#bachelors button

[invoke-parlay]

July 24, 2023

Summer mood with my favourite photos from today 💜🌻✨

[weeklythings]

🥀 flower of the week: Centaurea cyanus

aka. cornflower, bachelor's button. a flowering plant native to europe, often grew in cornfields and other grains. symbolizes the beauty and purity of nature.

[theherbalheathen]

Feeling blue

[the-earthly-paradise]

Portion of 'Bachelor's Button' wallpaper, a floral design, in white on a brown ground; Colour print on paper; Designed by William Morris for Jeffrey & Co.; Published by Morris & Co.; England; 1892. | Source

[chocobosdungeon2]

Asteraceae Centaurea cyanus

Bachelor's Button

Identification via Pl@ntNet

[fleur-aesthetic]

instagram | beemerryfarm

[theroadtofairyland]

Go To Your Happy Place

Watercolor on Black Cotton Paper

2023, 44"x 30"

Larkspur, Delphiniums, and Cornflowers

Private Collection

[miloformula123fan]

for 150 followers, I am announcing my big current project - the bachelor, but f1 style.

basically, i was talking to leo about how they should decide the mercedes seat bachelor style, which descended into this.

how it will work:

once i publish a chapter, i will also publish a poll - this poll will be WHO TO ELIMINATE, NOT who stays.

whoever 'wins' that poll will be eliminated and we will continue the remaining contestants

i will publish the first chapter 'soon-ish', so you're not voting off the moodboard, don't worry

the moodboards do have some easter eggs for the future, relying on them not being eliminated.

also yes i fiddled with the ages, deal with it.

so - meet your contestants

y/n y/l/n, 25, f1 driver for aston martin - the bachelor

and the people vying for his heart

kimi raikkonen, 34, financier from finland

2. logan sargeant, 23, dj from usa

3. daniel ricciardo, 33, photographer from australia

4. alex albon, 27, lawyer from thailand

5. mark webber, 37, bodyguard from australia

6. liam lawson, 22, firefighter from new zealand

7. fernando alonso, 42, physio from spain

8. esteban ocon, 27, baker from france

9. yuki tsunoda, 23, chef from japan

10. carlos sainz, 29, football player from spain

11. lance stroll, 25, heir from canada

12. max verstappen, 26, cat shelter owner and vet from the netherlands

13. sebastian vettel, 36, florist, conservationist and activist from germany

14. oscar piastri, 22, author from australia

15. mick schumacher, 24, surfer from germany

16. nico rosberg, 38, philanthropist from germany

17. arthur leclerc, 24, model from monaco

18. lewis hamilton, 38, model from the uk

19. george russell, 26, CLASSIFIED from the uk

20. jenson button, 34, artist from the uk

21. charles leclerc, 26, fashion designer from monaco

22. pierre gasly, 28, lead singer of a boy band from france

23. lando norris, 24, twitch streamer from the uk

24. toto wolff, 41, ceo billionaire from austria

25. susie wolff, 31, girlboss from scotland

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taglist of people who i think may be interested in this (but let me know if you want to be added or removed):

@leosxrealm, @tallrock35, @wolf-knights, @janeholt3, @badblondebisexualboy, @ghostking4m

[firstlawcedarprairie]

Cornflower on the roadside

[linzeeart]

Cornflower bouquet 3/30

[invoke-parlay]

Lughnasadh/Lammas bouquet from my garden 💐

Beautiful morning we have here in the Southern Tier and it’s supposed to be a nice, cool, sunny day.

Gonna make the best of it, just put in a grocery order for some things we didn’t grow in the garden and gonna make a delicious meal tonight and some honey cornbread for desert 😋

[chasingrainbowsforever]

~ Sepia ~

[themightyfoo]

July 25

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[madhattervanessa]

Bachelor’s Button...

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x f!Reader

Summary: You’re a well known florist and travel to London every season, successfully extending your father’s flourishing business. This in turn leaves you to enjoy certain freedoms other ladies of marriage age can only dream of - though you try your best to expend your privilege to the fullest.

Warnings: Exhibitonism/Voyeurism, fingering, sneaking around, slightest hints of dirty talk and overstim

Words: 1950

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It’s barely dusk as you fret over the last details, your voice already feeling strained as you yell for more water, more perfume, more goddamn greenery as you move through Lady Danbury’s beautiful estate.

