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Same here, my heart broke. He deserved better.
i am in so much pain, i will never mentally recover from this
How you meet
(Bridgerton Boyfriend Scenerios)
Anthony:
You guys met at the opera and talked after Siena’s performance.
Benedict:
You met Benedict at the art school. He asked you if he can paint you and of course you agreed.
Colin:
You guys meet when Colin comes back from his travel. (You are Eloise’s friend)
Simon:
You guys meet through Daphne, when she invites you for some tea.
Friedrich:
You guys meet at the ball, he even asked for one dance with you. (Of course you accepted).
#reluctant Hawkins team dads
JOSEPH QUINN as EDDIE MUNSON and JOE KEERY as STEVE HARRINGTON STRANGER THINGS 4.01 // 4.03
How you meet
(Bridgerton Boyfriend Scenerios)
Anthony:
You guys met at the opera and talked after Siena’s performance.
Benedict:
You met Benedict at the art school. He asked you if he can paint you and of course you agreed.
Colin:
You guys meet when Colin comes back from his travel. (You are Eloise’s friend)
Simon:
You guys meet through Daphne, when she invites you for some tea.
Friedrich:
You guys meet at the ball, he even asked for one dance with you. (Of course you accepted).
absolutely no one:
eddie munson: carrying his lunch box full of dr*gs around school
Like these girls are gonna be the death of me
#same
eddie taking photos of you after sex
eddie is 100% taking polaroid pics of you after sex. he’s so dedicated there’s literally a photo album of just you two after sex
pussy freshly shaven, he’s taking a pic
hairy pussy, he’s taking a pic
there’s pictures of him just sitting inside you, tip only. photos of his cum on your chest, ass, stomach, back, cream pie. homeboy doesn’t CARE
he’s willing to TRAVEL just to get more film.
photos of your fucked out face, body slumped against the headboard. photos of his length in your mouth, looking at him through your lashes.
literal selfies of you two together, worn out, sweaty and tired, but this boy still has the strength to take a picture.
pictures of you shirtless, with nothing on but a pair of baby pink undies he bought you. literally modeling for him, “turn your hips more to the right for me, sweetheart.”
snapping moments of the way his tip slaps on the flatness of your tongue, the photos coming out blurry due to his shakiness.
and he’ll just spend moments at a time admiring the collection of photos yall accumulated over time.
Just watched Turning Red and supportive dark haired dad of few words that cooks has to be my favorite gender
JONATHAN BAILEY on the set of Bridgerton
OMG YESSSSS!!!! 😩😩😩😩 I literally screamed when I read this! This is the best news I’ve read this week… mostly because I’m not ready to see my Benny married lol and because I really love Polin 😂💗 Penelope deserves to be happy with the man she loves!
POV: the artist is trying to paint you and Anthony but you guys keep moving.
same
if he told me he forgot his wallet at home and needed 50 cents i’d simply give him $500,000,000, my life savings, and my house
In Between
pairing | anthony bridgerton x reader x simon bassett
fandom | bridgerton
synopsis | a night of raucous fun you are bound to never forget.
warnings | smut smut smut smut
a/n | some shameless self indulgence. no regrets.
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your thighs were beginning to burn.
you don't know how many orgasms they'd pulled from you already. everything sounds like a dull hum, or as if you were drowing in deep, deep water. you can't tell if it was simon or anthony knelt in between your legs at the moment. their years of visiting brothels and having their way with women finally paying off as they take you apart inch by inch, one devastating orgasm after devastating orgasm.
there’s a gentle palm with the calluses of a fighter's stroking down the side of your ribs. comforting kisses are pressed your thighs, as simon murmurs husky praises about how good you are for him and how pretty you look for them.
you bite back the tears forming on your waterline as his tongue takes on a new path, moving up towards the one place you needed him the most, before stopping, resting his head on the soft skin of your thigh, beard scratching the sensitive skin of your thigh, making you whimper. your legs threatened to shut, to protect themselves from the onslaught of pleasure both men had brought to you.
turning your head back, you watched as anthony relaxed on a chair, swirling a glass of whisky in his hands as he watched his friend go down on the woman he loved. his eyes were blown dark, and his signature scowl was deep set, trying his hardest to ignore the straining of his cock against the material of his dress pants. he had rid himself of his shirt earlier, although now you cannot recollect when he had exposed his glorious body to you.
"such a pretty girl for me" simon's deep voice rumbled above you, "such a pretty little cunt, so sweet and delicious for me, aren't you?" he asked, smiling when you whimpered in response.
simon's lips come to the rise of your mound, pressing gentle kisses meant to soothe, but the sandpaper brush of his stubble makes everything inside you that more aroused, your nerves raw and burning.
