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Your tags caught my eye:

So pleased you enjoyed this so much. TY for reblogging 😁🧡🧡

Cravats

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Just kinky, married wall sex.... sorry rubbish summary

Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, kink content, slightly rough vaginal sex, wall sex, light bondage, biting, slight breathplay, dirty talk, derogatory term, mention of shibari style bondage and edging. Very unofficial use of cravats.

Word Count: 2.1k

Authors Note: Unbetaed. Not what I should be writing (aka Portrait, my other WIPs). I should be ashamed of myself. Don't let me write at 4am. I'm going to hide now and maybe delete this later. I blame this squarely on @eleanor-bradstreet for her cravats post. Sorry <3

“Darling, I'm home early; I was thinking we c…” he screeches to a halt mid-sentence.

Damn.

You have been caught red-handed. You thought he would be out all afternoon promenading with his sister.

“What are you doing?” Benedict asks, puzzlement filling his tone.

You stand in your joint dressing room with one of his cravats looped around your neck, and you are, well, there’s no getting around it, inhaling his scent from it, even sucking on the material. Even you are not sure what compelled you to do such a thing other than you caught a whiff as you went by and, well… couldn’t resist a sniff, even a taste.

“I like the feel of the silk…” your stutter, the sound muffled, knowing you are blushing.

He moves closer. “And is there any reason you are sucking on it, my dear?” he rumbles, gently tugging the end from your mouth, eying the wet patch that blooms darker from your saliva.

“I like your taste,” you mutter quietly, head bowed in shame.

“What was that?” his tease velvety, “speak up, darling.”

You know he is flirting now. You look up to meet his heated gaze and repeat louder. “I like that they taste of you, husband.” 

His eyes dilate rapidly at your statement, and he takes a deep breath.

“I love how utterly feral you are for me,” he snarls. You are hauled against his solid frame, one of his arms banding tight around your waist, the other gathering both ends of the cravat looped around your throat a few times. “Do you know all the ways I could tease you with these?” he rumbles, his voice skittering hot over the skin of your neck.

“Tell me,” you exhale raggedly, thrilled about where this is going.

“I could tie you up in a rainbow, my darling,” his promise so intoxicating, “cover your skin in delicate, intricate silks bound in exotic knots that only I can untie.”

You breathe harder at the very idea.

“Do you know how many cravats I own, darling?”

You glance sideways at the rack but give up at attempting to count them when his warm lips start to suck insistently on the spot right below your ear.

“Fifty-two,” he answers between nips of your skin with his teeth, “one for every week of the year.”

“That’s a lot, husband…,” you rasp, his grip on the cravat at your neck starting to restrict your windpipe just a touch, causing a dangerous slick jolt of arousal down your spine.

He hums in agreement, suddenly releases the cravat, and wrenches your dress off your right shoulder—the room echoing with the sound of a seam ripping under his harsh grip. His mouth lands hot on the skin there, and you shudder as he bites down just a little. Talk about feral.

Wordlessly he rips the rest of your light cotton dress with one fist grab, and it falls to the floor around you. It wasn’t one of your favourites anyway; the animalistic urge it has brought out in him is far more enthralling than your affection for that dress. 

Then his hands are roughly plucking the lace of your stays, your whole body jerking with the motions. All the while, he is staring you down predatory, and you daren’t look away, just hypnotised by his stormy expression. When he is like this occasionally, you are utterly mindless for it, for him, in this crazed state. Your stays hit the floor behind you, and he picks up your now naked body, except his cravat, and propels you against the wall of your dressing room, knocking over an empty hatstand as he does so.

You gasp as it slams to the wood floor, and your back hits the wall. 

“Benedict,” you splutter in surprise at how forceful he is. He’s not hurting you, but he’s not treating you gently.

“Don’t suck on my clothing like a wanton little bitch in heat and not expect me to fuck you,” he intones.

You are shocked at how aroused you get at the derogatory phrase he uses—just a flood between your thighs. Your nipples pebbled hard as they rasp against the slightly scratchy wool of his sharply tailored cropped jacket as his hand reaches between your bodies and roughly unbuttons his britches.

You feel a wave of body heat over the apex of your thighs as he pulls out his cock and swipes its hot sticky tip over your clit. You moan at the sensation, already so pulsing and swollen from his handling of you. He loops your left leg high onto his forearm, a slight burn in your thigh from the stretch, and plunges into your pussy without warning. You cry out at the sheer size and speed of his invasion. Spearing you open.

“Yes, that’s it; scream my name,” he orders through clenched teeth; your most often mild-mannered sweet husband is almost nowhere to be found under this untamed wild man. And hell, if it isn’t everything you want.

