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Marshall Neeko - Various Artists - Swing Easy Riddim / General Penitentiary Riddim
Marshall Neeko opening up 2023 with already two riddim albums with various artists. This time reworking Swing Easy riddim and General Penitentiary riddim bringing back that late 90’s sound.
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#2023#Anthony B#BANDCAMP#dUb#FREE#General Penitentiary Riddim#marshall neeko#Mykal Roze#REGGAE#remix#Richie Stephens#SIZZLA#Swing Easy Riddim#yami bolo
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King Lagazee announces 1st Edition of Jamaica x Ghana Link Up Festival for November 30th, headlined by Wendy Shay, Epixode, Ras Kuuku, Dillgin, Boss Champs, and MORE!
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King Lagazee announces 1st Edition of Jamaica x Ghana Link Up Festival for November 30th, headlined by Wendy Shay, Epixode, Ras Kuuku, Dillgin, Boss Champs, and MORE!
Come November 30th, 2024, all roads lead to Untamed Empire, off the Spintex Road, Adjacent Action Chapel, for this historic event hosted by King Lagazee!
Wendy Shay, Epixode, Ras Kuuku, Konkarah Jahvybz, Osagyefo, Aklerh will be headlining the gig for the Ghana side while Dillgin and Boss Champs will be defending the Jamaican side of the business for this maiden edition of the ‘Jamaica x Ghana LINK UP’ Festival.
This initiative is powered by Lagazee Sound International and Yaad Settingz on Asaase Radio 99.5. Kicking of at 5:00pm on the date, tickets are already out on sale with early bird tickets going for a cool GHC 100 (each).
Buy tickets here: https://ticketmiller.com/event/238-jamaica-x-ghana-link-up-festival
For King Lagazee, defending the Reggae & Dancehall genre over 2 decades and still counting, there’s no better time than now to institutionalize his own concert to celebrate and highlight the ‘twin-genre’. He is very hopeful this maiden edition of the concert will bubble the scene and revitalize the Reggae & Dancehall scene as it used to be.
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“Trust me, this is something I’ve always wanted to do and promote Reggae and Dancehall from home and also infuse some new energy into our talents so they can be proud of a concert that takes care of them in terms of what they represent in music.
I am very hopeful this will yield meaningful results. We are very open to more sponsors to come on board to support us and as well as partners from across different spheres of the music business to make it possible, not just for once but for subsequent editions”, King Lagazee intimated.
King Lagazee holds a very enviable CV in the Reggae & Dancehall terrain, both locally and internationally, as the most decorated award-winning Selector on Radio and Television for the Reggae/Dancehall Fraternity.
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King Lagazee has been at the forefront of the Reggae, Dancehall & Sound System Culture for over 2 decades and he is a well-respected crooner in that field both locally and internationally with his huge catalogue of well-meaning interviews granted Music Heavyweights from Grammys to BET, IRAWMA, Ghana Music Awards winning/nominated Musicians like Rita Marley, Morgan Heritage, Busy Signal, Anthony B, Ninja Man, Rocky Dawuni, Freddie McGregor, Stonebwoy, Shatta Wale, Samini, Charly Black, Etana, just to name a few.
Beenie Words and Events 21 are giving media support and production assistance for the upcoming concert. For sponsorship and/or reservations, kindly contact 0247958915 or 0544035731. For Tickets: https://ticketmiller.com/event/238-jamaica-x-ghana-link-up-festival
#Aklerh#ANTHONY B#Boss Champs#Busy Signal#Charly Black#Dillgin#Epixode#Etana#Freddie McGregor#Jamaica x Ghana Link Up Festival 2024#King Lagazee#Konkarah Jahvybz#Morgan Heritage#Ninja Man#Osagyefo#Ras Kuuku.#Rita Marley#Rocky Dawuni#Samini#Shatta Wale#Stonebwoy#Wendy Shay
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ANTHONY AMMIRATI
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Every girl, when she stumbles upon that story that wrecks her soul, a perfect blend of heart-shattering angst and mind-fucking twists that she didn't even know she needed in her life. The kind of plot that makes her heart ache, her eyes burn from crying so hard, and every word cuts deeper than the last. The kind of writing that has her clutching her chest, gasping for air, her mind spiraling into a dark abyss where she can't even sleep at night because all she can think about is the characters' pain, the suffocating intensity, and the gut-wrenching love they’ll never get to have.
