#benediction🙏

[shoot1ngst4r]

going out of your way to search up [insert character] ANGST and all you get is smut

[secrettastemakerland]

oh colin bridgerton you are so loved (by benedict bridgerton first and foremost) (and me too of course)

[fruitytulip]

[saintcarrionn]

if there isn't a classical cover of teenage dream at some point in bridgerton then what is the point really

[lemondropletters]

hmmm…something something mysterious benedict society x alice in wonderland au…hmm hmm

[false-anomaly]

🕯manifesting your bi benedict post happens 🕯I noticed Twitter is a cesspool against benedict liking men and soooooo sure that they're going to get Sophie that I hope they DO give him a male love interest instead!!! Gay fans deserve it

We can only hope 🕯🕯🕯

[skyrigel]

GIVE ME MORE BENEDICT SHORTS NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWW 😖😖😖😭😭😭 I BEGGGGGG 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️🧎‍♀️‍➡️

Just like that | B.B

Warning: 18 +, handjob, cock worshipping, first time, inexperienced!reader ( lemme know if any other ) words : 1k

Rigel's note 🪩 : just because you begged ;) [ nah, ily ] got the idea from the emoji btw, thanks for being cute Mic <333 My requests are open everyone :)

" Like this ? "

He shaked his head and in swift soundless movements, he was behind you. His whole body was pressed to you and his face just mere inches away from caressing your cheek. He was quite amused when your dropped your brush.

" Here—" Benedict picked it up and his fingertips lingered more than it should before a cocky smile made it's way to his beautiful face.

" No, no." He pouted and took your wrist, his chin resting on your shoulder as he guided your stance, " like this, see, now—" He began moving his hand that armoured around yours, the soused brush stroked against the canvas in smooth easy way.

" Is this good ? " You made the mistake of turning your face to him, he smiled when your cheeks flushed pink, a shade your brush withheld but not as bright as it glittered you. Benedict made no effort to back away, his breath mingled with yours as his mouth lowered carefully, slowly and slowly, his fingers brushed against your face, thumb caressing the colour he had painted you in.

" This is very good." He whsipered on your lips breathlessly, taking the brush away from your hand and you gave in, his eye's never leaving yours, he enjoyed it very much.

" Benedict...." You gasped when he held your waist, pulling you closer, your eye's widened and he exhaled delightfully, you could feel his hardened desire against you.

His nose nuzzled on your hot skin and you crumbled against his proximity, he was hardening more, his erection was shooting shivers down in your bones and flesh.

" I am out of my mind." He breathed sharply as he withdrew his hands, shaking from holding back from you.

His expressions were pained as he closed his eyes, what you wouldn't give to see him smile, to take this pain away.

Your eyes, shameless as they got, stared at his crotch, Benedict's jaw slacked when he caught you red handed and you looked up, too dazed.

" Funny isn't, the thing you do to me." He laughed but it was humour less, it burned with longing and want and accusation. He ran a hand through his hair, biting down his lower lip.

" Benedict I..." He looked up, you stumbled on your words, your hands trembled, you were always a curious one, but it was more than curiousity. It was desire and passion.

" Can I touch you ? " Your heart was racing so fast that you wouldn't be surprised if it broke out of your ribs and fell, instead you would pick it up and give it to Benedict, it belonged to him anyway.

Benedict blinked, once and then the corner of his lips quirked, he cleared his throat and his adam rippled, it amazed you how beautiful and rhythmic everything about him was.

" Are you...are you sure ? " He all but groaned, his eyes were twinkling, like a dream come true, you nodded.

Your hands were getting sweaty as Benedict removed his breeches, he chuckled when you stared, no, you were gawking at his length.

Benedict was well built, everything about him was big and loud and as it felt, there was no exceptions.

And the next you knew was that, he was beautiful, nerves pulsed rhythmically as his eyes dazed, his mouth curved when he sat on the couch, you were standing in front of him, still gawking.

" You are...you are beautiful." You said looking up from your lashes, realising you had said it out aloud. Benedict's grin was splitting his whole face, reaching ear to ear.

You moved slowly and carefully, wiping your hands on your satin clothes, he was too beautiful and precious, you were afraid to leave marks.

You tips touched the head of his cock, and it twitched at the contact, Benedict huffed a strained breath, he was smiling. A electrifying force jolted from the touch, shooting in your whole body, you buzzed inside out, when you looked up at him, you smiled too.

