him in the first place, even if it did drive you to the brink of madness at times.

Benedict's eyes sparkled with mischief as he kissed your temple. "You married me knowing full well what you were getting into," he reminded you. "A Bridgerton through and through."

You laughed softly, your annoyance melting away. "Yes, I suppose I did," you admitted. "But right now, what I need more than anything is some peace."

Benedict sighed dramatically, flopping back onto the chaise. "Peace? How dreadfully boring," he lamented, though he gave you a fond look. "Very well, my dear. I shall endeavor to be the model husband for the remainder of the afternoon."

"I'll believe it when I see it," you teased, but you appreciated his effort.

Benedict might be a handful, but he was also incredibly loving and devoted.

His heart was always in the right place, even if his methods were bizarre.

For a while, Benedict did his best to remain still and quiet, but it was a struggle for him.

You watched him with a mixture of amusement and pity. You knew how hard it was for him to suppress his natural exuberance.

After what felt like an eternity of silence, Benedict could bear it no longer.

"Would you like to take a walk in the garden?" he suggested suddenly, sitting up. "The fresh air might do us both some good."

You considered the idea. A walk did sound nice, and it would give Benedict an outlet for his restless energy.

"Alright," you agreed, setting aside your embroidery. "But no running off ahead and leaving me behind. You'll stay by my side."

"Of course, my love," Benedict agreed readily, offering you his arm. "Lead the way."

You made your way outside, the warm afternoon sun casting a golden glow over the lush gardens.

Benedict kept his promise, walking slowly and steadily beside you, his hand never leaving yours.

You strolled among the flowers, enjoying the peace and tranquility.

"You know," you said after a while, "I do appreciate your efforts to keep me entertained. But sometimes, I just need a little space."

"I understand," Benedict said, and you could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I only want to make you happy."

"You do," you assured him, squeezing his hand. "You always do. Even when you're driving me mad."

Benedict laughed, a sound that was full of love and joy. "And you, my dear, make me the happiest man in the world," he said, stopping to kiss you gently. "Even when you're scolding me."

You smiled, feeling a surge of affection for your husband. "Well, it's good to know we're equally matched in that regard," you said.

You continued your walk, enjoying each other's company and the beauty of the garden.

Benedict's energy was still palpable, but he channeled it into more subdued activities, pointing out different flowers and recounting amusing stories.

You found yourself laughing more than you had in days, grateful for your husband's irrepressible spirit.

As you rounded a corner, you came upon a bench nestled beneath a large oak tree.

"Shall we sit for a while?" Benedict suggested, guiding you to the bench.

You nodded, grateful for the rest. As you sat together, Benedict wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

"This is nice," you said softly, resting your head on his shoulder. "Just the two of us, enjoying the moment."

"It is," Benedict agreed, kissing the top of your head. "And it's a moment I'll cherish."

You sat in companionable silence, the sounds of the garden enveloping you.

You closed your eyes, feeling a sense of peace wash over you. Benedict's presence was a comfort, his love a constant reassurance.

"You know," you said after a while, "I think our child is going to have a lot of fun with you as their father."

Benedict chuckled. "I certainly hope so," he said. "I plan to be just as annoying to them as I am to you."

"Poor child," you said with a mock sigh. "They won't stand a chance."

"Or perhaps they'll be just like me," Benedict said with a grin. "And then you'll have two of us to deal with."

You groaned playfully. "Heaven help me," you said, though the thought filled you with warmth. "But I wouldn't have it any other way."

You stayed in the garden until the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over everything.

As you made your way back to the house, you felt a sense of contentment settle over you.

Despite Benedict's antics, you knew you were incredibly lucky to have him.

He was your partner, your confidant, and the love of your life.

[cocteau-tween]

benedict brink

[sillygirlsmindpalace]

Professionalism even when you're on the brink of death

Also, I didn't notice this before but I love how Benedict gets slightly startled by Andrew's sudden scream (his hand 🤭)

[seonghwalazia]

tender and divine. | Seonghwa/Reader/Hongjoong | kinktober 03

» summary: It is a heady thing, to hold such power whilst on your knees. Can do nothing but delight in it, with sweat gleaming on your skin and jaw sore from sitting pretty and obedient for near on an hour.

» pairing: Park Seonghwa / AFAB!Reader / Kim Hongjoong

» rating: explicit

» content warning for pwp, blow jobs, spit kink, pet names, praise kink, consensual cucking (hj), hair pulling, lowkey dom!sh + sub!hj, rutting, frottage

» author's note: does a funky dance i think more people should spit in joong's mouth. anyway prompts today were blowjobs + spitting<3

» ao3 link

You can feel the weight of Hongjoong’s eyes from across the room. Suffused with the static air of promises kept, heavy and warm to cling to your exposed skin and send a frisson of delight shooting right through your spine. He watches you almost obsessively, eyes wide and pleading in the dark, desperate little noises slipping free of his parted lips and you can hear the way he shifts in his seat, chair creaking and his feet tapping restlessly on the floor. He’s near the brink already, impatient and ready for the satisfaction long denied him this evening.

