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benedict bridgerton x fem!reader | it is a truth universally acknowledged that there is a perfectly curated image that men and women of the 1800s display to attract suitable matches. one would think that the highly honorable bridgertons do not fall prey or become predators to this dishonesty.... a visit to a certain modiste proves otherwise. (3.3k)

a/n: this is a repost and was requested by an anon on my previous blog, i don't know if i did it justice but i hope u guys like it :)) the gif is made by @catalinabaylors ! also, content warning for fluff? angst? oversharing and not-so subtle “friends”? protective eloise and pen?

It has been brought to This Author’s attention that whilst shopping for her trousseau, Lady Y/N L/N was seen leaving the shop of Genevieve Delacroix in tears after a conversation with the aforementioned modiste and Mrs. Lucy Granville.

Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers, 1816

Three years.

A year of childish ignorance and playful remarks

Another filled marked with painful longing and not-so revealing revelations

And the most recent?

A beautiful year of sensual dancing and endless promenades.

Three years that brought her the greatest amount of joy could be ruined by the weight of untold truths. Because how is one lying if they simply wished to withhold what was true? How is one called a liar for not telling the other of something they never cared to ask for?

“I swear on all of my writings that I truly believed that he had told you, Y/N,” Eloise said as she held your hand while your head rested on Penelope’s lap. The two were stroking your hair to provide comfort as Eloise also rambled about her idiotic brother.

It was completely humorous of how life can make you crumble and dissolve into tears in merely four-and-twenty hours.

Because four-and twenty hours ago you had found yourself on your way to the modiste to acquire items for your trousseau. Four-and-twenty hours ago, you had been so elated and excited for it made your upcoming marriage more real to you.

Because then, you had sighed, madly and deeply in love as you stared at your beloved’s extremely expressive blue eyes that reflected the same intensity of emotion your own held. Happiness, that was what it felt like and that was what it was supposed to feel like for the rest of your lives.

“I certainly hope that the clothing you choose to include would… be the most satisfactory,” Benedict had said, his hand resting on the one you had placed on his cheek, a lopsided smile on his face that you could not help but match.

“Satisfactory for whom? For you or for me, Mr. Bridgerton?” you had responded, chuckling when he feigned to think for a moment, his eyes had closed as to what he must have believed to be the look of one deep in thought.

When he opened them, those blue eyes engulfed you with the passionate heat it suddenly possessed. “By all means yours.” He then pressed the softest of kisses on your palm. “But if my lady would allow, then perhaps for me too.”

Before you could have answered him or leaned a little bit closer, a cough had interrupted your rather intimate moment. You both withdrew from each other and stepped ever further once under the scrutinizing gaze of your families.

You had cleared your throat before anyone could remark on how lovesick the two of you were or of how close you were on causing a scandal in the middle of Mayfair as you both stood in front the doors of Bridgerton House. “I-is Eloise joining us?”

The desperation of avoiding a scolding from your mother of the virtue you were taught to remain intact must have shown through your eyes as Eloise nodded frantically. “Yes, of course I will be coming.” She had hastily walked to you, grabbed your arm and dragged you towards the carriage. The raised eyebrows of your mother and Lady Bridgerton led you to believe that your close friend had not been invited or accepted an invite to join. “And we must make haste as we ought to stop by Gunter’s for flavored ice too!”

You had managed to wave to Benedict and your families before you entered the carriage and was met with the disgusted face of Eloise. “In front of our very house? Really?”

You merely laughed in response while your mothers entered the carriage, they had seemingly forgotten the scandal that nearly occurred as they began to talk excessively about the shops you were to visit.

Madam Genevieve Delacroix’ popular dressmaking shop had been the last place you were to be at. You had smiled, excited for she was to craft the dress you were to wear at your wedding ceremony.

You wished you knew then that once you left, there would be the possibility of the union to not happen.

You had entered with an optimistic smile on your face, the joy brought by Eloise’s hilarious commentary while moving from shop to shop still evident on your face. Other than matters regarding your awaited nuptials, you had also missed the modiste. The last time you were in each other’s presence was before the season began when you were getting fitted for your outfits.

“Mrs. Granville, it is such a surprise to see you here at this time of the year…” your mother said and the three of you followed in greeting her. It was quite odd to find anyone who was not a mother and a debutante in the modiste when the season was already ending.

Mrs. Granville, a beautiful lady with the kindest of smiles, agreed with what your mother had said. “I am not purchasing anything at the moment, I only missed Madam Delacroix and wished to speak with her about events that happened lately."

Minutes later you found yourself standing on top of a small platform with the mirror in front of you as your mothers sought for fabrics and Eloise read the book she brought. “Mademoiselle Y/N, I feel that I am obligated to express my felicitations,” Madam Delacroix had chimed with a kind smile while she took your measurements. Mrs. Granville was quick to tell you the same.

“Thank you, Madam Delacroix, Mrs. Granville.”

“How is your relationship with Mr. Bridgerton, ma chérie? You two appear to be a very beautiful pair,” Madam Delacroix had asked. You assumed that she was trying to start a conversation to fill the silence in the shop.

“Thank you, uh, I do believe it is going very well… He is very… transparent. Most of the time, he is utterly easy to read which is very interesting,” you had explained, a fond smile on your face as you recalled his eyes. For the longest time, the expressions they held made you feel like you knew him, truly knew him. And when he had professed his longing and desire to court, and eventually marry, you through showing you a sketchbook of his. You had never known that he drew… and from that realization came the promise of finding out everything about him during your courtship.

From his favorite color of paint to use to the dreams that made him restless at night, you had been sure that you knew.

“Oh, so Mr. Bridgerton has told you… everything?” Mrs. Granville inquired, she looked quite shocked and you were not surprised. Most men only displayed and shared carefully selected pieces of themselves while courting debutantes. Of course, most debutantes do the same.

“I believe so.”

