#eloise bridgerton x penelope featherington

[multifandomme]

The Bridgerton Collection

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Colin Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington:

♡ Fool's Paradise

Eloise Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington:

♡ Say Yes To Heaven

[colombinna]

Now who's gonna write the Bridgerton fix-it fic where Penelope realizes she's been gay all along and dumps Colin for Eloise and then change the names and publish it as the new it queer regency romance

[redroses07]

should i make a part 2?

[aftgmostly]

Now those, are facts

[ophelieverse]

Ready to defend Penelope Featherington from all of you haters:

[misandriste]

peneloise + gazing longingly at each other

BRIDGERTON, season 3 part 1

[wildwren]

im sorry but also im not

[hattersarts]

listen, the milf affair that is going to develop from bridgerton season 3 in like 15 years time is craaaaaazzzzyy.

gobsmacked by the eloise subtext of getting a lesbianbestfriend crush on your closest friend and finally working out by learning WHAT the feelings were that were happening to her when colin announced his and pen's engagement. shes gonna go to scotland and start having very messy situationships with women and then go travelling and each time she comes back to the ton shes going to be the very cool aunt to pen and colin's kids and work out how to get over childhood crush on pen and then pens going to kiss her and stuff is going to explode

[stuffingbuttsandshit]

Benedict kissing Colin and Colin just being there accepting it with no reaction tells me that this happens more often than shown, and I can just imagine Anthony and Benedict just kissing their little brother incessantly just to annoy him and Colin just sitting there not being able to do anything but accept it makes my heart melt

[thebluemallet]

Portia may not have always been the best mother, but she was the only one who noticed and brought attention to the fact that Penelope wrote terrible things about herself in Whistledown once she learned the truth.

Someone should write a fic where that is brought to Colin and Eloise's attention by someone else and they both have that "oh shit!" moment.

[multifandomme]

Say Yes To Heaven

Pairing: Eloise Bridgerton x Penelope Featherington

Summary: Penelope has questions... Eloise takes a 'hands on' approach in providing the answers.

Genre: Smut, (fingering, oral sex), not suitable for minors.

Word Count: 2.6k.

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“Have you ever thought about it?”

A sigh of exasperation obstructed the existing silence. Eloise had been teetering on the verge of slumber for what felt like an eternity, each valiant attempt impeded by another aimless question from Penelope. It was well past midnight, shapeless shadows cast on the walls as the darkness peered in from the outside, fatigue-fuelled delusion gradually setting in.

Eloise was well accustomed to this kind of chicanery having endured it since the dawn of their friendship. Penelope would pose a seemingly innocent question, omit almost every speck of detail and wait patiently until Eloise's curiosity inevitably overcame her. It was a game that led Eloise along the same path every time and yet one that she could not resist indulging in.

"Oh, for Heaven's sake, Penelope," Eloise grumbled in defeat, her palms lifting to shroud her face. "If you insist on keeping me awake, at least have the decency to ask a decipherable question."

Silence descended for all but a moment, the mattress shifting softly until Eloise felt the newfound sensation of Penelope's breath across her cheek, her body noticeably closer than before. Penelope's aura was magnetic as Eloise found herself compelled to draw nearer, tottering on the border of its forcefield and soaking up her warmth.

"You know," Penelope whispered, her words wrenching Eloise from her thoughts. "How it would feel to be married."

Eloise had in fact ruminated on the idea on countless occasions, ultimately deciding that she wanted nothing to do with it in the meantime. She had selfish visions, those that entailed a life of undisturbed spinsterhood, Penelope securely by her side. They would linger on the outskirts of dances, rejecting suitors, drinking wine, dancing only with one another, wallflowers until the end of time.

It was suffice to say that Eloise knew of the singularity in her delusion, knew that Penelope overtly delighted at the prospect of belonging to someone, of being a wife. As hard as she tried, she could not ignore nor deny the innocent joy that illuminated Penelope's features each time that she spoke of it. Penelope had dreams and visions of her own, had described her ideal suitor at great length on a number of instances.

Eloise could not bring herself to rip away the enthusiasm that Penelope shone with and thus, she peppered her in white lies, vowed to fuel her fantasy.

"Well, of course I have," Eloise grinned, widely, feigning zeal.

