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somethingblu3 · 1 year ago

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Thy Mercy | Father Anthony Bridge

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18+ minors dni.

Fandom: Casualty

Summary:

Father Anthony commands you to list out the rosary.

TW: Church Sex, Spanking, Candles Wax Play, Improper Use of a Rosary, Priest Kink, Author is not Christian, Forbidden Secret, Relationship,neil newbon - Freeform, Begging, Burns, Dom/sub, Dirty Talk, Bible Kink, No Beta, mouth spitting, Mutual Masturbation, cum, Paddle, Humiliation, lightly edited, Orgasm Delay/Denial.

Pairing: Father Anthony Bridge x female afab reader

Word Count: 1,844

Divider Credit: firefly-graphics.

Note:

I'm not Christian, but I did go to church when I was younger. It's been over a decade since I've used a rosary, so I'm not entirely sure if the beads are accurate.

“Say it,” Father Anthony ordered in the shadows. You both sat in the empty church. The only light came from the flicker of the oil candles that hung from the ceiling. You had never been in a Church alone, especially not on a cold, dark winter night like this. Your hands are sweaty as they trace over the familiar chunky beads. It was a gift given to you by your grandmother. You remember sitting at her vanity as she gifted you the beads. They were sacred, and you kept them secure under your pillow at night, not wanting to lose them, but you almost dropped them as you felt Father Anthony’s gaze lock on you in the shadows. He was watching, waiting for you to start.

He had warned you that if you stuttered or your voice faltered, he would spank you. From the corner of your eye, you could see Anthony's hands clutching the black paddle in his hands as he readied himself. Your breathing hitches as your sweaty hands clutch at the burgundy glass. Your mind goes blank, but you can feel Anthony’s hand ghost your sides, closing your eyes. You took a breath, trying to cleanse your dry lips. Anthony pushes his nails into your thighs, a sign for you to start.

“In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit Amen” Your fingers move towards the first bead, feeling the contours of the Crucifix between them. He hadn’t even done anything yet, not even touched your skin. You could feel something against it, maybe his fingers or the brush of the silver of his belt as he grinded against you; it was hard to tell in the dark. It was scary not knowing what was coming next. He had blinded you before, but here you were in the Church surrounded by the darkness. You were both very evasive about your relationship. If anyone ever found out about this, Anthony would be fired and defrocked, not even that he would be ousted from the community.

He was more protective of that in the early days, but as your relationship developed, he found it harder and harder to let you go. You were his biggest sin. He couldn’t walk away from second to drinking. You lick your lips as they suddenly turn dry, and you hear him play with the silver of his belt. A warning. “Our father, who art in heaven…” He pulls back your black skirt, which he told you to wear for this evening’s service. Your breathing hitches as you press on, moving to the smaller beads. “Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee.” “Faster,” Anthony hisses as his belt drops to the ground, and you feel his hands grab you by your waist. “The Agony in the Garden…The Soc-Sco-ugring at the-” You pause as he slides inside you. As always, you are already wet and sticky. His hand teases your clit, preparing you, and you hear him groan in delight. You didn’t want to disappoint him. You could already hear his voice in your head.

You stutter, “At the-Fuck” You are so tight, but that doesn’t stop him. His breathing increases Anthony halts you trying to search for your voice as it escapes you, and you feel the ip of Anthony’s cock ghosting over your back and cum dripping down your legs; you're already so wet. Not that you are surprised. He waits for a moment and clicks his tongue. You can’t help but feel…disappointed. “The scourging at the pillar,” you finish confidently. Anthony nods. “Good girl,” he praises you as he inserts himself into you once again. “The crowning with thorns-” you hesitate as you feel your cheeks flush increase. “And the crucifixion.” “You missed one,” Anthony scolds as he removes himself from you and then takes you over his lap. “The carrying of the cross,” he tells you as his paddle is against your skin."I'm sorry, father." You cry. "Again. Say them again," He demands as the paddle rests inches away from your skin, a lingering threat. You take a shaky breath, clutching the bread, and then you start again, but your brain has already turned to mush. "In the name--" You swallow as you feel him consider if he should spank you or not, but he doesn't. You clear your throat as you start again, your fingers finding their way to the beads. "In the name of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen." His fingers glide against your skin.

You know he won't mark it yet, but you can't help but shiver under his grip. "Our father, who art in heaven." You continue as you move on to the next bead and then the next until you reach "The Agony in the Garden..." You pause, trembling the pad inches and inches away from your skin, and as he presses further, you fumble. "Fuck-i'm so sorry, father." You sob as his paddle spanks against your skin. "I'm so sorry," you tremble. "I thought I had trained you better than this," Anthony snarled You lower your eyes, focusing down on the wooden floor, feeling nothing but shame course through you as he spanks.

"Count. Count to four," He orders, his other hand rubbing your other cheek "One" Smack "Tw-ooh" Smack "Fuck-Thr-eee" He pauses but then adds another smack. "F-ffour" you finish He smacks again. "Good girl, now let's start again from the top."

You nod and carry on repeatedly, but then, this time, you stop at the crucifixion. You close your eyes, knowing what is coming next. You tried to prepare yourself, but there isn't another smack at your ass. Instead, Father Anthony pulls away for a moment, and then he finally starts once again. "I don't think this taught you much of a lesson, did it?" He asks with an arched brow You are too stunned to speak as you feel your ass clench from the stings. He's not going to start again, is he? Usually, he would give breaks in between or at least kiss and "So why don't we try again?" "Father, please-" He ignores you as he reaches over and grabs a candle from the holder. It drips onto your skin, and you hiss, chowing down on your cheek to bear the pain.

"Good girl," he tells you as he messages your head. He watches as your body jitters. The pain is unreal, the sensation of the hot wax. He throws down the paddle, tossing it onto the wooden floor as he grips the candle in his hand, the wax melting his skin. He inserts himself inside you once again. "Let's start from the crucifixion and see if you can finally finish." You nod, shivering from the heat. You feel like you are melting, but also, at the same time, you know that Father Anthony won't hurt you. That was against his moral code, but the pain thrill was still exciting.

"Okay," You gulp as he thrusts inside you. Your dry cum drips between your legs like the candle wax between his fingers. "Okay, okay," you whimper as you get used to his thrusts as they increase in speed, still feeling the tingle of the wax drip down your lower back. "In the name of the Father, The Son, and of the Holy Spirit, Amen...." Thrust "Our father, who art in heaven…" Thrust. Now, the room is filled with the sound of his skin smacking against yours. His other hand finds its way to your left waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible. Your moans were escapable now. If someone were to walk in right now, it would be clear as day what the two of you were up to, and that feeling made your heart race, and you could just about see your skin turn bright red under the glow of the candle.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. The Agony in the Garden…The Scourging at the-” "Go on," He commands "The scourging at the pillar, The crowning with thorns, and the--the" You can feel yourself approaching your final orgasm as it tricks down your legs, and you roll your head back. You feel Anthony's hand in your hair as he croons your neck to look at you. He pants and spits in your mouth, his chin covered in drool. He stops trapping your hand clutched with the beads firmly.