He starts a punishing rhythm right away. Just fucking you. Hard. Your hands fly into his hair and fist the luscious mass there. He groans lewdly as you tug on the strands and rake your nails over his scalp, giving almost as good as you are getting. Hungry for him in a way you're not sure polite society would understand. 

You idly wonder how many wives of the Ton get stripped, bitten and fucked against a wall by their husbands on an overcast Tuesday afternoon. You suspect very few. You also suspect fewer would do what you do, pitch forward in his rough, punishing grip and bite his earlobe, gusting encouragements right into his ear, making him stumble in his movement and growl.

You want his handprints on your body, his teeth marks, signs that you are his. And you want to mark him too, leave scratches on his skin, bruises on his neck from sucking so hard. Just possessive, dark things that he brings out in you, things that you never imagined when you married him as a maid, all those months ago. 

You’ll never forget the first time he was like this. You removed your shawl as you sat down in a box to watch the opera, and he saw the mark he had left on the swell of your breast, entirely by accident, in his enthusiasm. He leans over, mumbles an apology, and asks you to conceal it. Instead, you turn your head and whisper you are proud to wear his mark and don’t care who sees it. The surprise and sheer want on his face you will never forget. He made it through half a song before grabbing your hand and pulling you into a stairwell, pushing aside your underwear and taking you right there, lying on the cold stone steps. It was the fastest you had ever orgasmed in your life. And now, you aid and abet him every time he lets out his wild side, wanting nothing more than the full force of his dizzying desire.

His hipbones will undoubtedly leave marks on your inner thighs as he pounds into your body, snapping deep and making you grunt softly with each push. You will probably carry a slight ache tomorrow, and you crave it. A reminder of how much passion you can share.

He pauses his movements, leans to the side and grabs two cravats. Looping them around your wrists a few times and tying a bow as he holds you against the wall up on your tiptoe, him buried deep inside you.

“What are you doing?” you are intrigued why he has stopped to tie pretty colourful knots on your person.

He doesn't answer, but the smirk on his face as he raises your hand high makes you tilt your head up against the wall and watch as he loops the bow he made in the material around a high coat hook there.

Oh.

He does the same with your other arm. Now you are hooked to the wall.

“Green,” you breathe, and his grin is boyish and so breathtakingly handsome.

That is the word he asks you to say when he checks your comfort level with something new. You don’t even wait for him to ask, desperate for him to continue, to start fucking you again. Instead, he curls his spine outwards and sinks down to teeth your nipples. You scream and clench hard on his cock. Which just makes him clamp down harder in surprise - a carnal loop of call and response that makes you burn so hot.

“Fuck me,” you whine, rapping the knuckles of your bound hands against the wall to emphasise your point.

He chuckles richly at your apparent impatience and finally speaks for the first time since he first entered you. 

“The more you make demands, darling wife, the less inclined I am to listen. I’ll just go slower and slower and slower and keep you simmering and trembling for me. Cry pretty tears for me in sheer frustration.”

“Please don't,” you appeal, writhing between him and the wall. He is still fully clothed, just his trousers around his knees, although much of his clothing is dishevelled now by your pawings—something so commanding about him being so fully dressed as you are naked and restrained.

“Then stop making demands,” he murmurs silkily, “or I’ll gag you too.”

Your eyes flash with excitement at the idea, and he chuckles again.

“Maybe not; you would enjoy that far too much, wouldn’t you? Dear god, I am the luckiest man alive,” he breathes and cups your jaw, moving to give you a surprisingly tender kiss.

“Please, Benedict,” you beseech softly over his lips.

“Okay, my darling,” he soothes, flicking a gentle thumb over your nipple and making you whine more.

He begins to move again, building a steady cadence that burns you white-hot. You moan for more, and he obliges, snapping harder into you, precisely what you need. Nudging the hilt of your channel, making you slump into him, putty in his punishing grip on your hipbones, slamming into your body now. You wish you could touch your clit as it pulses hard, pulled taunt by every plunge of his cock. Just needing the tiniest ounce of friction to tip over the edge you are skating.

“Does your little nub want my fingers?” he intuits duskily, and you nod vigorously and bite your lower lip, even as he keeps up those rousing thrusts.

You shout his name and a few expletives as his thumb worms its way between your bodies and unerringly finds where you need him most, pressing forcefully against the swell of your clit, hooking under your clitoral hood, right to the point of most sensation. He flicks his thumb up and down rapidly, and you are hurtled over the precipice, screaming and convulsing, your pussy squeezing so hard he has to push back against your rippling to stay inside you. A sweeping tide of sensation washing out from your core through your whole body, lungs almost burning with heaving breaths, blood pounding all over, your muscles tensing and releasing as you writhe hard, your arms aching from the slight stretch of being almost suspended by them.

