#anthony

[mymindimpaired]

Madoka + Anthony

[auroracalisto]

anthony bridgerton x gn!reader, 467 words summary: short fic between anthony and a poor reader using the line: "i beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow." from this sentence starter set. a/n: could be a set up for a multi-part fic if people are interested. >:)

The moon lay high in the sky, shining through the curtains of your bedroom. Your body lay tangled with Anthony's strong limbs, his arms carefully wrapped around your warmed body.

Every moment of his presence was like a step closer to heaven. Just being near him was just as fulfilling as actually being with him.

And as you feel him stir from his spot, slowly sitting up, you feel your heart drop to your stomach.

"Anthony?" you softly said.

"I need to go," he simply replied. He stood from his spot in your bed, grabbing his shirt that had been haphazardly thrown onto the ground.

"Wait," you quickly said, sitting up. The sheets pool around your hips. "Anthony, don't—"

"—I need to get back before morning, darling," he softly said. "You know this."

Eyebrows furrowed, your lips part as you tried to find something more to say. You hated this moment of the night, even though you knew it came. Every. Single. Time.

"I beg you," you softly said. "I beg you to stay, just 'til tomorrow."

He looked back at you as he finished buttoning up his shirt, grabbing his trousers from the end of the bed and pulling them on rather quickly.

"Y/n, you know I can't do that," he said. "As much as I wish I could."

He crossed the threshold to be beside of you, taking your chin in between his thumb and forefinger. He pressed a kiss to your forehead.

"I do wish I could. But it's not going to happen. Not today."

You sit there, a soft frown on your lips. This was how it always went. You would beg him to stay, but he would leave, knowing that the scandal that would haunt his family would be nothing but disastrous. Despite that, you still wished for him. His comfort.

"When will I see you again?" you asked.

He weakly smiled. "Soon. I promise."

"Truly?"

He blinked slowly. "Y/n..."

You looked away from him, a soft frown on your lips. "I wish you would just—just stay. We could be so happy, you and I."

"I do not think you would be happy with me, Y/n."

Your gaze immediately fell to his. "I beg your pardon?"

"This is not—I am not having this conversation. Not today. I must go." He cupped your face in between his hands and pressed a soft kiss to your lips. "Until next time."

You deflated as you watched him leave.

"Yes," you softly whispered. "Until next time."

How cruel was the world to grant you the love of a lifetime only to pull it out from under you—for he was nobility, and you were... well, you.

The love you shared would be nothing more than frivolity in the sanctity of your bedroom.

[greetings-inferiors]

[yourmomsawh0r3]

Bridgerton Game Night

Anthony bridgerton x female wife reader

The Bridgerton estate was alive with the warmth of family gathered for their cherished game night. The drawing room glowed softly with candlelight, casting a cozy ambiance over the siblings and their spouses as they settled in for an evening of spirited competition.

Anthony Bridgerton, usually the epitome of poise and control, found himself at the center of playful teasing due to his enthusiastic yet often inaccurate answers during charades and trivia. He approached each game with a competitive fervor that sometimes led to comically exaggerated gestures or hasty guesses.

As the evening began with a round of charades, Anthony eagerly took to the challenge of acting out "The Three Musketeers." With exaggerated flourishes and dramatic flair, he tried to convey the essence of the classic tale, only to elicit peals of laughter from his siblings and their spouses.

Y/N, Anthony's devoted wife, watched with a fond smile, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and adoration for her husband's playful nature. She leaned in close as Anthony continued his theatrics, whispering teasingly in his ear, "Perhaps fewer theatrics and more direct clues next time, my love."

Anthony shot her a mock glare, though there was a glint of amusement in his eyes. He turned back to his siblings, who were now gently ribbing him for his enthusiastic but occasionally misguided efforts. "Anthony, you're supposed to act out the title, not perform the entire novel!" Benedict quipped, earning laughter from Eloise and Colin.

Y/N, always quick to defend her husband's honor, playfully covered Anthony's ears with her hands. "Let's not tease poor Anthony while he's trying his best," she said with a playful smile. "We can discuss his performance later, when he's not in the room."

She winked mischievously at the others, knowing full well that Anthony could hear every word. Anthony grinned in response, his amusement evident. "I heard that," he interjected playfully, his eyes meeting Y/N's with affectionate understanding.