It’s then, you hear your name being called- and you’re ready to admonish whoever this fool thinks he is for bursting in before Lady Danbury’s ball has even started - but you find yourself speechless as you see the person striding into the ballroom like he owns the place:

Benedict Bridgerton. Very obviously polished and smartened up thoroughly for the evening’s events at Lady Danbury’s eloquent ball.

He smiles so brightly at you, you momentarily get lost in the tiny crinkles in the corner of his eyes, before focusing back on the flower arrangements, nervously letting your fingertips tug at another one despite it being perfect.

You can almost feel his breath on your neck as he reaches you.

"You look as captivating as your decorations, Miss.”

You bite at the inside of your cheek and keep eyeing the pearls and glass crystals in front of you as Benedict slowly inches closer. You barely contain a jump when his arm brushes yours.

"Would you honor me with a dance?" His mouth is close, far too close to your ear, before he leaves you a bit of room to breathe.

"Don't be foolish, you can not be seen dancing with me, Lord Bridgerton. Especially not before the ball even starts."

You sneak a glance at him, lucky to catch a moment of him admiring your work, a tentative hand extending towards a sprig of chrysanthemum.

"I beg to differ. You are the daughter of a Baron, after all. If anything, it would do us both good, keep our parents off our backs."

He holds his hand out and you lock eyes with him, stuck in place as the music behind you stops briefly.

"Come on, no need to be shy."

He quirks an eyebrow and you glare at him before you take hold of his offered hand.

"I haven’t been shy a day in my life, Bridgerton."

He huffs and you know he has a comment about that ready. He seems to be able to swallow it down. You’re gently guided towards the edge of the dancefloor and the painters in the middle of the room barely glance at the two of you.

The band keeps practicing another song and Benedict spins you into a respectful hold with your back towards his chest. After a careful look around the room you’re not privy to, he blows air towards the shell of your ear, tickling the skin there.

You can’t help a small laugh before you both turn, your bodies already attuned by other seasons prior and many dances spent together. He turns you back towards himself and intently studies your face.

“Rumor has it you have not smiled since arriving in London.” The teasing remark makes you exchange grins - you had truly missed Benedict and his candor. As well as his charming and humorous nature. “You look so captivating when you do, I'm almost glad I seem to be the first to make you not only smile but laugh as well.”

You still smile, despite feeling caught out, your cheeks flushing from both the dancing and the embarrassment.

As you twirl into the next position, you find your jaw almost pressed up to his. You turn your head to let your lips skim against his cheek, failing to resist the temptation despite the bustle of maids and servants around you.

“I know you can do much better than making me laugh, Benedict.”

When you part from him, it’s his turn to flush and after side eyeing the band, he pulls you close, too close, your chest pressed tight against his as he leans down.

“I was looking forward to doing that again as well.”

You look back and forth between his eyes. You lick across your bottom lip just to catch him staring.

“What are you waiting for?”

He gently pushes you away from him and you almost stumble without the comfort of his embrace, ready to tease him about his poor dancing skills - but then you hear that telltale voice from the upstairs salon. You exchange a quick, conspiratory smile with Benedict before he strolls towards the opposite corner of the room.

The telltale sound of Lady Danbury’s walking cane as she struts down the stairs makes you both straighten up and you turn back towards the decorations you had prepared for the ball as Benedict turns his charm towards the elderly Lady behind you to escape her chiding.

Barely an hour has passed when you find yourself in his embrace again - though this time in even more scandalous scenery.

You let your head fall back as your lips part around a quiet moan, the smile on your lips unavoidable as Benedict kisses your neck.

"Sh, we have to be quiet-" 

You frown before you bury your head into the lapels of his coat, his fingers never ceasing their assault on your pussy as you pray for the maids scuttering around to stay far away from this particular room of Lady Danbury's estate.

That woman would be livid... and delighted.

The faint music starting up again makes you jump and he laughs quietly, his second hand tilting your chin up to kiss you again.

"I've missed you", he whispers between kisses and you feel your heart flutter. You nip at his lip and receive a gasp back.

He doubles his efforts and you melt in his arms, the heat in your blood seemingly fit to boil you alive.

"Ben- I think-"

You can't even finish your sentence before your burst open for him like a bud in spring, your mouth falling open as he pushes you over, gentling his touch, his kisses against your neck turning from devouring to gentle pecks.

His fingers are still buried inside you and you sigh as your heartbeat calms, your surroundings filtering in again, slowly.

