#picnic smut

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Omg I want to take koni bear on a picnic in a private pretty open field while pushes me deeper into the blanket with his weight grinding inside me :((

Omg OMG picnic with König 😭

Feeding him all the good stuff you made, knowing how much he appreciates your cooking and those cute little muffins you bake for him with love 💕

He brings the wine (for you) and beer (for him), spreads the blanket for you to tiptoe to and sit on, watches with dreamy adoration as you pull out delicacy after delicacy from your picnic basket. But everyone knows you're going to be the actual dessert... You can feed him cupcakes and muffins and plum pies and you'd still be his sweetest prize.

But LORD imagine if you were in a public place, having a cute little family friendly picnic and you're wearing this adorably sweet summer dress. You just want to go and sit on his lap for a minute, hold his head between your hands and smile at him while he gives you a tight squeeze.

A perfectly innocent wish, to have your lover hold you a bit when you're out having a picnic, right?

And… You're not doing anything wrong.

But König turns most of your innocent wishes into something completely different. No one sees what's happening under your skirt, how König goes into stealth mode and opens his pants, then draws your panties aside to slip inside you.

You barely have time to open your mouth, either to protest or chastise him, but can't bring yourself to utter a single word because his cock is already sliding in. You can do nothing but literally sit on it and bite your lip.

His gaze fixed on the fluttering pulse on your neck, König catches every single breath that passes through your lips. It makes his cock throb inside you, and your brows curl upwards from desperation. He sees that too, and tightens his hold of your waist.

Technically, you're not having sex.

No one's moving, you're just watching each other intently. (He's just warming his cock inside you, watching you try your best not to squirm and moan.) Outward, everything looks perfectly chaste and cute: you're just sitting wide legged on his lap and he's holding you there by your waist. Only you two know what's going on under that dress.

Sadly, you're the only one who cares for things such as chastity. König is completely shameless and unfazed.

"You like that, hmm?" He tilts his head, watching you like a hawk as you hug him tightly down there, dripping all over the picnic blanket, trying not to gasp and plead. Your cheeks are panging hot, your breaths turn shallow as you dread the moment when someone walks by and hollers something like Lovely day for a picnic!

"Say that you love me," he orders darkly, then gives you a soft little bounce. It only sends him deeper inside you, so deep that his balls now press against your delicate skin. Your nipples grow hard in an instant, your walls clamp around his cock until he lets out a throaty grunt.

"Little one. You want me to say it first?" He asks a genuine question, and you think about how romantic it is for him to finally confess his love... on a summer picnic… and how twisted it is that he has to have his cock inside you when he does it.

[miss-yn-ln]

Picnic - Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem! reader

In which yours and Mitsuri's picnic date gets heated.

"Aw, is my pretty girl getting close?"

Warnings: alcohol consumption, fingering, face sitting, multiple orgasms, scissoring, public sex (empty field). Word count: 1.9k NOT PROOF READ

It was well-known amongst the pillar's - and anyone who ever spent a slither of time with the mochi-haired girl - that Mitsuri Kanroji was the CEO of picnics.

From the assortment of all kinds of sweet home-made goods, arrays of beautiful flowers and selections of all the fruitiest alcohol's, you knew it was true. You also knew you were well over your limit on alcohol and were in fact very very drunk. From the baby pink blush that stained your lover's cheeks, you could see Mitsuri was too. Perhaps that was where you're confidence came from, a burst of braveness spurring from the sweet drinks you were both sharing.

You were sat opposite your green haired girlfriend, leaning back on both of your palms, long legs outstretched and crossed at the ankle. Mitsuri was half way through her fifth slice of cake, mumbling to you little facts on how she made it between bites. You uncrossed your legs, bringing your knees to your chest ever so slowly, allowing the fabric of your floral dress to slip up to your thighs.

Mitsuri stopped eating and eyed you curiously. The sight of your sneaky eyes and bare thighs caught her attention and when she saw the tortuously slow glide of your legs opening she began watching your every move with bated breath. You giggled upon revealing your sneaky surprise to her: you'd gone to the date commando.

It never took longer than a moment for your lover and her ridiculously high sex drive to get in the mood. She wasted no time, freshly manicured hands gripping the plush of your thighs and dragging you to her with that inhumane strength of hers. You gasped, falling from your palms to your elbows, gazing up at her with a shy smile and legs wide open, revealing your glistening core that has been desperate and throbbing for her the entire date. "Oh my poor baby," she whispered once observing you were absolutely drenched, sitting up on her knees to stroke your thighs, "you must be aching."

"Been thinking 'bout you all day" your voice was shy yet seductive as you thrust your hips towards her to emphasize your need to be touched. She giggled, a sweet and playful sound; the complete opposite of the sinful actions she was about to do to you.

"Oh honey, It's okay now, I'm here." With that, her free hand travels down to your core, two fingers calloused from years of swordsmanship slowly entering you; your hole was weeping, allowing her to glide into you easily.  You sat back up on your palms to lean back, keeping your legs spread wide for the dual-haired hashira as she started a leisurely pace, pumping her fingers into you sweet and slow. 

"Oh, Mitsuri." Your voice was airy, relief that your cute lover was attending to you evident in your moans. It was almost embarrassing at how fast you could feel the burn beginning to boil in your stomach, you gazed at your lover with lidded eyes and flushed cheeks, panting and gasping at the overwhelming sensation. You couldn't  possibly bear it any longer, hips grinding desperately into her hand to attempt to deviate the intensity.  

"Aw, is my pretty girl getting close?" The love pillar coos, slow and concise pace not faulting for a second. You could do nothing but moan and whine as your eyes squeezed shut, attempting to ignore the pulsating of your clit, a clear sign it was crying out to be touched by her skilled fingers. Every extra second the thudding bundle of nerves was neglected, the heat in your stomach would get hotter and practically burn. You thought the scorch was going to kill you  from inside out, overpowering the build of your orgasm and causing it to start to fizz away.  

"Oh god! 'suriii, more, please  please  more!" You cried out to her, eyes pleading with her pretty green orbs that were admiring your unabashed state of pleasure. Pouty pink lips tucked between her pearly white teeth, beginning to feel hot and bothered at your whines and mewls - so much so her free hand was squeezed between her  squirming thighs - attempting to alleviate the edge. 

"What do you need, honey? Is this where you want it?" She teased, knowingly. Her thumb came up to the aching group of nerves and applied the perfect amount of pressure, gliding up and down seamlessly.  It was just what you needed, you didn't even have the sense to formulate a response; how could you? Not when the pleasure was building up too fast for your brain to keep up with. All you could do was fall onto your back, using one of your hands to grip underneath one of your knees and hike it up as far as it could go. 

The change in position you put yourself in allowed you to feel her deeper, that with the sensation of her thumb on your clit and your desperate grinding on her fingers quite literally broke you. You were concentrating so hard you couldn't find the strength to moan, just gasping and panting at the pleasure, fingers clawing into the picnic blanket. You could feel the orgasm approaching and somehow found the words to beg "pl- puh- please don't st-op." Not even a second later your orgasm crashed over you; your mouth dropped open, eyes squeezing shut in pleasure as your toes curled. Your chest was heaving as you threw your head back in a silent scream, rendered speechless as intense waves convulsed through your body. 

"Did that feel good, honey?" Mitsuri inquired teasingly, eyes glued to the exquisite sight before her, because truly, nothing could be a more beautiful picture than you in your post orgasmic bliss.  Especially sprawled out in front of her, floral dress bunched up above your hips, arms stretched over your flustered face, hair spread out on her pink picnic blanket and the golden rays of the sun spilling over you, making you look ethereal - like a goddess, she mused giddily to herself. 

You smiled up at her as you slowly calmed down from your intense high, a truly sweet and giddy smile that practically oozed your profuse love for her. "C'mere pretty." You rasped, voice a little sore from your previous cries. She happily moved to straddle your waist, the sun was still bright behind her, painting her silhouette in the most surreal way. "You're so pretty," you spoke honestly from below her, your hands stroking her hips in the most gentle manner. "The prettiest." You hummed, admiringly. 

You saw her beautiful eyes glaze over, her cheeks darkening as she looked at you stunned to silence. And then before you could process it she was squealing, falling on top of you and cuddling you, squeaking out loving words and thankyou's in a pitch only animals could hear as you giggled, a hand moving from her waist to cup her head that was now nuzzled into your neck. 

Your other hand also strayed from her waist, moving expertly to untie her obi. She gasped when she felt the fabric fall and when she sat up, oh, what a sight. Her kimono fell open, her well endowed chest spilling out completely along with a sliver of her toned tummy and her thighs, oh her thighs. "Well hello, pretty." You grinned up at her, nudging her to hover over your face. "Wanna take a seat?" 

You couldn't help but laugh heartily at her eagerness, her knees coming to situate on either side of your head as she lowered herself down. Your hands gladly wrapped around her plush thighs as you dragged her down to actually sit on you. She squeaked in surprise, but before she could protest having her full bodyweight on you, you'd already dove in, licking a bold stripe from her hole to her quivering clit. 

"Oh! Ohhh, yes." Your pink-and-green haired lover cried out, you wasted no time, tongue flicking up and down rapidly, groaning into her folds as her sweet taste enveloped your taste buds. The vibrations had Mitsuri screaming out, you wouldn't be surprised if she'd scared away a flock of birds at this rate. It had barley been a matter of minutes, but you could see she was more responsive than normal, moans more frequent and louder, hands frantically finding purchase in your hair as she threw her head back. Her hips were grinding ruthlessly against your face with so much fervor her clit would bump up against your nose. 

You were in awe as you watched her chest heave from below, pillow like breasts bouncing in her frantic movements. She was truly heavenly. And she was yours. 

One of your hands left her thigh, stroking her back softly. You felt one of her long braids and grabbed it, tugging on it gently and oh was the reaction worth it. Mitsuri's back arched dramatically as she cried out your name, giving you the perfect view of her little waist and heaving breasts. Her thighs were shivering around your head as her body racked with shivers and tingles from her orgasm, continuing to ride your tongue and prolong her pleasure. 

She didn't give herself time to calm down from her high or for you to catch your breath; instead she moved down on shaky legs to kneel between your open ones. You shivered at the light breeze that made your wetness feel freezing, as you curiously watched your lover. She leaned forward and dragged your dress up and above your breasts, exposing them to the cool wind; she then grabbed the back of your knee, hiking your thigh up and exposing you even further. 

"Darling? What are y- fuck!" She'd straddled your other thigh, perfectly aligning her core with yours before dropping down and grinding against you. It was too much. Breasts bouncing, your wet cores rubbing together and both of your mewls mixing together into a cacophony of sounds. "Ffuckk, Mitsuri. Th-this is- so," you couldn't even finish your sentence. 