#rafe cameron x reader#eric northman x reader#coriolanus snow x reader#aaron hotchner x reader#jj mayback x reader#hannibal lecter x reader#cillian murphy x reader#x reader#anthony bridgerton x reader#benedict bridgerton x reader#patrick bateman x reader#billy loomis x reader#james potter x reader#remus lupin x reader#anakin skywalker x reader#art donaldson x reader#klaus mikaelson x reader#elijah mikaelson x reader#luke castellan x reader#finnick odair x reader#bucky barnes x reader#jj maybank x reader#john b x reader#mattheo riddle x reader#theodore nott x reader#enzo berkshire x reader#draco malfoy x reader#blaise zabini x reader#sirius black x reader#sneha-posts
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.@RasCeylon & @AnthonyBReggae Uplift & Motivate On "Check Yourself"
Oakland, California-based Recording Artist/Educator/Activist Ras Ceylon continues his mission of providing words of motivation, consciousness, and positivity through his various musical releases. He is regarded as the first Sri Lankan Hip Hop Artist to release an album, and for over 20 years has united the people from all walks of life with his content. The journey continues for him with the…
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#13thstreetpromo#13thstreetpromotions#AfroTrap#Anthony B#blog#California#Check Yourself#DJ Dixon#hip hop#hip hop music#jamaica#jamaican#Motivation#music#Oakland#Ras Ceylon#reggae#reggae music#riddim#Upliftment#wordpress
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Sleeping biker, Moldavia
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Anthony & Benedict Bridgerton [4/?] | Bridgerton 3x05
#i like. literally stopped watching the ep when i saw this just to gif this. SO#THIS IS HOW MUCH I LOVE THEM#bridgerton#bridgertonedit#tvedit#jonathanbaileyedit#jbaileyedit#jonathanbailey#lukethompsonedit#bridgertonblr#anthonybridgertonedit#benedictbridgertonedit#dailybridgerton#dailypallmall#perioddramasource#bridgertonlads#anthony bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#luke thompson#jonathan bailey#ughmerlin#tuserlana#userbecca#userteresa#userzil#userbennet#userveronika#userclara#userakrivi#a&b gifs
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Though he’d promised Aziraphale his attention, his head was turned towards a screen on his right, and the angle of his camera suggested the phone was tucked at the base of his keyboard and monitor. Aziraphale was actually grateful for it; Crowley’s momentary distractedness gave him the time to recover from the sight of him dressed up so professionally. “I, er— yes. I need your help though.” Crowley turned to him suddenly, leaning in close and grinning like a shared secret. Big Name Feelings • 3. Speeding Up
i am so at peace. 5 hrs totally zenned out on these colours. i'm gonna see his face in my dreams 🥰
#good omens#gomens#crowley#this was just. so relaxing. 🥰#yet another 'is this gonna be quick? flat colours or b&w maybe?'#but once i started the eyes i was like oh yeah baby let's settle in for a long night#thank u once again to my lovely lil discord server for company while i screenshared the lineart!!#anthony j crowley#good omens human au#good omens fic recs#rat writes#rat draws
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Anthony B - Chill Out | Cali Roots Riddim 2020 | Produced by Collie Budd...
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Benedict s2: If the queen, in fact names Eloise the diamond, whom you will you marry then, Brother?
Benedict s3: Are tou going to duel with your own brother?
BENEDICT GIVE YOUR BROTHER A SECOND PLS 😭
#anthony bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#bridgerton season 3#bridgerton#i love Benedict sm 😭#Anthony can't take a sec with him#B is A persistent horror#Benedict has trauma of duels (thanks to Anthony)#so he's gonna be annoying abt it forever#cause that's what brothers do#my silly little brothers#i love them sm
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Konkarah Jahvybz shares 2nd single off “From Afar” Album with Official Video
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Konkarah Jahvybz shares 2nd single off “From Afar” Album with Official Video
With few days to the official release of his new album, Konkarah Jahvybz has released another promo single off the album. This time, he drops the title track of the Album he calls “From Afar”.
“From Afar” is the second release by Konkarah Jahvybz within a week after he dropped the lead banger “One People” featuring Anthony B from Jamaica.
An official video actually came with “From Afar”.
