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I Will Never Leave You

Pairing: Anthony x Fem!Reader (wife)

Rating: E

Summary: Anthony experiences his son being born, and overcomes a fear in the process

It was at the start of the fall when it happened, the moment Anthony's life changed entirely. After only a year of being married, the Viscount and his wife ad welcomed another small Bridgerton into the world. He realized early on he quite liked his wife in the state of forming and growing the first next born Bridgerton. She was more beautiful as time passed, he couldn't quite believe it himself. But everything about her, reminded him why he chose her in the first place. But it was that day, the day the air was brisk and cold, the leaves were as bright as ever with the note of seasons changing. As was his. The process was long, and while it was not custom, Anthony stayed right by her side every step of the way. He watched every bead of sweat, every contorted line in her face as she did the most powerful thing he had ever seen. In all truth, he had been somewhat dreading this day, because he knew from the moment he held the little on in his arms he would feel the weight of his father passing. He watched every second, his heart nearly giving out as she screamed in agony. As his wife collapsed to her back as the miracle ended - he heard the sound that would forever be burned into his memory. A loud, piercing cry had filled the air.

"Oh, my dear," Violet Bridgerton exasperated

He faintly heard his mother go on about how beautiful the child was, but Anthony could not bear to look just yet. With every second, he felt his palms grow weak - his breathing quickening more than before. The room filled with smiles, and yet he looked to his wife, she had an expression he couldn't piece together - one he had not seen before.

"Anthony," She sighed, motioning for him to look.

"I believe congratulations are in order, Viscount" The Doctor who had tended to his wife nodded, "It is a boy."

Anthony felt his mouth go dry, "A Boy?"

He watched his wife's hands reach forward, and he was puzzled - how she had any strength left was beyond him. Yet she yearned for this child, with the brightest smile he had ever seen. The time had come. He watched nervously, seeing his son placed in his wife's hands for the first time. Then it happened. He looked down, feeling the burst of a thousand fires placed in his heart. He heard the small cry as the boy looked to his wife, and without feeling it come - Anthony felt tears fall down his face.

"He is beautiful," His wife cried, "Oh, Anthony, he is so beautiful."

He gazed onto his son's face, full of what felt like pride and joy mixed in one. He was by far the most beautiful thing Anthony had ever seen.

"Would you like to hold him?" She happily said through her tears.

Anthony could only nod in response, his hand shaking as he reached out to hold the very thing he had been so terrified of all these months. The boy was placed in his arms, and Anthony felt confusion and joy flood him. How could something terrifying be so incredibly small? The small fingers had closed in tight fists, and his eyes had opened to look into Anthony's eyes. Tears had fallen freely and without pause.

"I will never leave you."

It was all Anthony could say, "I will never leave you, ever. I promise."

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*BETWEEN THE LINES // MGG SERIES MASTERLIST*: Chloé hates LA. After landing a starring role in a new crime show, she doesn’t know what to expect: all her cast mates are considerably older and more experienced, she misses her dogs, and it’s getting harder and harder to define her budding friendship with her costar, Matthew.

*METRO CARD // MGG MASTERLIST*: Ophelia doesn't know what to expect after Matthew Gray Gubler hires her as his new assistant. on top of grad school and trying to get ahead in the film industry, things become more complicated between the two.

*MOONTIDE // SPENCER REID MASTERLIST*: after joining the BAU, Y/N must navigate the complicated feelings she's starting to develop for her least favorite co-worker, Spencer Reid. (Dom!Spencer vibes)

SWITCHBLADE FAITH // SPENCER REID MASTERLIST: one month after joining the BAU, Clea is still settling in. between solving murders and getting acclimated to DC, the only comfortable thing in her life is her friendship with Dr. Spencer Reid. (Baby Spence!)