"I kn-ow, oh god love, I know." Her voice cracked. Your hand scrambled to hold onto her free one that was next to your head, fingers interlacing lovingly, whilst the other rested on her waist, aiding her desperate grinding. It was almost embarrassing with how fast you both were tumbling towards your second peak, but the love shared in the adoring gazes you were giving each other made it hard to care. You squeezed her hand. She squeezed back harder. You couldn't look away from each other's teary eyes. "M' so in love with you 'Suri, m' gonna cum, oh god m' gonna cum. Please."

Her grip on the back of your knee tightened, pushing it further back next to your head as her forehead rested on yours. "I- I love you, I love you so much." And then you were smashing your lips together, tongues enveloping each others mouths hole, sucking and nibbling and muffling moans. And then you were both convulsing, cores throbbing as you rode out your highs together, only breaking apart to whimper sweet nothings and cry out at the intense waves of pleasure. 

And then you were both breathless, staring at each other lovingly as the sky surrendered to hues of pink and orange, setting your mostly bare bodies in a heavenly glow. 

It was a perfect date. 

[bigtreefest]

watermelon juice dripping down his throat, onto his chest hair LEMME LICK

I don’t even like watermelon that much😅, but I like him. A lot. 🫣

Drip… and Lick

Pairing: Curtis Everett x reader

Wc: idk, written in drafts, but it’s gotta be at least 1k

Warnings: um, licking, and Curtis… so, yeah 18+ only, minors DNI

A/N: Inspired by this post and some of my beautiful hoe friends @thezombieprostitute @krirebr @stargazingfangirl18 @brandycranby This is me kicking off the 300 follower summer celebration with my own mini fic. Hope you enjoy and I can’t wait for your your feedback on this one😈

Made with the prompts: a long drive together + “I’ve got something else you can lick” + [watermelon] dripping down someone’s skin

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

Curtis had wanted to have a picnic with you all summer, but your busy schedule hadn’t allowed for it. And honestly, neither had the weather. The days had been long and hot, unbearably so, with UV indexes maxed out. Stepping outside was like asking to be baked, which is why he was grateful for all the rain that hit this past week.

It was a great reprieve for everything: the grass, the garden, the sweltering temperatures. Now that the outside was actually bearable, Curtis could finally go through with his plans.

Before you got off work, he packed up his picnic basket, preparing the summer goods for you. A nice little salad, some sandwiches, and a beautiful watermelon he found at the farmer’s market the other day. He was all prepped once you got home.

As soon as you walked through the door, you were greeted by a kiss on the cheek and Curtis holding your favorite comfy sundress. After a long day at work, the last thing you wanted to wear was pants, so you went to change.

Once you emerged, hair tied up and off your neck finally and flowy dress adorned, you were ready to go. You grabbed Curtis’s outstretched hand and let him lead you to the truck where you slid up in to the middle of the bench seat.

An evening drive like this was one of your favorite things to do together. Letting the breeze flow with the windows down. Seeing the scenery of passing houses turn into open fields of wildflowers on the rolling hills.

After taking the long way around, Curtis pulled into the spot he always did at the end of the road on the back side of the airport where the two of you would lay in his truck bed to watch the planes take off and land. He hopped down out of the cab and held a hand out for you, taking you back for the cozy, yet cool setup he had made earlier.

The two of you got settled, Curtis pulling out your sandwich and handing it to you just as the sun began to reach the horizon. The sky was painted with hues of red and light purple, wispy clouds making way for the stars that would soon twinkle, framing the moon in the open sky.

You settled up close next to him, the two of you enjoying the main part of the meal as the planes flew overhead, the lights of the runway flicking on as the sky dimmed. All you could think about while you were eating was how sweet this was, how sweet he was for doing it so often for you. Curtis was a gruff, hardworking man, and with you, that prickly shell turned soft, as he used his efforts to show you his appreciation for the love and peace you brought to him. The feelings he thought he’d never have, the ones he thought he didn’t deserve. His humility and bottomless affection was all you saw, though, the deep care you held for each other tying your souls together. In this moment, you realized if he was all you had for the rest of your life, that would be more than enough, and you wanted to show that. You needed him, and could feel it start to burn in the depths of your belly: a love that you had to show, that you wanted to show, again, and again, and again, for eternity.

You climbed into Curtis’s lap, giving him a peck, your sundress falling around your legs, leaving your core settling right over him in his worn jeans. Your hands gently came up to frame his face, his beard lightly scratching your palms. Your body was growing warm against the cold evening air, buzzing with desire from the way he cared for you, the way you cared for each other.

“Thank you for this, Curtis. It’s perfect. The food was delicious, but I think I’m ready for dessert.”

Curtis’s large hands settled on your waist as he looked up at you. He could see the warmth in your eyes at that statement. It was evident this little date made your day so much better, but he hadn’t quite caught on yet to the true fire in your gaze.

“Yeah? I’ve got this beautiful watermelon. Thought that would be nice and refreshing.”

He looked up at you with the softest features, eyes switching between yours, looking for approval. Your thumbs brushed over his freckled cheeks, more prominent from the summer sun, as you nodded with a breathy giggle.

“Um, yeah. That sounds good.”

He beamed up at you, turning to the side to pull out the fruit before he went still. He hadn’t cut it. Or really even brought anything to cut it, unless you counted the flimsy plasticware the two of you ate your salads with. He looked up at you with big eyes as you laughed again, catching on to what happened.

“Hold on, give me a second, I can fix this. You don’t mind if it’s not perfectly cut, right?”

You shook your head, curious to see what he could possibly have in mind. He turned the watermelon upright as he grabbed a plastic knife, adjusting it in his hand so it seemed stable enough. He raised his hand, stabbing the edge of the utensil into the tough rind. That obviously wasn’t doing much, but it did enough. You watched as Curtis’s thick, yet surprisingly nimble fingers widened the nick into a gap as he put both hands in and pulled, the robust fruit splitting in two as some juices leaked out. As did yours, as you felt a flush of arousal at the show of brute strength. So casual, he probably had no idea what he was doing to you.

If that knife was any indication, there probably wasn’t a good way to get the flesh out, either, so he opted to just keep with his bare hands, scooping out a piece to feed to you. You opened your mouth, eyes never leaving his as your lips surrounded his thumb and pointer finger. The juice from his hand ran down his thick forearm, over the hair that covered it. As he moved to pull away, your hands quickly snapped to stop him, eyes still locked. You dipped your head to the drop that had trickled down, now about to reach his elbow, and stuck out your tongue, tracing the path of watermelon juice up to his palm, all the way back to his fingers, sucking them and releasing with a pop.

Curtis watched in real time as your pupils blew wide and you began to unbutton his linen shirt before reaching over and grabbing your own piece of watermelon to feed to him. Oh. That was where this was going. How did he not see it before? He was never going to slice a watermelon again, but he planned to get a lot more before summer was done. And he’d gladly pay a fortune to get them out of season if they made you react like this.

You popped the piece in his mouth, watching as the juice dribbled down his chin, and down to his neck, over the course hair of his chest. You pulled back slightly, watching the stream right next to his nipple, and you ducked down again and flattened your tongue against the firm warmth of his chest, circling the peak before tracing up again, tongue being deliciously scratched until you reached the smooth, slightly salty skin of his neck, dressed with the humidity and a thin layer of sweat.

You pressed a kiss to his jugular as he swallowed the sweet fruit, his lips parting in a gasp, waiting for what you were going to do next. The fire in his eyes grew, though, to meet yours, as his awe-struck, enamored look turned into a smirk. Curtis finally spoke up in a strained, deep voice, silky with seduction.

“You know, I’ve got something else you can lick…”

Bonus A/N: for your fantasies, brandy bean. Eat your heart out.

Taglist: @hawkeyes-queen @ronearoundblindly

[xxcherrycherixx]

picnic date o((>ω< ))o

[coqvttes]

Hiiii! Congratulations!!! For the picnic event could I request Fairy Cakes for Keegan Russ and either reading together or people watching, which ever one you like!!! Thank you!!!! 🩵🥰🫶🏻

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey, thank you for ur rq! yess, ofc u can, darlin! time for some fluffy keegannnn i hope u like it! :) xx

sfw : gn!reader, fluff.

"keegan! you're not paying attention!" his gaze snaps back down on you upon hearing your complaint, and a cheeky smile adorns his features.

you look up at him from your place as you lay on his lap, legs lying flat on the grass as the sun peeks through the leaves of the big oak tree that keegan leans against.

"sorry, babe, i'm listening," he says, tucking the strand of hair that was bothering you behind your ear. you roll your eyes and continue reading the passage from the novel in your hands.

after a few minutes, you look up at keegan again; his attention is focused entirely on something else.

"keegan! you're doing it again, why won't you pay attention to me?" you swat his shoulder playfully, and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss your forehead as if to apologize.

"what were you looking at?" 

he points to a young couple about ten meters away from you, sitting on a picnic blanket, laughing and enjoying the summer breeze just as you two are.

"first date? or you think they're a couple?"

"hmm... i think it's their first date, he wouldn't be dressed so nicely if they're already a thing." he chuckles, and his grip on your hand tightens when he sees the smile on your face as you observe the people around you.

"what about...them?" 

he looks over to where you point, and he grins fondly upon seeing an old couple sharing some wine and a sandwich as they sit on an old wooden bench by the pond.

"that's us in 40 years," a rosy blush spreads across your cheeks as you giggle at his words. your hands, letting go of the book to cup his cheek above you.

"i love that!"

 keegan smiles as he gazes down at you, and he realizes that he lives for moments like this.

moments when he can let his guard down. moments when he can laugh and smile with you. moments when he can feel nothing but love. love for you.

[sillygoose067]

Charles's Angel(s)

Ch. 48

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Warnings: allusion to marriage?!?!??, allusion to getting a pet?!?!?!?(this one was inspired by my very insightful follower @iamapersonwholikesunicorns, who always lets me know their thoughts on my writing, and offers really good input and ideas. Thank you so much, I really appreciate your support, and love love love you! MUAH 💋 )

Turns out, what gave Charles the pep in his step that day was the fact that F1 summer break was closing in. He had plans to take you out on his family’s yacht for dinner. 

 You both continued your daily routines, waiting for a break to begin (not that much would change for you in terms of your work). 

 However, in the midst of all this, you’d completely forgotten about your birthday. So when Charles requested you to dress up a little and beckoned you downstairs on a quiet Sunday morning, it was safe to say you were shocked as you spotted the quaint little picnic layout he’d prepared in a secluded area. 

 You really were getting the princess treatment.

 Not that you were objecting. It was nice to have someone care for you like this. 

…

 Similarly, you’d managed to pull some strings and surprise Charles for his birthday in October. It was nothing, really, but you had made numerous phone calls to friends and friends of friends to secure VIP tickets to the next nearest Coldplay concert. 

When you led your boyfriend to the venue, he was stunned.  

“Is this a concert?” he asks, confused. You nod and push him toward the entrance. 

 Once you both get significantly lost in the narrow twists and turns of the numerous hallways of the backstage room, you’re greeted by the band itself. 

 Charles turns to you, eyes wide. “Is that Coldplay or am I dreaming?” he mouths. You shrug and gesture toward the artists. 