"Hold on-" He commands as he takes the warm beads from your hands. "Turn around and face me," He commands," and he does You shiver as you finally meet his gaze. He's tired but happy as a small smirk appears at the corner of his lips. Forecebilly he takes the rosary from your hands and shoves them inside your sticky pussy. "Father," You gasp as you feel the beads between your legs. He chuckles darkly "You are such a good girl," he tells you, stroking your hair. "You're doing the Lord's work," he mumbles the sensation. Of the beads rocking between your legs is something else. The small cross rubs against the end of your pussy, edging you even closer and closer without him even touching you. You watch him as he takes his dick in his hand, proud of himself as he watches you stutter and moan, grabbing onto one of the pews. "Let yourself go, love," he instructs as he quickens the pace of his hand on his dick.

You nod, and your eyes roll back, your breathing hitching. You spot him as cum dribbles down from the head of his cock onto his robes. Your hand fiddles for the beads, and you begin rolling them against yourself. God, it was shameful, especially with how much they meant to you, but you knew after this, they would be covered in your seed, in your wetness, and you would give it to him as a gift, perhaps as a birthday present, so that he would always. Be near you. You grin at that thought.

A subtle reminder. "Now, what comes after the crucifixion, my love?" He urges as he wipes his cum against his robes "The Resurrection," you pant. You knew that wasn't all of the stages, but for now, it was the most you could get through without faltering, and you felt proud of yourself as a smile plucked at his lips. Once you finish, you both orgasm against each other, his seed mixed with your wetness. He throws the candle stick into the trash and licks his finger with your mixed juices, but his robe is still a mess. You are too weak to speak, and then he catches you as you are about to collapse onto the floor. "I want to treasure this forever." He pants as he rushes towards you, shoving your hair behind your ear, and kisses your neck as your eyes drift close. "This is heaven...". You lower your head against his neck, and you catch your breath. This man will be the death of you.

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valentinebbxox · 7 months ago

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Fears, Chances & Love Pt. 3

Part 1 Part 2

pairing: Father Anthony x fem!reader

warnings: pushing away who you love, fears of not being good enough, fears of loving, fear of judgment, religion talk, ANGST!!!

note: Damn, you guys really loved this huh? Well, here's the last part!

word count: 4.4k

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Third Person P.O.V

Anthony felt his stomach drop as Mrs. Clark’s words hit him. His heart skipped a beat as realization of what she was referring to hit him. The photo…the photo in the Bible. He thought no one saw it. He was silent for a moment, his mind racing as he tried to think of a response. He slowly glanced over to Y/N, seeing the look in her eyes. He swallowed thickly, and looked down at his hands some. "Yes…she is..", he says softly answering Mrs. Clark. Y/N looked at her eyes soft, She couldn’t believe it…he had her picture. Anthony felt the weight of Y/N’s gaze as she stared at him “She is as beautiful as she is in the photo. She is different though. I can tell.”, Mrs. Clark says making Y/N blush in some embarrassment. He swallowed nervously again as the older woman referred to Y/N’s appearance. He knew she was different. Mrs. Clark knew because of the way Y/N was dress. Like a tomboy almost. Leather jacket, dark colored shirt, dark jeans and boots. With her make up kind of dark on her eyes some. If she knew about her attitude though it would make Mrs. Clark blush. She knew she couldn’t fully judge Y/N by how she was dressed and look alone though. “Father…please tell me it isn’t true. How could you be so reckless? A home made tattoo removal?”, Mrs. Clark turned matters to why Anthony was actually in the hospital. "I'm so very sorry. I put self image ahead of biblical observance. I never meant to offend you or the congregation. “What are you blabbering on about?”, Mrs. Clarke says making them both confused. “Look.”, she says showing them both her ankle tattoo, “I’ve got one. I got it to celebrate my grandson’s communion.”, Mrs. Clarke says making Y/N smirk but Anthony sit back shocked. It was surprising, to say the least. Neither of them had expected her to have a tattoo of her own. It was shocking, seeing a woman her age with a tattoo. Y/N couldn’t help but smirk as she looked at it, while Anthony was genuinely shocked. “You’re a wonderful priest father. Much better than the last bore. But honestly, loosen up a little.”, Mrs. Clark says to Anthony making Y/N try not to laugh. Anthony was stunned into silence for a moment as Mrs. Clark spoke to him. He was still processing the fact that she had a tattoo of her own. He chuckled awkwardly, his shock slowly fading into a sheepish smile. He slowly glanced over to Y/N, seeing her smirk, as he responded. “Yes ma’am..”, he chuckles. “And fix whatever it is this is. I can tell she is a good one.”, Mrs. Clark says then walking away.

Anthony and Y/N watched as the older woman walked away, still feeling the shock and surprise at what had just happened. When Mrs. Clark was no longer in sight he turned his attention to Y/N, his expression shifting to sheepish. “Well…that was something” he mumbled. “I like her.”, she says with a chuckle. Anthony chuckled softly. He couldn’t help but smile a little, her words helping him to relax. “She’s definitely something.” he replied, letting out a deep sigh as he leaned back on the bed more. After the chuckling died down it was silent again and they both sigh. He took another deep breath, turning his head to look at her again. He could still feel the guilt and shame from earlier, but he tried to push it away for now. “Y/N..” he mumbled quietly, his voice full of hesitation. She looks over to him, he held her gaze for a moment, staring back at her silently. He swallowed heavily, trying to find the words to say what was on his mind. “We should.. we should probably actually talk now.” He mumbled quietly, his heart beating fast in his chest. She nods “Yeah I guess we should.”, She says sitting back to the bed side. She sighs as she tries and readies herself to talk. And, she wasn't the only one. He slowly shifted his own body, moving to sit on the bed more and look at her better. He was silent for a moment, his mind racing, before he finally found his voice again. “Where… where do we start..?” He mumbled quietly. She sighs “I honestly have no idea.”, she smirks Anthony chuckled softly at her words, feeling the familiar pang of nostalgia in his heart. She always did have the uncanny ability to make him smile. After a few minutes, finally he worked up the courage to speak. “You…earlier you said you fell in love with me.” He muttered quietly, his eyes searching her face for a reaction. She blushes and looks down some, “Yeah..” He swallowed heavily before he spoke again, his voice low and soft. “Why? Why me?” He asked quietly, his eyes still watching her intently. She smiles with a scoff and shrugs “I just did…I tried to stop myself but…the more time we spent together the more it grew. I knew I would probably get hurt cause I wasn’t the ideal girl for someone like you wanting to do what you were going to set out to do, hence, you with your faith and such. But…I didn’t care…even if there was a chance you wouldn’t or couldn’t love me back.”, she says with a now sad look as she explains.