You can feel it all, simply from the weight of his stare. But your attention is kept elsewhere, drawn utterly by the man you kneel for, the one whose hands are buried in your fall of hair, and cupping your cheek with such gentle reverence you could weep for it.

“You’re doing so well, angel,” Seonghwa whispers to you, smiling softer than silk when he traces the curve of your cheek with the pad of his thumb. His touch is peaceful, serene; keeping you grounded and safe whilst he bruises the inside of your throat. His mood changes, as the evening plays out, as Hongjoong’s noises grow more desperate or quiet. He slams into your mouth and fucks you harshly when he groans, slows down to wipe your tears and praise you with whispered words of delicious affection every time he wriggles in his seat and presses a palm over the hard rise of his erection through his sweats. Seonghwa plays you both like practiced instruments, with clever fingers and soothing voice that wraps around you like a too-heavy blanket.

And you are grateful for it, in the way tears shine on your lashes when you peek up through them to watch Seonghwa’s face, lovingly tracing the concentrated furrow of his brow and the blissed smile curving his lips. The dusting of a flush high on his cheeks makes your thighs come together, needy to dispel the ache that lingers in your slick and wanting cunt. The thrill of satisfaction doesn't come from carnal delight, but rather the power you hold over them both. From taking Seonghwa to the brink with nothing save a worshipful mouth, to Hongjoong’s whiny moans each time he watches you blink away tears or hears you gag around Seonghwa’s cock.

It is a heady thing, to hold such power whilst on your knees. Can do nothing but delight in it, with sweat gleaming on your skin and jaw sore from sitting pretty and obedient for near on an hour. Warming him, at first; keeping him hard and languid to torture Hongjoong all the more as he is forbidden to touch - himself, or otherwise. Delegated to sit and watch, melting into a puddle of his own torment with lips bitten and face flushed. You cannot tell who he wishes to be more - Seonghwa, with his blissed out smile and wet heat wrapped lovingly around his cock. Or you - on bruised knees but so tenderly treated, cock halfway down your throat that feels like a benediction.

“Beautiful,” Seonghwa croons to you, tracing the line of your jaw and stealing your attention for himself once again. He’s a greedy thing, when all is said and done; behind closed doors, when it’s no one but you three and all that remains is the promise of delectation between needy kisses and wandering hands. Your core flutters at his praise, and you hollow your cheeks to better wrap around his length with a pleased little hum. He tenses, fingers curling until blunted nails rake your skin, and spears himself deeper into the tight sheathe of your throat.

Your breath is stolen but still you moan, deep in your chest, when he pulls out to watch the way your spit shines on the skin of his cock. Soaked, as well as your cheeks and chin and chest; he’s made a mess of you, and you cannot be anything save grateful for it. Seonghwa runs his thumb through the spit coating your chin, eyes bright from lust and the way you wait on baited breath for his next move. Already you miss the weight of his cock in you, thick and cloying on your palate and able to wring impossibly lovely noises from his stricken expression. 

“Nothing prettier than our angel on her knees, ready to serve,” Seonghwa continues after a moment, head tilted to the side and eyes flicking from you to Hongjoong. His expression darkens with a wicked curve of his smirk, and he palms his cock to better show off your slick and salacious work. 

“Always so good for us, love,” he finishes with a low brush of laughter, and you cannot tell who’s ears the words are meant for. Even still you tilt forward, mouth achingly empty and cunt pulsing with every harried beat of your heart. Seonghwa grins, lascivious and heartbreakingly beautiful, before cupping your chin. His fingertips dig into the hinge of your jaw, forcing your mouth open once again. You can barely take a breath before he’s slamming forward, your throat instinctively convulsing around the intrusion and head going breezy. But Seonghwa moans, loud and unashamed, with head thrown back and mouth dropped open to sing your praises with an approximation of your name interspersed with low moans that make your toes curl. Tears spill anew from your stinging eyes, running a river down your cheeks; but still you swallow stubbornly around his cock, breathing through your nose when Seonghwa finds enough mercy to pull out until just the head rests on your tongue, hand roving to bury in your hair before thrusting forward once more.

He fucks you rough, deep; knowing you can take it for nothing else than to please him. It burns you with every pass, throat bulging obscenely and spit drooling from your spread lips to drip down to your naked chest. But Seonghwa is close, balls tightening and chest heaving from the exertion of receiving pleasure that threatens to unravel him, fingers knotting in your hair until he pushes and pulls you along to his rhythm. Fucking your throat until his cock leaks a fountain down the bruised column, Hongjoong’s wail of desperation echoing in your ears as he finally begs with broken words for Seonghwa to let him come.

