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heyheydidjaknow · 2 months

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I haven’t played this stupid game in 6 months. This is a sequel to Prospects, this time featuring Bailey.

Agreement

The envelope shook in your hand. “This should suffice.”

Bailey took it from you, not bothering to meet your eyes as she slit the top and took the slip inside. Whitney, dressed for the ride ahead— or fight; whatever came first— in his sweats and t-shirt, stood with his back to the door. Despite your assurance, he had insisted on sitting in on this final transaction as if the mountain of cash you had worked yourself ragged to obtain would not be enough to settle the score, as if your being there were not dependent solely on your value as a worker, as if Bailey— who now looked up at you over the check between her fingers and her half-rimmed glasses— would care beyond that if you were gone.

The ground swayed beneath your feet.

Bailey leaned back in her chair, gesturing to Whitney with the check. “This was your idea?”

You could not bring yourself to look back at him, but you could imagine his expression. It was the same as when you had when you had met Briar and Avery a few days before; cool, unflinching, as though you were an item at a pawn shop he was trying to get a good price on. You supposed you were, in a sense. “Yes.”

Bailey nodded slowly, taking in your figure, your stance. You squirmed under her gaze. “And the child’s yours, I take it?”

“Yes.”

She considered as much. “You know,” she mused, “your… what would the word be? Fucktoy?”

He scoffed. “For our purposes, property.”

“Oh, hardly.” She leaned her elbows on the desk, fingers lacing together under her chin. “Not officially at least, not until our terms are settled.”

“What terms are there to settle?” You picked at your cuticles, heart pounding in your throat. “Is that not how much—“

“That’s how much my best earner was worth before.” Her smile was sweet like cough syrup, sharp like whiskey. “I’m a businesswoman you understand; it would hardly make much sense for me to part with my greatest revenue stream for its raw material costs.”

You looked back at Whitney. He kept his eyes trained on the woman in front of you. “And how much would it take for you to part ways with your charge?”

She sighed in mock contemplation. “Oh, I don’t know.” She sucked her teeth. “Another fifty percent ought to do it.”

The words echoed in your ears. You swallowed back panic as you went back to staring at the floor.

“Fifty?” His sneer was audible. “The fuck you take me for?”

“Someone desperate.” She gestured to you. “Someone willing to take when they can get and leave.”

“A bitch, you mean.”

“So long as we’re being frank.”

“You—“

“Do you know how much that child is worth?” You shut your eyes as you felt her own take you in. “Do you know what sort of market you could appeal to with a matching set?”

You heard a rustling of cloth behind you. Whitney’s voice was as cheerful and bright as you had ever heard it. “So long as we’re considering the lives of people that matter,” he smiled, “I’m curious; how much is your life worth?”

There was a pause, a laugh from Bailey. “That bitch,” she sighed. “First that file—“

“This actually isn’t Laundry’s, surprisingly enough.” You heard the clinking of metal parts as he gestured to you. “Friend of a friend who lives in the country; I promised him the deed to this shithole if your position found itself empty.”

Despite yourself, you turned to face him. He held the pistol in his hand with the confidence of a man unfazed by its weight. In the back of your mind, you wondered if he would be tried if he went through with it, whether the cops would come or care or whether they would write it off as the result of one of Bailey’s “ungrateful brats”. You could not for the life of you decide which would be preferable.

“So,” he continued, finger twitching, eyes shining, “I think it best if we tried renegotiating terms.” He gestured to you. “Either you take the money and I take your cash cow off your hands—“ He steadied his aim, “— or I redecorate your office with your insides and you get to find out whether the contents of that envelope are worth shit in hell.”

You cast your gaze back towards her. Bailey looked between the two of you, lips pursed. “You’re more desperate than I thought.” She pushed her glasses up her nose and reached into her shirt pocket. “Let me give you some advice, kid.”

You shut your eyes again at the click of the safety. “Hands where I can see ‘em.”

She pulled out a carton of cigarettes, tapping one out and sticking it between her lips. “He isn’t a better person than I am, you know.” She took a lighter off her desk. “He’s not going to take better care of you than I am, isn’t going to wish you off to some fairy tale land where you’ll never know hardship; if anything, he’s going to fuck you over harder than I do.” She lit it, took a drag, smiled, exhaled.

“You fucking—“

“And you.” She pointed the cigarette at him. “Whitney, yeah? You think your life’s going to get better by being a father?” She leaned her head on her free hand. “I’ve been stuck with this job for thirty years now; the only thing that thing—“ she waved the cigarette in your belly’s general direction, “— is good for is an accessory to the walking ATM it’s stuck in.”

You could hear his voice shake; with what, you could not tell. “So help me God if you say one more thing about my fucking kid—“

“Let me say my piece.” She stood up, taking another drag and blowing it in your face. “If I were you,” she sighed, “I’d see if Harper couldn’t make an exception to get that thing out of you while it’s not breathing. Short of that, I’d ship it here.” She leaned forward, resting her hand on the surface of her desk. “But if I ever find your brat at my doorstep,” she promised, voice lowering, “if I ever see you or that thing here again, I’ll make your time here look like a stay at the Ritz-fucking-Carlton.” She stuck the cigarette back between her teeth, tilting your head up to look her in the eye. The resemblance between her and Whitney was apparent; you wondered if that was just what the eyes of monsters looked like. “I will make your child pay for however much you would have made me twofold, and I will sell their body— whole or piecemeal— to any dumb fuck who asks for what I’m sure will be a pretty young thing like them. Do you understand me?”

You could not breathe.

Her grip on your jaw tightened. “Are you deaf?” She brought you closer, and you whimpered at the sensation. “I asked you a question. Do you understand me or don’t you?”

You shut your eyes as her nails dug into your skin. You dug your own into your palm as you forced yourself to nod.

She kept you there a moment— for what, you did not know— before pressing a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes shot open, and you swallowed back tears— of relief, of sadness, of panic— as she released you, collapsing to your knees and gasping for air. “Good.” She took the check, slipping it into her pocket before sitting back down. “Leave before I change my mind.”

You pulled yourself to your feet, practically tripping over yourself to cling to Whitney. He glanced down at you, letting you bury your face into his shoulder as he took one last look at your former guardian. Wordlessly, he pulled the two of you out into the hallway, past the children gathered by the door, past the garden and Robin and the stairs and the threshold and finally, with a smile of untempered relief and satisfaction, across the street, into the truck parked there, and away from that miserable town, and as you watched the buildings you had come to know as parts of your home flew past, as you watched people you recognized from school rush into the forest and students— like you, you registered vaguely, desperate for money, for purpose, for anything— lean against street corners, you wondered if this would be any better, if this was more desirable, if this was emancipation or a different, crueler kind of ownership.

You mumbled a goodbye to the bus stop as it passed. Only then did the tears really start.