“Hey Chris! It’s great to meet you; been a while.”

 “Hey, Y/n! And is this Charles Leclerc? THE Charles Leclerc?! What an honor.” 

You shove your boyfriend forward, who manages to reclaim his serene, cool appearance. He sticks out his arm in greeting. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Martin; I’m a big fan.”

 Charles and Chris immediately hit it off while you talk to the other band members, and they give you special passes and barricade “seats” to enjoy the show.  

The concert is honestly one of the most breathtaking ones you have ever been to, and that’s saying something. Charles feels the same, and he has a dreamy, glazed look in his eye as you drive home. 

…

He finally takes you out on the yacht, with the rest of the Leclerc family present. You’ve begun to love your body and appearance more, so you ask Charles and Charlotte (because she was a girl’s girl and totally understood the angles) to take some photos for you to post online. They turned out amazing, and Charles’ fans cheered you on. Reading the comments made color rise to your cheeks, because there’s no way all these people were complimenting you and were imagining they could be you. It certainly boosted your self-esteem, and it also brought Charles’s attention to the fact that his fans wanted to see more of you. 

He wasn’t quite sure how he felt about that, but he sure as hell wouldn’t be hiding you away. Not with how much he loved you and wanted to show the world you were just as much his as he was yours. God, he couldn’t wait to see the look on your face when he went down on a knee.  

But first, he wanted to make a quick addition to your little two-person family.

[hearts4blyth]

“𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠”

!peacekeeper coryo x fem reader! 🍃🧺🎀 ࿔*:･

summary : you and corio have a picnic around the lake

♡︎away for a month but wtvv , think this one is longer than my last fanfic but hope you enjoy! any criticism or corrections are appreciated ♡︎

note ; bye wasn’t even my intention to make this a lil bit long but im jumping off a bridge tomorrow

(finally a moment where Corio and y/n could have a moment of peace and quietness away from the people,away from the districts and away from the capital.)

your down in the trail with coriolanus beside you with the slight breeze hitting your strands of hair and the sun hitting its reflection through your little sundress,the laughter and with the blades of grass ticking your ankles

of course it wasn’t much bother to Coriolanus much just wearing his same peacekeeper uniform pants and just his white tank.

continuing their trail, following you wondering where this picnic could be.

“cmon coryo!” you smiled at him and exclaimed in a tone of a jokingly matter

then right after you reach for his hand so maybe by that he could keep up with your pace. coryo didn’t quite understand what you were all rushed up for but he didn’t say a thing, just finding it a bit obnoxious but either way he found your ways cute.

without even realizing it your finally at the spot, being distracted by the atmosphere nothing like the capital that’s for sure. with the weeds and grass just growing wildly , the sound of the lake and its waters , flowers blooming beautifully looking like the dress you were wearing matching perfectly.

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“isn’t it beautiful?” you ask letting go of coryo’s hand, in glee turning around, coryo smiles back at you and agrees exclaiming “better than i thought” he gives out a small scoff and it is beyond of what he could imagine sure a few mosquitos were pissing him off down in the trail but he just wanted to see you happy having this moment with him.

coryo taking over and helping you with setting down the picnic mat, after then sitting down on the mat you take out a small piece of loaf bread and a jar of homemade jam, spreading the jam into the loaf you give it to coryo and takes it as he sinks his teeth into the bread you gave him.

you then sit back and relax with the breeze setting down more with the warmth hitting your skin, grabbing a cherry from the basket and taking a bite from it leaving a cherry tint stain on your reddened lips.

just a quiet moment between you enjoying the atmosphere you sit up and turn you body to face coryo and ask him if there’s anything like this in the capital. he replies with a small response saying “nothing i see here could be seen over there, buildings and reconstruction just.”

sharing a moment like this,with your smile and the sound of laughter coming from each other, and having bites from the pickings you brought.

digging your teeth for a small bite of another cherry leaving a tint of it on your lips, and leaning your head down onto Coriolanus shoulder, turning his head down and seeing your lips with the taints of cherry on those lips, making him tilt your head up and having a sweet passionate kiss as an excuse to get rid of the stain from your lips.

you let go from the little kiss, then laying your head down on his lap caressing her hair then leaning in for another kiss but was filled with a more longer stroke of passion. letting go, both are just smiling under each others gazes with y/n caressing coryo’s sharp cheekbones then letting go with both admiring the quietness of the atmosphere again.

♡︎ i hoped yall liked it! if you’d like please consider reblogging this, which helps on gaining reach n ppl liking this! tyty for reading ! ︎♡︎

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

FI'S MEADOW PICNIC ♡

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Welcome to my 800 follower event!

This is the first time I've done something like this, so bear with me XD

Please read till the end!!

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I'm so glad you made it!

Get cozy on the blanket, smell the sweet flowers, take in the buzzing symphonies of the bees, and tell me what you'd like! <3

♡

Apple Pie ~ Leon Kennedy

Victoria Sponge ~ John Price

Sticky Toffee Pudding ~ Johnny MacTavish

Blueberry Loaf ~ Kyle Garrick

Trifle ~ Simon Riley

Shortbread ~ Jason Todd

White Truffle Eclair ~ Bale!Bruce Wayne

Full English with a side of Haggis ~ TF141 (HCS ONLY!)

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Whipped Cream ~ Smut

Sprinkles ~ Fluff

Hot Fudge ~ Angst

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Large ~ drabble/story (there's no specific word count, they'll be as long as they turn out!)

Small ~ headcanons

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A song of your choice!

Dealer's choice ~ Fi gets to pick a song!

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Prompts;

Picnic, Beach day, Late night drive, Holiday, Lazy day, Date, Movie night etc.

Feel free to add your own!! These are just examples :)

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Please pick at least 2 things and at most 5.

Everything is optional, so pick and choose as you like!

Example:

I'd like a large blueberry loaf with sprinkles + Beach day and "Alrighty Aphrodite" by Peach Pit!

Please be patient if you send something in, I'm only human and can only write so fast <3

Anonymous asks will be turned on again for this!

I don't know how long I'll keep them open so you all can submit your orders, I'll let you know!

Just imagine me as a fairy using magic to whisk up all your sweet goods ✨️🧚🏻‍♀️

My Masterlist is here if you wanna take another peak at my writings before you send something in 🩷

~ Fi 🐝🩷

[ddeongies]

daisy

established relationship, soft sex, fluff & smut, service top hwang yeji, they’re in love your honor | word count: 3,958 🔞

Before Ryujin can grab a napkin, Yeji’s hand is on her jaw, thumb wiping her chin clean. Ryujin feels her stomach do a flip as she watches the way Yeji brings the finger to her mouth, the way her tongue darts out to lap up the juice.  “So sweet,” she hums and leans in.  Unsurprisingly, Yeji tastes like strawberries. Her mouth is warm as it moves against Ryujin’s, and her touch is gentle as her hand cards into her hair to cradle her head. Everything about the moment is sweet and soft and slow. Until it isn’t. Yeji isn’t always the most…patient, and that definitely shows in moments like this.  Soon enough, their tongues are sliding against each other, and Yeji is groaning into her mouth and shifting closer, her hand fisting in Ryujin’s hair.  Yeji noses the crook of Ryujin’s neck and inhales deeply. “We’re the only ones out here, hm?”

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[lllivia]

Anniversary Picnic date

Enid Sinclair x fem!siren!reader

Can also be read as gn!reader

Warnings: deep water(?), suggestive themes ig

- Tried writing this in first person, comment if I should write more stuff like this -

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"Can I open my eyes yet?" Enid asked for the thousand time before tripping over her own feet. "Not yet Enid how many times have I said that I'll tell you when we get there" I giggled supporting her so she doesn't fall. I continue to support her a few more minutes before letting her go looking proudly over the scenery before me. "Okay you can open your eyes now" I say looking at her now. "Oh wow Y/N this is beautiful! How long did this take you?" Enid squeals as she smiles brightly before jumping into my arms and pecking my lips, the kiss tasting like vanilla cherry chapstick.

"It only took like 15 minutes or so" I lie scratching the back of my neck knowing that it took well over an hour to set it all up. It was all worth it though seeing her smile from seeing at all of her favorite food in front of her. "Sha'll we sit down m'lady" I flirt jokingly "we sha'll baby" she responds blushing. We sit down and start sharing the food between us.

"Oh my god I think my stomach is about to bust open" Enid groans holding on her stomach finally laying down next to me and putting her head on my shoulder. I laugh as she continues to groan and complain. "I told you that you should stop eating after the first time you said you were full" I giggle "okay okay I admit I may have made a mistake, but it was soooo good, how'd you even know what I like" Enid responds snuggling her face into my neck her breath tickling me. "I mayyy have gone around asking all of your brothers" I smile. Enid pushes herself up on her elbows and kisses me again her soft lips making sigh, I start giggling softly as I feel her smile against my lips. "You're so beautiful Enid" I whisper her face only a few inches away from mine. "You're my mate forever" Enid says and blushes.

A couple of hours pass of us just laying there talking and cuddling before I speak up "wanna go skinny dipping? We haven't done that in a few weeks now" Enid sits up abruptly "hell yeah let's go!" She says and pulls me up forgetting her werewolf strength causing me to crash into her. She catches me before I can fall back on the ground and smiles awkwardly. "Sorry" I peck her lips from stop her from feeling bad "don't sulk, now come on!" I pull her hand till we're standing at the edge of the water. I look away from her undressing out of respect as always, before Enid scoffs lightly "yk you don't have to turn away right, we've seen each other naked plenty of times before" she smirks, I respond by turning back to her and rolling my eyes "So sorry for trying to be respectful then" I say sarcastically pulling off my own clothes. "Come on let's swim" I lift her up carrying her bridal style before throwing her out in the water laughing at her annoyed sputtering and the splashing of her arms. "SO RUDE, OH I'M SO GETTING MY REVENGE FOR THAT" I dive in after her before she can get out of the water. "Come on, I have something to show you" I say grabbing her hand and pulling her down, I then kiss her deeply which gives her oxygen to breath underwater. "Oh my god how have you never told me that you can do that before? I totally have to post about this later" Enid says looking around her pretty surroundings. I only smirk in response before pulling her lower, my mermaid tail creating bubbles around us. Enid's head turns around to look fascinated at my tail, even though she's seen it like a hundred times before. When we're about to reach the bottom I tell Enid to close her eyes. I grab the half open mussel that was laying on the ground prepared from earlier before putting it in her hand. "Open your eyes lovely" I smile. She looks at the shell with curiosity before opening it and gasping "this is gorgeous Y/N, is it really for me?" I smile at her shyness and help her put the pearl bracelet on "of course it's for you, I love you" I say for the first time, waiting for her reaction. All she does is look at me for a few seconds before kissing me deeply pushing her tongue between my lips teasing me before pulling away. "I love you too Y/N... and I really can't wait for us to get back to your room" she smirkes.