Anthony felt his heart ache as she spoke, her words hitting harder than he expected. His chest thumped heavily, the weight of her confession settling on him. The way she spoke, the emotions in her tone, her explanation of why she fell for him…he couldn’t help but remember why he fell for her as well. She sighs “Sounds silly I know.” He shook his head quickly, his expression shifting to a gentle smile. “No…it’s not silly at all.” he mumbled quietly, his eyes never leaving her face. He was silent for a moment, taking in her words. His heart still thumped heavily in his chest, but he kept his voice steady as he spoke again. ”The truth is…” he mumbled quietly, “I fell for you too.” She looks up to him “What?”, she asks almost wide eyed. He nodded slowly, his expression serious. “I fell for you too…” he repeated, his voice slightly shaky. “I tried to fight it.. to tell myself it wasn’t right…but every time I was with you… I just couldn’t stop.” “You fell in a love…with…a non religious little rebellious woman?”, she smirks teasing him. Anthony chuckled at her words, feeling the familiar warmth in his heart. He smirked back at her, his expression playful. "I fell in love with a non religious little rebellious woman. Go figure…”, he says with a small smile. She scoffs and chuckles shaking her head “Wow…”, she says. He was silent for a moment, just taking her in and relishing being in her presence again. “I’m serious though…” he mumbled quietly, “it’s the truth. I fell for you a long time ago.. and I haven’t been able to stop since.” "You mean…you still…", she asks softly. He nodded slowly, his expression soft. “Yes…I still do.” he mumbled quietly, his voice unwavering. “I never stopped. Even when I told myself to.. I never did..” She is shocked in the face a little and takes a breath “I never did either…”, she confesses. He was speechless now, he thought she was over him, He was silent for a moment before he spoke again, his voice soft and quiet. “I know I have no right to ask anything of you.. after everything that happened.. but I need to know.” She waits for him to ask and then he gently pulls her down some to where their foreheads touch. He kept his eyes shut for a moment, savoring the feeling of her being so close to him. He finally managed to find his voice, though his words were barely above a whisper. “Just one thing…” he mumbled quietly. “Tell me….do you still love me?” She has her eyes closed too, feeling the closeness between them “I do..”, she whispers. He let out another shaky breath as her words sunk in, savoring the way she was so close and how it was so familiar. And how he missed it…

He slowly opened his eyes, needing to see her again. “Then I have another question..” he mumbled quietly. She opens her eyes too and looks at him. He stared back at her intently, his gaze locked on her face and taking in every detail. His heart still thumped rapidly, the realization of her words settling on him. “Will you give me a second chance…?” He mumbled quietly, his voice hopeful and pleading. He almost couldn't believe he was asking. She sighs and closes her eyes again trying not to get upset again, “You know we can’t Tony…”, she says in a whisper. His heart sank as she spoke, the feeling of disappointment and pain hitting him like a wave. He knew she was right, he knew it wasn’t that simple. But the feelings he had, the memories of their past together, it was difficult to just accept it like that. He let out a shaky breath, his expression still pleading. He grabs her hands in both of his. “Please….” he mumbled quietly, “I know I messed up. I know I was wrong… but can’t we at least try..”, he says in a soft plea. She sighs and stands up, “It’s not about you leaving Anthony…it never was. It was about what people would say, what people would think.”, she says talking then turns to look at him. “Eventually it would be too much and words would turn on you and possibly ruin what you wanted, and what you wanted to do for the church and I couldn’t have that. I couldn’t do that to you.”, she says her voice slightly cracking at the end. His heart aching at her words. He knew she was right, he knew all too well what people would say and do. He had seen how nasty and judgmental people could be when it came to matters of the church. And, he knew it would have affected both of them if they had continued. He sighed heavily, his expression a mixture of sadness and desperation as he sat up on the bed. He looked at her, his voice quiet but filled with emotion. But he had two years to think, think of her, their time together, and what it could have been. And during those two years, he came to so many realizations. “But I don’t care what people think…” She tries not to cry again and stay strong as best as she could. She shakes her head, at his words, “You would. It would become too much and eventually it would ruin you…as soon as they find out about me. You, their priest, in love with a girl who doesn’t go to church, who isn’t religious, and is the way she is, they would…they would shame you Tony…and I couldn’t have that.”

They would shame him, judge him, and possibly even destroy his name. He knew there was people who would just not like if they found out anything about their priest they didn't like. But the feelings he had for her, the love he still felt, it was hard to just push it all away. He looked at her, his expression a mixture of pain and hopelessness. “But I can’t just.. forget about you.”, he whispers tears forming in his own eyes. She sighs as she tries not to cry “Maybe you should try…”, she says softly in a broken manner, as if she didn't want to say that. And it's true, she didn't. But she had to. Anthony felt his heart ache even more as she spoke, her words hitting him like a punch to the gut. The idea of forgetting her, of just leaving everything behind and moving on, seemed impossible to him. They had shared so much together, so many memories, so much love that was unsaid to each other. How could he just forget all of that? He shook his head slowly, his expression pleading. “I can’t… please don’t ask me to….please..” She walks up to him and slowly puts a hand to his cheek, “You have to…or you won’t be happy and continue to do your work at the church in a right mind. You will find someone who suits you.”, she says with a small smile with unshed tears glistening in her eyes. He slowly shakes his head looking up at her with pleading eyes. She then leans over and kisses his cheek and then stands back up “Goodbye Anthony…”, she says in a pained whisper and walks away in a hurry. He watched her walk away in a hurry, her words echoing in his mind. It felt like his heart was breaking all over again. He sat in silence for a moment, his emotions swirling inside of him. Finally, he spoke up, his voice low and quiet. “Goodbye love…”

She say alone in one of the break rooms, closing the blinds and keeping the room dark as she cries quietly. She lost him…again. But this time it was for good. But, she knew it had to be done. So that way they can move on…maybe. There was then a small knock at the door and it slowly opened, Y/N stops crying but doesn't turn her head to see who it is. "Are you alright dear?', a soft voice asks behind her. Wait…she knows that voice. "Mrs. Clark?", she asks turning around. And, there she was, Mrs. Clark, sending a small smile to Y/N. She could see the shock on Y/N's face, clearly the girl hadn't expected anyone to follow her in here. "Are you alright? I overheard you and Father Anthony." Mrs. Clark watched silently as Y/N hung her head, sighing in defeat. The sight of the young girl so torn apart filled her with sympathy. She put a gentle hand on Y/N's back, her voice soft and comforting. "You know, you can talk to me if you want. I'm here to listen." “I’m sure you are Mrs. Clark. But…I don’t think there is anything to talk about. Even if I want it to be something…it can’t. I can’t do that to him. I can’t set him up to be attacked and possibly ruined.”, she says referring to her and Anthony being together while wiping her eyes. Mrs. Clark nodded softly, understanding the struggle the young girl was going through. She could sense the pain and heartbreak in Y/N's voice, the conflict and guilt in her words. She sighed softly, thinking of the best way to console Y/N. "I understand your concern, dear… and as admirable as it is that you want to protect him. Are you sure this is what he truly wants? Or are you just making that decision for him?" Y/N looks at her confused “But…don’t you think a girl like me with him is frowned upon?”, she asks her voice still kind of broken from crying. Mrs. Clark chuckled softly, a knowing smile on her face. "Oh, I know it would be. I understand how certain people would view it." She paused for a moment, her tone soft but serious. "But that's their opinion.. You should consider what you and Father Anthony want, what makes you both happy. You can't let other people's judgement hold you back.", Mrs. Clark says still rubbing the young woman's back. “But…would the church not like it?” Mrs. Clark took a moment to answer, her expression serious. "The church has its rules and traditions, yes. Many people may not approve. But remember, the church is about love and compassion, not judging others." She paused and smiled softly. "And, I can tell how much you and Anthony love each other. Don't let others dictate what you have."