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imthebadguyyy · 4 months

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the bridgerton blues

pairing : anthony bridgerton x reader

fandom : bridgerton

synopsis : it's the first time after your wedding that anthony sees you sporting the signature bridgerton colour : blue, and it does things to him that he can only express in a much more....physical manner.

warnings : smut, heavy smut and excessive amount of fluff

a/n : i miss my grumpy viscount!!! happy reading :)

anthony huffed impatiently, foot tapping against the marble floor at bridgerton manor.

the season had begun again, and much to his relief, he would only be a spectator this year, having married the love of his life, lady, well, current viscountess y/n, which meant he didn't have to deal with the frills and fancies of the hawk like mama's in the ton, awaiting the right moment to swoop upon him with their daughters.

but by God, you were taking forever to get dressed and come down to leave for lady danbury's ball. beside him, benedict and colin sat, engrossed in a game of chess, while francesca and eloise lounged on the couch in the drawing room, catching up about life.

his mother was with his darling wife, much to his surprise, helping her get ready for a ball. he had been caught off guard when his mother had bustled in, dressed in a powdery blue gown, and had proceeded to shoo him out of the room.

"what exactly is keeping mama and y/n?" colin asked, brow furrowed in concentration as he focused on the chess board.

"if I knew I would tell you brother" anthony mumbled, checking the watch that hung on the golden chain from his waistcoat, smiling as he traced the cover, suddenly hit by a burst of nostalgia, and a surge of fondness for his late father.

he brushed it off when a giggling hyacinth came running down the staircase, leaping into his arms, forcing him to rush to catch her, eyes widening in surprise.

"hyacinth! you must always give me a prior warning or I may not be able to catch you" he chided, tucking a stray curl behind her ear and setting her gently on the ground.

"brother!! wait till you see y/n/n!! she looks like a princess!" his youngest sister exclaimed, almost vibrating with excitement. a shy gregory emerged, blushing a little as he nodded, making the three older bridgerton boys smirk, well aware of his little crush on anthony's wife.

when anthony had first befriended his wife, they had been at a mere age of ten, and anthony had rescued y/n when she had fallen off her horse at a picnic with his family and the cowper's.

ever since then, they had been inseparable, joint at the hip and at the heart.

it was of no surprise to anyone in the ton when finally, ages later, he had announced he was marrying the lady montgomery, or as everyone fondly knew her, "y/n/n"

"why so bashful greg?" benedict jested, watching his youngest brother turn a dark crimson.

"n-nothing" he stuttered out, darting in to see his sisters.

"it's because of y/n! I'm telling you brother, she looks like an absolute angel!" hyacinth chirped in, now bouncing about from step to step, just as the door of Anthony's room creaked open, and the dowager viscountess stepped out.

"she's ready" she smiled warmly at her son's, hurrying in to get her daughters to mark the momentous occasion.

brows furrowed, the eyes of the bridgertons rested upon the long winding staircase, awaiting to see what exactly was this magical outfit that had their mother and sister gushing like birds.

and what anthony saw, made his jaw drop to the very ground.

at the very top, his darling wife came into view, hair in sleek, meticulous curls, perfectly cast up in an intricate updo, adorned with pearls, framing her face with the delicate curls. her makeup was subtle, emphasizing her flowing complexion with a touch of rosy blush and wine coloured lips.

she adorned a pearl necklace and matching earrings, gifted to her by anthony himself, adding a timeless elegance to her stature.

but what really caught everyones attention was the dress that she wore, more specifically, the colour of the dress she wore.

a rich dark blue silk gown, carefully tailored, hugged her frame, showcasing the intricate details that add to its allure. the bodice, adorned with delicate embroidery, depicting subtle butterfly motifs that caught the light as the she moved down the stairs. the neckline gracefully framed her collarbone, delicate lace butterflies attached to the neckline,while the sleeves tapered down to her wrists, showcasing more of the exquisite lacework that adorned her body.

the skirt of the gown was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, flowing generously in layers of silk that rustled with each step. the deep, rich hue of the fabric evoked a sense of opulence, reminiscent of midnight skies. as she walked down, the silk caught the light, casting a mesmerizing play of shadows and highlights.

the dress matched anthony's waistcoat perfectly, and the sight was enough to make the viscount choke over nothing.

as he saw his wife adorned in the resplendent dress for the first time, his eyes widened with genuine admiration.

a hushed gasp escaped his parted lips as he took in the sight before him.

his wife, cloaked in the elegance of the dark blue gown, the bridgerton blues appeared to be like a living portrait of timeless beauty.

a warm smile formed on his lips, expressing both surprise and deep appreciation for the grace and sophistication she was emanating.

"my darling" he murmured as he swept forward, extending his arm to welcome you into them.

smiling sweetly at the bridgerton clan, you floated down, linking your arm with anthony's.

"sister, you look utterly perfect in blue!" benedict exclaimed, pressing a delicate kiss to your hand, as violet fondly caressed your cheek.

"doesn't she look like a princess brother?!" hyacinth squealed, looking excitedly at anthony. "just like one out of the fairytales" he said, looking at you with nothing but admiration and love and fondness.

"you really do look utterly regal" colin said, flashing a warm smile at you. eloise and francesca came upto you, with even eloise admitting that the dress you were wearing was nothing short of a work of art, while francesca gushed over how the silhouette was so perfect for you.

"alright, we must leave if we want to reach lady danbury's ball on time!" violet said, clapping her hands, leading her children out to where the carriages awaited.

"wait behind for just a second my love" anthony whispered into your ear, as he walked up to his valet to whisper something into his ear.

slowly, the other bridgertons departed, after you promised them to join them very soon, ignoring the smirks and nudges colin and benedict sent your way.

anthony pulled you into his study, hand gently caressing your waist, feeling the rich silk in his hands, the other hand gently reaching for your chin, lifting it to look into your eyes.

"you look utterly divine my beloved" he whispered fingers gently fondling your face, eyes absorbing every detail of your face, not that he hadn't already memorised it.

"thank you my dear" you whispered back, hands settling on his broad shoulders, taking in his waistcoat as well, the dark blue velvet clinging to every rippling muscle in his body, brass buttons complementing the coat.

"i always knew you'd look stunning in bridgerton blue but....it seems as though the bridgerton blue was crafted for you" he murmured, tightening his grip on your waist, "so stunning that infact, i do not feel the need to leave for lady danbury's ball, for I'd much rather stay here with my breathtakingly beautiful wife" he murmured again, lips ghosting over your own as his hands squeezed your waist, drawing you flush against his body.

"my lord, we cannot... we must be present at the first ball of the season" you lamely protested, heart hammering against your chest as the intoxicating scent of his musky, woodsy cologne filled your nostrils.

anthony dropped his lips to your neck, lips brushing a feather soft kiss to the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from you.

"what if we do not go? what if we just stay here and...i worship my wife in the way she deserves? like the goddess she is?" he asked, like gently pressing kisses down to your collarbone, still as light as a feather, just enough to ignite something feral in you, but also enough to keep you wanting more.

"my lord it's the first ball of the season, and we have to-"

you were cut off by anthony's lips pressing against yours.

they were soft and plush against yours, pressing perfectly like a jigsaw puzzle, initiating a warm glow in the pit of your tummy.

as your lips met, the sensation was like a feather's gentle caress — soft, fleeting, and subtly warm. it feels like a delicate dance, a tender exploration that sparked a gentle flutter within you. the touch was akin to the brush of downy feathers, teasing and inviting, as if he was testing the waters of intimacy.

yet, as the moment unfolded, a magnetic pull takes hold, drawing you deeper into the realm of passion. the softness transforms, gradually intensifying into a fiery connection. the initial delicacy gave way to a fervent exchange, each kiss building upon the other with a growing hunger.

your lips, once feather-light, were now engaged in a rhythmic and passionate dance. the subtle warmth amplified into a blazing fire, and what began as a gentle exploration evolved into a fervent expression of desire.

the world around you faded and in that heightened connection, every kiss becomes an electric charge, a testament to the undeniable chemistry between your two souls entwined in the artistry of passion.

anthony's hands ran rampant on your body, clutching every part of your body through the silk dress, yet taking care to not scrunch the silk in anyway.