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ik the breathing underwater thing was a bit stupid but I ran out of ideas

[v8mpstamp]

Picnic date with Steve Harrington

Pairings: Steve Harrington X Fem Reader

Word count: 1k

Warnings: MNDNI 18+, light fluff, smut, fingering (F reviving), unprotected P in V sex, public sex kinda

Summary: You and Steve go on a picnic date at lovers lake, Steve can’t seem to keep his hands off of you and you end up doing the deed.

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Steve and you had been planning a romantic picnic for weeks. You had scouted out the perfect location - a quiet meadow overlooking lovers lake somewhere no one where to ever find you- and had spent hours preparing the perfect menu of sandwiches, fruit, and cheese, along with a couple bottles of wine stolen from steve’s parents.

You spread out the blanket while Steve carry’s the food, he can’t help but stare at you, admiring the way your hands moved gracefully as you smoothed the fabric of the picnic blanket down, your new white floral sundress hiking up your thighs a bit. He can’t help but notice how beautiful you look right now, the way the light caught your hair, the way your dress clung to your curves in all the right places. You stand up grabbing the basket from him and begin unpacking the food.

Noticing his hungry stare you laugh. "What's got you so distracted huh?"

Steve shook his head, smiling. "Just admiring the view”, he says as he starts helping you unpack the food. Placing down a bottle of wine you blush and playfully nudged him. "Well, keep your eyes on the food for now. We can enjoy the view later."

The date is followed by many of your giggles from Steve tickling you, or from you seeing how many grapes you can stuff in Steve’s mouth. Randomly feeling the warmth of Steve’s hand over different parts of your body, you can’t help but to love how extra touchy he’s being today.

Finishing up the food, packing it all away you find your back to the blanket and Steve hovering over you passionately kissing your lips, the sky’s colors changing around you as the sun begins to set. Steve caresses your hair, trailing his hands over every inch of your body, captivated by you, soaking up every inch of you.

You pull him closer deepening the kiss and running your hands through his hair, as your other hand trails down his back.

Steve groaned in response, loving the feeling of your hands on him, feeling just how much you want him, moving his lips from yours he brings them down to your neck nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin, you moan, arching your back giving him more access, he places even more kisses down your neck.

The sun had set completely now and the only sounds were your guys heavy breathing, Steve whispering how beautiful you look and other praises and the occasional rustling of leaves and wind. You were both lost in your own world wrapped up in each other like nothing else mattered.

Steve’s hands find the bottom of your dress and he bunches it up to your belly exposing your underwear, you feel his cold finger grace over your panties, moaning into him kissing his lips. He completely removes your panties throwing them to the side before sliding his finger over your wet cunt, circling your clit; catching all your moans with his mouth. His free hand finds your tits and he massages them through your dress, feeling your nipples harden under the fabric, his cock grows hard in his jeans as he sticks one finger in your hole, pumping in and out before adding another finger quickening his pace.

“Steve” you moan “need you now” you say.

“I know I know, want you too” Steve grunts pumping his fingers fast “need you” Steve says as he rubs your clit earning a moan from you, kissing down your neck. He pulls his fingers out of you, you suddenly feel the absence of him, along with the cool night air against your heat making you want him even more.

Before you know it his belt is to the side and his jeans are down, his cock leaking pre-cum at your entrance, you wrap your arms around his neck, spreading your legs as he slowly pushes his tip into you, both of you moaning in synch. He pushes more of himself into you, feeling you squeeze around him, kissing all over your face giving you time to adjust to his size. He pushes fully inside of you and begins to pump in and out slowly.

“That okay?” He asks as he stretches you, checking in on you.

A simple nod from you is all he needs before he quickens his pace.

Steve’s hand finds yours and he grabs onto it squeezing hard as he fucks into you “god you feel so good” he mumbles against your ear sending shivers down your spine. “This dress” he says pumping in and out of you “I like it” he adds, hands wondering your body, his fingers find your clit and he begins rubbing it, earning moans from you, your hand wondering down your breast and grazes Steve’s chest as you rub your hand all over him, fingers flowing through his hair, tugging slightly.

“Steve- I-I’m so close” you manage to let out with heavy breaths, “good, cum with me yeah?” he requests, before you can reply you are already a moaning mess as your reach your orgasm, feeling his cock slip out and his warm cum shoot out onto your stomach, mixing with the cold air giving you goose bumps. Steve heavily pants over you, swallowing your mouth as he comes down from his orgasm. He slips on his jeans real quick grabbing a napkin from the basket and wiping up his mess he made on you, once clean pulling your dress over to cover you “wouldn’t wanna ruin this pretty dress would we?” he says kissing you.

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[oikasugayama]

hihi!!

how r u?? i hope you're doing well <3

anywaysss- i just wanted to ask if you could let us see a preview of one of the smut scenes from the akutagawa fic you're writing -if its not too much to ask for obviously- and i wanted to ask too if you know when you'll finish it (⁠◠⁠‿⁠◕⁠)

and i also just rlly wanted to let u know that the first chapter of the fic was an absolute work of art + i can't wait to DEVOUR the next one like a 5 star dish (＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠♡

you can have 152 smutty, explicit words under the cut (:

No idea when it'll be done! I have the next three days off work because my birthday is on the 11th!!! i'm gonna stay at home and only do fun hobby stuff including writing, so i'll give some updates on word count in a few days <3

fic wip excerpt:

As your tongues move against each other and you pant into each other’s mouths, your hands explore Ryuunosuke’s thin body, and his hands find every curve and plush spot on yours. He palms your breasts, your sides, hips, even your belly as he sits up and watches himself enter you over and over; as he looks up and watches your breasts jiggle with the lurching of your body under each of his thrusts.

“You’re so…” he gasps, grabbing your hips tightly and stalling whilst buried deep in your pussy. “You’re so beautiful,” he groans. “I can’t hold it in. You’re so beautiful.”

You moan his name and roll your hips, teasing him.

“Don’t hold it in.”

“I don’t want it to end yet,” he groans, crawling backward and pulling out of you. You whine at the loss of him and grab his arms.

“Please,” you beg breathily. “I don’t want to stop."

[coqvttes]

Hey Lola, I hope you won’t mind me asking for some rasberry jam. I was thinking NSFW and for the song to be, “Pretty when you cry” by Lana Del Rey and for the character to be Leon Kennedy.

Please and thank you, have a good day wherever you are!!

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 hey thank u, nonnie for the request! sorry this took so longg! leon is so lana coded! i love this song and thank uu, u too pookie! <3

nsfw : gn!reader, sub!reader, rough, crying, angst, dacryphilia, comfort.

"you make me feel like your whole world"

leon knows that you'll always be there for him. he knows that sometimes he can't control his emotions, but he also knows that you'll always love him, no matter what.

he'll come home to you stressed and tense. tired from work and he doesn't seem interested in talking it out with you. his mind and body too busy with ache for you, for your warmth, for your tears.

and you yearn for him so. you yearn to please him, to make him feel better, so much better, just like you always do. so you let him use you. you'd let him do anything to you; you know he'll always care for you the way you've cared for him and he knows you don't mind.

"i'll wait for you, babe, that's all i do, babe"

your eyes light up when he approaches you and you jump up to greet him. your gentle voice asking him how his day was and such. but he doesn't answer.

and you know what he wants when he captures your lips in a rough kiss. murmuring between quick breaths for you to take your clothes off. and you do, without hesitation.

he maneuvers your pliant body onto the bed, and you squeak when he hoists your legs over his broad shoulders, nervous wide eyes in anticipation of what he plans for you as he tugs your panties off hurriedly.

"don't come through babe, you never do"

you gasp when he slips into you and your palms find purchase on his shoulders. holding onto him tightly as you try to relax yourself, the stretch is more painful from the lack of foreplay, and suddenly, his hips are snapping against yours.

you whine out from his roughness, the lack of preparation causing you to feel overwhelmed as you urge him to slow down desperately. but your pleas go ignored as he chases his pleasure.

"because i'm pretty when i cry"

tears well up in your doe eyes and your lips wobble as you stare up at him, pleading for him to kiss you or touch you gently. but he's not paying attention to you, and his pace fastens and you turn your head to the side, the tears spilling into the pillow beneath you as you whimper with each harsh thrust.

"fuckk, you're so pretty, aren't ya. look at me, let me see you."

his fingers tilt your jaw, forcing you to look up at him properly through your wet lashes. he smirks when he takes in your messy state, mascara running down your cheeks and your lips desperately pining for his.

but he doesn't kiss you, and after he pulls out to finish on top of you, he apologizes. his touch, now gentle as he pulls you into his arms, wiping your tears away as he coos in you ear.

[pxgeturner]

Hello 🥺

👙 with Tom Riddle

Pretty please ❤️

anon i believe ur prompt was “always,” right?

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he kisses you softly, contrasting the needy, rough way he’s thrusting up into you.

“i promise,” he says, caressing your hair “i promise, baby,” you whine for him, gripping at his shoulders. he moves his hands down from your back to your hips, moving you up and down. “mm, there’s my good doll letting me move you so easily.” he gives you a little squeeze and you gasp, “yeah i just want you to cum baby. won’t you cum for me?” he touches a spot that has you gripping his hair. “mm your such a good girl, baby. i’m gonna love you forever, sweetheart.” everything is just so much, you hug him, holding one of his shoulders and pushing his head into the juncture of your neck, keeping your bodies together. he kisses behind your ear, continuing to whisper into your ear. “i promise i’m gonna love you always, sweet girl.” he keeps hitting that spot in you, pushing you over the edge.

the force of your orgasm makes you weak, and you fall back, but your tommi catches you, softly lowering you onto the mattress. you grab onto him, desperately trying to keep him there. he lets himself get pulled in by you. “i told you, love.” he kisses your temple, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, “always.”

[fayes-fics]

Eden

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Seeing you with other Bridgerton offspring has an interesting effect on your new husband...

I couldn't resist using a Season 3 gif cos hello.

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, breeding kink, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, vaginal sex, creampie, ie filthy babymaking. Also, the smut is bookended by fluff; yeah, that probably needs a warning, lol.

Word Count: 4.2k

Authors Note: This is a very belated request fill for @victoriaholland (HERE) and Anon (HERE) about Benedict with a touch of baby fever. I decided to combine the asks as I saw a way to weave them together. Sorry for the delay, but well at least babymaking seems appropriate for spring hehe. Thank you to @colettebronte for being an awesome beta, as always. Err, Enjoy! <3

Daphne’s latest child is beautiful; you delight in his joy as he bounces on your lap, learning the strength of his sweetly chubby legs, little fists wrapped tight around your fingers. 

Looking up, you catch your husband's eye from afar, his stare intense across the gardens of Bridgerton House as you sit under a tented shelter upon a picnic blanket. The rest of the family are scattered around, playing games or chatting, but you are quite content minding the little one while his nanny takes a few moments to eat lunch.

“Is everything alright, my love?” You inquire as Benedict draws closer. 

“Yes… I….” He seems a little flustered. 

“Are you sure?” 