She looks at Mrs. Clark as she talks and it makes her think. “You’re right…You’re right Mrs. Clark”, she smiles. “I may need some time though…to think it through.”, she says looking up at the older lady. Mrs. Clark nodded in understanding, smiling at Y/N's revelation. "Of course, dear. Take all the time you need. But, don't leave him without a answer for long." She stood up and gave Y/N's shoulder one last gentle squeeze. "Just remember what I said, okay? Don't let other people's judgement hold you back. Follow your heart." Y/N smiles and nods “Thank you.”, she says. Mrs. Clark smiled back, her eyes warm and kind. "You're welcome, dear. Anytime." With that, she gently patted Y/N's shoulder before quietly leaving the room, giving the young girl some space to think. "Mrs. Clark?", she calls out to the older lady before she walks out the door, making her turn back around. "Yes dear?". Y/N had a small worried look on her face, "Look after him…Please." Mrs. Clark's expression softened, her eyes warm with a look of understanding. She smiled softly and nodded. "Of course dear. I'll make sure he's okay", she said then she turned and walked away.

A couple days later, and the two never ran into each other again. It was a Sunday now, and Anthony was doing the sermon, he stood at the altar, preaching his sermon with his usual solemn and calm demeanor. But even as he spoke, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N. He had hoped to see her, to talk to her, but he hadn't seen her at all since their conversation at the hospital. He tried not to let it show in his voice, but the pain and longing in his heart were there, under the surface. It wasn't until after service and everything was done for at the church, that he was back in his office. Anthony sat silently in his office, his mind still preoccupied with thoughts of Y/N. He was supposed to be going through some paperwork, but his mind was too distracted to focus. He let out a soft sigh, running a hand through his hair in frustration. The empty feeling in his chest was only growing stronger, the longing for her gnawing at him. He tried to push it aside and focus on his work but found it more difficult than ever. And it hurt, so much. A knock was at his door, and it opened. It was Mrs. Clark “You alright Father Anthony?”, she asks standing at the door. Anthony had been so lost in his thoughts that he hadn't even heard the knock at the door initially. But when Mrs. Clark spoke, he stirred from his reverie and looked up, his expression tired and distracted. He managed a weak smile, nodding in response. "Yes, Mrs. Clark… I'm fine. Just a little tired, that's all.", he answers as calm as he could. She nods and smiles some “Well I think I have a sight for your sore eyes” Anthony was a bit confused by Mrs. Clark's comment, not quite sure what she meant. But the smile on her face was intriguing. He sat up a bit in his chair, curiosity piqued. Mrs. Clark smiles still and looks behind her then Y/N comes around her slowly and walks into the office. Anthony's breath caught in his chest. He stared at her for a moment, his eyes wide and fixed on her face. He almost didn't believe it was actually her, so consumed by thoughts of her that he thought he was hallucinating. “I’ll leave you two alone. But remember still in church.”, Mrs. Clark says with a pointed look but Y/N and Anthony never leave each other's gazes and Mrs. Clark closed the door. They stayed silent for what felt like so many long minutes. Not knowing what to say. Then, one of them had to speak up. "Y/N..", he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. He couldn't find the words to express how he felt, the mixture of relief and confusion and love that he was feeling. “Anthony…”, she says softly back. Hearing her say his name sent a shiver down his spine. The sound of her voice, so familiar and yet so longed for, sent a wave of emotion through him. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from her face, the sight of her standing there in front of him, real and tangible. It was a struggle to form his words, his emotions raw and overflowing. “Why are you here?”, he managed to say, his voice hoarse.

She smiles some with a nervous chuckle and looks down “I um…did a lot of thinking. And, I had to come see you. Then, I realized when I opened the door it was Sunday. And I saw you at the front. And…I couldn’t help but watch. Watch you up there. And, it made me realize more. That…I do love you. I love you for you I don’t care if you are a priest. I still would support you like I did when we were together. But…this time…I don’t want to push you away because of my fears.”, She says looking up at him. Anthony’s heart swelled with emotion as he listened to Y/N’s words. The pain and longing and uncertainty vanished from his mind at the sound of her confession, replaced by a rush of hope. He took in her words, letting them sink in. She loved him, despite everything. Despite his job, his position in the church, she loved him. He stood up from his chair and walked around the desk slowly. She watches him, “I shouldn’t have left you like that at the hospital and I am so sorry I did. I was…scarred. And, worried for you. But, I shouldn’t have to let it blind me like that. Especially without even giving something like this a chance. And, not knowing what you wanted too.” Anthony closed the space between them, standing in front of her. He reached out gently, taking her hands in his. "It's not entirely your fault…I should have spoken up more, made my feelings clearer. I let my own fears and doubts hold me back, too." He paused, his voice quieter now, his eyes locked on hers. "But you're right. We shouldn't let fear and doubt stop us from trying." She smiles softly “And I’ve learned that…what our relationship is, I guess, is between us and…well god.”, what she said shocked Anthony to say the least. “Where did you learn that?”, Anthony asks with a smirk and she shrugs, “Mrs. Clark might have saw me crying and followed me and had a chat with me.”, she says with a small chuckle. He chuckled softly, a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, "Ah, I see. Of course it was Mrs. Clark." They both chuckle. Then, Y/N remembers more of what Mrs. Clark told her, “Not to let other people’s judgments come in between happiness.” She smiles as Anthony pulls her close and she gently puts her hands on his chest. He smiles at her, gently wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "She's always wise, that one…" He chuckles softly, his voice growing quieter. "And she's right." He lifted one hand and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her cheek. He ran his thumb gently along her cheek, his expression growing more serious. "You know… it won't be easy," he said gently. "There will be people who don't approve, who will judge us. Are you sure you're ready for that?" they both look to each other's faces. “I should be asking you that.”, she says putting a hand to his jaw and running her thumb along his facial hair. When they were together he didn't have any. But, he was growing to like it. Anthony chuckled softly as she touched his jaw, the gentle touch of her thumb sending a shiver through him. He looked down at her, his eyes locking with hers. "I've made my choice, Y/N." He reached up and gently took her hand in his, holding it against his cheek. "I don't care what other people think. People will judge there's no stopping it." He paused for a moment, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Besides, I have a feeling we have someone who will have our back if any one gives us trouble.", he smirks referring to Mrs. Clark.