“Soon,” Seonghwa tells him with a breathless sort of laugh, hips stuttering in their rhythm as he chases his peak. Your throat aches and your head swims from lack of air but you want it - so badly it aches from your cunt to your bones. You want him to spill in your mouth, fill you with his spend and cement his claim over you, your body - everything. 

Seonghwa pulls out just as his climax begins to overtake him, face flushed and eyes heavy-lidded, still he has the presence of mind to grip to his length and use his hand to wrench your jaw open. Eyes locked on yours he jerks himself quickly, the slick sound of his tight fingers gliding over the mess you’ve made of him is loud in your ears, but still you open your mouth and tilt your face skyward, ready and waiting.

He comes with a stuttered moan, releasing on your waiting tongue. Seonghwa’s muscles go taut and you feel each thick rope of his spend land in your mouth, eyes closing at the taste of him. Thick and cloying as it lingers on your palate, thighs trembling and shifting together. He rubs the head of his cock over your lips when he finishes, gasping breaths filling the air and the steady thrum of desire in your core makes you wonder if you could finish just from this, mouth closing and groaning softly at the feel of his come filling every inch.

You dont swallow; instead you wait until the trembling of his hands has ceased and his eyes once more focus on you. He blinks through his haze, grinning sloppily and petting your cheeks. He taps your lips once, and you open your mouth to show him his work; come pooling on your tongue, staining your lips and oh but he’s wrecked you perfectly, throat red and face soaked in spit and tears, still looking up at him with love in your eyes for all he does to you.

He leans down to kiss your forehead softly, petting your hair and rubbing soothing circles into your naked shoulder. It’s hypnotic, your body listing lazily to the side as you sigh, blinking away your tears and nuzzling up into his loving touch. Seonghwa laughs, gentle and sweet, and helps you to your unsteady feet.

“Give it to him, angel,” he tells you, squeezing your hands and turning you around to look at your third piece. Hongjoong looks utterly wrecked, knuckles bleeding white where he grips to the chair, face flushed and you could swear for a moment there are tears in his eyes.

“Please,” he says, lips pressed into a pout, and you feel nothing save mercy for the wet patch over his groin, his cock still hard and straining and you coo and how badly he must ache. You leave the bubble of Seonghwa’s touch to close the distance, hand immediately falling to Hongjoong’s cheek in a tender rub of affection. He’d done so well, and Seonghwa tells him as such, voice soft from where he lays on the bed, watching you both with the languid relaxation of someone basking in their high. Your knee falls between Hongjoong’s thighs, leaning into his chair and looming above him with adoration banked in your gaze.

You cup Hongjoong’s cheek and tilt his face up, eyes shifting from the red of his lips to the red of his cheeks, from his wide and wanting eyes to the way he whispers your name. A thumb dragging his bottom lip down does the trick, his mouth opening obediently and instantly for you; your smile is a sweet one, when you lean down until your mouth hovers just a hair's breadth from his own. The promise of a kiss, your laughter low and hands tender. You take in a sharp breath before cupping his jaw, opening his mouth wider and spitting in his mouth. Slick and divine, your spit and Seonghwa’s come a gift from your mouth to his. And Hongjoong moans - high and loud and unashamed, tongue dipping out to better receive. His lashes flutter at the taste, your fingertips dragging in his skin when he swallows it all down. 

You rake nails through his hair and press a kiss to his forehead, whispering words of praise. “Go on,” you encourage him with a wicked gleam painting the curve of your smile. Hongjoong nods, eagerly, palms connecting instantly to your hips until his fingertips drag deep into the give of your flesh. He pulls you down and pushes himself forward, hips thrusting until he can grind the hard rise of his still-clothed erection against your knee.

His panting breaths fill the room, high-pitched moans from a heaving chest as his eyes scrunch shut. Expression crumpling beautifully, he chases his pleasure by rutting like a hound against your offered leg, keening and quick and slurred-together words of thanks spilling from between bitten lips. Hips jerking forward and up, nails sinking into your hips until you suspect you’ll wear a half-dozen crescents for a few hours after this. He looks up at you like a supplicant at worship, unashamed as he grinds and pants and pathetically laps up any and all of your attention. 

He comes with a cry of your name, back bowing forward until he curls around you, forehead pressing to your sternum and wet and panting breaths puffing against the curve of your breast. His hair is tangled and sweaty, but still your fingers sink into the locks with a coo of his name, Seonghwa’s satisfied laughter curling around you both like languid smoke.

[paolo-streito-1264]

Benedict Brink.

[theroyalhouseofwindenburg]

A Realm Divided

In the months following Margaery’s passing, the winds of change swept through the realm. A ship from Tartosa arrived, sent to retrieve Empress Mary and Princess Augusta and bring them back to their homeland. As the day of departure drew near, the quay of Windenburg Harbor became a hub of activity, with crowds of people gathering to bid farewell. Servants bustled about, preparing the cargo for the voyage, while the air was thick with a mix of melancholy and anticipation.