You pull a funny face for the infant, who breaks out into the most adorable infectious giggles that has you grinning from ear to ear and hugging him into your body, swaying with him. 

“Are you alright? Minding the child?” He checks, his voice a touch odd.

“Oh yes. We are more than happy, are we not, my little prince?” You talk in a vaguely silly baby-talk voice, addressing the child in your arms as much as Benedict. 

Again, the child peals with delighted noises and spit bubbles enthusiastically, looking up at Benedict eagerly as much as you do.

“Well, that is wonderful news,” he blusters, and you could swear he is out of sorts, breathless almost. “I shall… leave you to it,” he adds, giving you a bow and then withdrawing as the little one wiggles out of your arms.

“Ignore your Uncle Benedict; he is being a silly billy,” you whisper conspiratorially once the man in question is out of earshot.

The response is babbled nonsense as the child bashes one wooden brick against another.

“I quite agree,” you state sagely before breaking into a goofy grin.

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“Please?” Hyacinth wheedles.

“No, Hy,” you sigh without even looking up.

“Ugh, you are no fun!” she scowls, crossing her arms defiantly.

“What is all this?” Anthony clips as he strides into the drawing room, Benedict on his heels, as Hyacinth flounces dramatically across the room. 

“Your little sister is angry at me because I will not allow her to drink the punch; it has brandy in it,” you explain cooly.

“Quite right, too!” Anthony chimes as Hyacinth rolls her eyes.

“Listen to y/n, Hyacinth, and do as she says,” Anthony lectures, and you feel grateful for his support, effectively neutering her rebellion. “Despite a temporary lapse of judgment when choosing a spouse, she is otherwise one of the most sensible people in this family.”

“Hey…!” Benedict protests.

“Please…” Anthony withers, twisting towards him. “Brother, if there is one thing us Bridgerton men know how to do, ‘tis to marry a woman entirely too good for us. And well done on that, by the way.”

You smirk at Anthony’s hilarious way of putting his brother - your husband - in his place, catching Kate’s eye with a wink as she enters the room carrying her baby. 

“Y/n, come and meet the future Viscount; he’s awake at last,” she calls to you. 

You are immediately on your feet and grinning, taking the tiny bundle from her arms and cooing at the sweet little boy. The baby opens his enormous brown eyes and observes you for a second before breaking into a one-toothed grin and happily waving his fists at you.

“Oh, he really likes you!” Kate enthuses, delighted.

“As I do you, little one,” you smile, leaning over to kiss his forehead.

You look up to see Benedict with that same look on his face as earlier. A tempest, almost an energy over his being. It’s almost as if he is… aroused?! Which is most odd.

As you hand the baby back to Kate, giving him one final kiss, Benedict is suddenly by your side. Announcing to the family that there has been a change of plan and, regrettably, you will not be able to stay for dinner, his arm an insistent tug around your waist.

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“Why did we not stay for family dinner as originally planned, my love?” 

Your question is soft, only just audible over the noise of the carriage as you trundle over the cobbled streets of Mayfair a few minutes later. 

“I decided that we should perhaps dine at ours this evening…” his voice adopting that deeper edge which always causes butterflies in your tummy. His hand lands on your knee, a heavy weight that feels portentous. He slides closer on the bench seat.

“Why might that be?” your ask turns breathy, entirely without you meaning it to.

“I want to be alone with you,” he murmurs, unmistakably pitched to arouse. 

The carriage seems to notch up a few degrees as the rocking motion presses your side rhythmically into his. The sound of the wheels and hooves is so loud. He twists to wrap an arm around your shoulder and pulls your back against his flank. 

“All day today, I have watched you,” he rumbles, hand warming the skin around your clavicle, fingertip brushing in circles. “You are so very good with children, darling. Seeing you so naturally with the babies and how you handled Hyacinth… you would be the perfect mother.”

You blush a little at his praise. “Thank you, my love. I would like children one day. Your children. Imagine a child with your eyes. They would be quite the most beautiful,” you sigh wistfully, leaning back into him, his hand feeling heavier on your skin.

Benedict chuckles modestly. “And what of your beauty? Would a child version of you not be the most fetching?”

You giggle and turn your head sideways to nuzzle against his jaw. “I think we would indeed make beautiful babies together, Benedict.”

“I agree,” his voice a tempting lilt, fingers skating downwards over the swell of your breast now, slipping inside the fabric and making you gasp as he tweaks your nipple. “And I think we should start as soon as we get home.”

“Did seeing me with babies suddenly make you want your own, Mr Bridgerton?” Your hand flexes on his knee as he toys with your breast.

“Oh yes darling, it made me want to take you right there…” he asserts, finally admitting those looks he gave you were indeed pure arousal.

You reach up and run your hand into his hair, fingers flexing on his warm scalp as you pull his face to yours.  “And suddenly, it appears I am no longer hungry for dinner…” you whisper flirtatiously, your cupid's bow brushing his stubbled upper lip.

He groans, and his passionate kiss is plundering, a tingle running over your limbs, just as your carriage comes to a shuddering stop outside your townhome. 

Uncaring of the neighbourhood or any prying eyes, Benedict sweeps you out of the carriage in his arms, carrying you bridal style over the pavement and through your front door.

“My wife and I are not to be disturbed,” he announces crisply and loudly to the staff as you enter the hallway.

Leaving no room for doubt about his plans by pulling you into a searing kiss for all to see before ascending the stairs rapidly. He practically growls as he kicks open the door to your master bedroom door and slams it shut again with his foot. 

“Benedict…” you stammer, heart pounding at how overwrought he is. 

You have never seen him like this. Commanding, crackling with an energy that has your body simmering. He is usually so sweet, affable, and kind. Every time you have been intimate since your wedding night a few weeks ago, he has been a complete gentleman: loving and so very tender. The grip he has had on you tonight feels different. This is something primal—like a switch has been flipped at a basal level in his being.

He places you down onto your feet before the roaring fire, his face intense.

“Wife…” The way he says it makes you feel a flush creep over your skin.

“Husband…” you respond in kind, belly fluttering with excitement.

“Take off your dress,” he orders, his dilated pupils shining in the firelight.

This is new. Usually, he is the one to remove it slowly and softly from your body. 

“I cannot, the buttons…” you confess, signalling behind you. You would need your ladies' maid to unhook them from between your shoulder blades.  

He moves closer, seeming so much taller; his ragged breaths dance in the tendrils of your hair as he reaches around behind your shoulders. With a rough tug that makes you startle, he tears the fabric asunder, the sound of tiny pearl buttons skittering across the polished wooden floor behind you as you gasp in surprise.

“There…” he smirks dangerously, “problem resolved.”

You are speechless as he withdraws a pace, looking at you expectantly. You follow his order, a slight quake in your hands as you push the frayed dress down your body, still a little shocked by his strength. Then you reach for the crisscross lacing of your stays, feeling the weight of his stare as each loop relents, his eyes hungry, his body heaving with deep breaths his fitted jacket taut with each inhale. You peel the item away, leaving just your thin white cotton chemise.

“Rip it too,” you plead before you realise it, enthralled by this assertive demeanour.

With a noise in the back of his throat, he takes a pace forward again, and you stare up at him, enchanted. He grasps the fabric above your breasts and then rips it loudly from your chest all the way to your ankles, the sound echoing up the walls. Again, his strength has your knees weak. As the torn pieces flutter from your body, you want to bathe in the hungry sound he makes as he realises you are clad only in white knee-high silk stockings, no underwear to be seen, the warmth from the fireplace swirling around your intimate area. 

As you stand almost naked before your imposing husband, him still fully dressed, there is a knot low in your gut. But it’s not fear; it’s something else entirely—desire. Trembling, breathless and wanting. An elemental wish to be thoroughly taken.

He steps forward, eyes glittering, and his fingers plough roughly between your legs, making you gasp.

“Eden,” he proclaims, his fingers snagging over your swollen pearl of a clit with almost rough strokes, the callous where he holds his paintbrush abrading your folds. “A wonderful, lush, wet garden. Just waiting to be planted.”  His words are hypnotic and low, questing fingers being coated with a dewiness that is entirely of his making.

“Please…” you whimper, squirming on his touch, captivated by this version of your husband, wanting to submit to him, a burning need low in your belly. His fingers slide faster, making a lewd, wet noise. 

“Are you going to let me?” Benedict croons. “Plant my seed inside you?”

Until now, he has always been careful to complete outside your body. A slightly bereft feeling every time - the wonderful moment cut short as he leaves you suddenly empty, a warm splash upon your thighs, tummy or spine. The idea he will stay inside you is alluring in a way you don’t fully comprehend.

“Yes, please, husband,” your nipples puckering almost painfully against the wool of his lapels as he crowds into you. 

“Good. Get on that bed right now,” Benedict orders roughly, pointing at your four-poster bed as he tugs off his jacket.

You scramble to obey. Feeling under a spell. Being naked save your stockings feels illicit as you lay back into the soft pillows and watch as he undresses, staring you down the whole time. 

You slide a hand between your legs instinctively as more of his toned body is revealed. He growls at the sight, you biting your lip and watching him, his torso bare, his trousers clinging to his shapely legs, to his swollen cock. He bends to remove his shoes, and the sight of his broad shoulders flexing is enough to make you moan. As he stands back up and hooks his elegant fingers around the trouser buttons, a smug look on his handsome face that he is doing this to you.

“Husband…” you call out to him, writhing on your fingers shamelessly now, one hand shooting up to brace your movements against the headboard, flushing warm down to your toes.

With a few dextrous flicks, the buttons relent, and his trousers drop to the floor. His naked body is always a delicious sight, but tonight feels more, every sense heightened, moaning again as he takes a step towards you, thigh muscles flexing, his cock standing proud to attention.

Again, a soft plea falls from your lips, your eyes raking every plain of his tempting form, feeling yourself swell under your fingertips.

“Not yet,” he clucks, the arrogance somehow more beguiling as you bite your lip. “I think I want to watch you come, my darling. All by yourself. I hear female pleasure can aid with conception after all.”

“Will you not touch me?” you petition, reaching your other hand imploringly towards him.

“No darling, I shall watch,” his lopsided grin deadly. 

He wraps a strong fist around his own cock, pumping slowly, a bead of moisture gathering at his tip, glistening in the candlelight as he does. 

“Now, use both hands, please. Place your fingers inside yourself,” Benedict instructs as you blindly follow, a languid buzz in your brain—you would do anything he told you to right now.

Planting your feet squarely on the bed, you drag your ankles up higher towards your bottom, letting your legs fall open wider to give him a better view as your other hand slides down. You plunge two fingers into yourself, your hips canting off the mattress with a staccato breath at the sensation of yourself, so hot and tight.

“That's right,” he endorses, a leisurely movement of his hand up and down his cock as he watches you from a few feet away. “‘Feel yourself, darling. Tis paradise, is it not?” that trademark rumbling voice skittering over your skin, goosebumps raising down your arms just at the tone. 

“Come closer,” you appeal breathily, wanting to smell him, feel his heat, his flesh—anything.