*TOP SHELF // MGG MASTERLIST*: broke and having a bad day, Reader runs into Matthew outside a café. after a couple encounters, his financial support and friendship become something more. (Sugar Daddy MGG)

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MGG masterlist (includes his other characters!!) lmao this got so big i had to make a separate list 😭

*honesty is the best policy//spencer reid*: when the secret of Spencer's virginity gets accidentally spilled in front of the whole team, reader goes to check on him. (Baby Spence)

*remedial math//spencer reid*: reader is a student in Dr. Reid’s class, but she’s been something of a poor student-- office hours are the only solution. (Professor!Reid)

*in new york//spencer reid*: reader and spencer visit NYC together for the first time, but they realize that their friendship means more to them than they thought. (Dom!Spencer)

*on the other side of the glass//spencer reid*: Spencer doesn’t know much about Reader when she first joins the team. after watching her interrogate a suspect, he wants to change that. (Sub!Spencer)

*playing with fire//spencer reid*: Spencer and Reader don’t get along at work, but when they have to pick up a book from Spencer’s apartment for a case and Reader won’t leave his trinkets alone, things get messy. *playing with fire part 2!!!*

*concussions and confessions//spencer reid*: a near-death experience encourages Spencer to admit his feelings for his best friend, even at the risk of ruining their relationship. (Baby Spence)

*mean//spencer reid*: when Spencer returns from a case, he needs to work off some frustration. (Dom!Spencer)

*reassurance//spencer reid*: Spencer is self-conscious about the noises he makes in bed, so reader reassures him (Baby Spence) blurb.

*what happens in California...//spencer reid*: while on a vacation with the team in California, Spencer and Reader get into an argument. he’s being secretive, it’s blazing hot, and to make matters worse, the air conditioning doesn’t work. (mean dom!Spencer)

*silver heart//spencer reid*: reader and spencer reunite after he returns from a series of long cases and way too much teasing over the phone.

*relaxation blurb//spencer reid*: with Reader sitting between his legs before bed, Spencer finds something else he wants to play with.

*in some way or other//spencer reid*: when fem!Reader and Spencer are forced to spend the night in a motel room, she hears something interesting coming from his shower.

*cyber sex blurb//spencer reid*: while spencer is away on a case, fem!Reader facetimes him (pillow-riding, dom!Spencer).

*envy blurb//spencer reid*: fem!Reader is an actress and when the couple sits down to watch her new movie, Spencer gets jealous about her on-screen counterpart.

*migraine blurb//spencer reid*: spencer takes care of fem!Reader when she has a migraine.

*just married blurb//spencer reid*: honeymooning in Paris, Spencer and Fem!Reader spend their first time together as newlyweds. (softDom!Spence, “sir” kink)

dozing off//spencer reid: falling asleep in the car while Spencer drives blurb.

aftercare blurb//spencer reid: some relaxing bath time with your boyfriend.

archaeology//spencer reid: Reader is a forensic archaeology student working on a case when she meets Spencer and finds herself both confused and interested in him.

Your Hands Are Cold

Pairing: Anthony x Fem!Reader

Rating: E

Summary: Anthony stumbles upon Y/N in the woods during a storm.

wow, I am actually pretty proud of this one? I may make it into a longer writing?

anyway, enjoy!!

This was not how you wanted your afternoon to end up. Ankles deep in mud, your newest dress from Madame Delacroix getting destroyed from the storm. You had no intention of getting yourself stuck out here, and you had no clue that such horrendous rain would take place this afternoon. Since it was usually the best part of your day, this had put a damper on enjoying your walk. You started to cough, worried that this endeavor would give you a terrible cold. You trudged through the mud, slipping so often - despising ever walking out in the first place. Flickering your eyes, you tried to raise your hand above them so you could see but the weather was far too cruel for visibility. When you thought it would never end, you heard distance hooves and prayed that someone was coming to your rescue in a carriage. You turned around, blinking more and more as the rain pierced your skin. Catching your breath, you managed just long enough to get a good look - it was a man you believed on just a horse. At the very least, you thought, he could manage to get you some help.