"you have no idea what you do me darling" he growled against your lips, drawing back for just a moment to watch your chest heave and eyes glaze over, hands clutching his coat and cravat so tight he feared you would rip it off.

"every breath you take, every word you speak, the very sound of your melodious voice and the very beat of your heart, all allure me to you, draw me to you like a moth to a flame" he continued, his own heart hammering against his chest.

his chest rose and fell with every word, eyes ablaze with burning passion. "every second of every day, i crave you, i long for you, i need you, and it drives me feral. but the sight of you in my colour makes me want to rip off that very dress off your body, claiming you as mine in more ways than one" he growled, hands scrunching the material on your behind.

"anthony..i crave you every second of the day as well. i need you" you whispered, a soft whimper slipping past your lips.

"hush my sweet darling" he said, sending you a saccharine sweet smile.

then, much to your chagrin, he took his hands off your waist, fixing the material and fixing his own coat.

"now, we must hasten to lady danbury's" he smirked" and you groaned, a painful throbbing between your legs becoming more prominent.

"but my lord-" you protested, only to be cut off by another searing kiss. he kissed you deep and long, and then drew back, pushing a stray curl on your forehead back behind your ear.

"our family awaits dearest" he smiled, and gently led you out to the hall.

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the grand ballroom at lady danbury's unfolded into a dazzling spectacle as it embraced the opulence of a gold and maroon theme. golden hues enveloped the space, casting a warm, regal glow. glittering chandeliers, adorned with intricate gold details, hung from the ceiling, their crystals refracting light in a dance of elegance.

luxurious maroon fabrics draped the walls, creating a sumptuous backdrop that added depth to the golden ambiance. tables adorned with golden tablecloths and maroon accents contributed to the harmonious blend of colors. golden candle holders flickered with the soft glow of candles, casting a gentle radiance on the rich maroon floral centerpieces.

the women's dresses shimmered with embellishments, and the men's attire featured accents, creating a visual symphony of sophistication, into which you walked with anthony, arms interlaced, as you bowed before queen charlotte, who had taken quite a liking to you.

"it's lovely to see the bridgertons led by a couple as magnanimous as you" she bestowed a rare compliment, bringing a hot flush to your cheeks and even to anthony's pale visage. "but now we anxiously await the news of a young bridgerton" she said pointedly, and you kept your eyes low, trying to ignore the heat blooming in your cheek.

around you, guests were engaged in a dance, the dance floor became a stage for a waltz of colors, with the many colours and tones reflecting in the mirrored walls. the orchestra, bathed in the warm ambiance, played melodies that echoed the richness of the color palette.

you noticed simon and daphne dancing, looking fondly at each other, and saw colin sharing a dance with young penelope featherington, which made you smile, always having harbored a soft spot for the girl.

you spotted eloise by the food table, with francesca, both enjoying the strawberries that were being served. benedict seemed engrossed in exploring the rich collection of paintings in the hall, and was surrounded by a group of friends.

anthony led you over to his sisters, a soft kiss to your wrist a promise to be back in a moment lingering on his lips, as he was dragged off by countless lords for a drink and a conversation about the next round of a hunt they were engaging in.

as eloise began to speak about the many cruelties of lady featherington, you spotted cressida cowper scowling over at the two of you, dressed in a pink so bright you felt momentarily blinded. she shot a contemptuous look at you, scoffing at your gown and sharing a laugh with lady cowper, that had your eyebrow creasing with insecurity.

much to your horror, she began to march over to you, along with her mother and lady featherington, much to your dismay. you searched desperately for your mother-in-law, but found her engrossed in conversation with the queen.

"my my, if it isn't the happy bridgertons" cressida sniped, flashing you a tight lipped smile. "hello miss cowper" you smiled, ignoring the anxiety bubbling in your tummy.

"cressida" eloise said coldly, linking her arm with yours. she was well aware of the contemptuous rumours she had spread about you when you had begun courting anthony and had made it her mission to protect you from her.

"what a rather unusual colour for you dear" lady cowper commented, eyes trailing down your body in disdain.

"it gives you the impression of being a little washed out" she stated, opening her fan to hide her smirk.

you ignored the tear that sprang to your eyes as she continued to comment, on the fall of the dress, the shape of the silhouette and the way your jewellery was far too showy.

you could feel eloise glowering beside you but silently begged her to keep calm, not wanting to lose her calm in front of everyone.

to your surprise, a familiar baritone cut in, a nd a strong arm wrapped around your midriff and waist.

your husband appeared beside you, a smile on his face that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"i see why you might think that, lady cowper, for all you can pull off is that rather obnoxious shade of viscous pink, and while i understand your envy at my wife's ability to outshine everyone else here in any colour she chooses, i must remind you are speaking to the viscountess bridgerton, and hence must adhere to the degree respect she commands" he stated coolly, hand gripping your waist so tight you were sure it would leave marks.

stunned speechless, the cowper's backed away, egos more than bruised and enraged , subject to sniggers and chuckles from the other lords and ladies in the room. your brother walked to anthony from across the hall, patting him on the back and whispering a "good man" to him as he hugged you, and eloise drew anthony into a hug as well.

anthony led the two of you over to his mama, who couldn't hide a smile herself at the love her son had for his wife, so reminiscent of the way their father had loved her.

"I am sorry if I caused humiliation to your name mama, but I cannot and will not let anyone talk to my wife that way" he said firmly, only to be cut off by his mother.

"I believe everyone here has been waiting to say that to miss cowper since the beginning of time, my darling, so take your wife and go home. you have done your job and proved your love and passion and told everyone that your relationship rhymes true" she said, drawing you into a warm hug and bidding you goodbye.

the carriage ride home was silent as your held anthony's hand tight, his thumb tracing patterns over the gloves you were donning, a pearly white to match your jewels.

"thank you my love" you whispered to him, eyes glimmering with unshed tears.

"my darling, i love you, all of you. please do not ever belittle yourself, because your beauty is awe worthy" he said, eyes contorted as if he was in pain at the thought of you being in pain.

"I'll try my best not to" you whispered against, leaning forward to press your foreheads together. and you stayed like that till bridgerton manor came into view.