He shakes his head, smirking wider as his refusal spurs you on, desperate to come. Mewling as your fingers speed up, one circling your clit, the others buried as far as you can, wishing instead it were his long, graceful fingers reaching places you are unable. Watching him squeeze his own cock hurtles you fast, already aroused from the moment he slid a hand into your dress in the carriage. 

Unable to fight the tide in your body, you screw your eyes shut and call out his name as your pussy starts to convulse around your own fingers, toes curling into the sheet, your muscles all going stiff, your hips again raised as you feel the tide break. A gush of wetness runs down your palm and your bottom cheeks as your mind floats away. Distantly, you can hear him speaking, but it’s fuzzy as you flop back down, sated, your legs going flat, too shaky to balance.

You startle as a warm hand circles the wrist of your fingers still inside yourself, bringing you abruptly back into the room. Benedict looms over you, his chest heaving, that power still there.

“What was that?” your query drowsy, lips dry.

He chuckles richly. “I said that was spectacular,” he repeats, bemused. “But also that I want you to paint your nipples with your arousal, my love, for me,” he commands, tugging your hand so your fingers slide out of yourself.

You do as bidden, still floating down from the high, smearing your own warm juices onto your puffed areolas.

“Perfect..” he intones.

In one swift, athletic move, he mounts the bed. You cry out as his warm mouth encloses your left nipple, groaning lewdly as he licks you clean of your arousal, his tongue a heavy, warm, wet weight curling around your sensitive bud, his lips tugging gently, reawakening those synapses only just recovering from your orgasm. 

“Why do you always taste like heaven?” his dusky question is rhetorical, his breath gusting over your sternum as he swaps to your other breast to meter out the same treatment. He has you moving under him again as he settles his body over you more firmly, your hips tilting up to feel his hard cock graze your inner thigh. “I wonder if you will still taste like heaven when you are heavy with my child?” he hums thoughtfully as he teases your nipple with the tip of his nose, one hand cupping your empty belly. “I dare say even moreso, ripe like a vine, bearing fruit…” That sonorous voice teases over your skin as he moves slowly upwards to nuzzle your neck. “My fruit….” he adds, possessive as he sucks your earlobe into his mouth, so loud now right by your ear.

His hands wind around your thighs as he shuffles position so he is kneeling between your legs, his ropey thighs spread wide under yours…

“Are you ready for that, my love?” he pauses until you nod almost imperceptibly; you squeak as he suddenly hauls you down the bed, hips onto his lap, your pelvis now higher than your head upon the sheets. Your stockings unfurling down your legs where he quickly plucks at the ribbons holding them aloft.

“Good, because I am more than ready for you,” it almost sounds like a warning.

Then, with a solid thrust, he spears into your body, the invasion toe-curling, your fingers grasping his muscular forearms that are clamped around your waist. It is a primal position, and he begins to thrust with no mercy, his cock feeling huge and heavy, a strong weight that drags heavily over your walls as your pussy clings to him. Your eyes flutter closed as you whimper his name, powerless to do anything but take his thrusts, draped across his lap as you are.

“Look at me,” he demands raggedly. And you do, his handsome face contorted with effort as he slams into you, a little bead of sweat forming on his brow. “Look at me while I fuck a baby into you, wife.”

He’s never spoken to you like this before, clipped, harsh. It seems appropriate that he would be almost desperate in an act so elemental, so of the earth—to create life. Stoking a fire deep in your core that is a clarion call for him, a frisson running over your skin at the idea you are being impregnated. Bred.

You know neither of you will last long with this almost frenzied coupling, the tendrils of your arousal already swirling so soon after your last, his near-brutish handling precisely what you need, your swollen pearl slammed into his flat abdomen with every stroke he takes. The sheets roll under your shoulder blades as he keeps the same position, your hips high, a mounting that you cannot and do not want to escape, knowing he is leaving fingertip bruises around the dip of your waist, marks you will carry secretly with pride just for him.

You moan his name, so close again to that ephemeral bliss, thrashing your head from side to side as if willing the pleasure to break and wash over you.

“Come on, come for me, milk me, darling. Take what you need, take my seed,” his voice a deep wrecked purr, the lines of his body tense, craving release as much as you.

That command is what breaks the dam for you, an almost violent ricochet fanning out from where you clench around him, his cries muffled behind the rushing noise in your ears, every part of you convulsing in a pleasurable wave. And then, in a floating haze, for the very first time, you feel your husband come inside you, a warm bloom that coats your walls. It's an intoxicating feeling; you never want him to come anywhere else ever again.

“That's it, well done, my love,” he croons, eyes still shut as he shudders with little aftershocks, not leaving your body—as if he wants to stay inside you always.

——

As the embers in the fireplace glow white, you lay in post-coital bliss, bodies dewy from exertion. Benedict rests his head upon your stomach as you card your fingers leisurely through his hair.

“Do you believe we may have made a baby, darling?” he hums, pressing his ear to your belly button as if listening for a heartbeat.

“I am certain of it, husband; you were so very thorough with your attentions,” you assure as he takes your hand in his, lacing your fingers together. “I hope our baby has your face,” you opine.

“Even if it is a girl?!”

“Thou art as pretty as thou art handsome, Mr Bridgerton,” you quip.

He laughs, carefree, crawling behind you and pulling you into a spooned embrace. “Be careful with such provocation, wife; I may not be done with you after all,” he jests idly. “I, on the other hand, hope our child looks like you, even if it is a boy.” he posits, crowding into your back, his lips warm on the shell of your ear.

“Why?” you laugh, frowning, twisting to look back at him.

“So that I may love them as much as I do you,” he breezes nonchalantly as if what he says is not the sweetest thing you can imagine, causing a tart, sudden spike of want through your body, even as you lay sated.

“Be careful, husband,” you volley back, coquettish. “Or I may not yet be done with you.”

There is a sharp, approving intake of breath, and his hand slides low from your belly into the thatch of hair at the apex of your thighs.

“Is that a promise” he rumbles, your gasp loud as his fingers expertly drag against your clit.

“It is whatever you want. Just do not stop,” you rush out, your hand curling around his bicep, feeling a rigid mass slide hot against your bottom. “Again, husband,” you appeal breathily. “Impregnate me again.”

“With pleasure, wife,” he growls, surging into your body with a force that again steals the very breath from your lungs.

The pinkish light dawn is streaking over the ceiling above when you both finally succumb to sleep after many more vigorous attempts at babymaking. The last one, perhaps the most desperate, you pinned against the headboard, him fucking into you so hard from behind that a jagged crack appears, spidering up the wall from where the bedframe slammed into it. A flaw which he steadfastly refuses to get fixed, claiming it to be the most profound art—a souvenir and ode to a momentous night.

——

9 months later

Benedict’s lips mash against your sweaty brow as he keeps lauding you with praise, excitement and pride evident in his every word. You flop back onto the bed, exhaustion deep in your bones, your body turned inside out, hurting in a way you have never known.

But it was all worth it.

What feels like only moments later, in your shattered, addled state, the doctor and nurses depart. Your husband perches on the bed next to you, his face a picture of wonderment. Holding not just one but two bundles of joy in the crooks of his arms. One girl, one boy—fraternal twins.

“My love, we have created the most beautiful creatures on all of this earth,” he attests partisanly, his voice profound with emotion, his eyes pinging from one swaddled face to the other as they sleep soundly.

You shoot him a watery but ironic smile. “I suppose, dear husband, that is what happens when you spend a whole night impregnating me. You succeed twice over.”

His brow raises pointedly, his tongue shooting out to pass over his bottom lip. “Are you suggesting next time around, wife, we keep going for three days straight? So that I may have a brood of eight by the time we are done?” Deploying his bedroom voice that he knows full well makes your knees weak.

“Do not say such things in front of the children!” you chide, swatting his knee where it touches your thigh. “And no, I am not carrying six of your progeny at once; that is simply preposterous!”

“Four?” he petitions with a wink.

You roll your eyes affectionately, settling back into the mound of pillows. “A maximum of two at a time is my final offer, Benedict Bridgerton,” you respond drolly.

“Entirely reasonable,” he chuckles contentedly, dropping a kiss onto each of their foreheads before handing both to you so delicately, as if they are the most precious bundles in the world. 

Which to you both, they are.

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Five times I whispered 'I love you.' Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader.

Summary; Being Daphne's best friend had its perks, growing up alongside the Bridgerton family, going to the balls with them, and falling in love with her older brother.

Warning; shit tone of fluff, little smut, angst. Family death; readers mother passed away and Father is ill with similar traits as the King. Readers last name is Taylor.

Distractions.

"Y/n,"

You pause, looking through the mirror at Daphne, your fingers run through your curls, a simple lilac dress hugging your frame beautifully.

"Dear, why are you running?" You laugh, raising a questioning brow at the oldest Bridgerton daughter.

"I need your help, the Duke is on his way and I need a moment alone with him-"

"Out of wedlock," You turn around to face Daphne, with a gasp, you place a hand on your chest with a teasing smirk, "How scandalous."

Daphne whacks your shoulder, passing you to take a lipstick from her vanity, "No, I need you to go downstairs and distract Anthony for me, mother has taken the others to the market and you are my only help."

"It will cost you three new books-"

"Of course," Daphne beams, pressing a kiss on your cheek, "Thank you."

You hum in reply, the two of you quickly scurrying to window as the carriage arrives at the front of the house. You both share a look before the two of rush out her room and down the stairs, hands held together as you try not too trip over your dresses.

"Go quickly, I'll distract him," You gently push Daphne towards the door before rushing towards Anthony's office.

Taking a deep breath, you straighten your dress and gently knock on his door. Hearing a faint, 'come in', you gently open the door, popping your head around the corner as he looks up from his desk.

"Lord Bridgerton," You greet with a smile, "I was wondering-"

"What are you up too?" Anthony frowns, placing down his work, "You have that look on your face-"

"I have no look upon my face-"

"You certainty do-"

"My face holds nothing but beauty,"

Anthony laughs, standing up as you smile teasingly at him, "You hold a lot of beauty, Lady Taylor."

You feel your cheeks blush as he gets himself a drink, he leans against his desk as he watches you. You hold his eyes for a moment before clearing your throat, "I was wondering if you wanted to walk with me in the gardens, Daphne is busy-"

"Of course," Anthony replies, taking his jacket from the back of his chair.

"Are you not busy?"

"Not for you," Anthony offers you his arm with a smile, "And I can't have my sisters dear friend wondering around alone."

You smile, taking his arm as the two of you head towards the gardens, you look over your shoulder catching Daphne followed by the Duke who gives you a cheeky wink to which you roll your eyes at playfully.

Anthony holds the door for you, and you head out into the gardens. Beautiful lines of flowers lead down the garden path towards the pond, where a tall white fountain sits in the middle of it.

"Its beautiful out here," You say, letting your fingertips run over tall pink flowers, "You should host a picnic."

Anthony hums in agreement, "And whom should attend?"

"Me," You raise a brow at him, making him tilt his head down towards yours with a smile on his own.