Augusta, poised on the brink of departure, offered a soft smile, her eyes reflecting a hint of nostalgia. “Windenburg will always be a part of me. But my path leads elsewhere now,” she said, her voice laced with both resolve and a touch of sadness.

King Edward, his gaze burdened with concern, responded, “I worry about what lies ahead. This kingdom, this land, is ever on the brink of something unexpected.”

Augusta met his eyes, her tone gentle but firm. “You’ve always been cautious, Edward. It’s why you’re a good king. But remember, you can’t control everything. Sometimes, you have to let the tide carry you where it will.”

Edward nodded thoughtfully, the weight of her words sinking in. “I know. It’s just that with you gone, it feels like one more anchor is being lifted. Mary… she will need you in Tartosa. But I’ll miss having you near.”

Augusta reached out, her voice filled with affection. “And I will miss you, brother. But you’re stronger than you give yourself credit for. Windenburg is in good hands.”

As the final words hung in the air, King Edward and Augusta embraced, the weight of their shared past and uncertain futures pressing close. Edward felt a pang of longing, but he was comforted by the warmth of his sister’s presence.

“We’ll meet again one day, won’t we?” Edward whispered, his voice tinged with both hope and reluctance.

Augusta smiled against his shoulder, holding him just a bit tighter. “Of course we will,” she replied softly, her words a quiet promise. “Nothing will keep us apart for long.”

In that moment, the world outside their embrace faded away, leaving only the solace they found in each other’s presence. As Augusta held her brother close, her smile lingered, a small yet unwavering beacon of the bond they would always share, no matter the distance.

Edward, Cordelia, and Prince Alvin stood on the beach, watching as the ship bearing Augusta and Mary slipped further from the shore. The vessel’s departure was more than just a farewell; it was a stark reminder of Edward’s pressing need to marry. With Augusta and Mary departing for Tartosa and Margaery now resting under Westsimster Abbey, his household had shrunk dramatically. The emptiness of the beach mirrored the hollow space left in his life, and Edward's thoughts turned grimly to the future. The necessity of finding a new companion to fill the void left by those he had lost weighed heavily on his mind.

As the years moved forward, Windenburg flourished under King Edward’s reign. The kingdom enjoyed a rare period of peace and prosperity, bolstered by strong alliances with Tartosa and Bagley. Edward’s reign saw a golden age of construction and growth. The city's skyline, once sparse, now boasted a profusion of buildings, homes, and churches, thanks to the kingdom’s immense wealth. Taxes were lowered, bringing contentment to the populace, who reveled in the stability and progress of their land.

The alliance with Bagley was fortified by mutual interests, and when Bagley Castle burned down in 1353, Edward generously supported the construction of Bagley Hall. The new royal residence was a marvel of architecture, surpassing its predecessor in grandeur and functionality. Within its walls, King Edward and King Henry of Bagley sealed their alliance with a treaty, their handshake marking the pact with both ceremony and finality.

Yet, as prosperity reigned throughout most of Windenburg, shadows loomed over Britechester Castle. In the spring of 1356, the death of Benedict, Duke of Britechester, cast a pall over the court. Princess Jane, now widowed for the second time, mourned her loss while preparing to face a new chapter. As the Chaplain’s prayers echoed through the halls, Benedict and Jane’s eldest son Richard, at just sixteen, grappled with the daunting responsibilities of his new title. The weight of leadership fell heavily on his young shoulders.

In the wake of Benedict’s death, Princess Jane and her youngest son, Robert, were conveyed to Windenburg Castle. Jane, enveloped in mourning black, felt as if the hand of fate was unrelenting in its cruelty. Her return to court was marked by a deep sense of foreboding Not long after, the court welcomed the Arnold family, returning after years of controversy surrounding Lady Dorthea’s death. Her younger brother, Philip, was bestowed the title of Count of Westfield in a grand public ceremony. Amid the festivities, Edward’s gaze was drawn to Adelaide, Philip’s eighteen year old granddaughter. Her striking beauty and spirited demeanor captivated him instantly.

As summer unfolded, Edward and Adelaide’s connection deepened. Their days were spent exploring the lush gardens of Windenburg Castle and riding horseback along moonlit shores. Their bond grew as they discovered shared passions and a profound emotional connection. For Edward, Adelaide became a beacon of joy and light, a match to his own soul in a world that had seen its share of darkness.

However, tranquility was soon shattered by turmoil in Bagley. In 1358, Lord Roderic Henford, once a trusted advisor to King Henry, ignited a rebellion against his sovereign. The insurrection, swift and brutal, caught Henry’s forces off guard, plunging the realm into chaos. Henford’s army executed surprise attacks on key positions, leaving widespread devastation in their wake.