" It's... it's wet." You said, thumb caressing his tip as if it were his cheek, sticky silvery fluid beaming it up.

" Uh huh." Benedict shifted, a gasp escaped his lip as he tried to bite it down when you held him in your fist, he liked that, you could that tell behind the pain, there was pleasure indeed.

You applied pressure, Benedict's eyes softened, " move, " he moaned, cupping your hand and guiding it up and down in smooth strokes, he was being so needy and it drived you crazy, how much you wanted to please him.

" like this ? " You asked, a playful smile playing on your lips.

He nodded languidly, eyes blown when you increased your pace, he was panting and his throat started making sounds that came deeper from his body, your palm were slippery with his fluid as you were breathing hard, your stomach clenched to think how beautiful a naked Benedict would look, how perfectly you would paint him, just for yourself, your own masterpiece.

You felt your thighs tightened at how big he was, how beautiful, how soft and how warm. Benedict's head was thrown back as your heaving increased, the side of your hand hitting his groin, skin against skin as Benedict rolled his hip, he was majestic and magnificent.

" I will...I am gonna—" whatever he was going to say was drowned in a sharp cry as waves of white silvery cum flashed in a joltic eruption, it got on your face, your hands, your chest, your whole body.

Benedict was chanting your name as he came, his cheeks flushed, lids blown.

He looked wide, he couldn't hide how much he liked the sight of you like this, dripping in his cum as he tucked a strand of your hair back.

" Baby, just like that." He smiled, kissing you hard and soft, all glitter and confetti.

[skitskatdacat63]

"Arrogant, ruthless, and by all reports (including his own) utterly charming."

(I don't know why I drew this but please take Revolutionary War British officer George, I think it suits him, okay!!!)

+ George Russell the type of guy to t-pose in front of rebels

+ the usual

Okay first of all, process, as always:

I drew this in one day hahaha....Actually really fun! I haven't finished anything in almost a month, and haven't painted for even longer, so I'm kinda dying at the fact that 18th century George Russell got me motivated 😭 Sometimes when painting, I realize I have free will and can actually just start painting over the lineart, and that's the best moment of every drawing process 🙏

Also I'm very proud of his face!!! I've said before, but art progression is such a weird thing. You'll keep repeating to your self "I'm no good at [insert art thing.]" And then randomly realized you can in fact do it. That's me with drawing real people's faces 😭 I'm just so shocked I got his face pretty good in one try!!!

Okay about the pose and quote. God its so fun to misappropriate quotes for my own evil deeds. Both of these are from this one officer from the Revolution: Banastre Tarleton. Idk, I randomly saw his painting in a history video, and it's stuck in my mind ever since. And then yesterday, bcs I spent a lot of time looking at George, I'm like "hey you know what he kinda reminds me of-" and thus we have this.

I just found that quote about him from some historian to be funny, so I put it as a caption, as I would with Napoleon. This won't be an AU by any means but. I think if George was in the Revolution, he'd be the most stereotypical, evil British villain in American media type guy ever. And Tarleton is kinda that guy tbh, to the point where him and others like Arnold Benedict are the poster boys of evil Revolution guys. He even has a mocking nickname! "Bloody Tarleton/Ban", very "Osama bin Russell," no? 😭

Some notable moments from Tarleton's campaign that I think fit George: Apparently killed a bunch of American soldiers after they surrendered, making sure everyone was dead(😭😭), threatened to burn an American general's house down to make him surrender and then took him hostage, went toe to toe with George Washington himself and Washington even taunted him and Tarleton got a shot in, has a helmet named after him(very slayful.)

[elennemigo]

Benedict and Sophie dancing on the stage! 💃🕺 (Letters Live special event for The KOKO Foundation)

"Benedict Cumberbatch and Sophie Hunter were dancing together initially , and then, Sophie went back behind the curtain, but when a partner was called for, B went to get her again. Very sweet." (From leeannrvn on Twitter. Thank you!🙏 )

[darcytaylor]

Bridgerton’s Valentine’s Day Surprise

Bridgerton just gave us the tiniest crumb of news, and I love it! Their post today is all about “welcoming the Season of Love” with a special event on Valentine’s Day. Here’s the caption from their official post:

"Do join us as we welcome in the Season of Love, with a special gathering to be held on the most cherished day of the year, February 14. Esteemed members of the Ton shall be in attendance. Perhaps even a few whisperings from Season 4 may reveal themselves… Make haste and RSVP soon!"