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frenzied kisses were pressed against your lips as anthony lifted you into his arms, earning a singular gasp from your lips. his hands, one wrapped tightly under your bottom and the other around your back was strong, as you wrapped your legs around his waist and he led you upstairs, ignoring the scurrying valet and maids and your ladies in waiting as he made it to your shared bedroom.

he dropped you gently on the bed, towering above you, hands shoving the material of your dress up. his hands crept along your thighs stealthily, finding the hooks of your stockings to your thigh garter, slowly dragging it down, exposing your bare skin to him, suppressing a groan at the soft skin.

to his surprise you reached up and grabbed him by the cravat, untying it and pulling him down to meet your lips. you kissed him roughly, a frenzied battle, with teeth and tongue clashing as he shrugged off his waist coat and began to unbutton his shirt, watching as you removed your jewellery and kept in on the table beside his bed.

his hands reached for your dress, carefully untying the many laces and unbuttoning the many buttons on your dress, watching as your bosom heaved in the corset wore.

deft fingers unhooked the corset without a struggle, and you moaned when the cold air hit your nipples, making them harden, as you pushed your chest out towards him.

anthony growled, the sound reverberating in his throat as he reached down to unbutton his tan pants, leaving him in just his underwear. his lips attacked your neck, biting into the delicate flesh and pressing kiss after kiss, sucking deep marks and hickies that were sure to stay for days after.

you raked your nails up and down his neck, stroking the skin there and raking your hands upto his hair, gently scratching his scalp as he trailed kisses down to your breasts.

his mouth enveloped your nipple in his mouth, tongue flicking and swirling around the sensitive nub.

he continued his ministrations, taking only a moment to move his mouth to your other breast and leaving lovebites on the skin.

he settled in between your thoughts, hips gently grinding into yours, as he licked and sucked to his heart’s desire, attempting to alleviate the growing tent in his pants.

you were beginning to pant, and he continued to pinch and stroke your nipple. his tongue wreaked havoc on one while his fingers gently tugged on the other. anthony could not wait any longer, the pain of the straining in his pants making him more loopy than he would admit, and he pulled away from your breast, a string of saliva from his lips to your breast.

he came back up to your mouth, kissing you with desperation. "i adore you" he painted above you, before kissing down your tummy to your thighs.

he stopped at the junction between your thighs, inhaling the musk of your scent.

he reached for the cotton underwear you had on, gently pulling it down, and pushing your thighs apart, and a wave of cold air floated across your inner thighs, so open and exposed now.

anthony began to press hot, open mouthed kisses to the bare expanse of your thighs, stopping just below your pussy lips each time.

mere moments later, you felt an entirely new sensation— anthony's wet, warm tongue sliding through your folds. a cry of pleasure ripped from your throat, as you looked down at anthony, who had crawled between your legs with his tongue buried at the apex of your thighs.

your slick dripped down your pussy lips, costing them in your honey, and anthony licked it all up as if it was nectar and ambrosia, lowering his face to lick a long strip through your entire slit, before tilting his face even deeper into your pussy, swirling around up to your engorged clit and licking all around it and on the top of it.

the action had your hips jolting as he sucked on the nub, causing flashes of white to flash before your eyes.

"you taste more delightful than i could ever have imagined" he breathed licking the sour-sweet liquid off his lips. "my own precious honey pot" he cooed, making you flush again and your body heated up.

he sucked harder on your clit, fingers slipping into your slit to slide up and down, each stroking made your hips flail wildly.

“you taste so sweet” he murmurs, and the brush of his breath sears against your skin. the low rumbling of his voice, so characteristic of him, are dripped in hunger and arousal, the heat spreading under your skin and threatening to explode like a supernova.

"i have longed to have you squirming on my tongue my love. i will have you screaming my name until your lips know no other" he promised.

with a ravenous look at your heaving form, anthony lowered his mouth to your throbbing center again and licked a bold stripe up your clit, the sensitive bud jolting in shock and you scream in pleasure,

the ever composed lord bridgerton moans against your cunt when you tug his hair, hands holding down your hips as he watches you squirm. then anthony rolls your clit with his teeth and you come apart with a scream, hands gripping onto his hair for dear life.

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.

anthony shifts so he is in between your legs again, watching the fluttering of your pussy as you clench around nothing. your eyes are trained on his hips and he feels a surge of pride.

his cock was one not only of great size but of greater girth and greater skill, and he adored nothing more than watching your eyes become as large as saucers as you looked at his poor cock straining again as it had been ever since he saw you in his signature colour.

trained hands guided his cock to your entrance, tapping against it for a few seconds before he dragged the tip through your slick, making your body shudder at the stimulation. and then, he pressed a kiss to your neck, hips slamming against yours.

the first thrust was deep and claiming,and you cried out at the perfect stretch of him in your pussy.

you could barely think straight, hands digging into his back and nails sinking into his skin.

"so fucking perfect,” he murmured into your ear, rasped and breathless as he nipped on your ear. "'feel so good wrapped around my cock. so wet and warm for me my sweet sweet beloved. fuck, you're so tight right now. squeezing me so well, you love my cock, do you not my angel?"

"yes yes i love you and your cock" you changed as a prayer, eyes bashful at the use of the dirty word. "look at how your cunt clenches around me" he groaned, head dipping into the crook of your neck as his hips slammed into yours repeatedly.

you could hear the headboard banging against the wall as the pace of anthony's thrusts had your body sliding against the silken sheets.

and then he stopped

he stayed there, buried inside you to the hilt, and his cock twitched excitedly inside you. you watched the way he gripped the bedsheets tightly with his fingers until they went hite. it sent heat and pleasure into the pit of your stomach and you were sure you are going to burn. it was far too good, far too much, brimming on the edge of being overwhelming.

there’s no warning as he pulled out, leaving his pulsing tip in, and then he thrusted all the way back inside, in one long and slick stroke back inside you, deep and rough. his cock slammed into a spot in you that has you screaming, something absolutely fucking delicious and it steals away your breath and makes you cry out.

and then he grabs your legs, pushing them up towards your legs as he almost folded you in half, pushing your legs so far apart they almost touched your head, as he moved to his knees for a better angle.

his hips thrusted wildly as he kept fucking you, hand rubbing furiously at your sensitive clit, as you whined and moaned and screamed. he watched as your cunt, pink and perfect fluttered and twitched, and his ears revelled at the sound of the filthy, wet squelching that echoed in the room from your dripping cunt.

he landed a harsh smack to the back of your thigh that had you screaming as he then pressed his tongue to it, sucking a hickey on the spot.

sweat dripped down his forehead and yours, as you began to thrust your hips up to meet his perfect strokes, while feeling like his cock was going to split you apart.

"i want nothing more than to fill you with my seed" he growled, over the sound of your skin slapping together over and over again.

"fill me with your seed my lord. let me have carry your kin" you murmured, and you watched as anthony groaned, hand wrapping around your throat.

"such a minx" he grinned, squeezing and watching your eyes roll back.

without a warning, he flipped you over so you were on top, and his deft hands steadied you at the waist.

then he began to slowly pick your hips up, working you up and down on his cock, slamming you up and down on his cock, until you got the hang of it.

anthony felt himself drooling as he took in the way your tits bounced and you bounced on his cock as you ride him, nails now scratching down his chest as he laid a harsh spank to your ass that had you clenching on his cock harder.

he watched your body desperately ride him for all he was worth, thighs jiggling as they clapped against his own, and he pinched the fat around your waist and belly, teeth nipping at your nipple to increase the stimulation.

"m-my lord! I am going to cum!" you moaned loudly, only to turn to a wail as anthony's fingers unleashed a furious assault on your clit, as he rubbed it up and down and side to side and everywhere, covering his fingers in your slick.

with a scream of his name, you came all over his dick and his tummy, your juices spilling out of you like a fountain, watching as he scooped it up with his fingers to lick it clean.

he slammed your hips down on his even harder as you whined, and you felt his stomach tense and breathing stutter as he came, shooting his load inside you, and finally sinking into the pillow, limp.

panting, you rolled off of him, mind cockdrunk and unable to move. anthony peppered kisses to your skin and kissed the spots where he'd been rough.