Bagley's countryside became a relentless battleground, with Henford’s forces encircling the land and laying siege with ferocious determination. The once thriving kingdom was thrown into a state of upheaval, as Henford’s rebellion not only threatened the stability of Bagley but also jeopardized the broader alliances that had ensured peace for Windenburg. The conflict raged on, with heavy casualties on both sides, and the outcome teetered precariously.

At Windenburg Castle, King Edward convened an urgent council to address the crisis. King Henry sat beside him, visibly at a loss and burdened by the weight of his faltering kingdom. Edward, his brow furrowed with concern, offered his counsel, "You must fortify your defenses and seek out potential allies who can shift the balance of power. Strength and unity are your greatest weapons now."

Despite his attempts to provide guidance and support, Edward's words seemed to barely touch the depth of Henry's despair. The rebellion underscored how quickly peace could unravel, casting a long shadow over their hard-won stability. As the council session continued, Henry's silence became a palpable presence in the room, his eyes distant and lost in the weight of the crisis.

As the discussion wound down, Edward glanced at Henry, hoping for some sign of resolution or hope. Instead, he was met with the sight of him staring blankly at the council table, his grief so profound that it seemed to drown out any possibility of immediate action. The weight of their shared predicament pressed heavily on both of them.

[digitalfountains]

Irene Guarenas by Benedict Brink

- Purple Magazine, Fall/Winter 2018

[les-larmes-d-eros]

Photo Benedict Brink

[benophieslove]

BENOPHIESLOVE MASTERLIST

all of my works are posted on ao3 under the username @/angiesdiary!!

one shots:

• baby, let's be in love: Sophie's secret is out and Benedict is furious with her. Violet senses that something is wrong after seeing her son walking away from the nursery and decides to take matters into her own hands.

She encourages Benedict to meet a young eligible lady, Mary Edgeware, since it's time for him to find someone to marry. Will her plan to push her son into admitting his feelings for Sophie work?

• in the shadows of desire: Sophie’s first day working at the Bridgerton household seems to be a lot more challenging than she originally thought when Benedict makes an appearance. Their usual banter takes a different turn when Benedict realises they're all alone.

• a forgotten passion: While he's recovering from his cold, Benedict realises he enjoys Sophie's company more and more with each passing day. What happens, though, when Sophie brings up a sensitive topic from his past?

• kiss me underneath the moonlight: With Sophie working for his family, Benedict finds it increasingly difficult to steal moments alone with her. Every time they run into each other, they are inevitably interrupted, leaving them longing for more.

multi-chapters:

• secrets beneath the silk: Sophia Maria Gunningworth is on the brink of her debut season, ready to enchant London's elite with her beauty and charm.

But Sophie keeps a deep secret; her affection for Benedict Bridgerton, a footman in her household who seems to be distancing himself from her with each passing day.

How will she be able to find the balance between her duty and her undoubted love for a man she cannot have?

more to come soon...

[notsofunsenpai]

Little feet scamper across the brown crosshatch tile floor. She ran up to a slightly opened door,pushing it open all the way . Climbing up her parents' bedside

"Dad!Dad! Pway time time!" She excited, said as her dad promised they would play tea party today if she ate all her veggies last night. Alastor had his eyes close,listening to his daughter,he wanted more shut eye because it was probably the brink of the morning,"Luci..You're daughter's awake." His voice husky,sounding irregular.

Lucifer was lying on Alastor's arm,snuggling him,drooling with a messy bed head. He lets out a small groan,not wanting to get up either,"Before sunrise, she's your daughter,Al."

"Twea party!" She excitedly said,practically jumping up and down on the bed,then slapping her tiny hands on Alastor's face, who opened his eyes finally and smiled at his daughter,"Good morning my child." He said, taking his arm back from Lucifer, who whined, but the red demon ignored him,wrapping his arms around his super hyper chid,"How about some breakfast first? I'll make your favorite cornbeef hash with egg on toast." Her taller father suggested.

"Yesth!!" Charlie beamed at her dad,making him smile sweetly at her.

"Can i have eggs benedict?" Lucifer asked softly.

"No. Make your own breakfast. Breakfast is only for those who actually are up. Though..." Alastor pretends to think as he cuddles his daughter who squeals with delight,"If you were to get Charlie ready for the day for the day, then maybe I'll consider it.hhmm sounds that sound?"

He watched his lover sit up slowly,hanging his head with his eyes closed,"You're so sneaky..." he mumbles as Alastor smile only grew.

"You're hungry, aren't you? I say it's a fair deal. You get Charlie ready while you're doing that. I'll make us all breakfast."

The blonde opens his eyes,taking a second before smiling,taking his daughter from Alastor,"Come onn, Char Char! Let's get you all ready!" He excitedly said,rocking her in his arms.