Then you hear him roar and stutter in his movements, mouth hot and slack on your cheekbone as he curls inward and pumps his seed deep inside you, groaning and bodily twitching with the sheer force of it. 

After a few moments of panted breaths and little aftershocks wracking his frame, you are still somewhat floating as he unhooks your wrists and brings them back to your sides, rubbing your shoulders gently and kissing your temple sweetly as you recover.

“My love,” he breathes, back to the loving, attentive husband he always is, “are you quite well?”

“Yes, husband,” you reassure, wrapping your arms around his waist and burying your face into the frills of his shirt that poke out of his waistcoat. “I'm going to drape myself in nothing but your cravats if this is the treat I receive,” you opine drolly as he places your foot back on the floor, slipping out from your body with a muted moan followed by a huff of amusement at your words.

“I look forward to it,” he smiles, kissing you gently on the lips and cheeks, holding your face with loving reverence.

A few weeks later, when you lean over during a dull musical recital and inform him that you are wearing one of his cravats, his brow knits in puzzlement. Until you discreetly guide his hand up under your dress to feel the silk length wrapped around the very top of your thigh, like a thickly looped garter. You don't even reach the stone steps in the quiet stairwell this time. He takes you right against the door outside your box seats where any usher or patron could walk by and see; his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your screams. Apparently, he has lost too many cravats to your gnashing teeth to gag you with the favourite one he wears that night. Pity.

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posting a kremy every single day until new episodes of OUAW are out DAY 100

[fayes-fics]

Thank you everyone 🥹🫶

I know it’s not that big, but 200k tumblr notes is so lovely. Thank you for liking, commenting and reblogging my fics. It means so much. I love you guys. 🧡

I’m headed out for the afternoon, but later this evening I hope to finish a kinktober drabble for Anthony.

Thanks again. You all rock! 😁🧡🧡

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hello it’s Yearning Nonny again! this is random but I wanted to give you the chance to hype yourself up/I’m genuinely curious

what are you favourite friends to lovers-ish trope fics you’ve written? can deviate a bit if I’m being too narrow with my query 😂

I love the way you write the sudden discoveries in reader’s mind that her finding her friend attractive may not be entirely platonic - it’s so well done! (I’m a Benedict girlie myself but cos I’m asking you to hype yourself up, feel free to pick any! or just don’t do this at all if it’s a silly idea hahaha I’m just a v curious person)

Hi Yearning Nonny! 🫶

I hope you are well! I love this sort of question ngl, so please don’t think it’s a silly idea at all 🫶

You are so sweet to ask me to hype myself. 🥹 Tbh it’s something I’m uncomfortable doing and a few lovely mutuals affectionately give me sh*t for it lol. 😂

Anyway, let’s dive in:

For Benedict, I’ll admit I do love friends-to-lovers for modern AU in particular. Idk but it just suits him so well. A personal fave is Somewhere Only We Know. I’m not sure why it’s so precious to me, other than it sums up a whole mood - very hygge yknow? It’s also very seasonal for this time of year! I suppose you can put It Had To Be You in that category too, they were friends before they were lovers.

For Anthony, the classic friends-to-lovers trope I’ve done is the Friends+ universe.

Oh I will just add, another trope I love for Benedict is second-chance love like in the Moments and Mrs Bridgerton universes.

Thanks for your fun ask and for your sweet, kind words about the way I write this trope. I’m so pleased you think I do it well.

Always open to answer any questions like this, so please feel free to ask away 🫶😁🧡🧡

Links to fics mentioned above:

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Hahah 😂😂 thank you so much for reading. Sorry about any resulting lack of sleep 😬🫣🧡🧡

Me at 3am clicking “keep reading” on the most jaw dropping, earth shattering, pantie dropping, smutty fic when I have to be up in 3 hours

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Look at my pretty desktop.  🫶

Thanks to lovely @d-caryophyllus, I took their amazing art for my fic and turned it into a wallpaper to keep me motivated to write 🧡🧡

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Celebration moment 🎉

I started writing fanfiction for the very first time exactly two years ago ago today 🥹 and posted my very first story the following day, May 13, 2022.

I never knew when I posted Sonnet #29 that I’d still be at it two years later! With over 600k words written and 200+ fic posts. Certainly didn’t expect to start writing again after so long!