"you were phenomenal, my love" he whispered, and to your intrigue, his fingers trialed down to your cunt.

you watched as he gently slid a finger in to your hole, shushing and kissing you as he blocked it with his fingers.

"i cannot have a single drop of me spilling out of you" he murmured and you moaned.

"i adore you", he mumbled, "my dear wife" he concluded.

"and i adore you, my dear husband" you smiled, meeting his lips in a sugar sweet kiss.

who would've known that wearing the bridgerton blue was all it would take for you and anthony to announce to the ton in the next three months that you were expecting the first bridgerton heir?

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a/n : I've missed writing for bridgerton so much!! i really hope you enjoy this, and as always likes reblogs comments opinions etc are appreciated!! sending u all love and happiness and remember, my inbox is always open and i love making new friends!! happy reading ☺️♥️

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Tell me again [ AB ]

Pairing ~ Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader

Plot ~ after a long day at work, Anthony tells you how much he missed his wife <3

Warning: pregnant!reader, little teasing, shy!reader

Words : 0.8k

" I thought you would be asleep..." Anthony murmured, words soft as melody spelled in the dark, hands crossed around his chest, his cuffs rolled up like usual after every tired night in his office, he smiled at you, a glint in his eyes.

" Why would I ? " I would wait for you at the worlds end, You turned to look at your husband, after a hard day, his eyes looked so tired and yet, they were sparkling, always when it was you.

" Oh my dearest wife." He moaned as he crossed the distance in two long strides, wrapping his hands around your waist all the while dropping to his knees,

"I missed you so much baby." He said, kissing your baby bump gently as he looked up with stars in his eyes.

" You didn't miss me Anthony ?! " You fake gasped, watching the slow chuckle make its way through the rings of his cartilage as he plucked the book you were holding.

" Oh you have no idea ! " He growled, taking both your hands in his and guiding them to his face, his eyes shutting as your fingers traced the face you adored so much, he hummed in response, kissing the soft skin of your wrist as watched you, one knuckle at a time, eyes never leaving yours.

" you think I haven't missed you ? " His asked, almost blazing, " you? " He said again, " There wasn't a moment when my soul didn't want to crawl and come to you, not a moment when i wanted to be anywhere but in your arms love." He squeezed your hand gently as you smiled, because you knew, knew how much he loved you.

" Have i told you how much I love your hands ? " He traced the lightening like green nerves that made it ways across your skin, he loved every bit of you, body, soul, mind and heart.

" You haven't," you replied, feeling your breath knocked out, heart punching against your ribs.

Anthony's lip quirked at your dazed eyes, he loved every and each version of you but he so much adored when you made your needs known, how much Anthony loved giving you what you wanted, you just have to say it for me, my sweet love, he had told you.

" This," Anthony said, his lips grazing at the slight raise of vein of your wrist, following it upto the crook of your arm, smiling in triumph as a strangled noise made it's way out of your throat.

" You like it ? " He tilted his head, brows raised in question, " mmm" you hummed softly but being the Viscount and smug bastard lord bridgerton was, he smirked.

" Say it in words my lady." He gazed up, you gave him one eye roll but opened your mouth anyway, " I do." You said ans Anthony resumed his venturing.

" And I have told you how much I love your collarbones ? " He hummed, planting open mouthed kisses all way to to dip of your neck, his breath lingered like a tattooed kiss, you dropped your head back on the couch as Anthony nipped at the raw skin of your neck.

You felt his smile the way his teeth tore into your flesh, his hand soothing your belly in circular patterns, the other cupping your breast and kneading it with all the time in the world, " You aren't telling me." He complaint, mouth fixed several inches away from yours as he looked deeply into yours eyes, your breath were uneven as you whined at the lack of lips on you, he understood and caressed your cheeks, leaning until a thread of wind was between you, you waited for touch to burn you, waited for his lips to crash into yours but alas!

" An..thony " you whimpered and he shaked his head, mouthing a small, No.

" You haven't " you whispered, closing the inches as his mouth pressed against yours in warm fuzzy music, like everything the poets talked about, Anthony smiled as pulled for a second away, his eyes peicring yours, mischief dangling through the corners and oh, how much your loved this man.

" I think I have..." He trailed, nose nuzzling at the dark reds and blues of your neck, he loved his little vicious games, loved to tease you, loved to drive you crazy.

" You have." You told him, " Tell me again."

That was all Anthony needed to you tell you again, and again and again, how much he loved you.

Rigel's note🪩: This has been in my drafts for so long<3

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tanisketches · 1 year

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Happy The Little Mermaid day! 🪸

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Flo Milli x Chlöe Bailey

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DAY OFF [ETN.L X READER]

(Ghostface doesn’t exist AU. Quinn and Ethan live as normal siblings.)

summary: Your best friend Quinn has gone to buy some snacks for the sleepover. Luckily, her brother is there to keep you entertained.

warnings: oral (m receiving), masturbation, subby(?)ethan, mentions of cunnilingus,

“Oh, come on y/n.” Quinn urges you, lying on her stomach. “Give Chad a chance, he’s hot.”

“I don’t know, Quinnie.” you shrug, plopping down on the bed. “He seems decent, but I'm not interested in anyone right now.”

That was a lie. By a long shot.

You were interested in someone. The only problem? He just so happened to be Quinn's brother. And Chad's roommate.

Did it stop you from touching yourself and humping your pillow pretending to ride him? No.

He was such a sweet boy. You couldn’t help but pump those fingers inside of you, moaning his name aloud once you were sure no one would hear or enter.

You shamelessly let the thought of riding his face bring you to your orgasm. You imagined his tongue lapping up your folds and pushing that button in your cunt.

And let’s not get started on that fantasy of you taking him into your mouth, guiding his inexperienced hands to grip your hair and allowing him to completely fuck your throat as your tits are out, bouncing with every thrust past your plump lips.

“Anyways,” Quinn sighed in boredom, standing up and putting her jacket on. “You've got 5? I wanna get us some snacks.”

“In my pockets.” You answered, biting your cheek as you looked up at the ceiling.

You sighed softly, pondering what to do once Quinn leaves. Until an idea pops up in your head.

Ethan is in the living room. What’s wrong with wanting to watch an innocent movie with your friend's sweet brother?

“Hey Quinnie, I’ll see you out the door.” you say softly, standing up and following behind her.

“Thanks y/n/n.” she smiled, walking out of the room into the living room where Ethan sat. As soon as Ethan heard footsteps, he turned around and looked at you with those heart eyes that never failed to make you smile. He was so whipped for you.

Ethan first discovered his crush on you when Quinn took you to her home for an econ-project. You were so pretty, so kind. It’s a shame Quinn closed the door. But as luck would have it, you began to stick around even after the project.

You became a regular in Quinns appartement, somewhere Ethan would also be in frequently. You’d often help him with his homework, and each time he almost came inside of his pants with the way you leaned down to explain something to him, your breath hitting his ear and you’re tits hanging. Or when you'd bend over the table to point at something on the other side, your ass raised in the air.

Each little detail of your movements played through his mind as he pumped his length every night, desperately whimpering into his pillow as to not let his roommate hear. His other hand occupied with scrolling through your instagram, ultimately coming across a video of your voice which pushed him to his orgasm, splashing all over his stomach.