"H-Hello?" You called out, your lips dripping with the rain.

As the gentleman neared, you could hardly believe your own eyes - you thought the storm had been playing tricks on you.

It was Viscount Bridgerton, Anthony Bridgerton. The Ton's most sought out bachelor.

"What in the devil are you doing out here?" He spoke curtly and called you by name.

"I-I'm sorry, My Lord." You choked out.

You knew Anthony Bridgerton through your kinship to Daphne, but when she moved away with the Duke - the two of you had only written letters, and you saw less of the Bridgerton family.

"Come now, let me help you" His voice had a tone of gentleness, meaning he must've seen the shame in your expression.

"Lord Bridgerton, I assure you, you needn't trouble yourself" You let out a disgruntled laugh,

"I can wait until someone with a carriage comes along I'm sure it won't be much longer-"

"You will do no such thing." He dismounted his horse and motioned you over.

"I cannot, sir." You were exasperated, he clearly forgot you were wearing a dress.

"Come on," He gripped your arm, leading you over to the saddle, "And call me Anthony, there is no need for such politeness."

You stood there in the rain, looking up at the saddle - there was no way this could happen.

"Anthony-" You looked back, but before you could manage to protest more - his hands had gripped around

your waist.

With a slight squeal, he had managed to hoist you into the saddle. Both of your legs dangled over the side, and you were in complete shock with such a swift movement.

"You will need to straddle the horse." Anthony pushed his hair back, the rain had soaked him entirely.

"I cannot, sir-Anthony. It is entirely impossible in this dress." You motioned to the drenched fabric.

"Well, we shall have to change that." He sighed.

His hands reached forward, gripping the hem of your dress. Before you could ask what he was doing,

you heard the sound of ripping material and the cold had now been exposed to your legs.

"Anthony!" You gasped, "How dare you-"

"Put your leg over, come on now." Anthony tapped your ankle, stifling a laugh.

You did as he said, settling yourself into the saddle. It didn't take but seconds more, and he had placed

his own foot into the stirrup. The wind had been knocked out of you, and not due to the storm any longer. Anthony's hips pressed into your back, and his chest square onto your shoulders. You swallowed hard, not believing this was how the afternoon would turn out.

You shivered, your hands reaching for the reigns.

"Allow me." He said gently, "Oh dear."

"Wh-what is it?" You wondered what could've gone awry now.

"Your hands are cold," Anthony whispered, and without pause - he slipped his hands out of his riding

gloves, and placed your hands within them.

"Your gloves are wet." You chuckled.

"They are better than nothing, no?" He said quizzically.

"I suppose so my Lord," You laughed in response.

Anthony chuckled in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"If the Ton knew of this-" You said lowly.

"Your secret is safe with me" He whispered, "I will get you home safely."

You smiled once again, leaning back into his arms as he gave the horse a kick to begin your journey home.

the feminism has left my body momentarily 🫠🫠

Hysteria

Anthony Bridgerton x Fem!Reader. Doctor x patient, power imbalance, dubcon, misogyny, outdated medical practice, first orgasm, overstimulation, innocence kink, dirty talk, praise, cum eating, jerking off. this isn’t historically accurate at all- I combined more modern medical techniques with old ones I’m sure- but it’s rlly just for fun. I also just pretended corsets don’t exist for ease :,)

this could be considered a dark!fic. please read with caution

word count: 2,666 >:)

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Bug Boy - P.P ³

Pairing: All 3 generations of Peter Parker x Fem! Reader

Summary: Two older versions of your boyfriend, hot.

Warnings: Smut, NSFW, sex with two other versions of himself, Bi! Peter Parker(s), All characters are 18+, we’re gonna pretend that NWH just involved the multiverse, 38 year old! Peter x 26 year old! Peter x 18 year old! Peter x 18 year old! Reader, spitroasting, oral sex (m+f), double penetration (anal + vaginal), praise kink (f), pet names (Angel, baby, sweetheart), established relationship with MCU! Peter, swearing obv, creampie (anal + vaginal), porn without a plot, if I’ve missed any let me know!