The room erupted into laughter again, the teasing taking on a loving and lighthearted tone that only siblings who truly cherished each other could appreciate. Y/N leaned closer to Anthony, her hand resting gently on his shoulder as she leaned in to whisper, "They tease because they adore you, my dear."

Anthony nodded, a warm smile spreading across his face as he wrapped his arm around Y/N's waist, pulling her close. "And I adore every moment of it," he replied sincerely, his gaze sweeping over his siblings with a mixture of pride and affection.

As the night progressed, the Bridgerton family continued their games, each round bringing more laughter, camaraderie, and friendly competition. Anthony and Y/N's playful banter and the siblings' teasing became cherished memories that they would fondly recount in the years to come, evidence of a family bound together not only by blood but by deep love, laughter, and a shared appreciation for the joy of being together.

[greentea-and-cookies]

They're both losers, baby🎶💕

Yeah, I know they're not in the blue lighting but I think it looks pretty like this too

And yeah! I know angel was the one offering his hand in that scene but, when I noticed, the line art was already done and I really didn't want to redo their hands(⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠)

[anthonyreckercakes]

Anthony Recker Super Butt, big booty baseball boy.

FULL ALBUM: https://photos.app.goo.gl/y86zXfNqPXdbfoDh6

[theodorenottwhore]

18+

spider’s only priority was to make you cum. His nose was pressed against your puffy clit, tongue buried deep inside your hole. It didn’t matter that Anthony was in the room with you both, stroking his cock to the sound of your pretty moans.

your pleasure was his pleasure.

And nothing got him off more than watching your body contort in complete ecstasy as he firmly kept your legs in place, nails digging into your thighs.

You were soaked and the slurping sounds echoing around the room only confirmed that.

Let’s just say he had no problem getting it up whilst you and his best friend were in the room.

[dreamerwitches]

More witches and familiars from Kotodaman

[soloragoldsun]

So, this "Angel Cooking Italian Food" brainworm won't leave me and now I'm picturing him becoming a freaking whirlwind in the kitchen, especially when he's stressed or has something to rant about. I'm talking stirring sauce with one hand, making meatballs with two hands, and gesturing wildly with another while switching between English and Italian and cussing out whoever pissed him off that day.

Everyone quickly learns to vacate the kitchen while this is going on. Except Husk. He just sits at a nearby table, makes sure the glass Angel's drinking from doesn't get empty, and watches his tornado of a boyfriend with big ole heart eyes.

[velvetydream]

꒰ :🥀 [ Just for a minute ] ”♡ᵎ꒱ˀˀ ↷ ⋯

Summary : Angel came back rather late again like always, or rather early. You decide to join him in his room with anything he needs as comfor tand maybe you end up risking your soul for the one you love.

Pairing : Angel Dust x Reader

Word count : 1549 Words

Genre : Comfort, Soft, Angst

Warnings ➵ Mentioning of Angels workplace and job,

deal with Alastor

a/n : Even if this is a comfort fic, please be aware that it mentions heavy themes, so if you do not feel in the right mind, go back and read smth else please, take care everyone!♡

If you need any help or someone to talk to, here is a site to help search for helplines in your country♡ -> HELPLINES

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It was early in the morning when Angel came back from working the whole night, body exhausted and sore. No one even awake yet, all of the others getting the rest, he wished to have. Fat nuggets already slumbering on his pillow, as Angel finally laid down ready to sleep his worries away.

Now it was hours later, the hotel echoing with voices and laughter. Alastor was getting on Vaggie and Husk's nerves, Niffty was off like the little maniac she is hunting down roaches, while you and Charlie enjoyed a quiet talk over some tea. Just slowly you noticed, that you hadn't seen Angel at all this day, it was almost noon which was unusual even for him. "Sorry to interrupt you Charls, but did you see Angel at all today?" Taking a look around, now it also doomed on Charlie that Angel was nowhere to be seen. Shaking her head now, you bid your goodbye to Charlie for now, mentioning how you would be going to check on Angel.

The white spider surely had a special place in your heart already now, so you were really worried, especially knowing he had to work last night.

Walking up the stairs and to Angel's room, the pink LED heart with spidery lines around it shone softly on your face, inside the heart were four pictures he had hung up together. One was of his pet pig Fat Nuggets, one was with Charlie hugging him, him with Niffty and Husk, the last one was of you and Angel, your arms laying comfortable around his neck, as you press a soft kiss on his cheek, written under the picture was > My love <.

