#and Violet is helping with that

[catyuy]

Bridgerton time travel to just before season one.

Anthony immediately breaks up with Sienna and starts arraigning things for Kate's family arrival. Before being reminded by his mother and Benedict that he is Viscount Bridgerton first and others can help the Sharma's get settled in England.

Kate tells Mary that they are going to England now and tells Edwina to forget all that she told her about marriage, and she'll help her find a love match. Once she gets married to Anthony, after a decent engagement period, she starts helping Daphne, Lady Danbury and Violet with items that require a lighter touch then her husband's.

Benedict finds Sophie and gets her out of Araminta's clutches. Then he helps Anthony with various legal/financial matters to support all of their family and friends in the future. He also continues his art because he loves it.

Daphne helps Sophie find employment in the meantime and works with her mother to set up other social matters that will help them in the future.

Sophie is using this opportunity to help Posy get away from her mother as well. Lady Danbury eventually offers her room and board as a Governess for her grandson Gareth.

Colin starts to publicly court Penelope. She insists that he still travel and start his journals, and they can have a long engagemnet. He of course brings back gifts for everyone, even people who aren't legally in his family yet. He also takes Albion and Harry under his wing and has them hang out with the rest of the Bridgerton men.

Penelope takes this chance to improve her spy network Whistledown sources. She also makes sure to set up her sister's with their future husbands and warns her mother that her father is in worse trouble then she suspects. She and Eloise bring Madame Delacroix into their spy network inner circle. She uses her new excess funds to help various friends that are or will be in need.

Simon immediately courts Daphne and secretly finances the Sharma's ship passage. Then he gets roped into helping Lady Danbury and her various "charity cases" (she swats him for that).

Lady Danbury does her best for her various family members. Improving her relationship with her brother, arraigning outings with Gareth and the younger Bridgerton siblings. While keeping an eye on her nephews James and Marcus. She also takes every chance to invite Posy but not Araminta or Rosamund over to her house. As do the Bridgertons and eventually the Featheringtons. She also takes an interest in a young Lucy Abernathy.

Eloise does her best to support all of her siblings and their soon to be spouses. Meanwhile she's helping Penelope with her spy network Whistledown. She's also subtly trying to get Cressida to be nicer and convince her to set her hat on Lord Debling when he returns. She also talks about her new penpal Mr. Crane and his love of plants.

Philip Crane makes it look like George and Marina got secretly married before he left for war. That way her children are legitimate, and they don't have to marry. He and Eloise start up a correspondence again.

Francesca Bridgerton worries about choosing between John and Michaela but they both reassure her that they love her and are fine with whatever she chooses. They all spend as much time together as they can knowing John's time is short.

Gregory and Hyacinth are frustrated by being children again but decide to use it to their advantage and get even more info for Whistledown. After, of course, making sure that they have regular outings with Gareth and Lucy. They might have to wait to be married but they are going to be around their loves as much is proper until they are all of age.

Lady Bridgerton is delighted all of her children are in love and working to better the lives of their friends. She works with Daphne on subtly bettering things in the Ton. And is open to meeting with Lord Anderson when he is in town. But she makes sure all of her children are being "proper" before marriage to avoid any scandals. She decides to make Portia an actual friend and help her with her husband wrangling. (she often assigns her sons or her sons in laws to keep an eye on him at various locations). Mary joins them when she comes to town. They all get tipsy at Agatha's on occasion to let off steam.

I'm sure they're all getting up too much more mischief, but I can't think of anything else to add. Or who else they are forcefully adopting helping.

If somehow Queen Charlotte traveled as well, she's getting her sons to marry their wives sooner and letting her children know she loves them. She is spending more time with her granddaughter. She hopes that things will be different but knows her death cannot be changed. She also engages Penelope in a long-distance chess match, with Agatha having go between to inform the other of their next moves. When he's having a good day she's having family meals with George and their family. She still picks her Diamonds but its not as fun when she knows the Bridgertons have the whole Ton rigged now. However, they do know how to get things done and she can appreciate that.

[keymintt]

(to taste) only enough to know what you cannot have

[softestaries]

Lady Danbury: is something going on between you and my brother?