“you taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, and the brush of his breath is searing against your skin. the low rumbling of his voice, so characteristic of him, is dripping in hunger and arousal, and it sends jitters up and down your spine until it's difficult to breathe. its an important counterpart to his skilled mouth and fingers on you, the heat spreading under your skin and threatening to explode like a supernova.
“wannt you to come all over my mouth, yeah?” he says, with his trademark grin, before he dives back in, tongue lapping at your slick folds.
you can't help the high pitched squeak that leaves your lips, back arching and throwing your head back in the pure agony of the pleasure. you catch sight of anthony again, now trying to relieve himself against his hand. the sight of him rubbing himself sends you ricocheting towards your high and before you can stop a desperate moan is leaving your raw lips.
"anthony! please my lord, allow me to touch you, i need to touch you, please" you beg, wanting to feel the touch of your man. it was all but public knowledge that you were his, and it had shocked you to no end when he suggested the idea of a threesome.
your cry was the final straw. raising the glass to his lips again, he poured the rest of the golden brown liquid into his mouth, slamming it down with a harsh thud that sent goosebumps crawling on your skin.
he approached you, as a tiger does it's prey, and the combined effect of simon's magical tongue and anthony's lust fill gaze nearly brings you over the edge for the god knows how many times that evening.
he reaches down, and for a second you think he is going to caress your cheek as he has done countless times. you were wrong. deft fingers grab your face, thumb and pointer digging into your cheeks, forcing your mouth open for him, as you whimper.
leaning down, his hot breath fans over your face making you feel hot. with his eyes trained on you, he pours the whiskey in his mouth into your waiting one, watching as the golden liquid overflows from your pink lips, and you cough around the harsh taste.
the taste of the bitter liquid mixed with the familiar taste of anthony makes you feel euphoric and you swallow fast, desperate to please anthony. he watched with a satisfied smirk, thumbing the stray drops of drool and whiskey on your chin and brings it to his own mouth.
simon watches the both of you, a frown curling his forehead. it's his turn to have his way with you. anthony can have you whenever he wants wherever he wants but this? it's his turn to show you how stunning you are. he growls, and since he's had his mouth on you, you let out a high pitched gasp, the sudden vibrations making you see stars. you grab onto anthony's arm to steady yourself, ground yourself as the pressure in your tummy builds, threatening to burst at any second.
"you feel good, don't you my darling?" anthony asks, tracing your jaw with his rings, the cold metal making you shiver. "anthony, please!" you cry again, the gasp turning into a scream when a hand suddenly strikes your sensitive cunt.
looking down, you see a frustrated simon glaring daggers into you, mouth off of where you needed him. the orgasm fades away, ebbing into despair and you whine out his name.
"oh, so now you say my name, hmm? no more anthony? no more "please my lord?" thays because he'll never make you feel this good. never" he growls.
that does it. the viscount snaps. with an almost primal snarl, he is pushing the duke away, sinking down onto his own knees in front of you. "you could only wish, hastings. i will have you squirming on my tongue my love. i will have you screaming my name until your lips know no other"
your chest heaves in anticipation. never ever ever had you thought you'd be in between two jealous men as good as simon and anthony. it didn't help that the pleasure you had been feeling was loosening your grip on reality. your oxytocin drunk brain was failing to fathom what time it was, what day it was, what era it was. all you knew was pleasure.
with a ravenous look at your heaving form, anthony lowered his mouth to your throbbing center and licked a bold stripe up your clit, the sensitive bud jolts in shock and you scream in pleasure, dully aware of the dark figure looking above you, settling down on their knees as well, mouthing hot open mouthed kisses onto the bare skin of your neck and your sternum. you're left gasping from the pleasure coming in all directions, tugging anthony's hair harshly when Simon's warm tongue wraps around your nipple making you jolt.
the ever composed lord bridgerton moans against your cunt when you tug his hair, hands holding down your hips as he watches you squirm as simon showers your breasts with dark hickies. possessiveness kicks in and he growls against you, teeth softly rolling your clit in between them.
you shatter.
you come, cunt clenching down, spasming around his tongue where he has you stretched open. everything else disappears for a moment, your body weightless with pure unadulterated bliss. you can’t even hear your heartbeat anymore, the ringing in your ears and the high pitched buzz drowning out everything else. maybe your body has stopped working completely. you're too far gone to tell.