“Y/N and my brother have known each other since she moved here four years ago and they are completely and utterly besotted with each other,” Eloise had interjected, her tone appearing to be proving a point that you did not know of. “You should have seen them stare at each other earlier, they gazed upon each other as if they had both hung the stars in the sky.”

“Yes, of course. All of London has been made aware of it, Miss Eloise,” Madam Delacroix had responded with a smile on her face as she draped the fabrics your mother and Violet chose in the few minutes they had been gone. You slightly turned your face to find them looking at more which had made you chuckle. The hint of jealousy in the modiste’s tone flew by your head but Eloise heard it clearly. “Lady Whistledown has only written numerous things about the two of you all season.”

“He has been attending balls and events all season with you and the look in your eyes makes my own heart flutter,” Mrs. Granville had complimented, well you had thought that she complimented your relationship with Benedict. “Although he is dearly missed in some ventures that occur during my husband’s parties.”

“Oui,” Madam Delacroix added with a knowing look on her face which made you assume that she was participating in those parties for artists. You exchanged a confused look with Eloise. You had both wondered what other ventures were there for them to do while they paint or sketch or mingle.

“What other things do you do during those… parties?” You had asked, your heart picking up slightly as if you had anticipated the answer. Eloise, who had known of her brother’s friendship with the modiste, was about to interject when Violet called her to try on a particular dress in preparation for her next season. She reluctantly joined the two mamas, squeezing your hand before she grumbled unladylike words while walking over to them

“I thought…. Mr. Bridgerton must have told you the main purpose of the parties and the things he does and used to do as you said he was open with you?” Mrs. Granville was polite in her tone and she beamed once you nodded. Madam Delacroix began sewing a particular part on the fabric your Mama had said was in the color that put emphasis on the color of your eyes. “Well then you must know that our artists always find themselves with paint in all kinds of peculiar places.”

That was when you knew that something was wrong… there was a sudden tight feeling in your chest as you took in the suggestiveness in her voice. You were innocent, but not naive. As if there was a frog that lodged itself in your throat, no words left your mouth although you had wished you had spoken.

“And oftentimes… there are those who put them there,” Madam Delacroix said.

“Oh.” It was the only thing that you managed to say as Mrs. Granville and Madam Delacroix began talking about some of the thrilling things that have happened during those parties, oblivious to how you had gone pale and still. Oblivious to how you had not even kissed your beloved nor done the things they had said. Oblivious to how he had not even told you that his passions were also involved with other passionate activities.

Within a few minutes, you quickly made your way out of the shop, a small thank you and excuse me coming from you.

“… Lady Whistledown has also written about it, hopefully she does not find out the reasons for your abrupt exit,” Eloise added and Penelope nodded, agreeing with her. The two were quite shocked when you sat up with a frown settled on your face.

“Leaving was pathetic and careless and foolish of me,” you said after some pondering of the recent events and the two hesitantly agreed. Well, Penelope did. Eloise already mentioned that somewhere during her rambling. “And I am not… It is not… It is not even his companionships that have made me upset, well not entirely.”

“Is it because he did not tell you?” Penelope inquired as the two looked at you intensely, noticing how you began playing with the ends of your hair, something you only did when you were anxious.

“No, yes, no, well that’s part of it. You both know that I wished…” They both nodded, understanding you easily. “Trust is vital in a relationship. There is trust in love and love in trust, there is beauty in that. There is beauty in having one trust you with everything they were, are, and shall be. To confide your mind, your soul, and your heart with them and to be assured that they would hold on to that and—”

A knock interrupted your monologue of sorts and the voice of your Lady’s maid could be heard on the other side of your door, “Lady Y/N, Mr. Bridgerton is here and he wishes to talk to you…”

“That fool! We all told him to give you time.” Eloise stood up, Penelope following her actions. “Pen and I shall straighten him up and have him leave.”

Penelope tried to muster up confidence for her friend, she exhaled deeply. “Yes, we shall. You can stay in here, Y/N, he does not deserve to stress you any further.”

Before they could depart, your voice rang within the room, “Thank you, Jane, and please tell Mr. Bridgerton that I shall see him in a few minutes.”

Looks of disbelief lit your closest friends faces as your Lady’s maid left to relay your message.

“You most certainly are not going out of there!” Eloise exclaimed, her eyes wide and hands descriptive. “He may be my brother but he has hurt you! He knows how much trust and communication mean to you!”

“And he is still attending Sir Granville’s parties, does he not? While Mrs. Granville did say that he does not engage in those activities, who’s to say that he does not watch?” Penelope shrunk once her comment made you and Eloise look at her weirdly. She blushed, realizing what she had implied, and it caused a small chuckle to erupt from your chest.

“The two of you are the best friends that any person could ever ask for and I am forever thankful for your protectiveness but I think that the matters in which my heart is involved can only be resolved by the two people involved? And I do not wish to let the situation last longer…”

The two relented and you had them stay within your quarters.

You entered the drawing room and Benedict’s pacing halted. His eyes connected with yours and you could see the anxiety and guilt swirling in them. You suspected that he wished to reach out to you as you stood still near the door but he seemed to stop himself.

“I-uh-I,” he stuttered, squinting as he internally scolded himself for it.

You broke the silence and his stuttering, which was painful to watch, by asking, “Have you been…”

“No! From the moment that I saw you dancing with Lord Kingston during Lady Cowper’s ball, I have attended only to hone my skills,” he admitted and you could not help but give him a small smile which made his heart flutter with love and hope. During your first year as a debutante that you spent with Eloise and Penelope mocking the other ladies and mamas, Lord Kingston was your most respectable suitor that asked you to dance every night.

The most memorable was during Lady Cowper’s ball when the season was half-way finished. You had been serious in your contemplation of Lord Kingston’s proposal and to see if you could ever love him with a slightly longer courtship, you danced with him twice, laughing at the stories he had of his horses in the country. Two days later, you had received numerous bouquets of flowers from an anonymous suitor and that continued until the end of the season.