Violet: remember that time you fucked my dad?

[krussyarts]

Family

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[shouyuus]

18+, college roommate!vi cinematic universe thigh-riding, questionable vape-usage, oral (vi receiving), smut with a fluffy ending

"s-sweet fuck, pretty girl -- j-just -- just like that --"

you let out a soft whimper, rutting your hips over her flexed thigh, whining as she leans back, a palm resting on your waist, the other clutching her hot pink vape, bringing it up to her lips for a long hit before tugging you down, blowing the dragonfruit-flavored smoke into your mouth.

you suck in, tasting the bright tang of the vape smoke as your pussy clenches, your clit throbbing as you chase your orgasm, grinding down over vi's leg as she groans thick in the back of her throat, her eyes dark and hazed out as she watches you with parted lips.

"like -- like that?" you ask, your voice high and desperate even as vi bites her lips, letting her head fall back against the wall of her room, her cheeks high with color as you reach down and wedge a hand between your bodies, slipping your fingers under the waistband of her boy shorts to thumb clumsily at her clit. she keens, fingers digging into your waist as she jerks you against her, your juices now so sticky on her thighs that it squelches every time you rut your hips forwards and back.

"fuck -- yeah... mm --" she shifts, hoisting you further up just to meld her mouth with yours, licking into your mouth as your pace stutters and you groan, fingers clutching at her shoulders, her biceps, steadying yourself on her arms as she kisses a harsh line down your neck, sucking a deep hickey into the junction of your throat. "shit, you're so -- so hot, so pretty--"

"vi -- vi -- m'so close --" your lashes flutter as you feel the familiar twist in your gut, the warm already spilling through your limbs.

she chuckles, "c'mon princess --" she tugs on your chin, blowing another puff of smoke in your face, smirking when your breath hitches, "look at me -- wanna see your face when you fuck yourself stupid on my thighs --"

the tension in your belly snaps, your whole body shaking as your orgasm rocks through you. and vi -- she guides you through it, groaning out long and low as she feels you twitch over her, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you ride out your own orgasm against her. you eyes flicker but she keeps you upright, forcing you to look at her even as the edges of your vision fizz out into white sparks of pleasure.

she kisses you as you come down, grinning at the way you whine when she pulls away for another hit of the vape, opening her mouth as you press back in, your fingers finding the soaked folds of her cunt, pressing in, her kissing you as smoke wreathes out the corners of your mouths. you trade the same breath back and forth till you lose count, till you can't figure if the sweetness is the smoke or just the tingling addiction of her mouth on yours.

"mm... wow, princess -- that was --" she hiccups as you press a line of sloppy kisses down her neck, the pale, lamp-kissed bend of her shoulder, the small divot between her breasts, pausing to lave your tongue over her nipples, the piercings there cold as you suck them between your soft lips. your revel in the way she gasps then, the way her fingers bite into your skin.

you reach up wordlessly to tug the vape from her slack fingers, her eyes half-lidded and alight with a loose, liquid hunger as she watches you work down the length of her body.

"you're so wet, vi..." you murmur, pressing a kiss to her hipbone, smiling up at her as you tug on the waistband of her boyshorts. she lifts her hips, her cheeks darkening as she clears her throat.

"yeah well -- 's not like you can blame me -- oh shit --"

her head thunks back against the wall as you dig your nose into the thin trail of hair that leads to her sopping folds, the slick there glistening in the wane light. you only allow yourself a second to admire her before bringing the vape to your lips and sucking in a breath of the synthetically sweet smoke, and then you're lowering your mouth to her and pressing your tongue into her slow, moaning long and loud, your eyes fixed on her face, watching for the twitch of her lips, the slack in her jaw.

"jesus christ -- mm-mngh --!"

you fight back a grin as she whimpers, her thighs tightening on either side of your face. her fingers dig through your hair as she forces her eyes open to look down at you, an open, needy expression on her face that you doubt she'd willingly show to anyone else. but the knowledge that you can bring her to such pleasure quickens your own pulse and drives you forward as you give her clit a hard suck and she keens again -- that gorgeous, high, helpless sound even as she presses you harder against her folds and jerks against your face, guiding you into a rhythm that suits her needs.