A Valentine’s Day celebration with possible hints about Season 4? Sign me up!

The video they shared features some behind-the-scenes glimpses of Season 4, and I don’t know about you, but even the tiniest peek is enough to get my heart racing.

The promise of “whisperings from Season 4.” What are we talking about here? (I would love a small look at Polin season 4 🙏 I know, I know, season 4 is all about Benedict, but I still need my Polin!)

And of course the timing would be on Valentines Day, such an on-brand way for Bridgerton to kick off the hype for what they’re calling the “Season of Love.”

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[choccy-milky]

TADA!!! also my MC Alicent has seven siblings

Benedict , Charlotte, twins Dana and Elias , Fredric and Gwendolyn and adopted sister Renee. Sebastian is jealous at Benedict is mocking him, he's the one who's fighting his sister.

THIS IS IS SO CUTEE AAA THANK YOU FOR THIS😭💖clora is very good with kids so i could 1000% see this happening, her just surrounded by a swarm of children that sebastian has to combat LMAOO. also im dead at sebastian ready to throw hands with a literal child that's sticking too close to clora🤺🤺 LMFAOOOO he is so sane i love him💀 thank u again for drawing this and including clora with alicent and all her siblings this is so wholesome!!!😭🙏💖💖

[fruitytulip]

I love this so much!!! Please tell me you’re gonna make an actual fic out of this

For the ask game, 9. “I’m trusting you, please don’t make me regret it” is a good one. You can do this with any of the good guys or bad guys you want.

“And just to be clear, you want me to…keep an eye on Miss Contraire while you prepare her surprise for her birthday?” Nathaniel asked, confused. “Yes,” Sticky said. “Don’t you worry about me doing something bad in your absence?” Nathaniel asked. “I could run around rampant, could kidnap her, try to squeeze out information from her tiny little head until it explodes—“ “Stop,” Sticky said. “I’m trusting you. Please don’t make me regret it.” Oh. Well, in that case… “I don’t intend to let you down,” Nathaniel said. “Keep the surprise secret from me.” Sticky nodded. “You’ll do fine.”

Hope you don’t mind a combination of both for this drabble! 😈

[asgoodeasgold]

"Super married"

🔊 on) I have edited the best bits from this rarely seen Matthew Goode interview (only one copy remains as far as I know, on tumblr - see credits).

Goodey, on top form as usual, talks about The Imitation Game, spending a good part of the interview praising Benedict Cumberbatch. He flashes his wedding ring "Married man, married man" when footage is shown of his character Hugh flirting with the ladies, and then goes on to say he is "super married" when talking about possible romance between his character Finn and Alicia in The Good Wife 😂 (I think he was recently married to Sophie and seemed to relish the idea, this is super cute 💝).

The best bit is when he asked whether the glass in front of him contained gin or water 😂. Wishful thinking. 

📷 My edits from KTLA interview with Matthew Goode (Nov 2014) via @di-elle tumblr blog (see link ⬇️). Thank you to @pleasereadmeok for helping me find it 🙏. Last pic my edit from KTLA.

[fruity-legos]

Ok chat finally dropping my CORRECT analysis of ma meilleure ennemie cuz I fear no one has been interpreting it correctly idk maybe some of y'all have. But my first language is French and I NEED EVERYONE TO UNDERSTAND THE MEANING OF THE SONG 🙏

@mythicalmagical-monkeyman @rainofthetwilight and anyone else who watched arcane ig?

Oh lyrics in green, red lyrics are the translation for you nonspeaking french fools /jjj

Ok so chat. THIS IS NOT ONLY A LOVE SONG BUT IT ALSO REFLECTS ON THE OTHER TIMELINES AND RAHFHSJJSJSDND LET ME EXPLAIN

first of all the title means my best enemy but I'll come back to it later

Ok so the song starts by "je t'aime, je te hais" repeating over and over and there's not much to say here except that it reflects on the whole love aspect of the song

Ok after

'T'es la meilleure chose qui m'est arrivée

Mais aussi la pire chose qui m'est arrivée

Ce jour où je t'ai rencontrée, j'aurais peut-être préféré

Que ce jour soit jamais arrivé (arrivé)'

which means :