“Oh,” you breathed. He opened and closed his mouth repeatedly, not finding the right words to say to you. “I wish to inform you that it is not even your pursuit of pleasure that causes me great distress.”

“Then…”

“I knew that you were quite rakish, most men are. It is my fault for not inquiring about it during our courtship, you were not obligated to tell me—”

“I am. I should have told you from the moment I knew that you were the only one I wanted to be with in my entire life. You need not have to ask it from me, you need not have to ask me anything about me… I should have been honest with you about everything.”

“Then… why were you not?”

“Fear, I suppose. I know that you value trust above all else, even love, and I always felt like I betrayed the trust you bestowed upon me by attending Henry’s parties.”

“You were only there to practice your art… I would have understood that even if your surroundings were invested in other things,” you said and his eyes were brought back to stare at yours. His hands were shaking as he sighed.

“I know but it did not mean that it would still remove the guilt in my chest every time I stare at the bare bodies I draw,” he admitted and you had to look away, your face heating up at those words.

“Well… I believe that resolves everything, thank you for being honest w—”

He cut you off, the guilt in his eyes fading into the background with a certain form of determination overwhelming you. “Please stop falsifying your happiness or content with my answers. I know that you are still unhappy with me so I implore for you to listen while I share all of my untold truths.”

So, there are more, you thought with a heavy heart. You nodded with a tight smile.

“I often get irritated whenever I draw you,” he elaborated and a smile formed on his face at the offended look on your face. He began walking to you, as he talked and you listened to his odd words. “My sketches used to be abominable due to the harsh lines I always seem to make, so when I draw you… I could never replicate the softness of your smile nor the tranquility in your eyes. I never do your presence justice.

“I also abhor how close you are with my sister. I truly believe that I am her most favorite brother and, do not tell Hyacinth, but she is also my favorite sister. But with you… all sense seems to leave me and I forget about familial ties. I keep vying for your attention when you visit as it was always fixated on Eloise and her endless Whistledown theories.”

“She surely has a lot of those,” you commented, the way the corner of your mouth lifted made Benedict melt every time.

“She does,” he agreed but then continued, “Lest not forget how I do not like the attention that Lady Whistledown has given me during our courtship. My privacy has never felt that invaded yet whenever I see your joy in reading the scandal sheet, I do not seem to care at all.”

He now stood in front of you, his arms wrapping themselves around your waist and your own around his neck. Other than the close positions you two had been seen in on the dance floor, this was the closest you two had been to each other. And you were also unchaperoned, how scandalous, you thought.

“I suppose that is all, Mr. Bridgerton?” you asked and he thought about it for a moment before shaking his head.

“Well, no, Lady Y/N.” You felt his warmth breath fanning your neck as he leaned, his lips brushing off the tender skin which made you shiver with an unknown feeling, your heartbeat picking up. "However, all of my other… impure thoughts and truths are only reserved for the future Mrs. Bridgerton.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat as you choked out, “Well, whoever she may be, she is truly lucky.”

“As am I.” He removed himself from your neck and went back to simply gazing into your eyes, the feeling you experienced only moments ago left, leaving you yearning for more.

You did not know how long you stood there, simply staring at each other, in an embrace that was truly the most improper. Thank heavens that the curtains were drawn.

“When shall we ask Eloise and Penelope to stop listening in on our conversation?” you whispered, both of your eyes glanced at the door for a short while and Benedict laughed.

“Perhaps a few more minutes, I do believe that I have something I have wished to do for so long,” he said, a twinkle in his eyes that shone with mirth once realization dawned on you.

Before you could say another word, he leaned in and closed the gap, locking lips with yours.

You are in love 11 | B.B

Part 1 of " You are in love "

Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x best friend! Reader

Warning: smut, 18+, p in v ( rough), fingering, fluffy fluff, Idiots in love, might have used whore, use of f word( alot) double orgasm, teasing, inexperienced! Reader, horny! Reader

Rigel's note 🪩: aftermath of my " You are in love 1 ", this is the confrontation and smut part of the request. My cow is so angry at me—i write so cringe sometimes, 10 points to your house if you find 1989 ref other than title.

You can hear it in the silence...

It was only a minute after you laid in your bed, you heard it, a soft thud against your window followed by another.

Your heart dreaded because it wasn't the first time your best friend had thrown rocks at your window, first time—when he called you a duck in front of lord Ivor, a childhood memory and second when he was bored so he thought calling upon his fairer sex friend would be the best choice and another time—

This particular one was very violent against the glass and for a moment you wondered if it would break, you pushed the blankets aside, feeling the night chill settle in your bones as you pulled your night gown closer.

Your feet touched the cold floor, chill reaching up your spine as you dragged yourself to the window and there he was.

Basking under the moonlight and ever so beautiful, his cheeks flushed like he had run miles and his heart heaving, his eyes widened at your silhouette and a deep sigh escaped just after a smile took refuge on his lips, those treacherous lips.

You opened the window, he dropped the pebble.

" Benedict ! " You screamed whispered down at him, his smile grew but his expressions were pained, like he was deeply confused.

" Can we talk ? " It was loud and clear, echoing in the dark, he wasn't drunk but there was something very intoxicating about him.

You face palmed, feeling your heart sink because you still haven't forget the warm tingling, still haven't forgotten the way your heart cart wheeled along with everything inside you, crawling it's way to Benedict.

Every friendly castle crumbling in mere moments, just by remembering how tenderly his mouth moved when he was protecting you and how tenderly it would be to have it against your—

" Please, please, please, " He chanted, not attempting to keep it low, then he dropped to his knees and even in the dark you couldn't mistake the silvery bead, those were tears.

" Give me one chance, let me talk, let me—"

" I am coming ! " You leaned across the sill, telling him shush with your fingers as you backed away, running out of your room but tiptoeing all right, missing the third step because it creaked and opening the back door soundlessly to your secret gardens.