“Call me when you get there, Quinnie.” you chirped happily, closing the door.

His heart skipped a beat when you turned to him, walking around the couch to sit next to him.

“Hi, Ethan.” you smile, your tits bouncing as you plopped down on the lap. god, how was he supposed to spend this night without feeling those soft breasts?

“Hi.” he murmured quietly, turning to tv.

“Can I watch this with you?” you ask in your softest voice, your hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his semi-hard cock. “I get lonely when Quinnie isn’t here to entertain me.”

“Y-yeah, sure.” he stuttered, resisting the urge to guide your hand to palm his dick.

“Great!” you smile, scooting closer to him, the back of your skirt rubbing against the sofa, causing it to be help up. god, he wanted you to stuff that into your mouth as you praised him.

“Can I sit on your lap?” she interrupted his thoughts, rubbing his thigh. “I like cuddling with people.”

“Mhm,” he managed to get out of his mouth, resisting the urge to let out a moan at your words. albeit, that failed when you sat on his lip, your clothed ass rubbing against his clothed cock.

and although his lips were bitten on by himself, she could hear the whimper, causing her to turn around and straddle him, her pussy rubbing against his hard length.

“Sweet boy, can I do something to ease your pain?” she asks sweetly, her hand finding the waistband of his pants. he couldn’t have nodded his head faster. anything for her. his dream girl.

she smiles, getting off his lap causing him to whine. she dropped to her knees, pulling his pants with her.

“You want me to see how big you are?” she asked in a soft tone, her fingers hooking her fingers under his boxers. “Is that it, baby? You want me to praise your cock?”

“Mhm, yes!” he whimpered out as soon as she took his sensitive length into her hands. “W-want you to be proud of it.”

“I am, baby.” you soothe him, your hand reaching up to stroke his brown curls. “Relax.”

he sighed in pleasure, closing his eyes as his curls are being paid attention to by your fingers. the silence being interrupted by a moan as soon as you place a kitten lick on his tip.

“You want to fuck my throat, baby? you ask sweetly, licking the vein underneath. “Ask nicely, sweetie.”

“P-please, y/n.” he whimpered, his cock throbbing under your attention. “need you. fuck, you’re so hot.”

“How long have you wanted me?” You tease, kitty licking the tip again. “Tell me and I'll relieve your pain with my mouth.”

“Mhm,” he whimpers, hips bucking up in a desperate attempt to gain pleasure. “S-so long. I like you coming over. I-I want to feel your tits.”

“You will, baby.” you coo, reaching up to cup his cheek. “Not now tho. Now you can only look at them as I suck you off, my pretty boy.”

He nodded feverishly, head thrown back as you took him into your mouth.

You stilled her movement in her mouth to let your round tits spill out of your top, before bobbing your head up and down his length, your tits bouncing with every movement.

Ethan really tried to hold it in. He knew you wouldn’t like it if he bucked his hips and just fucked your throat raw until your saliva dripped in the same route as the vein.

you she moaned loudly, the vibrations shooting straight up his throbbing cock as he let out whimpers and moans.

“I'm close!” he moaned out, feeling that tight knot in his stomach. “Please, let me cum in your pretty mouth.”

“Praise me first.” you demanded, pulling off his cock to speak, using your hands instead.

“You’re so - fuck!” he moans, shuddering and squirming. “S-so pretty. I l-love it when you’re being kind to-to me.”

You let out a moan at his words, using your mouth again and hollowing your cheeks.

“F-fuck. When you bend over to teach me something I j-just… want to kiss and suck those tits.” he moaned, thrusting his hips. “I-I don’t like hearing Chad talk about you. I can’t stand sharing you.”

You keep sucking, gagging on his cock. You use your hands on the part that doesn’t fit, squeezing your thighs together with your slick wetness im between them.

“F-fuck. You’re so kind. I just want to suck on your cunt u-until you come all over my face.”

That did it. At his words, you let out a loud pornographic moan, shooting straight up his dick, causing his cum to stream down your throat.

You pulled your mouth off his cock with a pop, your eyes teary and panting.

“God,” you whimpered, straddling him but careful not to grind against his sensitive cock. “You really are my sweet boy.”

He smiled at her words, leaning into her touch. “Promise me you only do this to me?”

“I promise, my pretty boy. All mine.” you whisper, cupping his cheek.

“Now,” you grin, licking a stripe up his throat. “I think I deserve to sit on your face, don’t I?”

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Simone Ashley with Jonathan Bailey and Austin (Newton) on set of Bridgerton Season 2

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“Oh drunken gods of slaughter, you know I’ve always been your favorite daughter”

NBC’s Hannibal // Netflix’s Arcane // AMC’s Interview With the Vampire // The Orestiea, Anne Carson // “Ptolomaea”, Ethel Cain

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BABYDOLL — ethan landry

warning: child bullying? (😭)

summary: being the “baby” of the group isn’t as fun as it seems, especially when you can’t go a day without the core four breathing down your neck.

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growing up with the meek martins and carpenters has changed your life for the better. meeting them in elementary, you grew close to the youngest carpenter. a bratty little kid tara was, she would always find a way to make sam worry.

adding chad and his sister to the group added another level of chaos. always arguing about who should be "it" while playing tag. the four of you made an inseparable little bunch; promising each other that no matter what you always be there for each other.

recess was where the four of you would hang out often, meeting together in a corner of the playground. your pigtails swaying as you walked toward the playground. a group of boys decided it would be fun to take the stuffed animal you always carried with you, holding it high in the air.

they laughed at your feeble attempts to try and get your teddy bear back, tears welling up in your eyes. they continued to torment you until mindy passed by and noticed what was happening.

she quickly called out to the rest of the group, marching her lanky body towards you and the bullies. “hey! leave her alone” mindy shouts, spinning the first boy by his shoulders and forcing him to face her. chad and tara approached standing behind mindy, sending death stares to the bullies.

as intimidating a group of ten-year-olds can be, chad tries to settle this peacefully. the bully, still spewing insults, tara decides the best course of action is to get physical. shoving mindy aside tara lifts her tiny leg and kicks the main bully in the crotch. falling to his knees he groans in pain, the meeks stand stunned.

“keep messing with my friends, you're going to end up ball-less," tara spits out. the two other boys get down to help their friend, dragging him away. chad picks up the teddy bear the bully dropped and approaches you.

lifting yourself up, you dust your knees off, wiping the tears from your face. “here y/n, sorry we weren't here” chad apologized, hugging you to bring you some comfort. “it's okay chad, thanks t and mins for sticking up for me” you turn to the two girls, engulfing them in a group hug.

that day solidified something in tara, chad, and mindy; they had to protect their baby from any harm. no one could hurt you, if so, they would be there to protect you.

you made it through the woodsboro massacre, now in college with the meeks and carpenters. a new chapter in your life after the traumatic events, moving on with your life was easier said than done. though you tried your best to move on, finding solace in spending time with your friends and studying.

as a third-year year, you sometimes felt out of place compared to your fourth-year friends. but they reassured you that you will always be part of the group. soon new people joined the core four: ethan, anika, and quinn.

anika and quinn were easy to get along with. quinn played an older sister role to you; teaching you all sorts of sex ed. anika was a kind soul, always looking out for everyone and ready to help whenever she could.

ethan was a weird one, he was awkward and didn't try to chat with you. you would catch him looking at you but never approached you. chopping it up to him being shy, you tried to ease a friendship with him.

after the incident with tara at the frat party you found yourself walking next to ethan. after falling back to give sam some tissues to help her dry off, you and him stood side by side. awkward tension followed the two of you, avoiding your gaze ethan tried his best to keep his distance.

not because he didn't like you, it was the total opposite. if he even looked at you for a moment he would end up staring at you. the short white dress you wore and glittery wings clipped to your back; an angel is how ethan would describe you and that’s what you were.

the cheap halo you had now replaced with chad's cowboy hat, but that didn't change the fact you looked angelic. the way your hair cascaded down, a white bow accessorizing the back of your head, framing your face. god ethan could admire you for days.

snapping out of his thoughts, ethan sees you walking towards a shady alley. following behind you, he calls out, “hey.. y/n! where are you going?” turning, you stand to wait for him as he jogs to catch up with you.