'You're the best thing that happened to me

But also the worst thing that happened to me

This day where I met you, I maybe would have preferred

That this day never happened (happened)'

So basically this is ekko talking about how POWDER was the best thing to happen to him but JINX was the worst, and when he talks about the day he met powder, he's talking about the fact that if they never met he would have never gave her and vi the job and they would have never been in danger

'La pire des bénédictions

La plus belle des malédictions'

Which means :

'The worst benediction

The prettiest curse'

Again ekko talking how it's a benediction to know her but the worst cus yk she's a jinx and stuff, and the prettiest curse stuff honestly it's just bro admitting his ass is inlove with her💀

'De toi, j'devrais m'éloigner

Mais comme dit le dicton

"Plutôt qu'être seul, mieux vaut être mal accompagné"'

Which means:

'Of you I should go away

But like the saying goes

"rather than being alone, it's worth being poorly accompanied"'

Again this is ekko but talking to POWDER in the happy dimension cuz he knows he should go away and that this isn't right and he needs to actually help people but at the same time like what if he could just stay there? Instead of being alone in his right dimension might as well stay with powder in the happy dimension right. And also it's a funny twist on the saying since it's usually the contrary

'Tu sais c'qu'on dit

"Soit près d'tes amis les plus chers"

Mais aussi

"Encore plus près d'tes adversaires"'

Which means:

'You know what we say

"Be close to the friends you care for the most"

But also

"Even closer to your opponents"'

Ok so i don't think I have to explain too much here we've all heard that phrase a million time but the thing is. Powder is the closest friend, and jinx is the opponent/enemy. Think about it for two secs

'Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi

Mais si tu cherches encore ma voix

Oublie-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi'

Which means:

'But my best enemy, it's you

Run from me, the worst is me and you

But if you still search my voice

Forget me, the worst is me and you'

GUYS. THE FIRST TWO PHRASES ARE LITERALLY JINX TALKING TO EKKO ABOUT HOW HE NEEDS TO STAY AWAY FROM HER CUZ SHE'S A JINX

AND THE LAST TWO IS THE POWDER INSIDE HER SAYING TO GIVE UP ON LOOKING FOR HER CUZ SHE'S GONE. POWDER IS GONE. I'm losing it

'Pourquoi ton prénom me blesse

Quand il se cache juste là dans l'espace?'

Which means:

'Why does your name hurt me?

When it hides right there in the space?'

Ok so this means two things. The first is ekko hearing the name powder in the happy dimension cuz it's been so long since he heard that name without her crashing out so in some ways it hurts him cuz like guys this can't be real😃 and then going back to the normal timeline and hearing jinx hurts him cuz he knows he can't fix her

And the second is jinx talking to her younger self like guys read the lyrics COME ON I CAN'T EXPLAIN EVERYTHING TO Y'ALL

'C'est quelle émotion?

D'la haine ou de la douleur

Quand j'entends ton prénom'

Which means:

'What's this emotion?

Hate or sweetness

When I hear your name?'

Again this is LITERALLY JINX TALKING TO HER YOUNGER SELF USE UR BRAINCELLS GUYS

'Je t'avais dit "ne regarde pas en arrière"

Le passé qui te suit, te fait la guerre'

Which means:

'I told you "don't look behind you"

The past following you does you war'

It can be tricky but it can mean multiple things

-Silco turning powder into jinx

-Jinx in the last ep

-Happy timeline jinx forgiving herself and ekko for vi's death

-ekko forgiving himself for not being able to fix jinx

IT'S ALL ABOUT MOVING ON AND FORGIVING ONESELF GUYS

'Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi

Mais ma meilleure ennemie, c'est toi

Fuis-moi, le pire, c'est toi et moi'

Which means:

'But my best enemy, it's you

Run from me, the worst is me and you

But my best enemy, it's you

Run from me, the worst is me and you'

Same as what I said earlier about those two phrases, but ekko is also talking TO happy timeline powder

And then it repeats the same thing from the start at the end and a funny thing is that if you look correctly they repeat the phrase 4 times in the beggining just like how ekko can rewing- *gets shot 52 times*

Anyways hope y'all liked this analysis if ur here thx for reading all of this😭 my Quebecois ass is here to save y'all cuz as far as I've known none of you other arcane fans I know speak French and IT'S MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO I'M IN THE RIGHT PLACE TO MAKE MY ANALYSIS ABOUT THE SONG CUZ I ACTUALLY KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT

[knillyfrickers]

Benedict whenever Clover's parents are mentioned:

Garden of Secrets [38] - Gladiolus

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful feedback and support my loves, it made my whole week, you’re amazing!❤ I hope you’ll like this chapter as well, and please don’t forget to tell me what you think, thank you! ❤

Summary: Strength builds in time.