Despite the fear of getting caught and chill that was swirling, your own heart wasn't being much help, your face grew warm at the mere sight of him and let alone the other embarassing things that he did to you, just by existing.

" Are you mad ? " You stomped your feet across him, crossing your arms as he looked up, his knees penetrating in grass, like he was begging for all of his sins, like you were something to worship, like a false god.

Benedict's eyes were red in the moonish glow, he was radiating, he was crying, he was so very beautiful.

" You are really mad Benedict ! Go home, we will talk tomorrow—"

" I thought i lost you." He said, it was more of a cry but you were too baffled to form words anymore. He sniffed.

" I thought i would never see you again...when I lost you...my heart..my heart was the closest to exploding." He said, clutching his heart as his lips parted in a gasp. It was paining him but it pained you all the same.

" Oh Benedict." You whispered, your hand inevitably caressing his cheek as he shaked his head profusely.

" You don't understand how much... fuck...I came here all the way thinking you would be gone somewhere i couldn't follow...like i fucked everything again—"

" You ran all the way here ?! " You garbbed his chin, you knew it would hurt but you needed to know this.

" That's not the point." He avoided your gaze but you jerked him right up, eye to eye.

" Are you fucking mad Benedict ?! Are you drunk ? " You leaned to sniff his mouth but he only reeked of the few lemonade he downed with you.

" I...no...I am sorry." Benedict swallowed hard, his adam rolled and readjusted again and the warmness was there again, spreading through the creaks of your bones.

" That was really stupid Benedict." You said softly, you couldn't imagine what whistledown would write if she had seen him running wild.

" I know, I know...it just seemed right to me, like I couldn't stop myself even if I tried but I am sorry, i don't wanna lose you, and I meant it all, truly and completely." Benedict said, his hand grabbing your wrist like you would run away and leave him.

" Benedict we aren't talking about running..?"

Benedict's brow raised as he worried his jaw, his eyes dazed as they lingered on your lips more than it was approved by.

" I am talking about.. about my defending you but I swear I wasn't trying to be hero or some knight in shining armour, i just wanted to be there like you were always for me." He inhaled sharply, you were knocked out of your breath as you tried to breathe and speak and failing in both.

" I know..I know I have embarassed you deeply and i am so sorry, i am—"

" Benedict shut up." You yanked your hand away from his grip, breathing harder as he watched grimly, not making a sound.

" That..." You bited your lip, " I'm..." Your heart was beating too fast and your cheeks deepened in colour as you turned to him.

" Hot." You said finally, gripping your night gown as your knuckles went white, all blood rushing to your face and places too holy.

" You're hot ? " Benedict tried but a grin tiptoed it's way and it was so beautiful across his face that you wanted to feel it against your own lips. Shut up !

" What you did for me Benedict...it was...it was the hottest thing you ever did...you were..oh my god...you were on fire." You closed your eyes, feeling yourself vibrate throughout your body with just his heavy gaze.

" I thought," he recovered his slackened jaw, smiling like a star,", i embarassed you."

" You could never ! " You shaked your head, taking a step, not much, it was enough.

" And the time I called you a duckling? " He laughed, sound rich and melodic and that's how you loved him the most, free and feral.

" Well you could be an idiot sometimes." You chuckled softly, taking a deep breath as Benedict outstretched his hand.

" I know, I know...I am such an idiot and that's why I need you, I want you by my side." He said earnestly, you took his hand as he pulled you closer.

" This...it has been a torment all this time." He whispered it lowly, voice heavy as he kissed each word on your knuckles, your brain was dead in it's wake.

" Benedict." You exhaled, this would ruin you, there would be no coming back.

" I watched you leave and i...I thought what would become of me and there was only one answer—nothing, there's no me without you. I can't imagine a life where it's not us." He brought your palm closer to his lips, pressing them softly, inking each syllable.

" Benedict." You shaked your head because you would do something very stupid if he didn't stop, Benedict stood up, his knees buckling and making an odd sound.

" So you must know, it can't wait anymore because I can't keep it in, it's killing me." Oh how much it was killing you, little did he know, You felt the moment stop when he leaned down, his breath heavy on your cheek as his eyes darted to you.

" You're my best friend." He said, and you knew what it was, he is in love.

Then he kissed you, soft warm lips against yours and it was only a moment before he pulled away.

" I am sorry...fuck—"

" Don't ever apologise for that ! " You pulled him by his collar, crashing your lips again like waves meeting the shore, it was like your soul was crawling out for Benedict and nothing else mattered.

A moan escaped his mouth and your whole body shuddered at the sound he was making, those sound that drowned in your own mouth as your devoured him, you felt him grinning against you and oh you could die, In silent screams and even in your wildest dreams, you never dreamt of this.

Breathless, you spared a moment and he looked so beautiful with his swollen kissed lips beaming up with your saliva. Your.

" I... Benedict...more." your cheeks blazed, you were damn sure your ears were red because Benedict looked like he was about to die, his grin splitting his whole face in half.

" This..it was perfect ! " He said, dipping down to kiss your cheek, you thought he would pull away but he then rested his forehead against yours, your breathing leveling with his in synchronise. It felt real, all of it.

He pulled you by your waist, nose bumping in yours.

" I want to give you everything..." He breathed, " everything that you want."

" I want it Benedict." You were only half aware of the thing you wanted from him, perhaps to entwine your souls together, you weren't sure but this torment was too much.

His thumb caressed your lips and then your jaw, making stars and circles as he whispered in a amused little voice.

" We must wait—" you kissed him, hard on his mouth and you were sure someone's tooth was chipped but it melted the pain as soon as his mouth parted for you, his tongue swiping across your lower lip like a Eden's feather.

You were holding his face like it was your life support and he was too holding you back like you were his most precious treasure, his hands were slowly progressing up your thigh, your night gown sliding up. He stopped, you stopped tugging at his hair and felt him whine against your mouth, nipping in response. You guided his hand to your slick as oil womanhood, he gasped against you.