"fuck, fuck, fuck princess --" she lets out a string of incoherent swears as you feel her shove your face into her harder and harder, and all you can do is offer up your mouth, your tongue, anything and everything you can till she shakes apart above you, her release coating your lips and dripping down your chin.

you lap at it hungrily, savoring the salty-sweet-tang even as she finally relaxes her thighs and you manage to pull yourself up for a breath. your face is sticky, and honestly, so is she, but her laughter is warm when she tugs you up to give you a lingering kiss.

your head is a smoke-filled euphoria of half-formed thoughts as the pair of you collapse, boneless, sweaty, and sated onto her messy sheets. she kicks off her boyshorts, leaving her just as naked as you already were as she curls around you, her arms solid and strong, yours curled against her chest, your fingers splayed over the smooth expanse of her skin, tracing abstract shapes as you turn to face her.

"you got somethin' on your face there, sweets," she says, rubbing at thumb down your slick-covered chin. you crinkle your nose, turning to wipe your face messily against her bicep even as she laughs.

"mm... why didn't we do this sooner?" you ask, curling into her, your faces inches apart.

"what, this like -- smoke each other out and have amazing, mind-blowing sex?" vi asks, grinning.

you giggle, shaking your head, "no! i mean -- well, yes, but like... this.." you reach out and cup her cheek, the touch so gentle it stills you both.

vi sighs, shrugging, "dunno, cupcake. i -- i guess i was caught up in..." her eyes cast about her room, the band posters and hand-scribbled workout notes tacked to her wall, "in wondering if you -- if you felt the same about me, i just..."

you purse your lips around a burgeoning smile, "you just... forgot to ask me?"

vi scoffs, rolling her eyes, "yeah, yeah, whatever. we get it -- you had to make the first move but --" her eyes soften, and so does her voice, "at least we're here now, right?"

"mm," you nod, inching closer, "and we've still got another six months left on the lease."

"six months is a long time," vi says, her voice husky as she rubs a thumb along your cheek.

"yeah... plenty, if we're trying to make up for lost time but..." you hesitate over a held breath, "what happens after?"

"after... we both graduate?"

"yeah."

for a moment, vi's silent. and all around you, the future stretches out like the moonless night, tendrils of shadow reaching like spindled fingers into the unknown future.

"after that... i go wherever you go, cupcake."

you blink, eyes meeting hers, a startled spark of uncertainty rising within you.

"you..."

vi smiles, a crooked, honest thing of lips and teeth. she hooks her ankles around yours and presses your foreheads. her hand comes up to caress the back of your neck.

"if you think i'll ever let you go again after all that... you've got another thing comin', princess."

you let out a relieved laugh, leaning in for a kiss.

"right. i guess the orgasm really was that good, huh?"

vi laughs too then, a soft, breathy sound.

"sure. but really... i mean it. i'm yours, cupcake. for as long as you'll have me."

your lashes flutter; your heart skips. then, you're the one pulling her in for a kiss, one that's sweet as it is consuming. the skin-scalding simmer of a long-burning flame, a spark catching hold on a breath of summer wind.

"i might not be a theoretical physicist, but from what i've heard, forever is a really long time," you say. and vi, to her credit, only takes a second before understanding blossoms in her eyes and she pulling you to her, crushing you in a stomach-turning embrace.

"you're my everything, princess. you know that?"

you bury your face in the crook of her neck and breathe her in. the room smells like sex and sweat and the soft perfume of your shared shampoo. you grin, a giddy heat pluming up your chest to coil at the back of your throat.

"and you're mine, vi."

vi puffs out a breath, her voice just a tiny bit shaky as she cradles your head in her palm.

"yeah. i know, sweets. i know i am."

[thisrots]

thinkin’ about showing Vi who’s really boss <3

𖦹 warnings: public sex, bar restroom, sub!vi, dom!reader, ur kinda mean in this, cocky vi, fingering, 1 singular ass slap.. lol

𖦹 word count: 676

imagine making Vi wear a lacey thong underneath her pretty boy clothes when you go out to a bar with friends, her legs widely manspreading as she pulls you into her lap. her hands greedily wandering your body and squeezing your thigh, fingers digging into your plush skin, like she was claiming you in front of everyone.