Warnings: Regency era society and social rules, some gender specific language and terms, mentions of sex, mentions of threat.

Word Count: 3100

Series Masterlist

Alright then.

Perhaps you owed Benedict an apology.

Ever since you had walked in on him and Madame Delacroix right after their escapade at her shop, you hadn’t stopped reminding him of his very frequent adventures with different ladies in the ton but in your defense, you had no idea the act was this…

Pleasurable.

Divine, even.

Yet, it raised one simple issue; the marriage bliss kept you too busy to pay attention to anything else. Honestly it didn’t feel like an issue at all to you -or to Benedict you were guessing- but you had lost the complete track of time in the last couple of days and you had to force yourself to think straight.

You put your shift on and walked to grab your dressing gown, your body aching in the most pleasant way and you bit down a smile as the memory of last night flashed through your mind, but then heard Benedict taking a deep breath, rising from his deep slumber.

“Y/N?” he asked, his voice hoarse from sleep and you looked over your shoulder, the sight making your heart skip a beat. He looked absolutely gorgeous, his hair all messy while he ran a hand over his glimmering blue eyes, the sunlight falling on his chiseled chest. You could feel the familiar desire sending sparks through your system but forced yourself to focus, shaking your head slightly.

“Good morning,” you said, dragging your gaze away from him to look around the room for the items of clothing of yours that Benedict had thrown around the room in his haste to get you out of them. “Did I wake you up?”

“No—what are you doing?”

“I’m leaving.”

His head shot up. “What?”

“For the day!” you added quickly and grabbed your corset off the floor. “I’m leaving for the day.”

“Why?”

“Benedict,” you said and motioned between you. “Perhaps it has escaped your notice but we have a problem.”

He tilted his head, confusion etched in his features. “A problem?” he repeated. “What problem?”

You tried to concentrate but it was rather hard when that fire was swirling in your lower stomach, the more you looked at him, the more you wanted to climb back in the bed and—

You cleared your throat, looking up at the ceiling, causing Benedict to look up as well.

“What’s happening?”

“If I look at you I’m going to get back in the bed so I refuse to.”

“How is that a bad thing?” he asked with a grin and you shot him a glance, then looked up at the ceiling again.

“You know, I don’t know if you’ve noticed but we have a lovely ceiling.”

“My love, what are you talking about?”

You felt a smile warm your face, then grabbed your dress off the floor as well before turning to him, heaving a sigh.

“First of all, you were right about it being…divine,” you said, then narrowed your eyes. “Wipe that smile off your face.”

He held up his hands, gesturing surrender and you put your clothes on the sofa.

“That being said, do you not think we’re being a bit…fixated?”

“Fixated?”

“When was the last time you painted?”

“A week ago.”

“When was the last time you and I actually communicated with another person more than an hour without rushing to the nearest room?”

“There was the gala—”

“Gordon’s guest room.”

He hissed in a breath. “Right. Good point.”

“And I have a greenhouse,” you told him, putting your hands on your hips. “Ask me when the last time I’ve been there was.”

“…A week ago?”

“A week ago!”

“I mean Mr. Binsted is taking care of—”

Even you could hear the petulant tone in your voice; “It doesn’t matter, it’s my greenhouse!”

“Darling it’s not like it’s going anywhere—”

“Listen,” you cut him off. “I have a greenhouse with very rare plants. And flowers.”

“Mm hm.”

“Not to mention, I have the rarest flower in the world, in the said greenhouse.”

“I heard a thing or two about that, yeah.”

“Don’t get me wrong, you’re the love of my life,” you said, making a smile curl his lips, that softness apparent in his gaze again while you pointed at the window, stomping on your foot. “But my greenhouse!”

“Right.”

“It has my favorite flower in there!”

“Hasn’t escaped my notice my love,” he said with a grin, almost humoring you and you nodded your head.