She giggles “Yeah I have a feeling too.”, she says. He pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her waist more and resting his forehead against hers. "So, you're willing to give us a chance?" She nods then fully resting her forehead back on his. “Yeah, I am.”, she says Anthony pulled back slightly so he could see her face better, his expression more serious now. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his thoughts. "I need to know something first", he said, his voice quiet. "Can you promise me one thing?", he gets a nod from her in response. Anthony held her gaze for a moment, looking into her eyes as he spoke. "Promise me…that you'll always be honest with me. No matter what. Promise you won't keep things from me again, even if it scares you." She chuckles “Now if I was to lie to my boyfriend who is also a priest that would be wild.”, she smiles bashful at the bad little joke. Anthony chuckled softly, his smile growing wider at her playful response. "It would be rather naughty, wouldn't it", he agreed, his eyes glinting with amusement. He lifted a hand up and gently caressed her cheek. "I'm serious, though," he said gently. "Promise me you'll be honest with me. Even about the difficult things." She nods “I will. I promise.”, she says. He takes a moment to savor the feeling of her in his arms, relishing the comfort and familiarity that he had missed over the last few years and these past few days. Finally, he speaks again, his voice soft. "I've missed you." She hums in content being in his arms again “I’ve missed you too.” He placed a gentle kiss on the top of her head, his voice soft and quiet. "I don't ever want to lose you again", he said gently. "I don't ever want to spend another day without you." She looks up at him, "Good. Because I don't either.", she says just as soft as him. Anthony looks to her lips, and so does Y/N. Y/N smiles softly, and grabs his jacket some and pulls him to her gently and they share a long awaited kiss. They had each other again. And, they weren't going to be afraid and hide it anymore.

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keeep-it-lite · 10 months ago

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I MADE ANOTHER THING!

I did not make these gifs but am using them for experimental collage purposes (please don't bite my head off).

#neil newbon #simon walker #captain hook #father anthony bridge #made by me #my collage #ripley's collages #gifs #gif collage

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im-his-druidess · 1 year ago

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Don't forget to check out my new side Blog @astarions-bride dedicated to my newest hyperfixation...

Neil Newbon!

Hope to see you guys there 🥰

#my love for him is a problem #Neil Newbon #bbc casualty #father Anthony Bridge #rob #charlie #Astarion #Nikolai #beyond the rave #the stomach 2014 #the expedition #extinction

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spicechica · 9 months ago

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Hi, I'm new to the writing platform and I've been apart of the neilnewbon community for the past couple of months. I want to start writing headcanons and short stories for some of his characters but I don't know where to start. 🤷‍♀️

My inbox is open for ideas and headcanons for his characters😊

Don't write anything to hardcore or filthy, just a little smut and spice.

MINORS DNI 🔞

(CHARACTERS)

•Nikolai - Beyond the Rave

•Luke Davenport - Dream Team

•Captain Hook - Kia Commercial

•Seb - As if

•Ernst Robinson - Stranded

• Mark Griffin - Reverb

•Father Anthony - Casualty

•Richard - Later

•Rob - Extinction

•Quinten Quist - The discovery of heaven

(WILL NOT WRITE⚠️)

•Self harm/Su!c!dal thoughts

•Dom!reader/Pegging

•Religion kink

•Neil Newbon himself (The man is married)

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astarions-bride · 7 months ago

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That last gif 😩

Neil Newbon as Father Anthony Bridge in Casualty

#makes me wanna negotiate with my morals #GRR BARK BARK #he's just so 😍😩❤️😘😈🥰🥺💋🥵#screaming seizing and creaming #Father Anthony Bridge #bbc casualty #Neil Newbon

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girlactionfigure · 4 months ago

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Remembering Ladder 118 shown here in this iconic picture as it crossed the Brooklyn Bridge — not knowing that it would be the fire truck's last run. They did not die a few minutes later as most posts suggest, instead after crossing the bridge, Ladder 118 pulled into the doomed Marriott World Trade Center hotel. The six firefighters ran up the stairs and helped countless panicked guests escape.

Bobby Graff, a mechanic at the hotel, was quoted saying: “They knew what was going on, and they went down with their ship. They weren’t going to leave until everyone got out. They must have saved a couple hundred people that day. I know they saved my life.”

Ultimately, over 900 guests were saved that day. However, when the Twin Towers finally collapsed, the hotel went down with them. So did hundreds of firefighters, including the six members on Ladder 118.

Lt. Robert M. Regan, 48

Joseph Agnello, 35

Vernon Paul Cherry, 49

Scott Matthew Davidson, 33 (SNL comedian Pete Davidson’s father)

Leon Smith, Jr., 48

Peter Anthony Vega, 36

Eddie B PI

#9/11 #🕯#911Heroes #Ladder118

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ofstarsandvibranium · 7 months ago

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Precious Truths: Part 7

Fandom: Bridgerton

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x F!Reader

Summary: After your father finds out you’ve been writing under a male pseudonym, he threatens to marry you off to an atrocious man unless you find yourself a husband within a month’s time.

A/N: I will not be taking tags for this series!

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You're breaking fast with Aunt Eliza as a footman brings in her letters. She lets out an excited yelp as she holds up the latest edition of Lady Whistledown.

You can't help but roll your eyes at the older woman. All of the Ton fall over their feet to read the anonymous author's "news". You're not overly fond of the things she's written about your friends, the Bridgertons, and a majority of the Ton.

You go back to your food, enjoying the fresh fruits that were brought in, "The strawberries are extra sweet today, Aunt Eliza. I think we shoul-"

Aunt Eliza abruptly stands, pressing her hand to her chest. Your brows furrow, "What has she written now?"

"You, dearest, but Benedict as well," you rise out of your seat with haste, rushing to the other side of the dining table and grabbing the latest Whistledown.

Your eyes quickly skim across the words and your heart drops as you read: -perhaps the second eldest never proposed to Miss L/N because he knew he could never provide for her as a second son.

Your jaw clenches as you lower the paper onto the table, "That horrid woman! Benedict is more than just a second son! He's kind, compassionate, charming, he adores his family, he is well-versed in the arts and-"

"Take pause, Y/N," your aunt urges as she places a hand on your shoulder.

You let out a deep breath and look to your aunt, "Do you think it wise if I visit him? I just want to make sure he is well."

Aunt Eliza thins her lips, "To be frank, I do not think it wise. It may jeopardize your marriage with Lord Montclair. You mustn't risk it."

You dejectedly sigh, "Yes, you're right. I suppose I will just write him a letter then." You no longer had an appetite anymore and ask your aunt if you may be excused. Seeing the state of you, she allows it and you immediately go to your room to write to Benedict.

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"A letter arrived for you, brother," Anthony announces as he steps into the study where Benedict is mindlessly staring out the window.

"Just set it on the table. I shall read it later," Benedict mumbles.

"It's from Y/N," the sound of your name immediately makes his head turn towards his brother.