"You practically live here," He jokes, "But you are more than welcome."

Your hand falls from Anthony's arm as Hyacinth and Gregory come bounding towards the two of you, their nanny running close behind with bright red cheeks. You catch Hyacinth in your arms, placing the ten year old on you hip as she hugs you.

"Y/n," She beams, "Have you seen our new flowers, mother had them placed by the entrance, they are tall and purple and-"

"They are beautiful," You press a kiss on her cheek, Anthony watches with small smile, holding Gregory's hand in his own as the four of you continue your walk, "What are you two playing?"

"We were just running around," Gregory answers, gently swinging his and Anthony's hands.

"Sounds exhausting," You roll your eyes playfully as Hyacinth giggles at you.

"Anthony?" Gregory pauses, pointing over into the distance, "What is that?"

Your eyes go wide as Anthony looks over at you, then towards the carriage at the front of the house. Anthony races towards the entrance as you place down Hyacinth, taking hers and Gregory's hand as you follow behind him.

Reaching the entrance, the carriage is long gone, leaving Daphne stood at the doors with a small smile. Anthony skids to a stop, looking up at his sister with a questioning look. You stop beside Daphne, holding a cheeky smile as he glares at you, now knowing your true intentions for wanting to go for a walk.

"I best excuse myself," You press a kiss on the two youngest's head before pressing one on Daphne's kiss, who whispers a thank you. Making your way down the steps, you lean up to press a kiss on his cheek, "Have a lovely evening, Ant."

Anthony watches you walk away, fingertips brushing over his cheek as Daphne laughs, he glares up at her, "You are unable to question my love life if you are unable to sort out yours, brother."

Anthony watches as his sister ushers his little brother and sister inside the house before looking over his shoulder in the distance you had wondered off too.

2. Always.

"Lady Taylor,"

You jump in surprise as The Duke bursts into the room, eyes wide, breathing heavily, cloths in disarray. It was late a night, your home library only lit up by a few candles. You place down your book, heart pounding in your chest as catch onto the worry in his eyes.

"Daphne has gone into labour, Y/n," He hurries, offering you his hand as you rush with him through your house.

"What is happening?" Your father questions, stepping outside of his office.

"It's Daphne papa," You quickly explain, slipping on your shoes, "She has gone into labour."

"Wish her my best," You father smiles, looking over your shoulder at the Duke who takes your hand again gently pulling you along, "And you too son, you'll be a fine father."

The Duke smile quickly, closing the doors behind you before climbing into the carriage, "Are you alright?"

Simon nods, knee bobbing up and down, his face written with anxiety, "I am worried."

"Daphne is a strong woman, I have grown up alongside her and she will be a wonderful mother," You reassure him before teasingly adding, "So will you."

Simon laughs, "Thank you, Y/n. She asked for you, she needs you beside her."

"Always."

"As did the Viscount," Simon says, you open your mouth to reply but he beats you too it, "He trusts you, I have never seen Anthony so infatuated."

The rest of the carriage ride is sat in silence. Your heart pounding in your chest as you arrive, Simon rushes out before you, you quickly following as you rush towards Daphne's room. Reaching the hallway towards her room, The Duke runs past the siblings who sit scattered outside the in the hallway. Anthony pushes off the wall he was leaning on, quickly taking your hands as Daphne's scream echoes down the hall as Simon walks back into her room.

Your eyes stay onto his, squeezing his hand, "I have too-"

"I know," Anthony nods, pressing a gently kiss on your hands, "Be with her."

You walk past the siblings, pressing a quick kiss on Hyacinth's head as you pass. Anthony watches as you close the bedroom door behind you, before sighing, slumping back down beside Benedict.

"Are you ever going to come to your senses?"

Anthony frowns, looking at his brother, "Pardon?"

"Y/n, she has grown with us," Benedict leans his head back against the wall, "You don't look at her like how Colin and I do, you look at her as if she holds your world."

Anthony shakes his head, "I do not wish to burden Y/n with our family-"

"She is family."

Hours had past. Gregory and Hyacinth had gone to bed, the rest of the siblings fallen asleep in the hall. Benedict passes his brother a drink as he rubs his eyes tiredly.

"I believe it will be a boy," Benedict mumbles tiredly as Anthony hums in agreement.

Their heads shot up as you quietly come from the room, gently closing it behind you, you smile brightly, "It's a boy."

Anthony and Benedict share a laugh, as the other siblings startle awake. They celebrate together as Anthony walks towards you, gently wiping away the happy tear that rolled down your cheek. He placed a gentle kiss on your forehead as you rest your hands on his chest as holds you close.

"Thank you, Y/n."

"Always, Anthony."

3. Take my hand.

Aubrey Hall looked stunning under the summer sun, the garden decorated with numerous tents, surrounding a platform for dancing, a band siting in the corner.

"It looks truly beautiful," Daphne mutters as you nod in agreement, watching as Lords and Ladies began to dance under the evening sky.

Anthony and Colin walk up to the two of you and Anthony takes a moment to take in how breath taking you look. A sheer black dress sat over a burgundy one with think straps, sheer black gloves reach over your elbows, dark hair curled and pulled into a perfect bun. He smiled gently as you thank him for the drink he passed you, the four of you stand on the steps watching down on the garden party.

"Is that Lord Elton your father is talking too?" Colin asks, squinting under the sun as the three of your follow Colin's gaze, "Why would your father be speaking to Lord Elton, the man that has been rumoured to be the biggest prick of the ton."

Anthony reaches behind you, smacking his brother around the back of his head, but none-the-less doesn't disagree.

"Why would your father be talking to Lord Elton?" Colin asks as Daphne and yourself share a worried expression.

"I will be back in a moment," You rush down the steps and hurry towards your father.

Anthony watches with a heavy feeling sat in his heart as you gently interrupt their conversation. His stare hardens as Lord Elton gently presses a kiss on the back of your hand.

"Stop glaring," Daphne gently nudges her older brothers arm.

"Lady Y/n looks beautiful tonight, I am sure he is hoping for much more,"

Anthony smacks his brother again as Daphne rolls her eyes at the two, "Anthony, you truly need to see that Y/n would be a fine wife for you."

"She is your closest friend, Daphne," Anthony replies, swallowing thickly as he watches you, "She is family-"

"She makes the world stop for you, doesn't she?" Daphne rhetorically asks, "She makes you happy and you make her happy too, I only wish for the two of you to be happy together."

Anthony looks down at his sister, mirroring her soft smile as he presses a gentle kiss on her forehead.

Colin chuckles, "In other words brother, be a man and tell her how you feel." Colin ducks before his older brother could smack him.

You pull your father to the side as Lord Elton walks away to get himself a drink. Your father was the only family you had after your mother's passing a few years ago. Recently, your father had been having these spells as your father calls it, moments where he forgot about the world around him and focused on the stars, believing your mother was calling him from the stars.

"Lord Elton is a good man-"

"Father, I understand you are worried but he is not a good man, I wouldn't be happy-"

"But you would be safe and have money, the children you have will be looked after," You father gently argues, cupping your face he brushes his thumb over your cheek, "If I can not remember you, my darling, I want to forget with you secure and with someone I trust."

"You trust him?" You ask, brows pinched together as you look at your father, "Don't you want me to be happy?"

"Lord Elton is hardly around, he is wealthy," You father answers, "You would have my inheritance-"

"That he would take, he is a wicked man-"

"You mustn't think the worst of people," Your father's gaze harden slightly as he sighs, shoulders dropping, "I don't know how long I have left and I need you to be safe when I pass."

"I will-"

"Lord Elton will provide for you, and he has enough to do so," You father finalizes, "I will be giving him my blessing."

Your father walks away as you watch with a sudden pit of anxiety sat in your stomach. Looking over your shoulder the Bridgeton siblings had disappeared which your thankful for as you rush up the stairs and into the house.

You rush further into the house, away from the garden party, you finally sob, pressing a gloved hand over your mouth as you slide down the wall, falling into tears.

Outside Anthony watches as you quickly walk away and into the house, passing his drink to Benedict before quickly following. He smiles politely as people greet him before rushing further into the house. Anthony frowns, falling beside you to bring you into a hug letting you sob into his chest.

"My father is ill," You whisper, as you wipe away your tears, moving to lean your head on his shoulder.

"I am sorry," Anthony replies, pressing a kiss on your head, "What is wrong?"

"He has these spells," You quietly say, "He believes he can hear my mother and she is telling him to meet him in the stars, he has fits and spells of anger where he locks himself in his office."

"What can be done?" Anthony take one of your gloves off, lacing your fingers together.

"Nothing," You reply, wiping another fallen tear, "He wants to marry me off to Lord Elton so he can pass knowing I am safe-"

"Lord Elton is a wicked man-"

"Please tell my father, Ant," You lean your chin on his shoulder as he peers down at you, "I don't want to marry him."

"I know," Anthony presses a kiss on your forehead, "I won't let it happen."

You breath a laugh, tightening your hand in his, "And how will you do that, my Lord?"

Anthony swallows thickly, before resting his forehead on yours, "Whatever to make sure you are happy."

4. Our final moment.

On a warm summers day, your father hosted a game of croquet, inviting the Bridgerton family, The Duke and Lord Elton for a friendly game. Taylor summer house was grand, your favourite home; tall tower like structures either side of the grand entrance, a library with bookcases from the floor to the ceiling and a garden that reached for miles, the house surrounded by trees. It was simply beautiful.

"May I say," Lord Elton says, pushing back his thick dark hair off the thin line of sweat, "This house would be magnificent to raise children in."

You share a look with Daphne after Lord Elton winked at you. Anthony glared at him as the Duke nudged him, raising a brow at him to which he rolled his eyes at. You gently tugged the sleeves of your lace sleeves over your knuckles as your father awkwardly chuckles, breaking the slight pause at the Lord's comment.

"I think Lord Taylor and I will sit the rest of this out," Violet gently smiles, placing a comforting hand on your arm sensing your uneasiness.

"I agree, I grow tired quickly now I grow old," You father jokes, smiling gratefully as Benedict passes him a drink before he sits.

"You've been old for awhile, father," You press a quick kiss on his head as you pass, smiling as Anthony passes you a blue mallet. The sibling's yourself and the Duke, carry on with the game, walking down the garden hill to the next match.

"What a quick tongue," Lord Elton jokes, taking the yellow mallet from Anthony's hand, "I am sure we can fix that when you'll be mine."

"I am no object you can claim," You take the yellow mallet from his hands, passing it back to Anthony as you pass, "And I do not need to be fixed."

Anthony shares a smirk with Simon as Daphne and Eloise share a laugh hidden under their hands. Benedict pats your shoulder with a proud smile before you take your shot perfectly.

As the game continues, you stand beside Anthony and Daphne, laughing gently at Colin's misfortune and bad aim. Lord Elton follows on, whacking the ball and Anthony's out the way making Anthony's roll down the hill. Anthony glares as you roll your eyes at Lord Elton's smirk. Daphne goes next, sending a cheeky wink to her husband as she hits your ball, coincidently making it follow Anthony's.