Penelope's face scrunched into a frown as if Eloise had misunderstood the premise entirely. She had quite hoped for Eloise to extract the burning questions from her brain and save her the embarrassment of speaking them aloud.

"What it is like to be kissed," Penelope explained, hesitantly, a bashful expression falling to cloak her. "To be... touched."

Eloise's contemplative gaze flitted away in an instant, redirected to the ceiling above.

"You need not fret, Pen," Eloise assured, coolly, her hand rubbing soothingly at Penelope's shoulder as she stifled a yawn. "In time, you will know of it."

Penelope's excitement soured in a flash, Eloise's dismissal of her only caging her fantasies within herself, soon to drive her to madness. She had been fraught with worry for weeks, her mother's obsession with procuring a suitor only enhancing every part of her that was afraid. If the mere fact that she was a wallflower was not enough to extinguish a potential man's interest in her, she was positive her complete inexperience of anything remotely romantic would secure it for him.

The thoughts had kept her awake, had left her dreaming of men and their clandestine natures, had left her wondering about the happenings in a marital bedroom come nightfall. Penelope was a neophyte in comparison to Eloise, fortunate to have been gifted with brothers to supply her with more knowledge than Penelope could ever imagine. To be a Featherington was to suffer a pitiful existence, surrounded by women, encumbered with secrecy. Penelope could not, would not resign herself to a fate of this kind.

"Eloise, are you asleep?"

The question dangled in the air for a while, soon to be met with the emergence of softened snores. Penelope peeked over to confirm Eloise's sleeping state and settled herself onto her back, her eyes fluttering to a close. Slumber would elude her tonight, Penelope knew that, unable to pacify the provocative thoughts that raced tirelessly through her mind and thrust her to the precipice of insanity.

The only references that Penelope possessed of sensuality existed in the form of literature, books that she had gazed upon for only a fleeting second before her mother had snatched them from her hands and labelled her uncouth. And now, the thin silk of her nightgown was all that separated her from forging a clumsy attempt at self-pleasure and Penelope could not bear the temptation that held her in its merciless grasp, had nobody to prevent her from succumbing.

In the deafening silence, Penelope’s dainty hands grazed across her ample chest, her breasts heaving against the confinements of her nightgown, abuzz with sheer excitement. Penelope caressed herself with discernible reticence, aimless at first until she discovered a peculiar sensitivity arise when her fingers swiped over her nipples. An unbridled gasp escaped parted lips, adrenaline flurrying wildly at the sobering realisation that her sound could stir Eloise at any moment. Strangely, the risk only seemed to heighten the appeal of it all. 

Whimsical bursts of electricity flitted around her body as she grew in confidence, grew in dexterity as she pinched and twisted at the buds until they protruded against the flimsy silk. Penelope wrangled avidly to stave off the reflexive noises that threatened to release themselves, forced into holding them captive. 

An unfamiliar tingling sensation landed between her thighs, placid at first until it amplified, inflamed by the unrelenting touches she delivered to her nipples. The pleasure was addictive, unable to muster the strength to yank her hands away from herself even if she had wanted to. Penelope wished to drown in this feeling for eternity. 

The addiction was quick to take her under, the feeling between her legs transforming into a torturous ache that demanded to be satiated. Penelope burned for more, needed it, would beg for it if the instance required it, her thighs crushing together as a means of alleviation. And it was successful at placating her for a moment until she unwittingly relaxed, its revival bearing an uninhibited appetite. She longed to be freed of this affliction.

"You ache for it, don't you?"

The question pierced the silence and rendered Penelope speechless, frozen in place, a palpable air of humiliation descending and making home in the pit of her stomach. Penelope drew her hands from her breasts, though the evidence of her ministrations remained starkly visible. Eloise’s eyes softened as she regarded her, the deep blush on Penelope’s cheeks only filling her with endearment. Penelope waited quietly for Eloise to scold her, to express her understandable disgust at the scene she had uncovered, though her expression did not seem to denote anything adverse at all.

“I, too, have succumbed to temptation, Penelope, have found pleasure at my own hand,” Eloise admitted, a mischievous smirk fusing to her lips, a singular finger dancing gracefully along the space between Penelope’s breasts. 

Penelope was shocked into silence, though her body seemed to have a will of its own, relaxing into Eloise’s touch as if it were familiar, safe. Her mind, however, shrieked in protest of it, confounding feelings arising and instigating a conflict between pleasure and logic. 