He approaches Anthony and snatches the envelope out of his hand. He practically tears it open and quickly unfolds the letter:

Ben,

I just read Lady Whistledown. I hope you know that what she says can never be true. You have so much worth and not because you are a Bridgerton. You are a man that spreads kindness and warmth wherever he goes. You have so much love and passion for your family. You also possess an amazing talent in the arts that I have never seen before. Whoever you marry will be lucky to have you as their husband because I have no doubt in my mind that you will do anything and everything to make them happy.

Never mind what that horrible Whistledown has to say. She knows not of who you truly are.

Best,

Y/N

PS. I do miss your company terribly. Perhaps we may meet in our secret spot tonight?

Benedict places the letter on the desk and proceeds to start pacing along the study. Anthony immediately reads the letter and then looks up at his younger brother, "She did not mention about you being disappointed about the engagement. This is a good thing."

Benedict shakes his head, "Or a bad thing. That she does not return my affections and therefore, is ignoring them."

Anthony chooses to ignore his brother's dramatics, "I do hope you choose not to meet with her." Benedict stops his pacing and gives his brother a guilty look.

Anthony pinches the bridge of his nose, "She is engaged to Lord Montclair. If someone sees you-"

"No one will see us. I assure you, brother, when we say it is a secret spot, it truly is a secret spot." she swipes the letter from the desk and folds it back up, slipping it into his chest pocket...right over his heart.

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Your day was exhausting. Aunt Eliza allowed you a few hours of solitude, however, she proceeded to drag you out the house to begin planning for your wedding. You spent almost two hours at the modiste picking out fabrics and styles for your trousseau. Your head was hurting and you didn't want to stare at a roll of fabric for the next month.

You also went over what food will be served at the luncheon after your wedding, the colors, etc.

You felt a bit somber as the day went on. You always imagined doing this with your mother when you were younger. It hurt your heart to think about all the things you two never had the chance to do. However, you are grateful for Aunt Eliza. She has stepped up to take up a parental role while your father wasted his days away at the men's club.

At dinner, you started to become nervous. It had been so long since you've spent time in Benedict's company. You knew you couldn't be seen together a lot around the Ton, so in secret was what you had to resort to.

Once you knew that everyone in the house was asleep, you slipped out and crept your way to a small pond that was surrounded by trees and hedges.

You and Benedict found it when you were children after you two pulled a prank on Anthony. It was only you two that knew of the place. All of the overgrown grass and trees deterred people from wanting to go through. But not you and Benedict.

Wrapped in your cloak and you dress from dinner, you weave your way through the overgrown branches and leaves, eventually leading to the pond. Benedict was already there waiting for you and you couldn't stop your heart from beating a little bit faster.

Benedict turns when he hears the leaves and branches breaking under your steps. He gives you that shy yet charming grin that makes many of the women of the Ton swoon...you included.

"Evening," he nods to you.

"Good evening and thank you for meeting me. You didn't have to."

He shrugs, "Might be the only way I get to see you now."

You wince, "I am sorry for pulling away. Surely, you understand, right? I mean," you chuckle, "All of the Ton, Whistledown included, thought we would end up together. If I continued to be in your company, it would have further hurt my chances of finding a husband. And I needed to make haste and-"

"Would it really be all that bad?"

"Would what exactly?"

Benedict shakes his head, "Nevermind."

"Ben," you place a hand on his arm, "Can we just...just pretend like I'm not engaged and be like how we were before this mess happened?"

Part of Benedict wants to say "no", that you two can never go back to how it was because he loves you and he's going to lose you in two week's time. But the other part of him, the part that always yearns for you, that thrives in your presence, the part that reminds him of when he was young and realized that he wanted to be around you forever, that part of him was louder than the former.

"Of course," he replies breathlessly and slips his hand into yours, pulling you towards the old tree where you two made makeshift swings.

You look at the ropes, now aged from time and weather, "Do you think they're safe?"

"I suppose we shall test them out," Benedict says as he goes to the swing that he designated as his, cautiously lowering himself onto the large branch that he used as the seat.

The wood creaks but doesn't snap under his weight. He pushes himself back and swings forward a few times until the branch snaps in two.

You gasp as Benedict falls to the ground with a thud, a surprised expression his face. You two stare at each other for a few seconds and then you burst into laughter.

You continue to laugh as you join him on the ground, "Are you alright?"

"A bruised ego and probably a bruised bum, but otherwise, I'm okay," he looks at you with an embarrassed look, but also a playful smile.

You giggle more, scooting closer to him and resting your head on his shoulder, "Good."

Benedict leans his head against yours, "Thank you for your letter."

"You're welcome. I wanted to see you to talk about it, but my aunt said it wouldn't be wise. Didn't want to potentially give any more reason for Lady Whistledown to write about you."

He shrugs, "It could have been worse."

You two sit in a comfortable silence, listening to the crickets chirp, the fish in the pond occasionally come to the surface and splash water around, and the sound of breathing between you two.

#benedict bridgerton #benedict bridgerton imagine #benedict bridgerton x reader #bridgerton fic #benedict bridgerton fic #bridgerton imagine #f!reader #fem!reader #female!reader

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colettebronte · 2 months ago

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She Rings Like a Bell Through the Night: Chapter 1

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Pairing: Vampire!Anthony Bridgerton x Witch!fem Reader

Summary: In 1695, a young woman is chosen as a sacrifice to appease the will of her village's Protector. The resulting encounter is formative for both of them and though parted, our heroine spends the ensuing years learning about herself, the craft and about the man who still haunts her dreams, over three centuries later

Word Count: 1.8k

Warnings: 18+ for the overall fic. For this chapter, not much except for some sensuality. Minors DNI. I will put this up on Ao3 so please do not repost my work elsewhere

Author’s Note: Just a quick note, before this gets started. While I am Pagan, the traditions and spell work portrayed in this fic are pulled from a variety of groups of Paganism, legends and lore and should not be taken too seriously. With that said, I hope you enjoy this, my Halloween fic

Thank you @fayes-fics for betaing 🫶❤️

Somewhere in Rural England, 1695

You pull the hood of your cloak over your head and with a last glance back at the stern elders, you take a fortifying breath and begin the long walk across the stone bridge that separates your village from the outside world.

Though well-lit by torches, the further you walk across the ancient cobblestones, the thicker the mist gets. You pause to light your lantern with one of the torches before resuming your solitary march.

Despite your own light source, with each step you take it becomes more difficult to see through the haze. You wish you could pull the gauzy white fabric off your face, but you know the rules as laid out for you by the elders, ancient and unbreakable, or so they’ve said.

Once put on, only The Protector may remove The Chosen’s hood.

Like most in the village, you know very little of The Protector. Only that he has blessed (cursed) your village by keeping it protected (cut off) from the rest of the world for longer than any of The Elders can remember. According to them, every Samhain he demands an eligible young lady as a sacrifice. If he is pleased, the village is protected for another year.

But the young woman is never seen or heard from again.

This year, you were selected as The Chosen. In truth, as the village outcast, you had thought you might have been selected sooner. Having no father of record and your mother having died when you were young, you were left to rely on the “charity” of your grandfather, whose disdain for your very existence he made no secret.