Charlie shakes her head,"Noo, play with daddd." She said,wanting to play with her father.

"Charlie,honey,i am your dad!" Lucifer pouts as his daughter shakes her head.

"You're mwama!" She said as Lucifer face turned slightly pink,hearin' Alastor chuckling.

"Welll, uhh, let's play with Mama then..." Lucifer shyly said,getting up from the bed,going to the door.

"Have fun, Mwama~." Alastor taunts lightly,his lover turn his head slightly to look him to only mouth to him to shut up. The two blondes left the room as Alastor got up,and he got his morning clothes on along with quickly brushing his short red hair and then putting it into a small ponytail. He goes into the kitchen to start making breakfast,whistling softly to himself,enjoying the peacefulne-

"AH! CHARLIE NO! DON'T DO THAT! "

Alastor hears his lover but keeps cooking,"Sounds like they are having fun. " he chuckles,"Good for them."

Lucifer had told Charlie to stay still for a second while he ran the bath water,making sure it was not too hot or cold.

While little Charlie's father was busy,she decided to play submarine, meaning she saw the toilet paper,taking it and putting it in the toilet,getting on her tippy toes, and pressing the handle.

Water was quickly filling up,Lucifer took notice of it immediately and was panicking,"AHH! CHARLIE NO! DON'T DO THAT!!". He quickly goes to the toilet, putting his hands to get the toliet paper out as quickly as he can while Charlie is going through the cabinets.

Lucifer turns his head,"Honey,no! Don't go inside of there! Get out of the cabinet!" He said desperately,finally getting the toilet unclogged,throwing it away in the nearby trash can. He quickly wipes his hands on his ducky pajamas.

Ew- he's gonna have to wash them later...

He picks up Charlie,"Come on, kiddo.lets, get you cleaned up." Sighing,taking the unplugged razor he uses for shaving out of her hands,placing it on the counter.

Moments later, Charlie is splashing around in the tub,playing with the rubber duck toys as Lucifer gets soaked in the process while trying to add the bubble bath.

"You're gonna be the death of me." Lucifer said, looking at all the water on the floor that he has to clean up along with himself.

He gets a rag,dipping it in the water before,ringing it out and cleaning Charlie's face, which she didn't like at all,splashing more water on him. He was quick with it before doing her ears next. She nearly bites him,thankfully, he moved his hand away in time,"Charlie, i know you're gonna hate me... but i gotta wash your hair."

"Nyooo!" Charlie splashes around as Lucifer is mentally screaming on the inside. He takes ahold of her gently,while the other hand gets the shower hose,turning it on and wetting her hair in which Charlie squirmed around some more,trying to get away from the scary snake.

Luckily for her poor father, her hair didn't take long to get wet,he put baby shampoo in her hair. He learned his lesson last time for using shampoo for adults. Let's just say there was a lot of screaming and crying while Alastor got pissed at him while he eased his daughter cries.

"Nooo! Scarryy!" Charlie cries.

"It's okay,it's okay, darling! I'm right here!." He massages the shampoo in her hair with his free hand before getting the hose to rinse her hair.

"It won't hurt,i promise! I would never want to hurt you." He reassures her,squeezing her hair before continuing rinsing it out. Tears start to fall down Charlie's eyes as her whimpers turn into cries. Lucifer had just finished rinsing her hair. He takes his crying child out,wrapping her in a warm towel,bouncing her in his arms while drying her off.

"It's okay,you're fine, see? That wasn't so bad ." He said, hugging her while her cries soften a little.

"Let's get you dried off, and you can see dada, okay?" He said, smiling softly at her.

She sniffs,nodding at him as he dries her off,putting clothes on her along with drying her hair, then brushing it. He also helped brush her teeth.

Alastor just finished making the food not too long ago,like five minutes ago.

Truth be told, he was gonna check up on his lovely husband earlier, but he heard tons of splashing,deciding maybe not. He had already finished his food it was venison sausage with one sunny side up egg,with orange juice to drink. He was washing his plate,stopping when he heard wet footsteps behind him and his daughter happily singing.

He turns to see his drenched husband,"Awww,did you have fun?" He asked,putting the plate down,whipping he hands on his white apron. He has his arms open for her in which she ran excitedly to him,giving her dad a big hug.

Alastor looks at Lucifer,grinning.

"I need an hour... to clean up and clean the mess.. one hour is all i need love." The blonde mumbles,turing around going back to the bathroom.

The Radio Demon laughs heartily,"Come on honey, let's get something in that little tummy of yours." He says as Charlie excitedly nods her head.

Once Charlie had aten,Alastor put some cartoons on to distract her while he cleans the dishes,leaving his husband's plate in the microwave to stay warm, then cleans the tabel,and around the house some. Once finished, he goes to charlie,"Ready to have that tea party, or do you wanna watch more of that tv more?" He asked,patiently waiting for an answer.