Listen to “One People” ft. Anthony B: https://ditto.fm/one-people-konkarah-jahvybz
Listen to “From Afar” on Digital Stores: https://ditto.fm/from-afar-konkarah-jahvybz
Watch Video Here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GGcnYXgZKDE
Konkarah Jahvybz is a seasoned Ghanaian Reggae/Dancehall Veteran with over 20 years in the game. He got his major shot at mainstream recognition when he got nominated in 2023 for Ghana’s prestigious music awards with his hit song “A Go Dey” which featured Kelvyn Boy.
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Lessons In Roleplay
Lessons Series Masterpost
Pairings: Anthony Bridgerton x fem!reader, Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader (threesome)
Summary: The boys roleplay dastardly highwayman and rescuer.
Warnings: 18+ smut, minors DNI, MMF threesome, d/s dynamics, roleplay, CNC play, gunplay, slightly rough vaginal sex, dirty talk, cuckolding play, mention of breeding, oral sex (f to m), blow job, spitroast, orgasms, aftercare.
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Authors Note: This is a request fill for the amazing @colettebronte, asking for some roleplay in the Lessons universe. How could I say no to that? She chose which role the boys would play. Beta read by the amazing @sorryallonsy. Gif by @captainbucky-yt. The image is not particularly relevant to the story, but they both look delicious. Enjoy! <3
“Do you really think a highwayman might have seen us?” you query, your head resting on Anthony’s chest as he strokes your hair idly. “Yesterday, in the carriage,” you clarify as Benedict lifts his head from your belly and shoots you a querying eyebrow.
You are all lying together, entwined in post-coital bliss, under a large oak on their country estate on a beautiful summer day. The day after your eventful carriage ride here with them.
Anthony’s responding chuckle vibrates under you. “Tis possible, my sweet girl,” he opines lazily, using his other hand to shield his eyes from the sun cutting through the leaves above.
Your thoughtful mien has Benedict pushing up onto his hands and hovering over you, his hazy eyes observing you with a knowing quirk on his lips.
“I think our girl likes that idea,” he intuits, always correct in his ability to read you.
“I would prefer one of you be my robber, not a stranger,” you confess, smiling when they grab one of your hands each.
“If that is what the lady wishes….perhaps such a thing can be arranged,” Benedict opines silkily, lacing your fingers with his. “Can it not, brother?”
“What are you thinking?” Anthony hums, bringing your hand to his face.
“Perhaps the old phaeton in the stable can be put to good use?” Benedict suggests, lowering himself to kiss down your ribs. “I do not see why we could not steal away somewhere within the grounds and make our sweet girl's wish come true. One of us can play the dastardly highwayman lurking by the roadside as she rides by…” he trails off, getting distracted by the softness of your skin, dropping kisses onto your belly now.
“...And one of you could play my rescuer who draws up upon horseback?” you supply, a little breathless at the images already tumbling through your mind as their lips trace over your skin.
They both chuckle at that, Anthony dropping a kiss on your forehead and Benedict onto your hipbone.
“I am more than certain that could be arranged,” Anthony confirms, an admiring twinkle in his eye as you twist to look up at him. “This evening, in fact…”
“But which would you be, my lord?”
“What do you want of me, my girl? Do you want me to be the gallant hero?” he questions, his fingers tracing your cupid’s bow before sliding between your lips; his fingers still tart with your arousal as he presses upon your tongue. “Or the man who will hold you up? Whose demands you will need to submit to? To plead to spare your life?”
“The latter,” your reply muffled around his questing fingers, a frisson low in your belly that he may fuck you by the roadside in the dead of night.
“Then I shall ride in to rescue you,” Benedict affirms, his fingers flexing between yours as you now look down at him, his chin resting low upon your stomach.
“But not too soon…” you appeal with a wink, “and I think my rescuer should help me with my pleasure too, no?”
They both laugh knowingly at that.
“Your wish is my command….” Benedict offers, nudging this nose into your belly, which now fizzes with excitement about the night ahead.
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You dress in a delicate cerulean blue silk gown that clings like liquid satin to your bare skin, foregoing any underwear, as is so often your preference when playing with your boys. Your outfit is topped off with sparkling sapphires and diamonds draped around your neck and wrists, no doubt priceless heirlooms from the vault Anthony holds on the property.
The hallway clock softly chimes midnight just as you steal out of the servant's entrance, meeting Benedict in the courtyard by the stables, already standing ready with a horse and a small, buggy-type carriage.