“oh i'm taking a shortcut, there's a 7/11 near here i was going to stop to get some snacks. do you wanna tag along?” you ask him with a smile. god the way the moonlight illuminated your face; it looked like there were stars in your eyes. ethan couldn't bring himself to decline your offer.

nodding you two continue your stride along the shady alleyway. a cool breeze hits the streets of new york; now even more aware of how bad of an idea it was to wear such a short dress. shivering you wrap your arms around yourself, trying to keep yourself warm. ethan notices and decides to make his move. (chivalry isn't dead people)

ethan stops walking and starts to strip himself of all the cardboard he has on. confused you stop walking too, “e.. what are you doing?” you question. throwing the cardboard up in a nearby garbage bin, he took off the blue sweater he was wearing. leaving himself in a white muscle shirt, he hands you his sweater.

“oh no, you didn't have to do that! i swear im fine” you denied, stepping back from him. rolling his eyes, he walks up to you and forces you to put his sweater on. removing chads cowboy hat, he slides his sweater over your head, careful to not ruin your makeup or hair.

you don't stop him, letting him manhandle his sweater on you. “see, now you won't be cold” he boasts, a boyish smile splaying on his face. the sweater fell right above your knee, hiding the short dress you wore. the sleeves engulfed your hands, to the point you had to roll them up to be able to grab chad's cowboy hat from the floor.

“now you'll be cold eth... that wife beater doesn't look warm ya'know.” taking in the way his strong shoulder, defined arms, and the outline of his broad chest looked. your face grows red when you realize you're shamelessly checking him out. my god, it's always the nerdy guys, isn't it?

“it's fine y/n i swear, let's hurry and get to that 7/11, i need a slushy.” ethan continues his stride; trying his best to hide the fact he feels insecure about only being in this tank top.

stumbling out with a large big gulp, and a bag full of snacks you two don't stop laughing. “oh my god e, i'm never letting you live that down” you wipe fake tears from your eyes. “please y/n no one knows about that, not even chad.” ethan pleads. you continued to snicker about how he almost burned the apartment down trying to make himself breakfast.

“it's okay ethan, your secret is safe with me” you jester zipping your lips and throwing away the key. arriving to the front of your apartment complex you turn to ethan, “want to go up to my apartment and watch movies?” you offer him.

ethan tries to hide his giddiness as he accepts immediately. laughing at his enthusiasm you lead him to your apartment. reaching into your bag, you pull out the key to your apartment and lead him inside.

kicking your shoes off you enter the dark apartment, yelling out to your roommate as you turn on the lights. shocked to see a group of people sitting in your living room. ethan turns the corner to see tara, chad, and mindy sitting on the sofas.

“what the actual fuck are you people doing in my house?!” you scolded, putting your purse down on the coffee table that stood in the middle of the room. all at once they bombard you with questions.

why didn't you answer your phone?

where were you? you could’ve been hurt!

why the fuck are you with ethan?

“okay calm down! my phone died while at the party which is why i didn't answer. i'm with ethan cuz' we were walking in the same direction; i offered him to come with me.” you huffed out, plopping down on a love sack you had next to the couches.

mindy keeps pushing, "why are you wearing ethan's sweater?" she sees that ethan is basically shirtless. “my god mins! i was cold and he offered it!” you whined, bringing your sleeve-covered arms to your face.

silence fell, you were unaware of the looks mindy, chad, and tara were giving each other. ethan cowering in the corner, moves to sit next to you on the love sack. looking up, you scoot over to make room for him.

“well, that confirmed it” mindy retorted out loud, tara and chad both nodding their heads. getting up in unison, they shuffle to leave you and ethan alone. before they can get a foot out the door, they start their string of uncomfortable remarks.

don't forget to wear protection!

ethan if you hurt her, i will kill you

call me after y/n! i need to know all the details!

both you and ethan's faces turned bright red. you both got off the love sack and put some distance between each other. after hearing the door close, you sigh and apologize to him, explaining how you're the "baby" of the group.

"so "babydoll", what movie are we watching?" ethan teased. a respective smack to the face with a pillow was enough for him to stay quiet.

god, you were going to end tara, chad, and mindy before ghostface could.

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i maybe got side tracked from the original plot i had in mind, but i think it still turned out cute. lil oneshot for the babes. i swear ill get back on my avatar grind!!!! i have so many wips for jake and miles so plss bare with me.

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Caught ya’

GF!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

A scenario where the reader witnesses Ghost face , or rather , Ethan murder someone in a dark alleyway while she’d been taking a short cut back to her dorm, even after Samantha and Tara begged her to stay together, she insisted she’d went back. At the entrance of the alleyway she watched him, as he murdered the person brutally, hoping no things could possibly go more wrong , she witnesses him rip his mask off for air , and revealing himself entirely. It took the reader only a gasp for him to notice her , and chased her down all the way to her dorm. He was going to make sure no matter what she’d keep her mouth shut.

Contents— Angst, Smut

WARNINGS: Language , non con , groping, knife play, dark!Ethan Landry, murder, mentions of gore, light smut, Vaginal fingering

It all felt so hazy. Ethan Landry, the ‘shy dorky guy who no one ever suspects because he’s so shy and dorky’. You thought Mindy’s point was nothing but stupidity , there was no way Ethan was a murderer. You just didn’t see it in him to have the physical or mental capability to actually put a knife up to someone’s throat. He couldn’t possibly hurt a fly. Only , that was your mentality up until right now.

There it was , happening right in front of you. Another one of those murders that had been all over the news lately, yet you were the one to be witnessing it. You stood frozen in shock as you watched the cloaked figure plunge their knife in and out of the victim’s stomach. Blood seeping through their clothing , visible guts spilling out of the wounds. the sight nearly made you want to gag, and throw up. You couldn’t move , you wanted to call the police , yet you just couldn’t. The bloody sight in front of you was all too much to bare — until the victims attacker backed away once they finished them off. You could visibly see the attackers chest heaving. Yet , what shocked you only even more , was when they pulled the mask off their head. Only then was when your heart actually dropped.

It was Ethan. Your guts wrenched at the sight — backing away from the entrance to the alleyway, A small wince left your lips , but even that was enough to grab the males attention. He knew it wasn’t just paranoia— his first instinct was to run after you. Which finally caused you to put your feet to action and book it. You ran , and ran until your chest burned. He never seemed to slow down once , but you never stopped running until you reached the dormitory. Frantically running up the stairs, making it a life dependent mission to get to your dorm.