But unbeknownst to him and the rest of the village, your mother had left you three gifts, an amethyst and silver pendant carved into the shape of the waxing and waning moons, a Book of Shadows and when you turned thirteen, the power to command both.

Albeit, you were still learning. Away from watchful eyes, you tirelessly practiced your fledgling magic and had lit yourself on fire more times than you actually managed to light any candles. But after several years of hard work and quiet persistence, you were able to conjure some basic magic successfully.

And although you had no say in being The Chosen, it was your fervid hope that you could somehow convince The Protector to release his hold on your village and let the rest of the world know of its existence.

A new century was approaching and surely, it was time to join the world, whether or not you survived the night to see it.

The mist has now become so thick that even with your lamp, you can’t see anything in front of you but you proceed forward all the same. Overhead you hear the flapping of a bird’s wing and then the fog suddenly clears without warning. You look down to see you have reached the end of the bridge.

Looking behind you, you see the swirling mist, but when you turn to face forward, you are startled as someone tall, dressed in a white cloak is standing before you. Frozen in shock, you can only watch as they step toward you and, in one fluid motion, gently pull back your hood. This surely must be The Protector.

You boldly raise your lamp to his face, mostly concealed by his cloak; you can make out a stubbled chin and a sharp smile. He places a surprisingly cool hand atop yours and moves the lamp closer to your face. You can feel his eyes inspecting you and unconsciously, you hold your breath. After a long moment, he nods and then extends a hand, beckoning you to follow him.

And so, you do.

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The walk is oddly peaceful as you silently follow behind The Protector. Though free of the mist, the only light, aside from your small lantern, is that cast off by the half-full moon. The man before you treads quietly, holding no light source of his own. It’s almost as if he can see in the dark.

You shake off the ridiculous thought and continue to follow behind him. You’re unsure of how long you’ve walked or even where your destination is until you come to a tall metal gate. The Protector pushes and it gives way under his touch as he walks through. You pass through it and then you hear as the gate seems to close on its own behind you.

It’s another short walk and then you come upon a stone cottage, well-lit by a pair of large braziers at the entrance and then the glow of candles from inside, some visible through large glass windows.

The Protector stops at the door and you’re so engrossed at the sight of the house that you stop short, mere inches from walking into him. He reaches out to steady you with one hand as his other takes the lantern from you and extinguishes it.

And that is when you hear his voice for the first time.

“Will you grant me the pleasure of your company tonight?” His voice is deep, if not a bit rough, as if he doesn’t speak much on a daily basis. For some reason the sound of it brings a pleasant flutter to your belly as you parse his words.

You furrow your brow, confused. “I have a choice?”

He huffs a soft laugh. “Of course you do.” He pauses and seemingly to himself says quietly, “Whatever do they tell you in that village?”

Whether you’re meant to answer him or not, you do. “They don’t tell us anything. And then whoever comes here, never returns.”

He nods absently, clearly lost in thought, before his still-covered face turns to you.

“I shall explain everything. But first, may I offer you a meal?”

The rumble of your stomach is answer enough and then you can just make out his smile in the firelight. Making a decision you tell him, “I accept.”

The heavy wooden door of the cottage swings open without him touching it and then he’s holding out his arm. You take it and pass through the entrance of his home together. As you walk through it, that’s when you feel it —the tell-tale tingle of magic.

The room you enter is large and cozy, with a stone fireplace against one wall and an array of mismatched, well-cushioned chairs and benches surrounding it. In another corner is a large wood table with a pair of chairs with a single place set, a large stew pot steaming in the center. The scent wafting from it is delectable and your stomach rumbles again.

This seems to spur The Protector into action as he directs you to sit in the chair with the place setting. As you get comfortable, he proceeds to scoop out a heaping serving of stew for you and despite your nerves, you tuck in. It’s absolutely delicious and as you ponder if he’ll let you have a second bowl, he pours you a glass of water from a pitcher. He sits at the seat across from you, his own goblet filled with a dark, red drink. Wine, perhaps? He, at last, pulls down the hood of his cloak, revealing a darkly handsome visage that has your stomach reacting in a whole other way.

Draping his cloak over the back of his chair, he doesn’t partake of the stew, instead insists you eat as much as you like, and so you do. He refills your water goblet while he takes measured sips of his wine.

You’ve finished your third helping when you declare yourself full. The Protector comes around the table and pulls out your chair, helping you stand. He gently unclasps your cloak with cool, nimble fingers and drapes it over the back of your chair. Taking up your water goblet, he leads you over to one of the plush-covered benches. As you sit down, he joins you, sitting on the edge, leaving a fair amount of space between you.

He rests his hands on his thighs, fingers fidgeting, as if he were nervous. You find that oddly charming. As the minutes tick by, you watch the fire together, the hissing and popping of wood the only sound. You find his quiet presence comforting.

You’re not sure what you expected would happen tonight, but surely, it wasn’t this. Making the decision to be bold, you take a deep breath and turn to him and speak.

“Sir, I’d like to make a request, if I may?”

He seems to startle at the sound of your voice. He stares at you for a long moment, his dark eyes impenetrable.

“You may ask,” he rumbles, “But I cannot promise to grant it.”

Taking another deep breath you make your request. “Sir, would you please release your hold on our village?”

He arches an elegant brow, his lips quirking up in a sharp smile that sends a pleasant zing to your core.

He slides a fraction of an inch closer to you. “That is an intriguing request indeed,” he muses. “If this is truly what you desire, what shall you offer me in exchange?”

You look down at yourself, knowing exactly how to answer his question. “Sir, I am as you see me. I’m afraid I have nothing to offer you,” you pause to touch your pendant before adding, “Nothing but myself.”

His nostrils flare. “Do you understand what it is you’re offering me?”

Now it’s your turn to slide closer, your fingers mere inches apart on the bench. “I do indeed, Sir.”

He reaches over and brushes cool fingers across your cheek and you can’t help but lean into his touch, turning your face to kiss his palm. He moans softly and then, in a blink of an eye, he stands, lacing your fingers together to help you stand.

He pulls you close, your body tightly pressing against his. You’ve read about lust in your Book of Shadows. Surely, that is what you feel now, thrumming through your veins. The Protector breathes in sharply. He leans down and presses his nose to the side of your neck, inhaling deeply.

“Please join me in my bedchamber,” he all but whines in your ear. You feel a flood in your knickers at his words.

“Sir, yes. I will join you.”

He pulls away from your neck to stare into your eyes. His dark eyes soften and seem to glow in the firelight. He smiles softly and says, “Thank you. And please, call me Anthony.”

Anthony. You repeat it over and over in your head as he takes you by the hand and leads you into another room.

His bedchamber.

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astarions-bride · 1 year ago

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@z0mibite thank you for blessing my screen 😩👌

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astarions-bride · 11 months ago

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Stepping away from my normal asks, but do you have any headcannons on how our good neil newbon men would eat pussy? Asking for a friend 👀

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Oh I like this question 😈

Nikolai

Playful. Teases you and makes you beg, nibbles on your thighs, and will hold you open so he has clear access to whatever he wants. Edges you until you cry. Gets pussydrunk surprisingly quick. Will try his best to nap between your thighs because of the warmth. Will eat you out the second the urge strikes him regardless of where you're at or who you're with. Absolutely teases you with his fangs and purrs against your clit.