It’s been the creative outlet I’ve needed to balance out work/life stress and it’s brought some truly wonderful people into my life 🥹🫶

Thanks for all of your reblogs and comments since then. You guys truly are the best 😁🧡🧡

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Hi I saw your post about interaction and it is not you at all. I think it’s s3 being a bit lacking and certain parts of the fandom. There has been a lot of drama across platforms including on twitter with benophie/kanthony fans being doxxed causing some people to leave the fandom entirely. I think as we get more s4 content it’ll be more alive but fans are definitely growing in numbers. I’m sorry you feel demotivated I just want to say I really enjoy your stories you’re an amazing writer Faye 🤍🤍

Hi Nonny!

Thank you for your kind words about my writing 🥹🫶 I’m sorry if it came off like I was fishing for compliments. That wasn’t my intention. I was just spitballing on possible reasons interactions might have gone down so much.

I agree that s3 was lacking. I have heard even devoted Polin fans were disappointed on the whole, despite it being Polin’s season.

I’m also sorry to hear about doxxing. Thats always terrible and a ridiculous thing to do over something so trivial as shipping. I guess because I’m older than a lot of folks, it just comes off as very immature to want to hurt people like that.

I must admit, I am slightly ignorant about all those goings on, unless someone informs me of them. I am not on other social media (I tend to side with LT on what places like Insta and Twitter do to my personal mental capacity, so I avoid them). As a result, I luckily miss a lot of fandom drama. To use a childish analogy, I’m just over here in my fics sandbox happily smashing Barbie and Ken dolls together while it appears there’s a boxing match happening over by the swings lol.

ANYWAY, I will stop wittering on. I hope s4 delivers for folks and does justice to Benedict’s arc. And if it doesn’t, well, it’s just a tv show and we have fanfic to fix-it imo 🫶

Thank you for your kind words. I hope you have a lovely week 😁🧡🧡

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Hello Fayes, I'm French and I live in the small village in the middle of nowhere. I understand English very well. But I speak it very badly. I am writing to you with Google translate. I've been reading English fiction for 20 years. I almost never write comments to authors. It's too complicated for me. I discovered your fics in May 2024. I had never used Tumblr until then. You have no idea the effect your stories had on me. It's been a long, long time since stories touched me this much. The last few months have been difficult for me. But your fics brightened my days. It was my own little moment. Those who criticize authors have never written a story. They don't know how difficult it is and that there is a little piece of themselves in every written word. You are gifted. Don't listen to them. Take your time, have fun. If you publish a story, great. If you don't, it doesn't matter. What is rare becomes precious. Anyway, thank you for being here. Thank you for helping me in your way. You can't hear me but I'm here. And... I hear you... or rather, I read you ! :)

Hi there! 🫶

Your message made me so emotional 🥹🥹

I greatly appreciate the effort you went to, sending something not in your native language. You are always welcome to message in French, if you wish. I studied French for 10 years, but I admit j'ai beaucoup oublié. But I am more than willing to Google translate what I don’t understand. 🫶

I am so honoured if you joined Tumblr to read my stories. 🥹 I hope you have been enjoying your time here. I don’t really like or use other social media, but this place suits me well. I hope to always be posting here!

I’m so sorry that you’ve been having a hard time. I sincerely hope things get better for you 🧡 And if my stories have helped you at all during that time, that is so wonderful to hear. 🥹 It’s the whole reason I write tbh - to give people something to enjoy, an escape to a different world just for a little while.

Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I was so worried to post my very first story, but something compelled me to do so and I will never regret it. It’s brought people into my life that i consider wonderful friends. And it means I get to meet lovely, kind people like you. It stills boggles my mind real people out there are actually reading my stuff in some ways lol. But I’m so very grateful 🫶🫶

Thank you so much for reaching out and letting me know you are out there, it truly means the world. I will do my very best to write tonight, for you, because I know you are out there reading and I can’t thank you enough.🫶😁🧡🧡

[fayes-fics]

Can’t wait for your Benedict fic! Love everything you’ve written so far 💜💜💜💜💜

Hi Nonny

Aww, you are so kind. 🥹🫶 I will spend some of this evening polishing it, editing it, and making it better now that I have the story in place.

I will ask a friend to take a look, if they have time, just to give it a once over. I hope to post over the weekend.

Thank you for your kind message 😁🧡🧡

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hi faye!! just saw ur post abt interaction. i wanted to let you know that while i am not very active anymore (yay LSAT prep) you are one of the few people that i check up on when i do occasionally return and my heart hurts to see the current state of the fandom :(. your work [18+ or not] is some of the best i have EVER read, and regardless whether inspiration strikes you or not, i wanted to let you know that your works will always have a special place in my heart.

love you lots,

lottie

Hi Lottie my dear! 🫶

Lovely to see you here!! First off, I’m sending my very best wishes for your LSAT. You got this! 💪🫶

Thank you for your kind words about my writing. I feel privileged to be one of the blogs you check out when you have a spare moment. 🥹

I hope that post didn’t come off as fishing for compliments 🤦‍♀️🫣🙈 It was more me philosophizing about my recent experience of declining interactions.