“I do not know what I was thinking,” Penelope blurted, frantically, the reality of the situation suddenly occurring to her as she swatted Eloise’s hands away from her with urgency. “I never should have-”

Eloise stymied her movement, pinning Penelope against the mattress with a forcefulness that knocked the wind from her lungs.

“You play a dangerous game, Penelope Featherington,” Eloise accused, her tone sultry and dizzying, her lips inching closer until they traced the shell of Penelope’s ear and elicited shivers. “You ask all of these intricate questions and when presented with the answers, you feign disinterest.”

Penelope was losing control and fast, her teeth sinking into her lips as a means of stifling the moans that threatened to spill from her. It was useless, Eloise having rendered her pliable, weak, her libido reappearing as though it had never been forsaken to begin with. 

“You want to know how it feels,” Eloise whispered, her hot breath caressing Penelope’s cheeks as she revelled in the way she squirmed in response. “You want to cure the torturous ache that ails you, don’t you, Penelope?”

The azure of Penelope’s eyes sparkled like the ocean even in the half-dark, decipherable lust swirling in them as she dared meet Eloise’s gaze at long last. 

“What if someone were to find out?” Penelope asked, nervously, her rumination abruptly interrupted by the feeling of Eloise’s hands clawing the nightgown from her body and leaving her bare, vulnerable.

Penelope was merely stalling what was inevitable to occur, her desperation surging with vigour, the aggravating ache returning and persisting, destined to reign terror if it was not subdued soon. 

“Well,” Eloise began, her adept fingers trailing the smooth skin of Penelope’s stomach, the pace painstaking, intentionally exacerbating her growing frustration. “I can keep a secret, the question is can you?”

The bewilderment that clouded Penelope’s eyes spoke of waning patience, of desperation beyond thought or words. In one fluid manoeuvre Eloise had clambered atop the trembling Penelope, bare skin meeting fabric, quickened breaths of apprehension bleeding into the air. Eloise could not bear the suspense any longer, covertly exhilarated by the prospect of having Penelope come undone at her hands. 

“You are exquisite,” Eloise declared, tenderly, a glint of infatuation flashing over her as she basked in the beauty before her. 

Eloise drew in slowly and claimed Penelope’s lips with undying ardor, a groan of desperation fleeing the latter only to be swallowed up by Eloise’s hungry mouth. Penelope was alarmed to find a knee forcing its way between her legs, the methodic pulse that ailed her only intensifying tenfold at the contact that it provided. She wanted more, had entrusted Eloise with the responsibility of quenching her bottomless desires, wondered if it was even possible given the condition that she had already found herself in.

A masterful tongue peeked out, painting senseless patterns over Penelope’s pulse point, her hips bucking at their own accord. Eloise’s wandering hands were quick to grope eagerly at Penelope’s heaving chest, toying with her hardened nipples until they burned, until she was trembling from overstimulation. 

“Oh, God,” Penelope gasped, her eyebrows knitted together, her arms flinging around Eloise’s neck in an attempt to anchor her in place, to smother her further into her skin. 

“How does it feel?” Eloise queried, knowingly, the devilish smirk that donned her lips searing itself into Penelope’s neck.

“Strange,” Penelope husked, breathlessly, her heart pumping ferociously within her chest. “But somehow I crave it, I yearn for... more.”

A low chuckle emitted, Eloise ungluing herself from Penelope all at once and revelling in the way that Penelope writhed in discontent. Penelope was readying herself to voice her agitation in response to Eloise’s neglect, the vast emptiness that plagued her soon to be pacified by the presence of fingers pressed snugly against her sex. And it was then that Penelope felt herself slowly ascending to places unknown, her hips jutting erratically, violently, almost freeing herself from Eloise’s grasp in the process. 

“Patience,” Eloise warned, gently as she halted her motions, this subtle protest sedating Penelope’s recklessness with immediate effect, though she knew better than to assume that it would last.

Eloise thumbed Penelope’s clit with unabashed expertise, enamoured by the groans of passion that shot from Penelope’s lips. Her mouth fell agape, her fingernails burying themselves into the blades of Eloise’s shoulders with undisciplined force. The scratch marks were destined to decorate her skin for days thereafter, though Eloise did not much care, wholly transfixed by just how ravishing Penelope was with her features contorting in pleasure. 