Angel and you were not yet official, but almost everyone in this hotel could see that your affection and love for each other was beyond that of just friends.

Raising your hand now, you softly knock on the door, it takes a few seconds, but you can hear Angel's muffled voice invite you inside. In the room, your heart was breaking. He layed on his bed all curled together, Fat nuggets in his arm, the blanket pulled up to his chin. The room was chaotic, probably not really having had the chance to clean up yet.

"Oh sweets, it's you.." Angel looked over his shoulder, before sitting up as he noticed it was you standing in her room. His face looked tired, yet he still tried to smile. It hurt you to see him like this and you swore you would do anything you could to get him out of his contract. "Oh baby, you don't have to smile, I know you're not okay, so come here.." Walking over to him, your hand softly glides over his head now as you pull him into a hug. It took him a second to realize what was happening, before he laid his arms around you, letting out an exhausted sigh. "I'm sorry.. Last night was.. rough.." Resting his head against your stomach, as his arms hold your waist softly. You assumed it was, he looked more tired than usual.

"Let's lay down hm? Do you want to tell me about it?" Guiding him, you lay down on his bed, slightly propped up against the headrest, as you pull Angel to rest on your chest. Slowly feeling his body starting to relax against yours. "I'd rather not talk about it right now.. Let's just cuddle a bit.." Angel already closed his eyes, as your hand runs up and down his back, noticing a soft smile on his face from the caressing of your hands. It warms your heart to know that Angel felt this safe and comfortable with you. Pressing a kiss to his head now, making him look up at you with a smile. "With what did I deserve that?" Smiling back at him, your hand resting on his cheek now, your thumb running up and down. "Just wanted to show how much I love you.." Angel's eyes grow wide as your lips softly press a kiss to his forehead next. You two never voiced anything about loving one another, so this was making his heart jump and happy.

"I love you too.." Hiding his face in the crook of your neck now, you could feel some wetness on your shoulder, but you don't mention, that he deserves to be able to cry to his heart's content. You were going to be here through it all, holding Angel in your arms, making sure he knew that he was safe with you.

After napping together, you hand Angel off to Charlie and Vaggie, making sure they will take care of him now and make sure he eats a good warm, and hearty meal, exusing yourself with the excuse that you have something to attend to.

Standing in front of a certain red-haired deer demon's room now. Knocking and entering as you were called inside. "Greetings my dear! What can I help you with?" The cheerful voice of Alastor boomed through the room, as he came over to you, towering over you with his height. "I want to make a deal." Ears immediately turning to you, his smirk grew wider. You knew this was probably the worst idea ever, but you would do anything and everything for Angel. "Splendid! What is your proposal darling? Do tell me!" Alastor was always keen on making deals with people, especially if it would perhaps end in him having another soul. "I want you to help me get Angel out of his contract with Valentino. Tell me what you want in return and you will get it."

His eyes were watching you the whole time, acting as if he was thinking of what he wanted, despite knowing exactly what he would ask for such a big favor. "Well my dear, that is quite a big favor to ask for! So.. Your soul bound to me, for in return I will free your darling little Angel of his chains!" Holding out his hand now, green shining from it, as his smirk got bigger and his eyes turned to dials. Hesitating for a second, but in the end, you shake his hand with determination. Chains manifesting themselves around your neck, the end in his hand now, as he looks at them smirking before they disappear again. "Great to make a deal with you sweetheart! Well then, on to me fulfilling my side of the deal!" Before you knew it, he was gone inside his shadow, you had no idea what he was going to do, but you do trust him.

Your back hits the door now as the realization sinks in, your soul is now in his hands, but if that meant Angel would be free from Valentino, you would do it again in a heartbeat anytime.

While waiting for Alastor, you decided to look for the others for now, finding them all in the foyer to have a little game. Joining them, Husk's eyes immediately fell upon you, noticing something was up, but he didn't dare ask in front of everyone else right now. The game Charlie came up with went on for quite a while, a certain radio demon striding into the foyer and over to you with a smirk. Presented to you now was a gold scroll, you look up to Alastor as he nods - Angels contract. Everyone's eyes were on you, especially Angel's wide ones, as you took the scroll into your hands.