"I guess we need to go for a hunt, Lord Bridgerton," You smile cheekily, taking Anthony's arm.

As Lord Elton goes to object, Anthony smiles, "We will catch up, continue."

Simon wraps an arm around Daphne's shoulders as the two share a knowing smile.

Anthony and yourself walk down the hill, your hand falls into his in a more intimate moment, his thumb brushing over your knuckles. The two of you found your croquet balls stuck in mud at the edge of the tree line.

"Come on,"

Anthony watches as you walk into the mud, bunching your dress in one hand. You whack the ball out of the mud, before looking at Anthony with a raised brow. He chuckles before sighing as he steps into the mud, whacking the ball out of the mud and beside yours. Anthony takes a step out of the mud, sighing at his new black shoes now covered in mud.

"Anthony,"

Anthony looks over at you, who is struggling to get out of the mud, your mallet now fallen beside you as you try and pull your foot out. Anthony steps back into the mud, hand catching yours, as he gently pulls you into his arms.

Looking down at you, you hold onto his arms, tugging gently to try and free yourself, "May I lift you?"

"You may,"

Placing his hands on your waist, you wrap your arms around his shoulders as he lifts you out of the mud. As he goes to walk out of the mud, he finds himself stuck making to two of you tumble forward. You back hits the mud first, his body falling on yours. The two of you gaze at each other, before breaking into a fit of laughter, your arms wrap around his shoulders, legs slotted together.

"Your covered in mud," Anthony murmurs as the laughter dies, bright smiles gracing your faces.

"My back and just your knees," You wink, "How scandalous."

Anthony laughs again, eyes searching yours as his cheeks blush pink, "A rumour that may save you from marriage."

"So that was your plan all along,"

"Possibly."

His eyes flickered over your face, before falling onto your lips, you barely tilted your head at him, raising your brows when you let your eyes level at his mouth, at those pink lips.

"Anthony," You breathlessly whispered.

His lips meet in the most romantic kiss, one full of passion and unspoken love. A muddied hand cupped your cheek as Anthony leaned down on his elbow beside your head, you hands fell to cup the back of his head, fingertips running down his nape as you pulled him, if possible, closer. You moaned into his mouth as the hand that once cupped your cheek gripped your hip tightly bunching your dress in his fist as instinctively hitch your leg over his hip.

The kisses turn more hungry and needy, his tongue dancing over yours as his hips press into yours. His hand runs over your ankle that sits on his hip, running his hand down the length of your smooth leg before resting it on your upper thigh.

"Lady Y/n! Anthony!"

The two of you quickly pull apart as Colin comes bounding down the hill. Scrambling to your feet, Anthony helps you out of the mud before picking up your mallet passing it to you before picking up his own. Colin stops, looking between the two of you with a wide cheeky grin.

"You have a little mud on your cheek," Colin points to your cheek making your eyes go wide as you quickly try brushing away the mud off your cheek.

"We will be there in a moment," Anthony tells his brother.

Colin nods, unable to take the smile off his face as he sends you a cheeky wink before walking back up the hill. Anthony takes his handkerchief from his pocket, standing in front of you as her cups your cheek, gently cleaning the mud from your cheek. His eyes never leave yours as he does. Shrugging out of his jacket, he wraps it around your shoulders, helping you slide your arms into his jacket.

"To hide the mud," He quietly jokes, making you blush.

"Thank you," Anthony smiles, pressing a lingering kiss on your forehead.

5. 'I love you.'

Lord Elton held a ball in order to celebrate your engagement. Though it was a little beforehand as you had yet to be asked for your hand in marriage. The hall was decorated beautifully with white flowers, tall champagne towers and a band playing on a stage.

Anthony was unable to look away from you; a white dress with lace detailing and long sleeves that fell over your knuckles, flower embroidery decorating the skirt. You hair was long and curled, half of it pinned back with delicate pearls.

"You are staring again," Eloise nudged her brothers arm.

"I can not help it," Anthony admits, eyes meeting your as you look over your shoulder, you send him a kind smile though your eyes betray you true feelings.

"This is your last chance to tell her," Eloise tells him softly, taking a sip of her drink, "Or Lord Prick will marry her."

Anthony chuckles, looking down at his sister fondly, "Stop listening to Colin's foul language."

"I believe I learnt that from you, brother."

You grasp your father hand in your own as his began to shake. Lord Elton rambles on about something, but you pay no attention, focusing on your father.

"Lord, I hope you don't mind but I think my father has had enough for tonight," You smile gently at him, "I think its time to go home."

"Of course, I will accompany you-"

"That isn't necessary-"

"When you are mine, I will not let you out of my sight," Lord Elton pulling your father closing to him and out of your hand, "I will take him to the carriage, get whatever you need."

You watch helplessly as he takes you father away, worry sitting in the pit of your stomach as you gently push through the crowd. The announcement that the ball is over is shouted as you take Daphne's hand, gently pulling her aside.

Her worried eyes meet your own, "My father is about to have a spell and Lord Elton is coming with us, possibly to propose, what do I do?"

She squeezes your hand, "Talk to him, quickly. My brother loves you, go before it's too late."

You nod, quickly pressing a kiss on her cheek before quickly walking towards the eldest Bridgerton brother. He stands alone, waiting for his siblings and mother to collect themselves before getting into the carriage. His eyes widen as you approach meeting you halfway, placing his hand on your shoulders as his eyes meet your worried ones.

"What happened?"

"I am taking my father home, he is unwell," You rush out, "Tell me you love me."

"Pardon-?"

"The prick will propose with my father's blessing in his state, he is playing a wicked game and I know it, so tell me you love me as I love you and be the man my father wants me to marry, be that man I feel safe with."

Anthony's brain pauses, his heart stopping as his hands fall from your shoulders. You heart hurts, taking his moment to mean rejection. You look over your shoulder as a butler calls your name, telling you a carriage has arrived.

Looking back at Anthony, he stares, eyes glazed over as you nod once before walking away, brushing past the Bridgerton siblings, ignoring Daphne as she calls your name.

"He missed his chance," Eloise sadly mutters, head falling onto Benedict's shoulder as he watches his older brother crumble.

---

Holding your father's hand tightly, you guide him through the house as he mutters quietly to himself. Taking him into the office, you sit him down into the chair before pulling the curtains closed, closing your father away from the heavy rain and sudden shout of thunder.

"What is happening?" Lord Elton asks as you father mutters to himself, head in hands as you kneel beside him.

"He is fine," You defensively dismiss him, "Thank you for your assistance but you may leave-"

"He is losing his mind," Lord Elton laughs, watching as your father gently rocks himself, looking up at the ceiling, muttering about your mother and the stars, "Look at the man."

"Don't you dare-"

"Do what?" Lord Elton rhetorically asks, taking a further step into the office, "You are simply a woman and he is a freak."

"You are simply a beast of a man, one that is cruel and heartless," You spit, clutching your father hands tighter in your own as a tear rolls down your cheek, "I will never except your hand in marriage."

Lord Elton glare down at you, before spitting horridly at yours and your fathers feet, "I wouldn't touch the Bridgerton's whore anyway."

"Leave before I write to the Queen herself, describing how much of a prick you truly are, and then no woman will want to touch you."

Lord Elton snarls before slamming every door on his way out. You turn to your father, letting go of one of his hands to gently cup his face, he tiredly blinks at you as you wipe away a tear.

"I am sorry," Your father quietly whispers, "I am so sorry, my dear."

"Do not apologise, you wanted what was best for me," You reply with a quick pained smile, "But I am afraid what I thought was best for me, doesn't want me."

"Anthony knows, he is just scared." Your father gently rests his forehead on yours, "Your mother was everything to me, when you where born you became everything as well, I want what is best for you and I got carried away in my own worries that you would be alone when I pass that I was unable to see how I was going to marry you with a man that was going to do more harm than happiness."

"You need to rest," You pull away, standing up to help him, "I will ask the cook to get you something warm to eat-"

"I can do that, darling," You father squeezes your hand, giving you a warm smile, "Go and find your happiness."

"I can not leave you like this-"

You father presses a kiss on the back of your hand, "I will be fine, now go."

---

"I froze, how could I be so stupid?"

Benedict sighs, sitting beside his brother, who holds his head in his hands, cheeks stained with tears. Daphne kneels in front of him, placing a hand on his knee as Violet sits the other side of him, placing a comforting hand on her son's back.

"Love makes us do stupid things," His mother gently whispers sadly.

"I have loved her for so long and Y/n tells me she loves me and I suddenly do not know how to reply," Anthony finally breaks, looking at his mother as a tear runs down his cheek, "I have lost her."

"No, no you have not," Violet brings her son in her arms, pressing a kiss on his head, "You can still go to her, tell her before it is too late."

"Lord Elton-"

"Do you honestly believe that Y/n would chose Lord Elton over the one she truly loves?"

Anthony looks down at his sister, who offers him a knowing smile. Benedict pats his brother's shoulder, mirroring Daphne's smile.

Violet nods, squeezing her son's hand tightly, "Go and get your happiness, Anthony."

---

The maids shout after you as you rush out of the house, hands gripping your dress tightly as you run through the rain. You hair sticks to your neck, the white dress ruined but you couldn't find yourself to care.

The Bridgerton siblings and Violet watch as Anthony rushes out of the house, smiling happily as they watch Anthony run down the street. Simon takes his wife's hand in his own, pressing a kiss on her head before gently taking his son out of her arms. Eloise beams as Colin wraps an arm around her shoulder as Benedict wraps his arms around the two youngest. Violet wipes the tear off her cheek as she finally watches her eldest son chase after the purest love.

Rounding the corner, the streets are empty, only lit up by the golden glow from the house windows. You suddenly stop as he does, standing opposite sides of the road. His hair sticks to his forehead, white skirt sticking to his arms as his blue waistcoat is soaked in rain.

Your chest heaves as your heart pounds in your chest, the two of you clash into a hug. His arms wrap around your waist as your wrap around his shoulders, holding you close to him, he presses a light kiss on your neck before pulling away slightly.

"I do, I do love you," Anthony breaths out, "I am sorry I froze, but hearing you tell me you love me, I- It was all I have ever wanted to hear."

You smile, gently pressing a hand to the back of his nape, resting his forehead to yours, "There are many reasons why I couldn't marry Lord Elton, not only because he was a prick but because I couldn't imagine marry anyone else but you."

"Then marry me," Anthony says, nose brushing against yours as he smiles, "Let me call you my wife, let me have children with you, grow old with you, let me kiss you when I want, let me love you."

You share a kiss under the stars, one full of spoken and knowing love, one of passion and understanding. His hand holds the back of your head as your hands slide down his shoulders, resting on his chest, his heart thumping under your touch. He holds onto desperately, kissing you with all his love, before gently pulling away, resting his forehead on yours with a love sick smile.

"I love you," Anthony whispered against your lips.

"I love you too."