“You look beautiful,” he remarks, flattery just falling from him as ever. “I assume you know how to steer a phaeton?” he checks as you draw up to him, the moonlight throwing his face into handsome relief.
You nod, and he moves aside to assist you in climbing into the simple open-top carriage with an exchange of smiles.
“You remember where to go, correct?” His voice is soft as he hands you the reins.
“Down past the lake, take the left fork, follow the hedgerow until the thicket of trees,” you parrot the agreed directions from earlier. You can only assume Anthony is already lying in wait for you there.
Benedict nods, and then his demeanour changes, leaning in, a hand curling around your neck.
“Be careful out there, my sweet. Highwaymen may lurk,” he warns, slipping effortlessly into his heroic character.
“Perhaps a kiss for good luck upon my journey…. ?” you coquette, enjoying the way his pupils dilate.
He sweeps you into an all-consuming kiss that makes your heart pound and your body tingle, his tongue warm and insistent over yours.
“Good luck, my fair lady,” he exhales as you part, taking a step back to bow with a flourish.
You giggle and shake the reins to take off, elated your evening adventure has begun.
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It is less than five minutes later when you arrive at a copse of trees, the bright new moon illuminating the fields around you as you slip under the shadows of the mighty oaks on either side of the track.
“STAND AND DELIVER!!”
A loud, clear voice rings out as you slow your horse to a stop, belly aflutter with anticipation. Emerging from behind a tree is a tall figure dressed in a black shirt and trousers, and as he draws nearer, you see a familiar, handsome face disguised behind a simple black mask.
Anthony.
You gasp as his leather-gloved hand draws a gun from his waistband and points it at you, blood running hot at his complete commitment to the roleplay.
“I have nothing to offer you, thief!”
Your protest is exaggerated but triumphant as his gaze falls to your decolletage, swelling with each exaggerated breath, your neckline scooped intentionally low.
“Get down at once, and perhaps I will spare your life, for I know you lie,” he counters, “those jewels around your neck, I wager, are worth more than my entire house….”
In your eagerness, you stumble slightly as you climb down from the carriage, and strong hands grasp your waist and right your stance on the ground.
“Unhand me, ruffian!”
Your theatrics are met with a flicker of tacit approval across his face.
“Not until those jewels are mine, fair lady!” highwayman Anthony contends, a predatory smile that has his teeth glowing in the low light, his firm grip upon you flexing.
“Please… I'm sure you are a reasonable man,” you change tack, still heaving breaths. “I simply cannot give you these jewels. They are too precious to me. They are a gift from my love.”
Framed by the mask, his dark eyes flash possessively, and there is a slip of softness in his expression as you say such words, knowing the truth behind them.
But then his tongue pokes out, licking his incisor almost menacingly. One of his hands bands behind your back, yanking you flush against his firm body.
“Do you really think you are in any position to negotiate, my fair lady?” he withers.
Your heart quickens as he places the cold barrel of the gun to your temple.
“It is not loaded,” he whispers, a warmth behind your ribs as he breaks character for a split second of reassurance before his expression is back to flinty.
“Please….” you implore.
He ignores you, crowding you backwards into the side of the carriage, the shiny lacquered wood of the wheel spokes digging into your spine. Once trapped, the hand around your waist moves to grasp your necklace, his leather glove cold on your breastbone.
“Take this off, or I will,” he orders; it’s a resonant threat that vibrates right into your body.
“Then you shall have to, for I will not!” you spit out, struggling against him for good measure, wanting nothing more than for him to rip the jewels from your body. And then your dress.
Just as promised, he is a little rough as he manhandles you, spinning you around so your breasts are pressed into the side of the phaeton, the unmistakable heat of his arousal on your tailbone as he leans into you.
He yanks off his gloves with his teeth and brushes your hair aside, unclasping the necklace and slowly tugging one end so it falls off behind you. A frisson runs the length of your spine as his bare fingers trail down slowly over both of your arms to your wrists and flick open the hinges on the bangles there, removing them too.
“These jewels are beautiful, my lady,” he concedes, pocketing them, “but I demand more…”
“Please, brute, you have taken all I can give you!”
“Oh, but that is not true…” he rumbles hotly into the nape of your neck.
You gasp as a hand cups between your legs through your thin dress.
“Your greatest treasure is the only one I cannot take with me….”
He ruts himself into you, intent unmistakable, as his fingers curl into the fabric. The softness of the silk over your already throbbing clit has you biting your lip.