"so stunning" simon murmurs. his jaw had dropped when your mouth had fallen open in a o shape, watching as your back arched and your hair tumbled down your back, cheeks flushed and bare chest heaving against his mouth. fuck those paintings, you were the most beautiful picture he had ever seen.
you can’t help but laugh a breathy laugh, not sure what he’s on about because you’re sure you look anything but stunning. your hair is clinging to your temple, sticky and damp. your face is flushed and sweaty, eyes watery and nose red. your vision is blurred, and for a moment Simon's defined muscles are hazy and anthony's hair is a blur, but then it clears and they're looking at you like youre the sun, the moon and the stars.
simon doesn't give you a chance to recover. he pushes anthony away, and he obliges, settling into simon's spot. a wet thumb gently presses down on your clit again. for all his sweet cooing and gentle touch and flattery, he is merciless in his pursuit to make you come like it's the only thing that matters in the world.
soon youre gushing around his mouth as well, and somewhere along the way your hand has ended up wrapped around anthony's cock, where your fingers don't quite meet, a thought that makes you moan silently.
"you alright, darling? do you want me to fuck you now?” he asks, brushing back a sticky strand of hair from your face. the look in his eyes is as gentle as ever he checks in on you to make sure you’re okay. makes you feel precious and cared for, and you feel your heart flutter again. you would always be his, atleast a small part of you would.
you nod and he looks at simon, he hums in approval, and stands up to go stand by your head. anthony shifts so he is in between your legs again, watching the fluttering of your cunt as you clench around nothing. your eyes are trained on his hips and he feels a surge of pride. as a viscount, he is very proud of his cock (as he should be) and watching your eyes become as large as saucers has his poor cock straining again as it has been all evening, to his discomfort. not anymore.
the first thrust is deep and claiming,and you cry out as the perfect stretch of him has white sparks burning behind your eyelids. you’re so worked up, everything makes a little bit less sense; mind almost completely numb. you can barely think straight and you think to yourself, this is probably what it feels like to be cockdumb.
"so fucking perfect,” he murmurs into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nips on your ear. "'feel so good wrapped around my cock. sk wet and warm. fuck, you're so tight right now. absolutely squeezing the shit out of my cock right now, aren't you beloved?" his words have you moaning, feeling loved and tortured at the same time. how could he be so sweet and rough at the same time?
he stays there, buried inside you to the hilt, giving you time to adjust to his sheer size. you can feel his eagerness to move inside you, feeling the way his cock twitches excitedly inside of you. you can tell he’s going deral because he's not allowed to just fuck you like there's no tomorrow, watching the way he grips the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they go white. it sends heat and pleasure into the pit of your stomach and you are sure you are going to burn. it's far too good, far too much, brimming on the edge of being overwhelming.
there’s no warning as he pulls out, leaving his pulsing tip in, and then he thrusts all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you, deep and rough. it slams into a spot in you that has you screaming, something absolutely fucking delicious and it steals away your breath and makes you cry out.
you can't fathom a coherent thought, the rush of pleasure that comes with every thrust coating your brain it sticky sweet serotonin. you can’t even stutter out the "anthony" that’s right on the tip of your tongue. all that comes out is a pitiful sob.
“such a needy whore, isn't she simon?" he continues mercilessly, ”always wanting more. how about—" he stops, looking up to meet the duke and they share a look. before you can figure out what exactly is happening, simon stand proud above you cock resting in his hand as he guided himself to your mouth. "open" is all he says and your mouth is falling open. the heavy tip rests against your tongue, salty sweet pre cum oozing out, making you crave more. hands come to rest on the inside of your thighs, lifting you off the mattress until your legs are hooked over a pair of sturdy shoulders, and a delicious weight takes control of your body, nearly folding you nearly in half. "how about this, hmm?" he smirks meant, and you gag when Simon pushes in suddenly. you choke around the thick girth but simon is merciless and he yanks your head back, watching you loll about like a helpless doll.
his voice is pure savage glee, a man that gets whatever he wants. your fingers twist into the sheets, trying to grab on tight because it feels like you are falling off the edge of the very world. then anthony rolls his hips into you at the sensitive new angle your heart just stops. pushing you past that precipice.
your orgasm is earth shattering. you groan around simons cock and before you know he is spilling his hot seed into your mouth with a moan, tan neck hanging back, veins straining. the sight makes you moan again and simon slips out of your pretty mouth with a little pop.
anthony is not letting up, and with how hard you came just mere minutes ago, he's already got you so overstimulated up that you can feel that all familiar pressure and heat settle in your tummy again with an alarming speed.
he’s pushing for something perfect for you,it's what his sweet girl deserves, and heat rises up in you like a tide, seething under your skin. you think you might actually be going to come again, but the sensation is too intense and you feel overwhelmed. you clutch at simon, whimpering as it threatens to gush into your already overwhelmed and overstimulated system.