A/N: Horny mode activated

Ever since the multiverse got fucked up, I’ve had this really, really weird fantasy. A sexual fantasy to be exact. Involving my boyfriend, and two of him from other universes. I thought he’d be weirded out, he never really liked the idea of sharing me with anyone. Our sex was always very vanilla, and I liked that.

“Something’s on your mind, tell me so I can help.” He rolled over to face me on our shared bed. I held my breath, swallowing my pride in the process.

“I’ve just,” I rolled over so I could be face to face with him, “I’ve been having these fantasies.” He cocked an eyebrow. I felt my face heat up and I couldn’t look him in the eye. “Ever since the other two came to our universe…I don’t know you’re probably gonna think I’m gross.”

“You want to be gangbanged by the three Peter Parkers?” He knew me too well. A smirk formed across his lips, I couldn’t tell if he was making fun of me or if he liked the idea. “I never took you for that kind of kinky.”

“I knew I shouldn’t have told you! Now I’m gonna be teased about this until the day I die-“

“I like it.” His response shocked me, “Instead of wanting to get fucked by another guy you wanna get fucked by another me.”

My cheeks were on fire and I couldn’t make eye contact with him. I wasn’t expecting what happened next.

A knock on the window and one on the fire escape shook me out of my head. Two separate people. “They’re here.” Peter said, using his web shooter to open up both glass frames.

“Peter, how did you-?”

“Spidey-sense.” The older one said, climbing in. I sat up on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest. All I had on was a pair of shorts and Peter - my Peter’s - ‘I survived my trip to New York’ shirt. The middle Peter crept in a few moments later.

“Spidey-sense? Oh my god that’s literally so much better than the tingle or whatever the hell the kid calls it!” My Peter shook his head, annoyed by himself.

“Okay listen the Peter Tingle-“ I dug my elbow into his side. “Anyways, I don’t know about your universes, but in mine the idea of having sex with clones is a pretty common fantasy.” Usually he would have never been this forward, but these guys were just him, but older. The three gave each other glances, saying everything but nothing at all. “Okay Peter 1,” He pointed to himself, “Peter 2,” He pointed to the eldest, “Peter 3,” he pointed to the tallest.

“I’m taking her cunt.” Peter 1 said, pulling my hip so he could be attached to me.

“What? C’mon let the lady decide!” Peter 3 gestured to me.

“Peter 1 gets to use my cunt, Peter 2 and Peter 3 you can rotate between either my ass or my mouth.” The two men looked at each other and shrugged, saying ‘thats fair’.

With a quiet ‘pew’ my shirt had been tugged off my body. “Now, now fella’s, I wanna take my time. Everyone take their shooters off.” Peter 2 finally spoke up. The two younger Peter’s groan and place the wristbands on the kitchen table. Peter 2 brushed a few strands of hair out of my face, he was almost inspecting me, but mostly it was admiration.

“C’mere, baby , show these guys how good you are at taking cock down your throat.” Peter 1 walked over to the bed, where I was still sitting. He leaned down to kiss me, and I skillfully undid his jeans, he kicked them off once he could. I didn’t need to be told what to do, I rubbed him through his boxers. He shuddered a bit, “Don’t tease. You know I hate when you do that.” I smirked.

My fingers pushed the fabric down, revealing Peter’s olive skin, which I promptly left marks on. I felt a pair of hands grasp firmly on my hips, which had gone into the air as I leaned my head off of the edge. I looked back and realized it was Peter 3, tracing the edges of my body. He lightly groped my ass, enjoying how I allowed him to touch me. “Dude.” He muttered.