“No, please, let me go…”
You amp up your performance, pushing back into him, looking over your shoulder with a fiery challenge that belies your words.
“I demand satisfaction!”
With that, he kicks your feet apart, rucking up your dress until you feel the cool night air swirling around your buttocks and between your legs. Then there is a pause as his hand travels up your naked flesh, a hungry noise escaping his lips as he buries his nose into your hair,
“Perhaps I misjudged…” he rasps, words huffing warm over your scalp. “No stockings. Nor underwear. You are far from a lady….”
“How dare you!”
You struggle again in his grip, loving the way his hold gets more insistent, moaning loudly as his fingers curl into your folds, already leaking profusely from the moment he emerged from the trees.
“Shut up,” he gruffs, dropping the gun into the carriage in front of you. “The more you struggle, the more I will take.”
This play already has you desperate for him, blood boiling with pure want as his fingers tease your clit.
“No, you beast, I shall not give in…”
Your objection sharpens his resolve, the wool of his trousers chafing the back of your thighs as he rapidly yanks open his britches one-handed.
Your cry echoes around the tree canopy as his rigid cock roughly ploughs into your pussy from behind, the force rocking you up onto your tiptoes. The sheer stretching invasion has you grabbing the carriage for leverage, wanting to voice your approval but too committed to the role you inhabit to allow yourself.
“Please, mister, no!”
You twist to meet his eye, silently begging for him to go fast and hard, take you mercilessly as you pretend this is not every wish you had for this night. Loving the feel of his fingertips curling around the crest of your hips, readying to take you hard.
And then he does—pulling out almost entirely, then ploughing back into you harshly. Immediately setting a nearly punishing rhythm, the dirt beneath your silk shoes crunching under your foot as you rock with his motions, you calling out loudly with each jolt.
“Quiet, or I will spank you,” he warns, his face wild, even obscured behind his mask.
That’s an open invitation you are not going to refuse.
“Stop!” you yell, goadingly.
There is a stinging slap across your buttock that has you lurching, your head lolling down, a huge, unseen smile claiming your lips, little sparks of fire radiating from the point of contact, a beeline right for your clit.
“No more!” you pant, staring at the ground and rocking back into his snapped thrusts, wrenching a moan from you with every move, his cock a delicious heavy weight cleaving you open, as it always is. You could never tire of this feeling, when he takes you so hard you can only cling on for dear life.
“All I heard is more, fair lady,” he laughs darkly and spanks again, your other cheek this time, a matching handprint you feel glowing.
You pitch forward and teeth the carriage as he fucks you. His moves are harsh, grunting with each thrust. You bite down, knowing the dental imprint you leave will be a great source of pride for him, a lasting memento of just how untamed he can make you.
“Tell me you want this!” He demands, grabbing your throat and yanking you backwards, your spine flush to his front, speared deep onto his cock as he stills.
“Never!”
His hand spanks you again so forcefully your eyes roll back. He withdraws slowly, then thrusts up so deep your toes leave the ground, him supporting all of your weight. It’s always so wonderful to feel like a rag doll in his arms when he is like this, speared open, utterly malleable to his onslaught.
Suddenly, movement catches the corner of your vision, and you look askance to see Benedict approaching, shirt billowing in the wind as he rides his galloping horse majestically across the moonlit field toward you. His horse whinnies as he dismounts in an athletic leap, bounding towards you.
“UNHAND HER AT ONCE!”
His voice is a bellow the likes of which you have never heard from his before. It makes you clench reflexively around his brother’s cock, and you wonder how much jealousy is behind the following line that Anthony sneers.
“It appears you have a rescuer, my lady. How entertaining. Who is he?” Anthony demands, spinning you around to face Benedict while still buried inside you.
“My husband,” you improvise provocatively, pushing back into Anthony.
It’s not something you had discussed with them for the roleplay, merely that Benedict would be your rescuer. But the look of unbridled desire that engulfs his face as you bestow him as such for this scene makes your lungs catch, his whole body puffing out with pride.
“Get. Your. Hands. Off. My. Wife.”
Each word is its own sentence, his voice dripping with possession and intent, inhabiting outrage so perfectly.
“Too late,” Anthony snarls back. “I am already inside her, and she is thoroughly enjoying it. Her smart mouth may protest, but she is positively flooding over me.”