She practically jumped up in joy,"TWEA PWARTY!!"she says as her dad chuckles.

Lucifer comes out of the bathroom in his normal lazy day clothes, which is just some sweats and black shirt,he had also cleaned the bathroom. He goes to the kitchen, and as he walks by, he sees his a sight,so dear to his heart. He smiles softly, seeing his husband in a pink flowly dress wearing a tiara while his daughter was dress like a queen as they are drinking tea.

"Your Highness,would you like more tea dear?" Alastor asked politely.

"Yes!" Charlie exclaimed as Alastor poured the tea elegantly,even adding one lump of sugar for her. The blonde girl giggles,drinking some of the tea as her eyes light up as she sees her mwama!

She waves frantically,"Hwoo Mwama!!!" She said,making Alastor glance at him.

"Awww,hello sweetly. Having fun? Hmm?" Lucifer smiles adoringly at her.

"Yess!!"

"Hon,your foods in the microwave. " Alastor said,making the other's heart melt even more.

God,how did Lucifer get so lucky with the most wonderful family ever?

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Benedict Bridgerton x reader: part 6

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Part 5

The next morning Benedict was on the brink of causing a true scandal as he sat across from her, chatting lightly with those around the table as he impatiently waited for breakfast to finish and whisk her into the garden. He was desperate to be alone with her yet terrified of the reality in which he would have to contain himself, his imagination ran wild and made him think she would run into his arms and they would fall into the bushes. In reality he was sure they would both be tense, his heart would beat out of his chest and she would be able to watch it run circles around her before crumpling to the ground. 

Y/n was in no better a state as she avoided his eyes, her thighs tensing as she recalled how he's looked, tired and half dressed. It was angelic, the moonlight dancing along his skin, the look in his eyes, his hair darkening his face. She was a mess, afraid to be alone in the gardens, she knew a maid would be no further than a few steps behind but she was certain the fear of a scandal could not prevent her from pulling him into her. She had returned to her bedroom swiftly after she had seen him, too anxious to see if he had lingered as she knew her resolve would crack. It frustrated her to no end that she felt so enamoured by Benedict, of all the suitors and men who had tried to catch her affection he had been successful in a way she didn't think was real. An unladylike want, a feral and primal need to feel him, she imagined this was what the maids spoke of when they discussed the women of the night. Was she in such a state as they appeared to be? Was she destined to end up in some whore house in soho under different gentleman each night, disgraced for having touched herself? But it had felt so good, so right to her, to feel that rush and the slight shame afterwards had quickly been diminished by seeing Benedict. 

"Are you excited to see the Gardens?" Y/n was snapped from her trance, her eyes moving from her fork to Violet as maids began clearing the table, the older woman giving her a gentle smile as Y/n send one back.

"Of course, i am quite excited to see all the flowers you have." Violet gave her another smile as she stood, all the siblings and guests moving from the table as Benedict hastily pushed his hands into his pockets and moved towards her. Keeping his eyes on her face as he gave her a smile and extended his arm, Y/n sliding her palm along his bicep as she wrapped her wrist around his arm. The lightest of contact making his hand clench against his hip bone to hide his arousal, taking a deep breath as he took in her perfume, head swimming as he moved towards the garden. Her fingers tapping against the fabric of his shirt as they made awkward small talk, well aware of the maid a few paces behind as they looked away from one another.

"We planted sunflowers last year and they are sprouting quite nicely." Y/n hummed as she looked at the patch of yellow flowers almost as tall as Benedict, her fingers clenching on his bicep as she smiled up at him.

"It is beautiful, you have a magnificent garden, it must be lovely to spend the summer evenings on the grass." Benedict smiled nodding at Y/n as his mind wandered, imagining her laid on the grass, a small blanket beneath her as she sipped a bubbly drink, small children running around as he dropped next to her and kissed her cheek. 

"It was, growing up my father used to bring my mother and all of us outside when it began to cool and they'd sit and watch us play." Y/n looked down, a sad smile on her face as she ran her hand up and down his arm in a comforting manner that sent shocks through his body. The pair began moving towards the larger garden area, hidden away from the house as the maid wandered behind and picked her nails, Y/n not paying attention as she ran her free hand along the flowers catching Benedict's attention. 

"LUCY!" Eloise screamed making the maid jump as she turned seeing the black haired bridgerton girl come storming over, huffing about something as she tried to pull the maid away. The poor woman trying to explain she was chaperoning as Y/n felt her throat go dry as Eloise succeeded in dragging the poor woman away to find something.

"It's fine! They're fine i need your help now!" Eloise wasn't letting up as she kept pulling the maid away, Benedict feeling heat spike as he felt how close Y/n was, no prying eyes nearby as he looked down at her.