His eyes were shining brighter than every star that hanged high.

" Oh." His fingers touched you and you thought you would die just there, moaning like you never had.

" You are...you are wet." He said, his cheeks deepening in heat and colour, his smile becoming a grin as your eyes dazed.

" Fuck ! " You moaned, arching back when he swiped his one long finger against you, Benedict moaned just the same.

" Oh lord...oh lord..oh fucking lord." Benedict groaned, you were sure he smiled wickedly before his finger penetrated inside you.

The coil in your stomach lurched and something heavy dropped inside you.

" It might..it might.. might hurt." Benedict dropped his head to the crook of your neck, kissing once before he set his eyes on you.

You winced as one finger became two, pulsing inside you, your soul was no longer inside you and it was as if you were floating.

" Ben...oh—" you almost cried, your eyes tearing up when his pace increased and he was panting and shaking, his eyes widening when you came with a sharp cry, thighs shaking and turning to jelly as Benedict watched dazedly.

" Fuck i ruined..I ruined — " you looked as Benedict withdrew his fingers covered in silvery thick juices.

" Shhh... " He cooed, smiling as he brought his fingers to his mouth, you gawked as he wickedly sucked them in, humming at the sweetness. " You were beautiful."

" Can we..can we go inside ? " You were being nasty, you knew but what you wouldn't give to see Benedict, whole of him, raw and naked.

" I...I would love to but in order to keep your virtue intact—

" Shut up ! " You groaned, taking his hand.

" Anthony will kill me." He shrugged, entwinng your fingers together and they moulded like they were made for each other.

" I will kill you." You said, he smiled like the devil he was.

-

You can feel it on your way home...

" Hey." You laughed when he pinned you against your father's study, kissing you deeply, " shhh..." He smiled, lowering his head to your cleavage, licking it, placing open mouthed kisses all along.

" My father's on hunt, he will come tommorow" You whispered, the servants were the only concern and honestly, there was hardly any concern.

" Good, tommorow i am talking to you father." He smiled up at you, kissing your flesh and you mouthed all prayers you knew.

" Wh..y ? " You said, Benedict hoisted you up, his hands underneath your thigh as he carried you up, missing the third step because he knew, he has been here.

" To marry you my little kangaroo." He laughed when you deadpanned at him.

" Call me that vile thing again and I will say no." You hid your face in his neck, smiling.

" Well since you're smiling—ow"

" Not smiling! " You nipped at his skin, salty and just like Benedict, it was like a dream come true, to kiss him, to love him, to have him.

" What should I call you then cupcake ? " He pushed open the door, lowering you gently down on the couch as he backed away.

" Cupcake ? " You offered, he mouthed a 'sweet' before he removed his waist coat.

" Oh lord..." You gasped as one by one Benedict began to discard his clothes, his skin gleaming with sweat and beauty, he was like the one poets wrote poems about, he was artist but he was art in himself, dazzling and ever so mesmerising.

" C'mon, don't act like you're unimpressed." He wiggled his eyebrow, teasing as he started to work on his breeches, you felt warmth tingling throughout you, you demanded touch because you were starving.

" You're like a poetry." You said, it was more of a breath but he heard it anyway, stopping as held the last bits of dignity together.

" You have called me poetry earlier too."

" Byron's poetry."

" But poetry indeed." He dropped the last clothing, naked and bare in front of you and like every bit about him, he was beautiful.

" My snowman..." You couldn't hold back the grin, Benedict was all macho and bravado but it crumbled when he strided towards you, he so wanted you to like him, every bit of him, whole of him and you did, with your whole heart you would love this man, forevermore.

" Yours." He mouthed, coming over you, his fingers undoing your nightgown and it was revealed that Benedict was rather good with buttons.

He sensed the way your body shivered at his touch, his fingers examining the work he did there with his mouth, he looked at you, you nodded, your night gown slipped down.

" Oh my...you have been hiding this from me ?! From an artist ?! " He sniffed down your body, placing tender kisses all over.

" Really ? I don't know...never thought I was much of bea—" Benedict shut you up with a kiss.

" You're the most gorgeous person I ever met and-" he kissed you again, " my sweet little kangaroo, so please." He shaked his head.

His length twitched on your thigh and you dare not look down.

" It's okay." He said, " all yours." He added with a wink, you glanced at his hardened leaking length, red angry at its head.

A desire in you swirled, to touch it, to hold it, to claim it, you brought your hand before Benedict pulled away, scaring you.

" I am sorry, I am sorry." You threw your hands back, Benedict opened his mouth abruptly.

" Oh no, i would let you fence with it later but right now I really really want to make it good for you."

" Right...I don't know what it meant but..that fencing part Benedict?! " You giggled, Benedict laughed, placing himself between your legs.

" It...it might hurt babe." He said, you stopped giggling.

" Not much." He assured, placing a kiss on your stomach, you so needed to be filled by him, his slender fingers could make you see heaven, you were dying to think where his thickness would take you. He was going to split you, you were going to very much enjoy it.

" Are you sure.. because..we can just do any other time...like wait for marriage, " you made a face, " not that I am not interested...you have no idea how much I am dying to see you scream my name."

" Benedict." You teased, putting all your seduction in it, Benedict eye rolled fondly.

" Oh Benedict! " You said it louder, Benedict eyes were blazing, the vein on his neck was throbbing like worm set free.

" You have no idea what you have done." He practically growled, taking your hand as his tip teased your entrance, you really didn't.

Your heart stopped when only his tip pushed through your folds, your resistance at it's peak, a beak of sweat tricked down your cleavage, Benedict closed his eyes, muttering something.

" Fuck..fuck you're so tight." He hastily said, his length pressing inside, you looked at how he was only half inside but you were already panting and moaning like a whore.

