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The Great Linked Universe Tumblr Sexyman Tournament: Round Three, The Final Showdown
And so we finally reach the last battle. Who will take home the crown and the title? Will it be the old man or the captain? Only you can decide their fate!
Round Two Satistics:
Time beat Sky by 123 votes at 220-97
Warriors beat Wild by 101 votes at 231-121
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Voting ends on October 14th at 12am GMT. Good luck soldiers. May the sexiest Link win O7
The Absolute FILTH i Would do For this man
slutty drunk thought of the night is giggly drunk sex with anthony bridgerton when you're stumbling around the furniture and your clothes leaving a trail behind you and suddenly he rips the bodice of your dress because it's on the way and he got too eager to get his mouth on you 🥴 bonus if you tease him for it and he gets back at you by making you unable to utter another sentence
appeasing cruelty.
pairing: anthony bridgerton x (f)reader
word count: 1.1k
warnings: teasing, foreplay/fingering-ish. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI.
etc: looooook i could of let this be a ten sentence reply but i just couldnt, i had to go above and beyond because im going feral for this man. also sorry for the shit regency talk lmao, i suck at it. also i’m tipsy so i’m also sorry for spelling mistakes!
i do not give anyone permission to translate or repost my work, please be respectful — if you enjoyed please comment or reblog!
You are certain that the both of you are going to have bruises along your back sides and legs come morning with the way you’re hitting every piece of furniture on your way through the Aubrey Hall. You’re grateful for everyone else within the hall having slipped off to bed and cannot see the way the two of are devouring the others mouth; Anthony’s tongue licking it’s way into your mouth, his hands not leaving a part of you untouched, gripping your clothed breasts, gripping the side of your neck so your mouth never leaves his own unless it is for him to kiss and bite on the side of your throat, his hands trying to rid you of the rest of your garments—but finding difficulty from your descendants to your private corders, and the chairs that keep finding themselves smashed to the back of his legs.
“Christ,” he grumbles against your lips. His tone laced with a sting from the blow to the back of the leg, frustrations from not being able to devour you properly, and that gravely twang that makes your lower belly burn, makes the slick gather between your legs.
But you can’t help but laugh. Can't help the small chuckle that slips out against his lips when his hip collides with the corner of a table and his words repeat. That bubbling bliss from the drinks you had consumed earlier within the night making your chest shake with chuckles; a chest that Anthony now has his mouth on, his tongue skating across your skin, the sounds leaving your lips turning into whimpers. His mouth leading a devilish trail to the top of your breasts, your eyes closing, head bent, lavishing in the way his mouth feels, letting his arm around your waist keep you flush to his front as he continues to lead you throughout the place, his cock hard and pressed to your inner thigh; tantalizing and begging for your attention.
You feel your tailbone hit a table, a low groan from the slight pain just as quickly forgotten as you hear a rip; feel a hard tug, a pull of fabric, and then you feel the cool nip of the air within the room on your breasts. And when you look down your bodice has been ripped, barely hanging off of your body, the other fabric that had once been covering your chest now pulled down. Anthony’s mouth making it’s way across the peaks of your breasts. Wrapping his lips around your nipple, his tongue flicking against the sensitive skin until your it’s erect, and making you grip on the table currently pressed to your back side.
It feels too good, his mouth always does. taking passion in speaking with his mouth and tongue against your skin, the grunts and groans against you as he worships every part of your body, your being, writes a pledge of desire and so much more with the tip of his tongue. You love it.
But when you look down at him, take in the moment—and no thanks to your body buzzing off of more than liquid lust—the trail of clothes that litter the room you have currently found yourself in, your shoes scattered about, his shirt, and now your bodice that he pulled to the floor; you can’t stop the laugh that slips from your lips.
Anthony’s eyes open as he looks up at you through his lashes, your nipple still in between his lips. When he pulls off there's an obscene wet noise and his lips look swollen and red. His eyebrow is raised in inquiry, and it just makes you chuckle deeper.
“What's so funny?” His tone still holds that lust fueled edge that makes you delirious, but his mouth pulls into a sly smirk and he presses a kiss to your lips silencing you for mere seconds.
“I knew this was your favorite gown of mine, my Lord.” Your fingers find the back of his neck, letting them slip into the hair that lies at the base of his there. “I never imagined it to be that irresistible to have you rip it as if you were an animal.” You tease, “If only I had been made aware of your beastly desire before this, I would have worn something old.” Your chest bounces with how deep your laughs turn the more Anthony’s smirk switches from playfully annoyed to devilish.
“It is not the fabric I care about, my dear wife.” He presses another kiss to your lips, silencing you. “I wish to see what’s under it, to taste what's under it.” His breath is hot against your lips as he speaks, as he makes his intentions clear. The playful smile still etched on your features, there's more teasing on your tongue, more laughs and chuckles that are threatening to come out.
Anthony seeing as much, his hand coming up to hold your chin in his forefinger and thumb, “does the Viscountess find my desire funny?” He questions, “does she not know how hard it was to keep my eyes on her tonight. To see her sway around that ballroom looking delectable, all the other gentleman in attendances eyes on her as she did so. Their thoughts just as indecent as mine.” His smile is gone, his tone dark, eyes blown out with a dark lust that you should be frightened to look into. It only making your knees weak, that burning in your lower belly turning into something scorching and desperate.
You open your mouth to speak, there is a shake of your head that you want to give but Anthony's fingers stop you. The press of his lips to yours, your cheek, the skin under your ear, making the efforts moot. “Is my desire not matched?” His breath on the shell of your ear makes your skin burn hot, shiver all over. “If I reached my hand under your skirts would I find your cunt slick and wet for me?” The tip of his nose runs along the column of your neck, the palm of the hand that once rested at your breast now skating along your remaining cloths and coming between your thighs. Slowly dragging his pointer finger along your wet folds. “Mmm,” Anthony hums, you can feel his smirk against your collar bone. “You’re completely soaked, throbbing against me,” the sharp intake of breath from feeling his finger press against your clit makes any other sound, plea, statement die inside of your throat.
“And yet you tease me so,” the pad of his finger rubs slow circles against your clit; your nails digging into the muscles of his arms, your lips parted as moans flee out, lashes fluttering. “What an ungrateful wife you are.” He kisses the bottom of your lip, the ability for you to form a coherent thought quickly succumbing to the pleasures of his hand; the way his finger rubs and circles your clit. His other fingers teasing your entrance, giving you the tiniest taste of the feeling of being filled, full of him—no where near comparable to the part of him you’re now wishing for as the lust and euphoric pleasure completely takes you over mind body and soul. No, the fullness you want can only come from Anthony’s cock, the thick, throbbing appendage you can feel at your hip, that can make you come harder than any woman should dare to imagine possible.
“Not so cruel now are you?”
I know I already posted about him, but he literally looks like an angel, a very beautiful angel.
So here are some more pictures of Tom Keifer
…this man reminds me why I’m gayyyy…