However , your stamina was extremely low. Practically hyperventilating , you nervously jangled with your dorms door handle , but you weren’t quite fast enough. Feeling a hand aggressively wrap around your mouth and yank you backward sent you into panic mode. You struggled against his grip as you felt your back up against his chest. Trying to squirm and wiggle out of his grip with all of the physical strength you had left— it wasn’t enough. He pulled you into your dorm, closing the door and firmly locking it shut.

Violently you were slammed against the door, with a knife held up to your throat. Ethan Landry, who you thought wouldn’t hurt a fly, Ethan Landry who’s smile and goofy personality was enough to make your day instantly better, Ethan Landry, who seemed to be the sweetest boy you’d ever met, was here, holding a weapon against your neck.

“Ethan , what the fuck?!” You finally spoke, your eyes all wide and teary. “I trusted y-“ you tried to speak yet you were cut off by Ethan pressing the blade against the skin of your neck even more. You shut your eyes tight.

“You aren’t going to say a word about this to the others , you understand me ?” Ethan spoke in a deep, unchanging tone of voice. You nodded constantly, hoping he’d pull off you. “I won’t , I won’t !—“ you pleaded , just wanting out of the trap of the blade. He kept eye contact with you for split few seconds , before pulling the knife off of her skin. You felt so relieved , that you wanted to drop to your knees and scream. Yet , the only thing you could do was wait a few moments in silence — wait for the right moment to run to your room— to which, you eventually did. You sprinted to the door of your bedroom, however Ethan wasn’t at all far behind. The moment your door was about to close shut, it flung open, knocking you on the ground.

Stood in the doorway, Ethan slowly walked toward you as he watched you squirm and try to back away from him while helplessly on the ground. Eventually your back hit the bed— leaving you trapped. Only thing you likely could do now was maybe await for someone to come to your rescue — or at least have some sort of hope.

Ethan grabbed you by the wrist.

He yanked you upward , throwing you onto the bed. Hovering over you, then pressing his whole body against you. All while leaning close to your ear, whispering un imaginable things. “You know I’ve always wanted to feel your insides , Y/n. I’ve always fantasized how gorgeous you’d look , drenched in red..” he smiled , only leaving you with a feeling of disgust and fear. You were shocked ; un able to move.

“How pretty your organs would look.. or that beautiful look In your eyes when you’re on the sweet brink of death,” he continued on , rambling about his disturbing fantasies. He could only think about how perfect this situation had been, even at the cost of her finding out he was a murderer, and one of the many ghostface killers. He’s always wanted to get a chance with her alone. Admitting his twisted little thoughts about her felt so good— he couldn’t help it. His cock was straining against the jeans he wore under the cloak he not so successfully concealed himself in.

“I’m gonna fucking make sure that pretty little mouth of yours stays zipped.”

There was no way you were escaping this at all from this point on. You liked Ethan— you loved Ethan— but not like this. You were even questioning if you did still feel the same for him anymore. You couldn’t tell. Sure — he was a murderer, but it’s not so easy to let go of your feelings for someone just immediately. You still believed there was humane genuineness in there somewhere.

Ethan’s hands were tightly gripped onto your waist, likely enough to leave bruise marks. You felt almost disgusted with your own self for this, but it didn’t take long for yourself to eventually feel the heat between your legs — you felt so ashamed to be actually enjoying this. You wanted to hate him, you wanted to scream, kick and punch him all at once , but you just couldn’t bring yourself to, even if he’d just murdered someone . It was Ethan Landry. You couldn’t help it. You’d loved him.

A shift in positions , Ethan placed you atop of him , back against his chest. Sliding his hand over your mouth , once again, he held it clamped to your lips tightly , making yourself question whether or not you should just bite his hand and escape — but another part of you was telling yourself to let it happen. This position allowed Ethan to do a lot of things. His mouth right to your ear.

“Ethan, please—“ you spoke muffled against the palm of his gloved hand. However , he wouldn’t be listening to your pleas anytime soon. Ethan’s other gloved hand , became now ungloved, as he used his teeth to pull it off, letting it fall down somewhere , he didn’t really care. Playing with the waistband of your pants for a minute , escalating things only slowly to drive you up a wall. It was a full 2-3 minutes before he actually got around to pushing his hand into your underwear. “Ethan— stop-“ you were tired of the nasty guilt you were feeling in your stomach, like a tight knot that was impossible to get out. But again. Ethan didn’t plan on listening to your pleas.

He slid a finger over your soaked, sopping cunt. “This wet? All for me? How fucking pathetic is that, Y/n.” Ethan whispered into your ear, his words stung — Your Ethan never would of said something like that. However , Ethan wasn’t that sweet boy you once knew anymore.

Two digits slid into your entrance , curling his fingers with every little motion. You could feel your hips slightly buck up from just this. How much you’d been crying? You didn’t know. Your vision was all blurry from your own tears blinding yourself. Removing his hand from your mouth slowly, you were too distracted by his own fingers abusing your clit, that you hadn’t even noticed he grabbed a knife until he brought it up to your neck. “Fuck!” You cried out , this all becoming too overstimulating for you. The lewd sounds filled the room , Ethan’s two fingers sliding in and out of your abused , and puffy cunt.

What was once muffled moans turned into moans that filled the room in addition to the sounds of her aching heat. You were a mess. Yet a mess that Ethan was proud he’d made. You felt the pressure build up in your stomach.

“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck!” You cried out , reaching your high. Ethan could only move his fingers faster, desperate to be the one to make you cum for the first time. Your orgasm ripped through you, causing your whole body to tremble. You couldn’t pay no more mind to anything else around you— it felt like the walls around you were crashing down. All you could think of was Ethan in that very moment. You hate how easily your body surrendered to his touch, yet you felt so sick at the same time. Why ? You wish he’d just stop already, he gave her no time to even process this. His cock twitched in his pants painfully as he finger fucked you cruelly.

Your legs shook, as he’d dragged the knife along your arms , legs, and back up to your neck , the sensation making you shiver , only adding onto your overstimulated self. “You’re so fucking tight,” he started. “It’s like you were practically made just for me.” Commented the male , as you felt his breath graze against your ear. You felt like puddy in his hands , un willing to move another inch. “You know I have the full capability to rip out your insides right now. Swear you won’t say a fucking word to anyone, Y/n. Say it.” He sternly spoke in your ear.

You couldn’t even catch your breath, and he was demanding such things. “I swear.. I won’t say anything — you have my word.” You breathlessly spoke , to which brought a grin to the males expression below you.

“Good girl.” He said , lifting you off of him. Having to admit , this changed your whole perspective on reality. You didn’t know who the hell to trust anymore. Ethan Landry , who once was the best thing that ever happened to you— now a psychotic murderer. What a drastic change.

Ethan likely would be watching you like a hawk for a while— Stalking you, even.

However , there’s no way you ever lost your feelings for him — as sick and twisted as it sounded when it came to mind, you still felt it in your gut that you could trust him.

Note: yo this was my first fanfic !! I apologize if the grammar or wording is bad — 😭🙏 I’m trying my hardest. If your reading this , thank you for reaching the end of my fanfic !! It means a lot!

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