“it's alright. you’re alright, dove" he rasps out, voice broken and dripping with exhaustion from the intensity of his own release. sliding in behind you so you can rest on his broad chest. he presses soft kisses onto the nape of your neck and the curve of your spine. "you can take it, can’t you? take it for me like a good girl.” anthony rasps as well. then he tilts your hips up even farther, and that’s it.
you're sure you've seen heaven.
electric heat explodes, engulfing your body, spreading numbingly through your limbs, drawing you in until you lose track of reality for a minute.
when you come back to yourself, anthony is still thrusting into you. simon is still mouthing at your flushed skin, drawing circles to soothe your fucked out body. the rhythm of it is soothing, drawing out your pleasure. fuzzily,you note that everything is a slick mess. that you are soaking anthony's cock with how wet your cunt is for him. you can feel it dripping down over the curve of your ass onto the bed sheets.
with a final thrust anthony releases into your pulsing cunt with a groan of your name, and you whimper at the overstimulation.
simon shushes you, stroking your convulsing body and continuing peppering kisses onto your body.
you're fucked out and cock drunk and you can barely remember your own name. your brain is drenched in sticky sweet serotonin and if you die right now, you would die the happiest woman in the ton.
you become aware of a second presence near you, as anthony comes up to press a kiss to your lips, passionate and loving and it nearly makes you weep after he's fucked you like there's no tomorrow. "so good for me my sweet, sweet angel. was it too much?" he asks and you do cry but its happy tears.
"no, i loved it my lord. and your grace" you say, feeling your body vibrate with Simon's chuckle. "that was truly wonderful my dove. i absolutely loved every minute of it" he says, and anthony nods, sliding up to pull you into his embrace as well.
you stay like that for a moment, sweaty, blissed out bodies tangled together in the silk sheets, soft touches and gentle kisses and words of praise falling from the lips of both the men. you flutter in and out of oblivion, until simon is pressing into your back, cock hardening.
"now darling, it is rather unfair that only anthony gets to have you wrapped around his cock. i believe its my turn now" and you shiver, cunt already throbbing depsite the absolute beating it had taken.
"and i believe i should like a turn in your mouth my darling" anthony murmurs and you press soft kisses to both their sternums before pulling the both of them closer to you again.
"well my lords, what's stopping you?
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a/n - filthy but i LOVE it!! anthony and simon could have me any day thank you <33 thank you to @enchantestuff for indulging my idea and for being such a lovely supportive darling, i love you ❤️
as always feedback and comments are appreciated a lot! i really hope you enjoyed it as much as i loved writing it.
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Like honestly I have been thinking the same thing….. and I am still
How they first saw you
(Bridgerton Boyfriend Scenarios)
Anthony:
Benedict:
Colin:
Simon:
Friedrich:
WATTPAD: @bokutowl5
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How they first saw you
(Bridgerton Boyfriend Scenarios)
Anthony:
Benedict:
Colin:
Simon:
Friedrich:
WATTPAD: @bokutowl5
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Which season do you like the most?
Leave a comment!
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These are everything 😍
❤ The Amazing Spider-Man: Cheesy Valentines Cards❤
happy new years everyone!! #2022
The Originals/ The Vampire Diaries Incorrect Quotes (gifs included)
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Elijah calls y/n**
Elijah: I’m sorry for bothering you, but I’ve had a really long day, and I just need to hear your voice.
Y/n: ** hangs up phone
Elijah: ** confused and sad
** knock at door**
Elijah opens it, its y/n
She just steps inside and hugs him tightly
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Y/n sitting on the couch at the Salvatore house*
Damon dancing on the table with bourbon in his hand*
Y/n joins Damon on the table*
“Has anyone seen my-” Stefan said, pausing as he takes in the scene in front of him.
“You know what, never mind” he states as he slowly backs out of the room.
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Y/n comes into the Salvatore house, covered in blood*
Stefan speeds over, “who did this to you?” He asks, as he visibly tenses up.
Y/n tells him, and he speeds off.
— time skip—
He comes back in like this:
He comes up to you, and wraps his arms around you.
“Nobody hurts you y/n, and lives, ever.” He whispers in your ear.
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You walk into the Mystic Grille, looking super hot, and catching the eye of a certain original and heretic, who were sitting at the bar.
You walk up to counter and order a drink from the bar, and when you look next to you see this:
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You walk downstairs in the Mikaelson house, wearing Elijah’s white button up shirt. Walking close behind you, were Elijah and Klaus.
You made eye contact with Rebekah who had a puzzled look on her face. You smiled and wiggled your eyebrows, she got the hint and made this face:
(Lets just say, she never asked any more questions after that)
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Hope you enjoyed!
Ukai: We should stop worrying about Y/N and let them lead their own life.
Takeda:
Ukai:
Takeda: Do you want to follow them, or should I?
Ukai: Let’s both do it.
Beautiful boys
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I hope that Lisa will recover soon😢 and I hope that Jisoo, Rosé and Jennie will stay safe and healthy.
I have seen horrible comment that Lisa deserves it but the thing is no one deserves it even though it’s hard to ignore covid-19.