That triumphant verbal swipe makes you stutter. Evidently, Anthony has been taking notes from his poetic, dirty-talking younger brother, who stands before you now, a quake in his being that could be a husband’s rage, but you know to be pent-up desire—his gaze trained on your exposed lower half.
“Wrong…” Benedict growls, taking a large step forward, pressing into your front so you are sandwiched between them. Your very favourite place to be. “She may be drenched, but you are not the cause, merely the beneficiary.”
Benedict’s sizeable right hand curls into the hair at the nape of your neck as he stakes his claim on you with his words and deeds: drawing you into a plundering kiss, the outline of his cock growing harder, pressing hot into your belly, before he breaks away to continue speaking.
“She is my obedient little one,” he proclaims, cupping your jaw to make you stare up at him, even as Anthony’s cock rocks deeper into your pussy, challenging his claim. “As soon as she so much as scents me in her periphery, she is dripping down to her dainty ankles. And that is why she is mine. My wife.”
Benedict’s resonant cadence vibrates your chest and has you swaying, desperate for him as well. You feel Anthony twist a fraction to grab something from the carriage behind him, still rock hard inside you.
“Do you forget, Sir, who has the true weapon here? Anthony challenges.
The cold barrel of the gun is pressed to your temple again.
You mouth the words not loaded to Benedict, and he responds in kind, I know, before stepping back and holding his hands up in faux capitulation.
“Please,” Benedict changes tack, “take our jewels, but please do not harm my wife…”
You are enthralled by this—the planning they must have done together to execute this and how effortlessly they both inhabit their characters. A collaboration that speaks to their growing acceptance of each other as equals in this dynamic. Even though you can see the lines blurring as they goad each other within the roleplay, spectres of their past power dynamic, where Anthony would taunt Benedict with you, setting rules that always gave him the upper hand.
“I have already ruined her,” Anthony smirks, thrusting once for good measure and making you moan before stilling again. “But I shall offer you a deal…”
“Anything…” Benedict pleads, utterly convincing now as the distressed, cuckolded husband.
“You may watch me fuck her, plant my seed in her, and I will be happy to leave empty-handed.”
“Or…?” Benedict prompts, sensing an alternative.
“You may join me in taking her. I will not seed her, but I will depart with every single one of your jewels,” Anthony declares, nodding to Benedict’s ring on his little finger.
“Wife…. I shall let you choose.” Benedict's eyes scoot to you, still embodying his role, but his gaze pleading to let him in on the fun.
Silently, you hold out your hand to him, inviting him in. He takes it, bringing it to his lips and kissing your knuckles briefly in reassurance.
“You have a deal, highwayman,” Benedict concedes to Anthony, pointedly removing his signet ring and handing it over your shoulder.
Anthony pulls out of you, making you whine at the loss, a droplet of wetness trickling down your thigh as he spins you around to face him.
“I think your wife should be naked, would you not agree?” Anthony posits, his fingers trailing your scooped neckline to the swell of your breast as he gives an order: “Undress her for me.”
Wordlessly, you feel Benedict plucking at the buttons over your spine. As they relent, he moves to tug the slackened fabric down off your torso, and the blue silk flutters to the ground, a shiver running over your skin as a cool breeze swirls around your naked body.
Anthony sucks in a breath, taking a half-step back, his eyes raking covetously over your naked skin.
“You permit your wife to parade in public without any undergarments?” he chides, his tone dripping with judgment.
“Permit her?” Benedict chuckles, bemused.
You inhale sharply as he wraps an arm around you, hauling you snugly backwards into his frame, his long fingers then spidering down your lower belly, right into your damp slit.
“I veritably insist upon it,” he gloats. “And she is more than keen…”
His teeth catch your earlobe as you whimper and writhe on his touch, little sparks of pleasure pinging around your body.
“Always so ready for me, are you not, my darling wife?”
You twist to meet his gaze as you nod obediently, and he rewards you with a crooked smile and a light pinch to your engorged clit that makes you cry out for him, punctuating his point. You yearn for him to take you roughly, needing this husband version he plays so well to claim you as his.
“You are a lucky man, betrothed to such an eager little vixen,” Anthony concedes, staring you down, provocatively wiping his lip with his thumb, hunger barely contained as he watches you ride his brother's fingers. “Perhaps she can lick clean the mess she made of me while you take your pleasure?” he adds casually.