Quickly you were pulled up and after Angel, to his room. "What does this mean? What did you do?!" His eyes were staring at the scroll, as you slowly unrolled it in front of him. On it was his signature, which was all he had to see. Looking him in the eyes, you tear up the paper in front of him, before letting it glide to the floor. "You're free Anthony.." He dropped to his knees upon hearing his name fall from your lips, tears already streaming down his face, he was free? Free from Valentino and that damned studio? His hands desperately reaching out to you, as you sink to your knees in front of him, letting him pull you into a hug. "How? Why..?" He couldn't get his head around how or why you did it, in the deepest part of him he knew, but he needed to hear you say it. "How? Well, let's say I'm on the leash of a certain demon in this hotel now and why? Because I love you, you deserve to be happy and free." Sobbing now echoed in the room, as you just held him through all those emotions he was feeling right now.

"I'm sorry.." Apologizing to you, he looks up, his eyes red and teary. You smile at him, telling him he had nothing to be sorry about and that it was your own will to give your soul for his. While Alastor might be just as bad, if not even worse, than Valentino, as long as you listen to him, you will be just fine. "I love you okay? I never want to see you like this ever again, okay?" Nodding now, he leans down and catches your lips in a soft kiss. The first one of many to follow.

[aphrmoosun]

ANTHONY DEFENDIG PENELOPE'S HONOUR OMFG BOOK ANTHONY IS COMING ON PART 2 AND I'M SO READY FOR IT!!! 🥹

[celestial-artisan]

Angel: I love ya. Husk: How many people have you said that to? Angel: Everyone. Husk: What? Anthony: I told everyone that I love ya.

[auroracalisto]

day #7: candy canes

anthony bridgerton x gn!reader, 542 words a/n: hope you like candy canes cuz you love them in this pookies

The holiday season always kept Anthony rather... on edge. Always something to do, something to plan, something to buy. It was as if he could never get away from it, no matter how hard he tried.

But one thing that always remained the same were the sweets that his mother would buy from the Christmas market in preparation for the holiday. She would do it herself—no servants could pick out the candy she wanted (and she had learned that long ago).

Chocolates of all kinds, some with raspberry creams and some with orange rinds that made such a delicious crunch when you bit into them. Butter mints that were so soft and delicate and were kept in a small, glass dish.

Anthony's favorites that his mother always bought were the candy canes.

She would buy just enough to keep many in stock for just a few days (the curse of having such a large family). Of course, she would go back out and buy more as she had the money to do so, but she did try to buy in bulk. It was the only way, really.

But now that Anthony was married and had his spouse in the same household as his mother and siblings, he noticed that they had gone missing far sooner than he had anticipated. In fact, he had been meaning to grab a candy cane for himself when he noticed they were all gone.

He set out on a mission to figure out what exactly had happened.

All fingers pointed to his spouse—to you, his most favored of all people.

Perhaps not right now.

"You've truly gone and had them all?" he asked.

If you weren't sure before, you knew now—he was judging you, and rather harshly.

"I don't know what you're talking about," you said, hiding one of the pieces of candy behind your back—not very inconspicuously, it seemed.

Anthony breathed through his nose, fighting the urge to roll his eyes.

"You have it. I see it there."

"You are being silly, Anthony," you said, sitting on the edge of your shared bed. "I have nothing." You kept your hand behind your back, not wanting him to take it.

Anthony narrowed his eyes. "Oh. So what is in your hand, lover?"

"Nothing is in my hand."

"And you lie," he snorted. "Show me."

"Absolutely not. Mind your business."

At that, he walked forward, taking your jaw between his thumb and forefinger. He glanced at your back and saw it—the last candy cane.

"You fiend," he scoffed, reaching forward to take it.

You let him, not wanting to put much effort into it. You had already had four just that day.

"I am no fiend," you said.

"What number would this make?"

"Hm?"

"Candy canes, love. How many candy canes would this have made?"

You pursed your lips, glancing at his hand.

He narrowed his eyes at you and let go. "You are a right mess," he chided, but the scolding nature isn't serious.

"Will we get more?" you tentatively asked.

He rolled his eyes. "Of course we will," he said. "Although I may send you with my mother to get them. Then you can tell her you've ate most of them."

[jovenshires]

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