“So that’s what we’re doing today—no, don’t get out of the bed until I’m away,” you stopped him as he swung his legs over the bed and you looked up at the ceiling. “Wait until I leave.”

“Why?”

“Because neither of us can be trusted,” you stated. “So we’re not to cross paths today.”

“The whole day?!” Benedict asked in shock and you flailed your arms.

“To repeat, we cannot be trusted apparently!” you said. “You—you take the studio side of the house and I’ll be in the greenhouse and we are going to be…calm.”

“Calm?”

“Yes, calm,” you said and heaved a deep sigh and turned your gaze to him again. “It’s alright. We can do this, I have faith in us.”

“I don’t.”

“Ben!”

“Shall I lie to you?” he asked with a small laugh and you tilted your head, narrowing your eyes again.

“I’m leaving,” you said. “See you tonight at the ball, not one second before.”

“Darling to repeat, we live in the same house—”

“We’ll meet there!” you said. “I mean it.”

“We’re going in different carriages?”

“Do you not remember what happened the last time we were in the same carriage?”

He gave you that lopsided grin you loved so much, making your stomach do a happy flip.

“Oh trust me, I do remember,” he said and you felt your cheeks burn, then you shook your head slightly and grabbed your clothes off the sofa.

“I’ll see you at the ball,” you said and walked through the door connecting his room to yours, painfully aware of the smile on your face.

                                             *

It was as if you were in a happy dream and if that was the case, you never wanted to wake up. You were sure that it had been hours since you stepped foot into the greenhouse based on the sun, but you could swear it had only been minutes. It wasn’t until you heard a knock on the door that you snapped out of your haze and looked over your shoulder, your hands still in the pot.

“Josie?”

“Wow,” she said, looking around. “I hope I’m not interrupting?”

“No no,” you said, shaking your head and pulled your hands out of the pot to take off your gloves. “Welcome.”

“I mean you mentioned it the other day and I figured…” she said, motioning around. “This is impressive.”

“Look!” you turned around to grab the pot you had been working on and held it up, a bright smile on your face. “It’s a Queen of the Night Tulip!”

“Pretty.”

“And the one to your right is a Ghost Orchid, and—that’s Middlemist Red! My favorite!”

She forced a smile.

“You’re never leaving this place, are you?”

“Never,” you said with a laugh and walked to the next pot, which was a gladiolus flower. Josie took a deep breath.

“So,” she said. “She came to see me.”

“Hm?” you asked, looking at her again. “Who?”

She blinked a couple of times.

“Mother,” she said. “Mother came to see me. Are you alright?”

You could feel your heart dropping to your stomach, your happy mood getting dim like a sudden shadow on a sunny day but you pressed your lips together.

“Yeah,” you said. “Sorry I was just distracted. But none of us told them you were here, how did she…?”

“Must have heard from someone in the ton.”

“What did she say?”

“She uh… remember how she found those letters between me and Bess?”

“And threw them in the fire before father—” a bitter taste appeared in your mouth as you tried to shake off the memory. “Yes?”

“Well as it turns out she didn’t throw all of them in the fire,” she said. “There is one left, and she is threatening to show it to not only uncle but also the whole ton unless I give them money.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, leaning back to the shelf.

“God damn it,” you muttered. “So not only are they using Teddy as a leverage for more money from uncle, they’re also—”

“Using Bess and Andrew,” she finished your sentence for you. “Yes. I don’t care what happens to me if the ton hears, but I can’t see them get hurt Y/N.”

You nodded your head.

“Of course not,” you said, running a hand over your eyes. “No that’s—that’s not going to happen. Did you tell them?”

“They were outside when mother decided to pay the visit,” she said. “I’ll tell them when I get home. I just wanted you to know before anyone else, just in case.”

You heaved a sigh, then walked to pull her into a hug.

“Josie…”

“I’m fine,” she said almost mechanically even though she wrapped her arms around you to hold you tight. “You know me, I can handle mother and father.”

You bit inside your cheek and pulled back to look at her better, holding her hand to squeeze it in an assuring manner.

“I know,” you said, remembering how relieved you felt when Benedict told you the same thing. “But you don’t have to handle them alone.”

She tried to smile and took a shaky breath, then looked around.

“Well alright then,” she said. “Go ahead, tell me all about these flowers.”

                                                *

By the time Josie left it was near evening, and though you had told Benedict you would be taking separate carriages, you were so desperate to talk to him that you had ended up changing your mind. He looked quite surprised to see you waiting for him by the carriage but he knew something was troubling you with one look at your face.