“I will do it,” you volunteer brightly, almost preemptively, and far too enthusiastically for being held ‘hostage’.
“Come now, sweet girl, at least try to act as if you are mildly perturbed by our predicament…” Benedict deadpans genially, his fingers stilling as he breaks character, and Anthony chuckles, looking equally entertained by your outburst.
“Sorry…” you whisper over a giggle, and it earns you a quick kiss on the cheek from both of them, their eyes glittering with amusement. “Please continue…”
Benedict slides his fingers out from between your legs, you whining from the loss. But you soon quieten as you realise he is unbuttoning his trousers, knuckles brushing your bottom as he peels them open just enough to free himself, veritably pulsing for the promise of his cock too.
“Bend over and suckle him, wife,” he orders, back in his role, knowing how much you adore detailed filthy instruction from him.
“Yes, husband,” you demure, lowering yourself as requested, widening your stance as you do so—a blatant invitation for him to take you.
“What an excellent, obedient thing,” Anthony observes, his hand gliding into your hair as you peel his trousers open further, pressing your face into his crotch before sucking his tip between your lips, glazed with your arousal.
“She’s a wonder,” Benedict concurs.
Anthony’s fingers flex on your scalp, and his thumb rounds your jaw to pull down your chin, opening you wider. He thrusts into your mouth; your hands cling to his muscular thighs as his tip nudges the roof of your mouth, tongue pressed into his underside.
He groans loudly, your tastebuds flooded with your tart juices and a bead of his salty precum. He withdraws then drives back in, nudging deeper this time, knowing it always makes you mindless, his grip solid on your head as he starts to fuck into your mouth. It has you squirming with supplicant need, begging Benedict silently for his cock, too, as he teases your slit, grinding his head over your clit.
Your call is entirely muffled around Anthony as Benedict finally takes pity on you, thrusting deep into your pussy, in one rapid, forceful move. Both ends of your body are utterly invaded, one of your favourite places to be, a carnal loop of pleasure that only they can provide. Anthony’s hands are heavy on your scalp as Benedict's grasp your hips almost punishingly tight—something so thrilling about you being bent over entirely naked between their clothed bodies. They work together to ensure maximum pleasure for you, intuiting your needs, Anthony withdrawing just as you need to draw breath but always keeping you singing with need, his cock something to muffle your noises, to suckle upon as they both drive you higher.
You sag into their hold, relying on them to keep you balanced, pliant to the push and pull of your being between these men as they use you just as you want them to. Entirely possessed by them, played expertly by both as if an instrument for all of your mutual pleasure. Always intuiting your needs, Benedict reaches down, pulling your arms backwards flush with the sides of your body, twining his fingers in yours, a possessive hold that means you have no purchase to prevent Anthony’s thrusts into your mouth.
Benedict’s pace builds slowly, his cock grinding all those places deep inside only they can reach. His thrusts that cleave you open timed perfectly, his fingers curled over the pulse point on your wrist, syncopating his movements with each beat of your heart.
Anthony groans, causing his cock to vibrate as it passes through the tight ring of your lips. The tingle has you moaning too, a call and response that notches things higher.
“I will not last,” Anthony grits out, teeth clenched, his fingernails digging into your scalp, his thrusts into your mouth urgent now, barely allowing you any reprieve.
“Do as you will…” Benedict grunts, his noises guttural as you clench around him, a vice that has him dropping your wrists, sensing how close you are, too. One of his hands grabs your hip roughly as the other ploughs into your slit, catching your swollen, throbbing clit.
He changes angle to spear deeper, harsher, and you scream around Anthony’s cock, which fills your mouth now, breathing harshly through your nose as he uses you mercilessly.
“Look at me,” Anthony commands, grabbing your head to tilt your face upwards, his cock tip grinding the roof of your mouth, your hands again on his wool trousers for leverage as you stare wide-eyed up at his handsome face, angular and determined.
“So fucking beautiful,” he croaks, his thumb rounding to blot the tear forming in the corner of your eye from not wanting to blink.
“Better and more priceless than any jewel,” Benedict taunts, still impressively embodying his role, each word heaved over a breath, “and all mine.”