“I know, right?” Peter 1 said. He pushed the hair out of my face and made a ponytail with his hands. His cock was standing almost upright, it looked painful. I spat on the tip and spread it with a few pumps. I suckled on his pink tip while my hands did the up and down strokes he loved so much. “God, so fucking good for me.” I took him to the back of my throat, gagging noises filling the room.

“‘S it okay if I take of your bottoms, Angel?” I hummed in response, allowing the tallest of the three to pull down my shorts. I could sense that Peter 2 had joined him behind me.

“She’s soaking, haven’t even really touched her yet.” He said.

“Don’t need to, her body’s ready for us.” I groaned at Peter 3’s teasing words, “We will angel, just teasing.” I felt four hands dance across my skin, goosebumps forming in response. Peter 3 rubbed his fingers against my clit, nearly causing me to stop breathing.

Peter 1 removed his cock from my mouth, leaving me panting. “On your back for us, baby.” He said, gesturing to the headboard. I did as he said, spreading my legs for the three men to see me in all of my nude glory.

Peter two walked over to me while Peter 3 took off his suit, leaving him in his boxers. He climbed on the bed, layed on his stomach, and hooked his arms around my thighs. The eldest one removed his suit, he was in his underwear too. “Wanna suck me off too, sweetheart?” I smiled and wasted no time to push the garment off of him, revealing a cock that was similar length to Peter 1, but thicker and more pale. As I wrapped my lips around him, I felt Peter 3 start to rub my clit with his thumb. I felt another weight sink onto the mattress, my Peter was completely nude next to the third one.

“Lemme hold that for ya’” He said, grabbing my right leg out from Peter 3s grasp, he started leaving light kisses on the bottom of my thigh. I felt a hot and wet tongue run up my slit, the cold air was harsh against me when he pulled away. Sure enough, he came back, lapping and sucking on me just as I was doing to Peter 2 on the opposite end of the bed. His hand caressed my face, as if he didn’t have his cock stuffed there too.

The pleasure overwhelmed me, and a groan escaped, causing Peter 2 to curse and pull out. “Don’t wanna cum just yet, baby.” he said. The three men gave each other glances and before I knew it I was chest to chest with Peter one, his cock just barely inside me.

“I’ll take her mouth, since I’m the only one who hasn’t felt it.” The tallest one stood in front of me, and I felt Peter 2 behind me. With a sharp pain and a cry from my throat, all three were inside of me. My body felt hot, my lungs burned from the way I couldn’t catch my breath. They didn’t wait for me to adjust, instead the two men beneath me thrusted at their own pace, the pain quickly fading. Peter 3 fucked my face gently, shuddering when moans escaped my throat. My tongue swirled his tip and my throat was now hurting from how often I gagged.

“You like this, Sweetheart?” The eldest said, spreading my ass cheeks so he could watch as my hole squeezed him, the pride he felt from knowing that he would probably be the only man to be inside of me like this egged him on even further. “Taking our cocks so well.” He reached over to my clit, which was sandwiched between Peter 1.

“Please, feel so full. I wanna cum so bad.” I cried, Peter 3’s cock immediately going back into my mouth as soon as I had said it.

“I wanna see you cum on us, she’s so pretty when she cums.” Peter 1 kept nearly hitting my cervix, which was overwhelming when mixed with the other feelings.

Peter 2 rubbed the sensitive bud, his movements switching between circles and swipes. I gripped tightly onto his forearm and tried to not clamp my jaw down on Peter 3. My orgasm was like a fourth of july festival, fireworks everywhere and it all felt like a dream. My brain went numb, my hearing was replaced with a ring and all I could make out was that they were about to finish. Moments later I was there on the bed, cum dripping out of my pussy and asshole, and my cheeks having received a load as well. I’m sure they left at somepoint not too long after, but I couldn’t say when. My head was spinning and all I could focus on was the duvet on our bed, how I was ruining the duvet with the cum dripping out. I couldn’t get up though, even if I wanted to do something about it.

Maybe the universe splitting had its silver lining.

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