So you had spent the entire road to the ball telling him about what happened.

“Letters?” he asked as he helped you out of the carriage when it stopped in front of the Elwick house. You took his hand and stepped out, then placed your hand on his arm while you walked towards the house.

“Letters,” you said. “Josie eloped very soon after that because—well, you can imagine how mother and father reacted.”

Benedict clenched his jaw. “Unbelievable,” he said. “You know, I was thinking I should talk to your father again and this just proves I must.”

“The last time you talked, you punched him.”

“I don’t have any regrets over that.”

“Neither do I, I’m glad you did,” you said. “That being said, I’m not putting your wellbeing over him getting what he deserves, so no.”

You both entered the house and passed through the foyer, the music getting louder and louder as you approached the ballroom.

“Y/N—”

“No way,” you insisted. “I get that you’re angry at them, and trust me I’m angry as well. Me and Josie, but I told you before. My father is not worth your attention, let alone your fury.”

He reached to hold your hand, running his thumb over your skin as if trying to assure you and you offered him a small smile.

“I’m alright.”

“You don’t have to lie to me, you know?”

You heaved a sigh and shrugged your shoulders, catching the sight of Andrew out of the corner of your eye, Benedict following your gaze.

“Did she tell him?”

“She said she would—I just didn’t think mother would actually go to Josie’s house,” you said. “My parents didn’t even know she was back in the country, so to come up with that plan as soon as they found out she’s here… I knew they were evil, I just didn’t think they’d be that fast.”

Benedict’s head snapped up.

“Wait,” he said. “They didn’t know she was here?”

“No,” you said. “The last they heard, Josie was going to Spain with Andrew and Bess so I figure they still thought she was there. Even I didn’t know she was coming back until she arrived here, there is no way they had an inkling.”

Benedict’s brows furrowed as if he was in deep thought, then he raised your hand to press a kiss on it.

“Just give me one moment my love, I will be back,” he said and strode to Andrew, muttering something to him before Andrew nodded and they both walked away. You frowned in confusion but then someone touched your arm, making you turn to them.

“Lottie!”

“Oh thank God you’re here, you’re going to save me,” Lottie said, linking her arm with yours and pulling you to the foyer, making you let out a small laugh.

“What? What is happening?”

“Tony hasn’t arrived yet and everyone is asking me a lot of questions about the wedding that I don’t even know the answers to,” she said as you followed her through the foyer. “And my mama has been taken hostage by other mamas who want to be invited to the engagement ball that I haven’t even planned yet it seems, so you’re to be my savior. We’re going to the backyard.”

You repressed a laugh. “There might be people there as well, you know.”

“Fewer people who will not be as enthusiastic to ask me questions, I’m hoping.”

You hummed as you both stepped out of the house to the backyard. “If someone does approach, do you want me to threaten them?”

“Goodness no!” she said. “That would be very rude!”

“What if they are approaching you to ask you questions about the engagement ball you haven’t planned yet?”

She thought for a moment, her lips pulling into a pout as if she was torn between decisions.

“Don’t threaten them verbally, just glare at them please?”

“Understood.”

“I mean don’t get me wrong, I’m the happiest lady in the entire world but—” she huffed as you two sat down on a bench. “Everyone has something to ask and nobody leaves us alone anymore Y/N! With Tony, it’s as if everyone swore to…”

“Interrupt you?” you said with a grin and she looked abashed for a moment.

“…Yes.”

“So I’m guessing no other scandalous behavior has taken place?”

“Y/N!”

“Just a question,” you teased her and she heaved a tormented sigh.

“If only,” she sulked. “Everyone seems to watch us closer now that we’re engaged.”

“Tell Anthony patience is a virtue,” you said, trying to stop the smirk on your face and she nodded.

“I have.”

You let out a small laugh. “Lottie, you’re too sweet.”

“Thank you—how about you and Benny?” she asked and you blinked a couple of times, clearing your throat.

“Hm?”

“I mean no one has seen you on a social outing of the ton for almost a week,” she said. “Everyone has a lot of ideas about the reason.”

“Such as?”

“You’d tell me if you were with child, would you not?”

Your eyes widened, your breath getting caught in your throat.

“What?!” you asked. “No—I mean yes I would tell you but no Lottie, that’s not what is happening!”