The possession with which he growls that last word, plunging harder than he ever has, is the catalyst for all of you. The vibration of your scream around Anthony’s cock as Benedict glances at your hilt is what tips him over. A heavy pulse travels up the length of his cock, and his fingernails cirls into your scalp as he comes, a salty rope splashing into your throat that you swallow reflexively as Benedict's fingers and cock send you over the edge, your vision whiting out, as your whole body convulses, strong hands bandying around you to hold you upright as your knees almost give out, everything in your snapping taut as you come so hard you swear stars dance before your eyes. With an almost howl, Benedict roughly pulls out of your convulsing pussy, a warmth splashing over your lumbar spine as you all pant loudly.
Before you are fully cognisant, strong arms pull you into an embrace. You recover, caged by Benedict, his chest warm against your spine as he murmurs sweet words in your ear. In front of you, Anthony refastens his trousers, pulling the gems from his coat pocket, still impressively in character.
“I shall greatly enjoy the spoils of this evening,” he taunts, holding them up so they sparkle in the moonlight. “But, if you should ever wish to share your wife again, you know where to find me…”
“How do you know I will not tell others of your location? Force you to move your despicable, criminal activities elsewhere?” Benedict counters as you drowsily enjoy their little theatrical, continuing purely for your amusement.
“Because of the way your wife is looking at me…” Anthony crows, stepping forward again to run a finger over your chin and swollen, darkened lips as he repockets the loot. “As if she wishes to ride away with me as much as she wishes to remain with you.”
He draws you in for a fierce, possessive kiss, you gasping heavily, pliant under his invasion, still dazed from your orgasm.
“Perhaps one day, if you are a good little thing for me, you could even earn your jewels back…” Anthony contends. “Until then, I bid you adieu…” he signs off, bowing, then turning heel and disappearing into the night.
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A few minutes later, Anthony saunters back from bridling the additional horse onto the phaeton. Himself again, the roleplay scene over.
“Our poor girl cannot wear this; 'tis too caked in dirt and mud now,” he rues, no trace of the menacing highwayman to be found in his tone as he scoops your trampled dress up from the dirt track.
“We will just have to keep her warm for the ride back, brother,” Benedict advocates.
Anthony hums in agreement, chivalrously whipping off his shirt and helping you into it with affectionate kisses. After a quiet spell in their joint embrace - always your favourite place to recover from such vigorous adventures - they both tenderly assist you up into the carriage, arranging you snugly between them upon the simple bench seat. Both wrap their free arm around you as they grab a horse rein each. You burrow into their comforting presence as the carriage trundles away at a leisurely pace.
“Did you enjoy our roleplay, my girl?” Anthony checks, tone laden with affection, as Benedict turns to kiss your forehead tenderly.
“Yes, you were both so wonderful, exactly as I had hoped and more. Thank you,” you sigh contentedly, nuzzling into them both in turn.
“I cannot wait to hear of your other fantasies, sweet girl. I assume you have many more,” Benedict guesses, accurate as always.
“I am rather taken by the idea of adventure on the high seas with two swashbuckling buccaneers…” you confess, even as you have to stifle a yawn, the sway of the carriage and their warmth soporific.
“Well, after you have had some good rest, my darling girl, perhaps I will seek out our grandfather’s cutlass…” Anthony offers as he laughs genially.
You perk up, and your head pings between them. “Is that a promise?”
“Most definitely,” they answer in unison, two pairs of amused, sparkling eyes meeting yours as the beauty of Aubrey Hall hones into view in your periphery.
You cannot wait.
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Every once in a while I’ll think about how Anthony was always a father figure to his siblings but with Benedict, he was the one person Anthony could just be siblings with. He never saw Benedict as someone to take care of but as a form of support; whether it was a laugh or to ask if he was “okay”, Benedict has always been Anthony’s brother.
#the parentification of Anthony Bridgerton will not go unnoticed#I could talk about their dynamic all day#A and B are buds#bridgerton#benedict bridgerton#anthony bridgerton
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frankly I think as a fandom we’ve been blowing things out of proportion on the regular far too much
#y’all are getting on my nerves#anthony’s an ableist piece of shit blah blah blah fuck you beth may yadda yadda yadda#look me in the eyes and tell me you think these people have a PR team#the best PR they’ve got is will b. campos sweating in the corner over Implications#can we let people make mistakes and then proceed to make better choices as if they are idk. human beings perhaps#acting like these comedians are A list celebrities ffs#childish on all sides over here#dndads#dungeons and daddies
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Anthony & Benedict Bridgerton [3/?] | Bridgerton 3x01
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