I think S3 is mostly to blame tbh. I know a lot of folks were disappointed, especially after the high that was S2. Indeed, it threw off my writing muse for MONTHS - I wasn’t writing when the Bridgerton fandom was likely at its busiest back in May/June/July. And now it seems like it’s definitely in hibernation mode lol. We have a LONG way to go until S4 (August 2026 😭😭) and I hope things don’t die back even more than they are now. That would make me so sad. 😞

Anyway I’m rambling. Thanks for your message and I hope you get down time to enjoy fic and/or whatever else gives you joy. Lots of love back! 😁🧡🧡

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Aww you are too kind 🫶🫶

And same to you. I am woefully behind on my reading, as I’ve been writing every day for 5+ hours, until today (I’ll be writing overnight lol), but I know your fics are always so well written! 🧡

tfw you read those first couple lines of a fic and your shoulders just relax because the writing is good and you know you can rest there for a while

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Thank you 🙏

Just to say thank you to each and everyone who follows me. It truly means the world. 🫶

This blog will be two years old in a few months, and thanks to this (somewhat silly) hobby, I have interacted with so many wonderful people in that time. It’s been a joy, truly. 🥹

I’m not going to do a writing celebration, I have a lot of WIPs to get thru, but I just wanted to acknowledge this milestone and use it as an opportunity to thank you all. 😁🧡🧡

My ask box is always open for feedback, Q&A or chat. Anon is fine. I love to interact with people who read my stories should they wish to. I am not taking fic requests at the moment, but anything else is fine.

P.S. Also, please don’t forget to enter my Benedict-themed giveaway if you are interested, details HERE.

[fayes-fics]

I just found out that there is such a thing as World Bread Day. It is October 16th, so we are less than 6 months out from it now! Time to start getting the dough ready for kneading 😜

Hi my lovely 🫶

World Bread Day? 😱🎉🎉

Imma eat bread from on top of that delicious manbread sammich right there 😮‍💨

I’ve got 6 months to get in training. Let’s gooooooooooooooo 💪

Heheh thanks for your fun ask. I’m tipsy and this is right up my alley (ooh err) 😁🧡🧡

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Okay I love Luke Thompson with all my heart but... When I saw the gif for your fic Textual Encounter my brain instantly thought that he looked like a turtle that got told exciting news. And that's okay! I would love to be a turtle getting exciting news!

OMG BWHAHAHA NONNY I LOVE YOU 🤣🤣🤣🫶🫶🫶

For those who haven’t seen the gif:

I can’t unsee it now!! Luke the happy news turtle. Brilliant 😂😂

Thank you so much for this hilarity. Im always up for asks like this! 😁🧡🧡

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Thank you so much for reccing my Anthony fluff fics 😁🧡🧡

updated: 23.12.23

݁₊ ⊹ fluff

Selfish (❤✘): it’s your first morning at home in bridgerton house as the viscountess- only thing is, your husband’s selfish. (@leviathanspain)

Stolen Ribbons and Secret Smiles (❤): one day in the park, you stumble across the two youngest bridgertons, which leads to a friendship with none other than their eldest brother. (@writeroutoftime)

Overprotective (❤): Anthony gets overprotective when there is an injury. (@fayes-fics)

Refuge (❤): the boys tend to you when you are sick. - throuple (@fayes-fics)

Suitors and Sutures (❤): reader is named the diamond of the season but despite this, she finds the men of the ton avoiding her rather than courting her. (@sodaabaa)

Powdered Sugar Kisses (❤✘): Anthony searches Aubrey Hall for his wife, only to find her where he least expected a viscountess to be. (@sodaabaa)

Late Night Mischief (❤): reader gets dragged into a bit of late night mischief with the bridgerton siblings while anthony is away. (@sodaabaa)

Distractions (❤): Daphne requests your help in distracting her brother. (@peterpparkrr)

Kismet (❤): in which Anthony Bridgerton contemplates the meaning of life, death and love. (@writtenfangirl)

Gentle (❤): Anthony is gentle with anxious!reader. (@lydiimae)

Unexpectedly Expecting (❤): when you tell anthony you're expecting after having trouble conceiving. (@ithebookhoarder) (warning: mentions of trouble conceiving a child)

All About The Heart (❤): reader has a heart defect where you have a hard time breathing whilst running with your siblings. (@frost-queen)