Vi leaned into your ear, murmuring rather loudly, “Princess,” she’d call you, almost tauntingly, like she wanted to piss you off. like she wanted your shared friends to know who’s boss. “You look so fuckin’ good sittin’ on my lap. Bet everyone in here’s jealous they don’t get to touch you like I do.”

her arrogance further pressed onto the illusion that Vi had all the power in the relationship, leaving little to no room for your dominance to shine through. your head whipped around once her hand reached the hem of your dress, fingers slipping into it. you glared at her in response, slapping her hand away, trying to play it off as a joke.

of course, you played along until you had enough of her little game, pulling her into the small single bathroom as you locked the door behind her. she’d complain at first, saying how her drink was gonna get warm or how people could see you dragging her away.

you ignored her bitching, bending her over the sink, unbuckling her pants as you yanked them down, fighting against her writhing. you gripped onto the plush ass that was decorated by a lacey red string, slutty hips and cheeks hugging onto it perfectly. god, you’d been thinking about spreading her open all fucking night.

she’d scoff, still trying to hold onto her cocky little smirk, but the way her thighs spread oh so easily for you told a completely different story. “What—What the hell are you—?”

“Vi,” you’d start, your fingers beginning to tug the lace aside. “Let’s not forget who really runs shit between us, okay?” you’d coo in her ear, spreading her right cheek far enough until her obscenely sopping cunt was exposed and on display for you.

the scene was pornographic, Vi bent over and whimpering, pink drippy hole glistening in the dim lighting, her puffy folds sliding up and down against her slick, the ruby lace giving color to her naturally pale skin. she tensed up at the coldness hitting her sensitive clit, letting out shuddering gasps, your fingers making their way towards it as you gripped onto her jaw, forcing her to look at herself in the faded bathroom mirror.

“Tell me, Violet,” you started, your digit poking at her twitchy bud, legs automatically spreading further apart for you. Her knuckles white from her grip against the metal, muscles tightening at the sensation. “Who exactly do you belong to?”

her face was flushed in a rosy red color, lips pouty as her big puppy eyes stared at you in the reflection, whimpering at the smug expression on your face. when your palm met her cheek with a sharp slap!, her whole body jerked, a broken sound spilling from her lips before she could stop it. you sighed in annoyance, rolling your eyes at her reaction. “C’mon, Vi. Use your words.”

she tried to hold herself up, but the moment your two fingers made their way inside her, her grip on the sink faltered, forehead pressing against the mirror like she couldn’t hold herself together anymore. she sucked you in, fluttering pussy clenching around you, pleading for any kind of movement. Vi had you in shambles on the inside, your thighs sticky with warm wetness. she was fucking addictive. “Who does this tight, slutty little cunt belong to?”

“I-I belong to—”

She bit her lip, eyebrows knitted together like she was trying to hold onto any ounce of control she had left. once you forced your digits all the way in with a sharp thrust, a whiny, guttural moan ripped out of her throat, eyes rolling back, stripping her of any power she had left. her juices pooled up inside your palm, once hardened expression twisted up into nothing but pure, blissful pleasure. “Mmhff—Fuck! I belong to—to you, p-princess—”

[redcallisto]

Kieran my baby boy. someone take him to a therapist please

[petorahs]

an explanation of the side effects of the Terastal phenomenon

[wingedhallows]

pairing: vi x reader | 1k words plot: violet does not appreciate when a guy touches what's hers authors note: this is messy and my very first vi work, send help

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“I love how you smell” violet muses against your skin as you sit perched on her lap. The sweet words this woman whispers to you makes your chest all fuzzy and warm and you couldn’t complain.

You hum softly, leaning back against her and her strong arms sneak around your waist. She loves having you in her lap, absolutely adores it. Her hands fiddle with the hem of your shirt, the skin beneath warm and smooth. 

“You two make me sick” Ellie makes a gagging noise and throws back her beer. “Get a room, mh?” Abby laughs and passes the joint to a girl beside her.

Damn jocks, a sweet moment and these brawly hockey players yap about it to no end.