Unable to withstand the temptation, Eloise sank her digits into Penelope’s soaking centre, a loudened cry ripping itself from Penelope’s throat. The brunette kept her thumb securely in place, massaging Penelope’s clit in tight circles without relent, despite the unyielding grip Penelope had exerted upon her. Penelope was taut around her fingers, her walls flinching and relaxing with each re-entry, wetness spilling out from the source and specking her thighs. She was the picture of magnificence.

“Eloise,” Penelope drawled, mindlessly, the mere sound of her words hypnotising Eloise in a nanosecond and reinvigorating her spirit, encouraging her to quicken the pace. “Something is happening to me.”

Penelope stiffened in place, puzzled by the sensation that appeared to intensify, growing entirely out of control.

“I feel as if I am going to explode,” Penelope cried out, her eyes wide as she fought to jostle herself free of Eloise’s grasp to no avail.

Eloise slowed her motion, her touch becoming languid and yet still keeping Penelope on the edge of collapse, positively tormented by the dulling ache that persisted. 

“Not yet,” Eloise insisted, a cunning smile possessing her lips as she repositioned her face within the valley of Penelope’s thighs, her fingers still sheathed inside of her, unmoving. 

Penelope keened to take sight of Eloise, apprehensive to ascertain her next move, Eloise's rhythmic exhales breezing against her exposed sex. The fingers that impaled her began to recommence with fervent motion, obscene moans bursting uncontrollably as she rutted against Eloise’s hand to gain more of her. Suddenly, a warm wetness occurred to her, eyes widening to find Eloise’s tongue flicking out to taste her arousal, humming in enjoyment as she feasted on her flesh. 

The euphoria that it brought had Penelope’s hands fisting in the bedsheets, knuckles paling as her hips rocked forcefully against Eloise’s mouth. The brunette dined on her as if her life depended on it, sucking and licking until her lips grew swollen, arousal glistening upon her chin, a sinful mess. Penelope held her gaze with unending perseverance, taken by her, mesmerised in a way she had never been before.

Penelope sizzled with the heat of a thousand suns, quaking and vibrating in a way that signalled imminent destruction. Her fingers reached out in search of Eloise, winding themselves into her locks with intent as she propelled towards the edge of something unknown, something that both frightened and thrilled her in the same breath.

“Let go, Pen,” Eloise instructed, hastily, her mouth soon to be occluded by the rampant assault of Penelope’s slick flesh crashing into her face. “Let go for me.”

“Mhmm, Eloise, oh-,”

An otherworldly sensation clutched her out of nowhere, Penelope quivering violently, her thighs clamping around Eloise’s head as if she intended to crush her dead. Eloise was undeterred, her tongue and fingers working expeditiously, fervently until Penelope was dragged past the point of overstimulation and pried the woman from her. 

Laboured breathing filled the room, Penelope left floating in a daze as she struggled to repossess the composure that had evaded her for the entirety of the ordeal. 

“Eloise, that was…”

Penelope’s words trailed off, her mind blank, void of substance, of thought. Eloise released a breathy laugh, manoeuvring to flop beside the panting woman, her fingers smoothing out the cramp that constricted the muscles of her hand. 

“And that is only part of it,” Eloise mused, observing as Penelope’s eyes widened in shock. 

“There is more?” Penelope questioned, astounded by the revelation, certain that she could not handle anything more than what Eloise had already demonstrated upon her. 

“I shall leave the rest for your husband to disclose,” Eloise reasoned, a smile materialising in the corner of Penelope’s mouth at the remark. “Besides, it would be unjust of me to deny Colin the element of surprise entirely, don’t you think?”

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[nostalgicmiscellaneous]

I really love the unlikely Clumsy Squad of Colin, Eloise and Portia trying to protect Pen. They were all worried and he tried... Bless their hearts.

[lanfear-is-my-darkmistress]

I swear seeing Anthony Bridgerton looking at his mother and Lord Anderson talking and saying "he oversteps" was so funny. He's like " who's this man hitting on my mother?" How come no one is talking about this?

[dailybridgerton]

PENELOPE FEATHERINGTON and ELOISE BRIDGERTON BRIDGERTON — S3E3: Forces of Nature

[ohtendril]

Pen and Eloise - 1.06 / 3.07

[alinaastarkov]

#that break up with your codependent homoerotic best friend will mess you up for life