" Oh fuck ! " You screamed as he pushed all at once inside you, his hips smacking against yours making an obscene noise.

" I am gonna make you see stars." He said, his voice shaky but determination was dripping as he slowly thursted, once—your head threw back, twice—you were no longer bounded in body and space, thrice—your eyes closed and it was just stars and cosmic rays, you lost count and control as Benedict set his pace in a feral way, he was pushing inside you like beast set free, his hips rolled and slammed down at you with an alarming rate, they left a burning pain before he striked again.

" Benedict ! " You were screaming, your breasts rolling up and down and he watched devilishly, penetrating into your hole, plunging inside, your jaw slackened like his, his drool dripped down as he was lost somewhere, in his own daze.

He pounded inside you, his breath caught in his throat and his face red, you only half registered when he lowered his whole body, his mouth inches away from you and his thursted one final hard one.

" Oh my god ! " He bited his lips, his knees buckling as his cry sharpened, you felt the insides of your swirl with warmness, arching back, mouth agape with moans he brought out of you, the coil inside your stomach loosened as you came, body going limp. It was the second time you felt mere smoke in existence, everything dizzied while you short circuited.

You opened your eyes to look at him, your devil, your snowman, he was panting, his hair plastered to his forehead, his smile dazed.

" Was it good? " He nuzzled his nose in the crook of your neck, you were aware of his juices mixing with yours inside you and it made your nipples hard, just by thinking.

" Ama..zing." you kissed his forehead, his limp cock still inside you, you liked how full it made you feel, like complete.

" I was thinking about a snowman waltzing." He laughed lowly, it's sound buzzing inside your skin, you didn't get why.

" Why ? "

" Umm...to last longer because.. because I would have come just by the way you looked at me."

" I was looking like a perv ?! " You huffed, he glanced up, his mouth easing your hardened nipple, speaking around it.

" Oh yes, like you couldn't get enough of me, you have compromised me, now you must marry me to keep my virtue entact." He sucked back again, you chuckled, feeling the corner of your eyes glistented with tears.

It was several moments gone, his head on your chest as you scatched his scalp, untangling his hair and occasionally pulling him for a kiss, he was still inside you, coaxing inside your warmness, relishing.

" Benedict." You whispered, not bothering if he had slept already.

" Huh." He mumbled softly, heavy with sleep.

" You're my best friend." you knew what it was, you are in love.

Obsessed with you 11

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Benedict bridgerton x afab! reader

Synopsis: Ton's most eligible bachelor makes a move, oh dear ! An offer by the gentleman.

Warning: no description of reader, reader's last name is Rose for convenience ( used only twice ) internal conflict, mutual pinning but it's secret on reader's part, Benedict being an absolute tease, touchy Benedict, fluff and humour, reader's mother has some issues, resentment feelings for love, alcoholism ( blink and you miss it ) please read it !! ( No Polin, kathony in this chapter)

Dearest gentle readers,

This author believes desire to be a spectrum, and while longing, passion, lust and love are often known, i would ask, ' have you ever seen obsession ? ' it is rather very tempting.

It is not I, but the moon that basked in the sky last night who whispered, and i simply convey. There's been an offer made by the gentleman. Tempting, is it not ?

The next morning...

" How was your evening ? "

You coughed, grasping your throat as Mrs. Turner immediately patted your back, helping you with water.

Your mother's gaze was usually unfocused and clouded but even so, it was terrifying enough when she narrowed them at you.

" Fine." You said, feeling your chest burn, " It was very pleasant."

" That's amazing dearest." She turned back to her plate, untouched as it was, she hardly ate sometimes, you looked away, blinking.

" Ma'am, shall we expect any caller ? " Mrs. Turner asked your mother, but the question was solely directed to you.

" Indeed." Mama drank, her third glass of wine," she's very good girl." She added, raising her empty glass, her eyes stinging with moisteness.

" She is." Mrs. Turner smiled, you dropped your gaze back to your breakfast, staring hard. Oh god, what have you done ?

While waiting for a caller...

If Mrs. Turner noticed your panic, she said nothing and darkest part of you wondered if she was enjoying it actually.

" Your mother will be so disappointed if you have no caller today." Mary sighed, you winced internally, feeling sudden urge to just run and run until everything inside you crumbled and withered away.

" C'mon ! " Mary moaned, nudging you on your arm, "you're scaring me like that, say something."

" I don't know." You turned to her, pulling a straight face " suggest something lady Mariam." Mary groaned, you giggled, remembering how your sister used to, in every pain, in every nightmare.

Gissele joked all the times, her sharp wits and biting humour was something you always looked up at, you always wanted to be her because nothing touched her, she never cried, never baffled, her laughter still echoed sometimes in your head. But when night came and so did fear and darkness, on one such you tip tooed to her room, frozen at the soft sobs that were muffled by the pillow.

The jokes weren't funny anymore.

" Oh i wish—" whatever Mary wished was drowned by Mrs. Turner who entered the room with a undignified frown directed to you both , her eyes sharpening with unspoken disdain. Mary sat up straighter, abandoning her usual hunching and slouching.

" You have a caller miss." Mrs. Turner annouced, " Mr. Benedict bridgerton." She said, her mouth bitter with loathing.

You half registered her resentment before a shrilly strangled noise escaped your throat, mind swirling with last night memories that you were still not accepting to be true, you told Mary everything except the offer from the gentleman, or perhaps it wasn't a offer at all. A demand.

" Oh no." Mary gasped, you weren't sure if you had nodded or said anything but Mrs. Turner left, her mouth clasped close, brow knitted.

" What should I do ? " You bited your lip, panic settling, you remembered too well how bolting Benedict made you feel, the feel of his lips pressed against your skin. It was too endearing, a feeling that was too close to flying, soaring high but also to falling, down and down till there's nothing holding you but gravity, Benedict made you skip your heartbeats then become it's very muse.