“Good,” she said. “Because you see, I have many things I wish to shop for before your baby gets here—”

“That baby is nonexistent as we speak, Lottie.”

“And I’d like a pre-warning,” she said like she wasn’t listening and you scoffed.

“So that’s what the ton thinks?”

“Some of them,” she said. “Why haven’t you been attending outings then?”

You shifted your weight, trying to come up with an excuse but thankfully you saw Benedict approaching out of the corner of your eye.

“Oh look, Benedict is here!” you said, motioning at him and he gave you a smile.

“Charlie.”

“Benny, hello!”

“Anthony just arrived, he was looking for you,” Benedict said, pointing back at the house with his thumb and Lottie let out a breath.

“Oh thank God,” she said, standing up. “Benny, have you seen anyone asking him questions about our engagement ball?”

Benedict made a face. “Please stop reminding me you’re engaged to my brother, I’m still not completely alright with that idea.”

You raised your brows and Lottie rolled her eyes.

“You do realize that you will be the best man, do you not?” she asked as if teasing him, making him let out a whine.

“Charlie!”

“I’ll see you inside Y/N.”

“See you inside,” you said with a laugh and watched her walk away. Benedict heaved a sigh and sat beside you.

“So they’re actually going to get married then?”

“Seems like it,” you said, patting him on the arm as if trying to assure him. “Will you be alright?”

“Ask me again later,” Benedict said and stole a look at you. “How about you?”

“I’m alright with them getting married, I don’t know why you’re making it such a big issue—”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” he said and you paused for a moment, then nodded.

“Sure.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m fine, I just…” you let out a bitter laugh. “It’s rather surprising but it shouldn’t be. It’s just that, I’ve been so happy lately that I almost forgot they were here to cause trouble, does that make sense?”

“It absolutely does,” he said with that soft light in his eyes. “But it is going to be alright, I promise you.”

“What did you and Andrew talk about?” you asked, gazing up at him and he shrugged his shoulders.

“Nothing important, I just asked about your parents.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Benedict.”

“Yes my love?”

“That will not distract me,” you pointed at him while trying very hard to not let it distract you, making him chuckle.

“There’s nothing for you to worry about,” he assured you. “I’m not putting myself or anyone you care about in danger, I swear to you.”

You pursed your lips, then heaved a sigh and turned a little to face the backyard, putting your head on his shoulder. He entwined his fingers with yours, pressing a kiss on top of your head before burying his nose into your hair.

“Let’s stay here for a while?” you asked. “I like being alone with you even when we’re not…you know.”

A small laugh vibrated his chest. “Same here darling.”

You heaved a sigh, then frowned when the thought hit you. “But we’re still going to—”

“Way ahead of you, they have a library on the other side of the house.”

“Good,” you said, a small smirk curling your lips as you stole a look at him. “I happen to be an admirer of books.”

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#15 please 🙏🙏🙏 and maybe #29 if the inspiration strikes you 😘

Trembling Hands & Sweat

Nov 2024 MicroFics Masterpost

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Authors Note: Hi, my lovely! 🫶 Well, I woke up and wrote porn on a Sunday morning. It's a life... I guess? Under the cut. Enjoy! 😁🧡🧡

Your trembling hands reach down and grasp his broad shoulders, needing an anchor to tether yourself as you spiral so high you can barely breathe. You never knew this sort of pleasure existed.

All you can see as you glance down over your dress rucked up around your stomach is his chestnut hair, glowing with almost coppery highlights in the blazing summer sun. His mouth is so hot and wet, suctioned onto your body.

A trickle of sweat drips from his temple onto the sensitive skin of your inner thigh as he pushes your legs out wider, wrapping his arms around your hips, hauling you further onto his face, his questing tongue causing a spike of pleasure so intense it makes you cry out, your back arching off the lush grass.

“Shh,” he chastises over a laugh, resonating into your soaked flesh.

“I-I cannot be quiet,” you confess, stuttering, meeting his gaze as he tilts his head to look up at you, handsome face glazed and framed by your naked thighs.

“Then I shall desist…” he warns, his eyes glittering with mischief, as you curl your lip under your teeth, looking contrite, not wanting anything to interrupt this. He chuckles: “That’s better. After all, I would hate for your family to find out just how familiar we are prior to marriage, my darling fiancé…”

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