“Fuck off” Violet laughs and nuzzles her face into your neck. Oh, how you loved her so close, so warm around you.

You place a hand over hers and grab your drink, you’re way too sober for this. These frat parties would be the last thing on a friday night for you if it weren’t for Vi, the star player and your adoring girlfriend.

You set your cup down and pat Vi’s arm. “I’ll get us another drink, what’d you want, baby?” She places a kiss to your jaw and hum’s

“A beer, love. Hurry back, yeah.” Her voice rich and husky in your ear. With a small smile you get up from her lap and walk into the kitchen, not without Vi giving your arse a playful smack, of course.

Vi’s eyes follow you, her gaze stuck on your bum in that sin of a skirt. She’d eat you up right then and there, god have mercy on her.

“Mate, you’re drooling.” Ellie snickered beside her and she cracked a smirk.

“How can I not when I've got a girl like her?” and she meant it, you were the hottest girl around, not even Cait could hold a candle to you.

And christ, she really wanted to lift that skirt and ravish you over that counter.

Ellie snorts and rolls her eyes, you were hot, that’s no secret. “We get it, you bagged the hottest of them all.” her voice exasperated as she nudged Vi.

Her eyes snap back to you, so pretty by the counter and utterly her’s. She adjusts her pants, just the sight of you makes her slick.

 Her eyes follow you as you pour a drink for yourself and pop open the bottle of the beer with a lighter, god how can you be so so hot?

Her smirk falters as she takes notice of a guy behind you, his eyes peering at your arse like you didn’t belong to her. Alright, that sounded big headed, yes.

But, to her defense, everyone knew you were her girl, so why did that prick feel the need to approach you?

Vi’s eyes narrow as she watches the guy reach his hand and touch you, a ugly soaring fire spreads in her chest as she gets up.

She can't put her finger on it but, rage? Maybe even fury. Her fists clench and her arms flex, the anger like gasoline to the fire within her.

You don’t notice the guy, of course you don’t - you’re preparing a drink for your girlfriend and yourself. The bottle is hard to open and you pray that the trick Vi showed you actually works, so you put the lighter in the edge of the cap- what the actual hell.

You whirl around as a hand, and not your girlfriend’s, touches your behind. The guy stands tall, a good foot above you and you have to lift your head to look at him. “What the fuck?” You bark, shoving the guy back. He gives you a cocky smirk and leans forwards. You notice his teeth sitting crooked and yellowish in his mouth and you have to suppress a gag.

 “Sorry, princess. That ass of yours is too good to pass up on.” Your eyes narrow but, before you can even think, a tip of pink hair appears behind the guy and you pray to god and all his angels that Vi won’t break his neck.

Vi is quick to grab the guy by his neck, slotting a foot in the back of knee. The guy doubles over with a grunt. “I don’t appreciate my girl being harassed” her voice low and threatening as she pushes him down by the neck. 

Ellie and Abby are by her side in an instant, both of them holding the guy by his arms like they’ve practiced this before…they haven’t right?

She doesn’t waste a second before her fist connects with the guy’s face, a sickening crunch reaches your ears and all you manage to do is watch in bewilderment and slight disgust.

You appreciate your girlfriend defending you, of course you did but, she had the tendency to go a little overboard. Just as her fist rises again you step forward and slip a hand onto her bicep. Vi halts her movement and her eyes find yours, expression softening instantly.

“Enough, baby.” Your voice gentle and reassuring. Vi reluctantly lowers her arms and slips her hand in yours.

She gives Ellie and Abby a nod and they let go. “Aw, come on. One more couldn’t hurt.” Ellie pouts, what a psycho.

Vi turns to you, her eyes searching your face. “Are you okay, baby?” You nod as a small smile forms on your lips.

You hand her the beer and grab your own drink before the two of you follow Ellie and Abby back to the couch.

One last disgusted look at the guy hunched over on the wooden floor as Vi pulls you along.

[shootingstareon]

going through every emotion on earth

[nora7dahdoh]

Save Noura's Family

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[blaiddraws]

@bananacreamphi ogerpon finds a nice cozy nap spot. kieran is 0.0005 seconds away from bursting into tears

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