" Be yourself. Didn't you say that to me ? "

Mary deadpanned, sensing your dread, she tried again,

" We can still run away, the window's open—" Mary stood upright, turning towards the fireplace when Benedict came. He was holding flowers, almost all kinds, his eyes twinkled as he raked his gaze upon you, smiling.

" Good morning, miss Rose." He bowed, at first to you, handling your flowers and you were gone the moment his fingers brushed against you, but it was then you realised there were two bouquets.

" Lady Mariam Turner." Benedict's smile grew wicked, you were sure to heard Mary mumbling something very blasphemous before she turned around, her face red.

" A very good morning, Mr. Bridgerton." She bowed, her eyes shut. You were paralyzed, feeling your skin still buzzing.

" C'mon, don't stand too much ladies, you might get tired." He purred, clapping his hand as he sat down next to you the couch, Mary and you shared a look before you sat back, she followed on the other one.

" Why did you come ? " You said, feeling your throat getting rigid, considering how Mary sighed, it was the worst possible thing to say to your caller, it didn't matter.

" Well, I was going to meet you mother and ask for your hand in marriage today but since she's sick and confined to her chambers, I shall do it tomorrow." You gaped at him, no matter how much you convinced yourself that it was just a dream, in no hell it could be now, his sincere eyes were most dazzling and despite the smirk that lit up his whole face, there was no ounce of humour.

" That's.." you shaked your head, don't think about his mouth, stop, stop, stop—

" Very kind." Mary was equally baffled, but you knew what a tease she would be to you later, if only you survived now.

" Thankyou lady Turner." Benedict smiled to her, bowing again, his teeths showing and Mary's ear blazed and she looked away, chortling under her breath.

" I am sorry about yesterday." You weren't sure how you could offended him but it didn't matter, you would be doomed if anyone knew of the lunacy you pulled last night.

Benedict deepened his gaze but said nothing, he slowly descended to your collarbone and heat crept up your spine. You shifted back, baffled at the tightening in your guts.

" I shall leave you to talking." Mary stood up, motioning towards the shelves and shelves of books.

" You don't read." You hissed at her, she sticked out her tongue tip and was gone, sparing few glances in between.

" I like her." Benedict said, you noticed that he was much closer. It surely wasn't a trick of your mind.

" Why are you doing this ? " You asked him, because you would be damned if it were another of his flirtings, another way to entertain himself. A frown crossed his jolly face and it didn't look like it belonged there.

" Forgive me if I had not made that clear." He said, his eyes softened when he looked at you, " I want to marry you." Oh.

No, no, you told yourself, didn't what Mrs. Turner said, he liked them of class, he has no honour when it comes to corrupt young ladies—

" You don't even know me." You said, voice small and frail.

" As much as I know you, you are kind, gentle and affectionate. Your beauty however is yet another muse of mine, i tried so hard, to trap you in canvas and colours but I couldn't do any justice, for you were simply ethereal in your own orbit. " He said, " but I would like to know all of you, every layer, every facade...you are the most extraordinary person i have ever met."

You wouldn't believe him, no matter how bright his eyes shine and how true every word feels, no, you wouldn't make the mistake Gissele made. Words, stupid words.

" We danced, only one time."

" It was enough." He reached out and kept his hand over yours, it was then your realised how badly your hands were trembling.

You didn't pull away, you knew how you would break down if you had to. You held onto him, not that you trusted him, no.

" Listen love, " love, He said it so softly, you were so doomed, " The moment our eyes locked I knew you had bewitched me, everything inside me longed for you...and..I knew it's silly but I thought i would die if I didn't see you again and when I did, I knew there was no life worth living it it's not with you."

" Those are just words." You looked away, instead focusing your eyes on Mary on the other end of the room, pretending to read a book, it was upside down.

" Yes, they are." He agreed, " so that's why I am here to make them actions, I fancy you so much that it sometimes scares—"

" Then don't, love shouldn't be scary." You remembered all those letters in Gissele's room, talking about love this, love that, ending with love you's, but what then ?

Benedict chuckled, like you weren't bashing him. he squeezed your hand gently. His fingers sliding through the dips of your knuckles, like moulded for each other. Stop.

" Love's not scary, it can be when you think about losing them, I was last night when I thought you wouldn't show up. That I would never see you again...no, I was terrified."

" You knew." You turned to him, he was practically hopping as he caught your gaze, every desire crawling out to you, screaming your name.

" I did." He confirmed, you raised your brow in question, " I would recognise you anywhere." He said simply and just like that you believed him.

You felt your face warming, heat shooting up in flames, Benedict seemed amused as his other hand, the one not making stars on your wrist came to caress your cheek. His lips parted when he felt your warmness, then he smiled, a knowing one.

" What if I nothing that you have assumed me to be ? " You weren't sure why you asked him that, perhaps it was the last letter you burnt before your elder sister could read it.

...Gis, this is not what we agreed on, this is not you, not the Gissele i knew. Please stop claiming it to be mine, we didn't even go that further, stop spreading these sour rumours that could filth my name...

" I adore all of you, every bit and every mole, i don't think there's any choice for me, it's just... there's no proof but you just know...I knew it, it's you, miss Rose. It was always going to be you."

You nodded, not sure if you could speak anything, feeling your heart thud louder and louder with each word that he spoke, every curve of his mouth and you could slowly feel time stoping.

That was the moment Mrs. Turner took to came, you yanked your hand back but Benedict wasn't much interested and his whine was quite visible.

" Mr. Bridgerton, Would you like lemon cakes, our cook is quite famous for it ? " Benedict looked at the refreshments that was left untouched except the biscuit that Mary nicked while on her way to 'reading' books upside down.

" As much I am very fond of it, i would have to say no. Me and miss Rose fancied a walk around the gardens."

Mrs. Turner looked accusingly at you and you shrugged, Benedict ignored all of that.

" Pleasant weather, is it not ? "

Mrs. Turner perched her lips, smiling that was mere curtsy. Oh god, what are you Benedict bridgerton ? Why are you so obsessed with me ?

