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𝑩𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒊𝒐'𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒃 | 𝑯𝑪𝒔

MINORS DNI

₊˚⊹ Both of these ladies are doms, and mean ones too, just in different ways

₊˚⊹ Agatha is harsh, manhandling you and bossing you around with lots of heavy degradation

₊˚⊹ Rio’s more subtle with her meanness, she's patronizing, backhanded, calling you the sweetest pet names while she toys with your body until you're in tears

₊˚⊹ Both of them can also be brat-tamed but pretty much only by each other

₊˚⊹ So they appreciate having you there as a sub between them, you're like the glue holding them together

₊˚⊹ They love taking turns on you, wearing you out until you're a shaking, panting mess on the bed

₊˚⊹ Sometimes they get so competitive about it too, seeing who can fuck you harder, make you moan louder, make you cum quicker…

₊˚⊹ And god bless you when they bring magic into the bedroom

₊˚⊹ All the while they talk about you but not to you, like you're just their pretty little sex doll, to be seen not heard

₊˚⊹ Rio focuses wholly on you when she's in charge, whether it's edging or overstimulation, your body can't catch a break with her

₊˚⊹ Agatha is a more selfish lover, she wants you to make her cum more than the other way around and she won't think twice about denying you if you misbehave

₊˚⊹ Rio will make a show of vouching for you when Agatha's especially mean, but the smirk says it all, she likes to see you suffer even more than Agatha does

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I’m trying to write a Eloise x reader one-shot in 3POV and I am struggling. So I’m either gonna have to make it Eloise x OC or 2POV. I’m gonna do the former for now but if anyone has a preference I’m all ears✌️

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Penelope writing Whistledown is the regency Era equivalent of modern day teenage girls having Wattpad and Ao3 accounts and pretending to be adults while writing unhinged werwolf fanfiction

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Bridgerton Characters As Songs || Benedict/Sienna

(Get to know me through my music taste)

“So as she lays down beside me again

My sweet painted lady, the one with no name

Many have used her and many still do

There's a place in the world for a woman like you”

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Only The Good Die Young || E. Bridgerton

Summary: Fem!reader is staying with the Bridgertons for the social season and decides to confront Eloise about her feelings.

Word count: 0.8k

Warnings: None

<A/N> This is the first piece of fanfiction I have shared with anyone so it might be a bit rough, but if you have any feedback don’t be afraid to comment! Also, English isn’t my first language, sorry about any spelling errors :P

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It was already past dark and most of the Bridgerton household had retired for the night. Only one person remained, curled up on a small sofa in the drawing room, her nose buried deep in a book. You could not help but stare. You were not sure you could ever get enough of it. Eloise’s hair, which had previously been pinned up, now hung loose around her face, and a burning candle cast a gentle light on her face.

You walked up to her, drawing her attention away from the yellowed parchment. “May I speak to you about something?” You said hesitantly, suddenly too nervous to meet her gaze.

She laughed “Of course you may. You can always come to me.” Her smile was as warm as always, and her eyes looked like deep blue waters in the flickering candlelight. You suddenly felt hot, as if you skin was burning, and you forced yourself to look away.

“If we are to remain friends-“

Eloise cut you off; “Of course we are, what makes you believe that we would not?” She tried to make it sound light hearted, but the words came out sharper than she had intended.

“If we are to remain friends” you started again “I can not keep secrets from you”

You looked down on your friend. Her face had settled in a worried expression. You suddenly regretted bringing up the topic but that was to no avail. You must finish what you started.

“I have these - feelings - that I would like to discuss. And I do not expect you to feel the same way…” at this point you had started pacing back and forth like a trapped animal.

“… but in these past few weeks I have come to know you as someone who is not quick to judge others, and I sincerely hope you will grant me that kindness…” Your steps slowed.

“For I hope I have not misjudged you, ms. Bridgerton.”

As you turned to look at her, your eyes meeting for the first time since you started you rambling, you knew you had to tell her. You could not keep a friendship build on lies.

Her eyes were wide and her lips were parted slightly as if she was wanting to say something. You stood in silence for a moment allowing her time to intervene. But she just tilted her head slightly, her eyebrows furrowing into an expression of worry and confusion.

You realised you had dragged this out for far too long. And you suspected your nervous fidgeting had not helped soothe your friend’s worries.

“Every time I look at you, Eloise, it’s as if my whole world disappears and I am left with nothing but blank space; I am left grasping to find my way back to reality because if I am alone with you my mind will wander to places it should not.” You could not afford to stop talking, for if you did you might not find you way back.

“I am willing to throw away whatever dignity I have if it means I get to hold you, and it scares me. Because I- I have never felt like this before.” That last sentence came out more as a whisper.

Eloise sat still as a statue, unchanged, and for a second you started to wonder if you had imagined the whole thing, but then she moved. She straightened her posture, looked down at the book laying on her lap and hesitated for a moment before fixing her gaze back onto you. You suddenly felt unable to breathe, as if a weight was put on you chest.

Eloise, without breaking eye contact, untangled her bare feet from her nightgown and slowly stood up, meeting you at eye level.

Her face was impossible to read as her expression seemed to change constantly.

“Eloise, I-“ You started to apologise, but all words left you as you felt her hand reach for yours. Her touch was warm, like a small spark that quickly grew into a burning fire. She held onto your hand, still with her eyes fixed on you. And without thinking you took a single step, almost closing the distance between your bodies.

She was close enough for you to feel her warm breaths against your skin and you could not pull your eyes from her face. You were desperate to memorise every freckle on her face, the way the flickering shadows from the candlelight softened her features and then there were her eyes. They were like a frozen lake; idle on the surface, but beneath it lies a deeper water, constantly moving with the current. They wandered across your face before settling on your lips.

“Tell me…“ She trailed of, her voice was low and husky. A shaky breath escaped your lips and she took that as an invitation to start slowly guiding your hand upward until your palm rested against the bare skin right below her collarbone. “…tell me if you want me to stop.”

And with that she fully closed the distance between you, and as your lips met hers you knew that you never wanted her to let go.

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I’m hopping on the fanfiction train (long time reader, first time writer), I’ve got some Eloise Bridgerton stuff in the works but I am open to requests (I can’t promise I will do them)

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people who let me wake up to this get a special place in heaven. firefly_fox how does it feel to hold my life in ur hands....