"You're so beautiful. How about we leave, right now?", he whispers, his nose running up the tendon of your neck as he speaks. His breaths hitting your skin makes you shiver.

You meet his eyes, hands already raising to fumble with his hair but then his fingers suddenly start thrusting in and out of you.

"Ben-!", you gasp, your hands digging into his coat, hard, as he keeps making your legs shake.

"It felt like you were about to say no- how can I convince you?"

He presses another kiss to the corner of your mouth, before his tongue tangles with yours.

When he lets you up for air again, your head feels like it's on backwards.

"I- I really need to socialize today-", you mutter, blinking a few times to regain focus, anything to distract yourself from how close you are to another orgasm, how tangled up in each other you are underneath the soft, golden glimmer of the lights, like in a dream.

"Lady Trowbridge i-is expecting me. My father will surely be furious if I do not show my face to our many customers tonight.” His lips leave your neck and you open your eyes to see him staring at you, his own lips flushed, his hair mussed.

“Fine, then, have it your way.” His fingers leave you empty and you watch, mouth slightly agape, as he licks them clean. “Make it quick, though - I have missed you. Desperately”, he adds before kissing you again. You taste yourself on his lips before he rips himself away from you, leaving you disheveled and aching for him.

You glance around the corner to see him smiling at a maid before he leaves your line of sight. Before she can spot you, you walk deeper into the room towards one of the guest rooms to make yourself look presentable again.

-

You spend the whole evening socializing, in a considerably better mood than when the evening began and secure both old customer relations as well as new ones as you move about the ball.

The business endeavors of your father keep you safe from most of the eager bachelors but it appears there are at least a few who can not be deterred by your busy networking.

“Miss, a refreshment, perhaps?”

You turn without thinking and accept the glass, barely turning your head. You’re ready to dismiss whoever has approached you this time in hopes of a dance immediately as he comes to stand beside you.

“Yes, thank you-” your eyes meet familiar ones that glint with amusement, obvious delight at catching you unaware.

“-Mister Bridgerton”, you complete, any other dismissal you had prepared rendered useless as he rubs the corner of his mouth with the fingers he had used just hours ago to make you cum while he blatantly stares into your eyes.

He hums and steps into the small conversational circle without hesitation or invitation, blatantly disregarding the other ladies in the circle starting to puff out their chests and fanning their delicate skin.

You catch Lady Danbury watching from afar who shoots you an amused smirk before returning to her conversation.

You can barely listen to one of the younger Ladies’ questions in front of you before Benedict interrupts again.

“May I steal you away to the dance floor, Miss?”

You grit your teeth behind your glass before emptying it, catching a few questioning and scandalized looks as you do, before answering him.

“I would be delighted.”

You pass off the glass to a table next to you before taking his hand, planting a bright placative smile on your face as you excuse yourself from the conversation.

Benedict gently leads you to the dancefloor and you curtsy, easily falling into the lead of the dance, one of your favorites, before you take his hands again.

"I was about to leave”, you hiss, somewhere in the middle of the quiet dance. You catch him smiling before he purses his lips, his eyes probably having caught the stares of one of his family members. It takes another turn around the dancefloor before he answers you.

"I know. But I simply could not resist having another dance with you. You are an excellent dancer, after all."

The low murmur makes you fight the urge to smile again - never one to be caught reacting like a blushing little girl to compliments like that. At least not when others could be watching.

"With the way you’re following me around today, Lady Whistledown might mistake you for a puppy dog soon, Mister Bridgerton."

"Shall I pretend I am blind to the most beautiful artist in the room, instead?"

“I would hardly call myself an artist, Mister Bridgerton. Though I would be most grateful to know which lady you may be talking about, I do love creative minds...”

The eye contact alone is starting to feel scandalous and the hand on your lower back is wandering towards somewhere - not exactly inappropriate, but familiar.

“You make it difficult to gift you a sincere compliment.”

“You are not trying very hard, are you, Mister Bridgerton?”, you tease and brush your cheek against his with your next whisper. “I, for example, admire the way you let your hand dance over the paper when you draw, your steady, nimble hands. That concentrated look on your face when you fix your subject makes me want to give you a much better reason to look so focused.”

He clears his throat and as the dance puts you at a greater distance, you catch his intense gaze.

As soon as the dance ends and you have properly curtsied, he all but tugs you outside into the next carriage.

[mostlythemarsh]

Trade

[flowerishness]

Centaurea cyanus (cornflower, bachelor's button)

Variations on a theme.