By the secret gardens, with Mr. Bridgerton...

" Lady Mariam, alright ? " Benedict turned back to Mary who walked few steps behind you and him.

" Yes my Mr. Bridgerton." She said, slowing even more, she wasn't even trying to be good chaperone. Benedict praised her for it.

" That's my hand." You grasped your skirt before Benedict could hold it, for god sake, people were watching.

" Oops." Benedict apologised, not being sorry at all, his smile widening. You kept your eyes ahead.

" So would you say yes when I will propose ? " Benedict asked this, indirectly for the third time since the walk, he was rather good with words, he was also good at painting as much as you had heard and— stop, stop, stop.

" Haven't you already proposed ? " You stopped, he did too, cocking his head sideways.

" Yes indeed I have and I meant it." He admitted, " I was talking about the one where I am on my knees."

You weren't going to think about that, absolutely not, in no scandalous way. His thighs would look very erotic. Shit.

"No."

" You're lying." He scoffed. Yes you were, not that securing a proposal this season was your absolute ultimatum. Your mother wasn't cruel, she never was, but she was very paranoid and it was more crueler sometimes.

But marrying Benedict wouldn't be your escape or security, because you knew you would love him, whatever that was and if you could hate yourself for it then so it be.

The fate and destiny Benedict said, the way he just knew and who were you lying to ?

Didn't you touched him and got so electrified that you knew nothing would ever be same again, say it, go on. Lie, lie again but swear it if you didn't lock eyes with him and wished to just get lost and never be found. Wasn't it the night of the masquerade ball when you were truly alive for the first time in so long, giggling and free, dancing with your hands tied. Go on, lie.

" You wish." Benedict laughed on that, rich and beautiful and enough to make you hide your face as it went crimson.

" Lady—" he bagan to turn, you grabbed his elbow, jerking him to you, very unladylike.

" Stop teasing her." You leaned towards him and while you were in no position to talk about flustering but damn, Benedict was knocked out of his breath. You smiled, it was truly inevitable not to.

" I like to."

" Mean."

" That's very unladylike to insult your husband to be." Benedict said, recovering, all his smugness on full display. You let go of his arm, bending to take a pebble.

" Husband ? " You tossed a pebble off the lake, hoping to blame the rosiness that bloomed your cheeks on the sun.

" Yes wifey ? " Benedict ducked his head, like a puppy with stars in his eyes. He was so beautiful, why did he have to be like this ?

" Don't call me that." Please, very much call me that, it makes me blush, please, please.

" Then what should I call you ? " Benedict asked, before you could answer him, his arm grasped your waist, pulling you to him in a sudden moment. Wish you could say you immediately pulled away but that would be a lie. You melted in his embrace, eyes shut, a soft rhythmic music, it was his heart beats, you listened.

" Pebble." Benedict whispered down in your ear, you nodded once, pulling away hesitantly. He wasn't sure but let go of your elbow at last, his cheeks pink with blood.

" Should I call you Mrs.Bridgerton ? "

" Aren't there going to be three Mrs. Bridgertons ? "

Benedict bumped your nose on that, laughing while you frowned. He ought to stop touching you before you do something awfully stupid.

.... you're not stupid Gissele...

" Well ofcourse, yes. I see you're stalking me." Benedict winked, you eye rolled, something inside you shivering, a knot in your stomach loosening.

" Everyone knows that."

" Hmmph." Benedict hummed, " but you ought to know more wifey."

" Ofcourse Husband." You tried and was rewarded with Benedict missing a step, he smiled, a lopsided grin, recovering soon he turned to you.

" I wished to make you a wedding gift."

You knew he didn't even made a formal proposal to your mother but even so every word felt truer than life, for once you let go of what would happen, if he would break your heart then so be it, if you die bleeding then let it be that way, but you want to be alive, for once, just be alive.

" That's very kind of you."

Benedict tucked a strand of hair behind your hair, smiling his brightest smile.

You looked back at Mary who grinned back with a dangerous glint in her eyes.

" Obsessed." She mouthed, you shaked your head, smiling to yourself, very well.

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Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: Writer and pen pal of Eloise Bridgerton, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) had no plans to come out in society. Her family could hardly afford it after all. And she doesn’t need to marry, not when she can support herself and her family with her writing. But ever the hopeless romantic, (Y/N) embraces London society with hopes of finding inspiration for a new story. Only to find herself the subject of a love story right out of one of her favorite romance novels.

Prologue: The Letters 

Ch. 1: The Wanderer 

Ch. 2: Don Juan 

Ch. 3: Practical Education

Ch. 4: Self Control 

Ch. 5: Vanity Fair

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forgive me - benedict bridgerton x reader

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Word Count: 3.8k

Warnings: friends to lovers, a lot of pining, some slight steaminess but it’s just built on intense longing and intense kissing

A/N: My first Bridgerton fic, which is slightly out of my comfort zone but has been a total joy to write! Feel free to send in any ideas you might want to see me write in the future. Hope you enjoy a good old friends to lovers confession with our boy Benedict <3

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“You cannot seriously be considering such a thing? I shan’t hear of it, brother!”

It could never be said that the Bridgerton household was a dull one, a fact that you had witnessed firsthand ever since you were a child. Each time your mother had been invited round for tea with Lady Bridgerton, which seemed to happen far more frequently than was truly proper, you would attend too, following quietly behind her skirt. You would always begin with a shy smile towards the Bridgerton matriarch but once you were encouraged to join the children in the gardens, your inhibitions soon deserted you.

When you were first invited, Daphne and Eloise were just slightly too young to play with you properly and so you were forced to form friendships with the three eldest brothers. Whilst Anthony had largely grown out of such youthful things as friendship and Colin had travelled so extensively that your exchange of letters had grown thin, there was one Bridgerton brother that had provided a constant ever since childhood.

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