"Would you like to continue or go back inside?" His voice was low, almost a whisper as Y/n lightly bit her lip in thought and looked towards the house and back to him.

"Continue...please." Benedict could feel the tension in his trousers as she whispered the please, she was doing things to him without a single thought, so innocent and ripe for him to take. 

They walked for a few minutes as he guided her further from any prying eyes, his own selfish mind wanting to be completely alone, just the two of them in world of their own. A fantasy in his mind that he craved to be real whilst Y/n was sure her heart was going to burst out her chest as she fiddled with her dress. Guiding her towards a small bench Benedict offered her a seat which she quickly took, wanting to fan herself at how hot she felt although it wasn't from the sun, taking a seat next to her Benedict tried not to look at her. He knew that would make him break and he wasn't sure he would be able to stop himself from leaning in and claiming her plush lips, to see how they would gradually turn more red as he moved his against her. 

"You are beautiful." Benedict breathed out, his mind racing as his eyes widened, not expecting the words to come out as Y/n's head to snapped towards him and stared at him as he kept his eyes on the grass. The garden was silent, Benedict concentrating on her breathing before she placed a hand on his cheek and moved his head to look at her. 

"Benedict." Y/n didn't know what she wanted to say but as she looked into his eyes she felt like all the oxygen had been stolen from her lungs. His eyes were blown, eyelids barely holding open as he openly gazed at her lips, licking his own as he darted his eyes up towards her own eyes and back to where her lips were slightly parted. He wanted to beg for her to let him kiss her, on his knees infront of the whole ton to hell with etiquette and society if it meant he could feel her lips against his. 

"You are so beautiful Y/n, you do not understand what you do to me. Your simple touch sets my body alight, your presence makes me question my morals. You make me wish to no longer be a gentleman and i am tortured by the knowledge that i am a gentleman, because i am trying so hard to be one for you. To be the gentleman who does not want to press you against the wall and steal your breath, to the gentleman who can say i am only your friend and could happily see you dance with another without wanting to steal you away. To be the gentleman who does not look upon you like the angel you are and beg the heavens to take me so i can be with you. But i am being tried every waking moment i am near you, i am inconsolable when i am away from you and i do not know if i can take this pain knowing you are so close. I need you." Y/n did not have time to process his words before his lips touched hers, her hand on his cheek hovering over his skin as her other grasped the bench in shock. Both his hands grasping her cheeks as he pushed every emotion into the kiss, feeling how she melted against him, her hand touching his cheek as she relaxed into the kiss. Letting out a groan he moved a hand to her waist and pulled her against his body, the bench making it impossible for him to press against her and feel her body against his own. He cursed the bench in his mind, wanting it to disappear and leave them a mess on the ground. Benedict pulled back, giving Y/n time to breathe as he tried to collect himself, aware of how her chest was moving up and down and cheeks stained red, the beautiful pink of her lips darker than usual. Her eyes were the prettiest part, the colour almost completely gone as she gazed up at him, her lips parted and hair slightly dishevelled from his hands which still held her cheeks in a loving hold. Her own coming to grasp his as she pressed into his hands and closed her eyes taking a deep breath. Opening her eyes once more as she gave him a sad smile, his heart racing as he waited for her to speak.

"Benedict, i...i do not want you to be gentleman. I want you to do everything you can think of, but i cannot risk marrying." With her worlds he was sure he could feel his heart physically break and bleed out inside his chest, a mixture of pain and pure lust that didn't sit well with him. She looked so innocent as she spoke those words, wanting him to ravish her yet she didn't wish to marry him. She didn't want to be his. 

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and my saint she is dancing ✩••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

astro/cherry, she/they, 22, hopeless romantic, submissive man supporter, smut addict, edward nashton's gf.

✷ all characters are automatically 18+ when I write them.

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tear you apart // vampire!eddie munson (nsfw/18+)

✷ [inspired bytear you apart by she wants revenge] eddie's got two secrets from you. one he has to tell you before it takes over his whole being and drives him to the brink of insanity, forever changing him into a beast of instinct only. The other is that he's a vampire. A blood thirsty, fanged, silver-fearing vampire. he'd rather tell you he loves you.

spiderhead // mcu!peter parker (nsfw/18+)

✷ [inspired by spiderhead by cage the elephant] loving peter, hating Spiderman, being left for dead, and impossible secrets. Also the damn Lizard. -- spiderperson!reader

currently listening to...

✷ spiderhead // cage the ele

✷ i'm not made by design // nothing but thieves

✷ paint the town blue // ashniko

✷ i am my own muse // fall out boy

✷ broken machine // nothing but thieves

tags ✩••̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

# pete // mcu!peter

# parker // tasm!peter

# ben // benedict bridgerton

# jask // jaskier

# edward // ed nashton

# viktor // viktor (arcane)

# matty // matt murdock

# stevey // steve harrington

# eds // eddie munson