Rob

Dedicated. He will not let up until you are nearly screaming. Prides himself on being able to take you apart and will get cocky and sometimes even playful. Definitely likes for you to ride his face. Wants to leave you boneless and your voice gone when he's done with you. Dirty talk that leaves you blushing for days.

Ernst Robinson

Explorative. Wants to discover every single sound you make or every movement of your body. Will talk to you about his latest book while his face is buried in your cunt. Finds overstimulating you entertaining. Is a quick learner and can get easily pussydrunk.

Charlie

Sloppy. He doesn't care how messy he (or you) gets and will absolutely hold you down while overstimulating you because he's not done with you yet. Eats you out like his life depends on it. Will get fully engrossed in the act and might dabble in pussy spanking if he's particularly worked up.

Father Anthony Bridge

Gentle. Wants to savor every moment and take his time methodically taking you apart. Will spend hours if you let him worshipping you. Will happily go down on you at a moments notice and stay there until you forcefully pull him away. Frequently accidentally overstimulates you.

Richard

Desperate. He wants to taste and touch every part of you and constantly overstimulates you because he just can't get enough. Easily gets pussydrunk and will refuse to budge from his spot until you are a boneless heap.

Captain Hook

Mean. Teases you mercilessly and will absolutely make you beg. Very skillful and loves to draw out your pleasure until you cry. Into pussy spanking. Very vocal and demands you be as well. Won't stop until you are screaming and even then he'll probably continue.

Mark Griffin

Languid. Loves to take his time and ease you into your orgasm(s). Kisses your lower abdomen and massages your legs in between rounds, staying firmly between your thighs, will hum songs against your clit and make you guess them. Eats you out whenever he stressed because it makes him feel better.

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somethingblu3 · 11 months ago

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💙somethingblu3's masterlist💙

All graphics used are made by the wonderful Ripley! @keep-it-light NSFW 18+

My asks are always open for ideas and personalized requests, although do bear in mind I'm a university student, so the responses may be slow. I'm generally open to writing anything dark, so don't be shy; the only limits that I hope you bear in mind are:

Needles (For medical reasons)

Anything medical-related (I'm fine with blood play or injuries

Feederism - Anything related to weight loss or gain Feederism (I'm totally down for writing plus sized characters!)

Suicide - I'm fine with characters having invasive thoughts (as that's perfectly normal) but not the act of self-harm.

Also, if you would like to request a fic, please add specific characters, kinks or scenarios a little background. Nothing too vague but doesn't have to be extremely detailed. Also, feel free to dip into my inbox to talk characters or headcannons! I think about Mr Newbon's characters more than the average person should.

Also, one last thing I thought I would put here to get more eyes on it. We have a really small Neil-focused discord. If you would like to join us, click here! It's very rusty, but it's something (DM if you are interested in becoming a mod to help tidy it up a bit I'd very much appreciate any help)

The Stomach

Hollyoaks

Walker Request

Velvet Green

Thin Blue Line (Series)

Dream Team

Store Bought Cum

Casualty

Thy Mercy

Worthy (Of his love)

Later

Richard Headcannons #1

Peter Returns

Hook Headcannons #1

Beyond The Rave

Mirror Mirror

Never Trust A Vampire

Nikolai Headcannon

Detroit Become Human

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Extinction

Plastic

Stranded

Dalziel and Pascoe

High

Doctors (2014)

The Last Drop

The Discovery Of Heaven

The Discovery Of Love

As If

Seb Headcannons

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valentinebbxox · 7 months ago

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Fears, Chances, & Love Pt. 2

Part 1 Here

pairing: Father Anthony x f!reader

warnings: religion talk, crying, hint of angst, (PREPARE FOR THAT IN PT. 3!)

note: went in a totally different direction for this but i’m happy with it so far since you guys liked the first part.

word count: 3.1k

~♡~

Third Person P.O.V

Anthony slowly came to, his eyes fluttering as he started to regain his bearings. His body didn't feel as hot as it did, and he no longer felt so dizzy. His heart rate seemed to have slowed as well, not thumping furiously against his chest any longer. He groaned softly, eyes shifting from side to side as he looked around the room. He looked to the side and Y/N was there. No longer in nurse scrubs and in her regular tomboy like clothes clothes leaning on her hand with her eyes closed. His eyes widened some shocked as he saw her sitting there with her regular clothes on. His heart gave another thump in his chest, but this time not from the fever. He watched her silently, his eyes tracing over the lines of her face. She looked so peaceful while sleeping, her expression softened and relaxed. He swallowed thickly, reaching out slowly and carefully, laying his hand delicately on her arm. She groans some and then leans her head up and opens her eyes "Oh good. You're awake.", she sighs in relief. Anthony watches as she lifts her head, eyes opening to reveal her gentle gaze. He can't help the way his heart flutters seeing her. He gives her the best smile he could, though it still looked strained. "How long was I out..?" he mumbled quietly. She shrugs "About an hour or so" He hummed out quietly in acknowledgment, eyes still watching her intently. She stands up and stretches, "Doc said you said be good to go in maybe a day. Just to keep an eye on you and the infection.", she says coming to his bed side some. Anthony nods as she speaks but his eyes then catch a glint. Anthony then saw her necklace and he couldn't believe it. It was the necklace. His eyes suddenly widened, noticing the chain and the pendant lying against her chest. He was silent for a moment, staring at the familiar silver chain and cross shaped pendant. He swallowed heavily, realizing it was the necklace he had given her. The necklace that she had never taken off since…

She noticed he was staring at something then looks and realizes he is looking at the necklace around her neck. He slowly brings his gaze up from the necklace, looking at her face again. "You still wear it?" He mumbled quietly, still in disbelief. She bites her lip softly and nods "Yeah..", she says softly. Anthony is quiet once more, his heart thudding heavily in his chest at her revelation. All this time, two years, she was still wearing his necklace. A part of him felt shocked, and yet also overjoyed at the fact she never took it off. "You should of seen the look on my friends faces when they first saw it. And, the questions", She chuckles softly looking down some. "And, them knowing me and all it was a ball for them.", she chuckled. He chuckled weakly alongside her, a faint smirk crossing his face at her words. "Can only imagine what they all thought when they saw it." He mused, "A 'non religious girl' wearing a cross necklace all the time suddenly." Anthony paused, thinking for a moment. "You didn't tell them where it came from." He stated it as a fact, no longer a question. She shakes her head "Didn't tell them anything. Just made up a lie…", she says then smirks "Bless me father for I have sinned.", she jokes. He couldn't help but chuckle again, his smirk still in place. "How blasphemous of you." He teased her with a light tone, making her giggle some. He glanced at the necklace again, gaze shifting from the pendant to her face again. "You could've just told them the truth, y'know." She then shrugs, “I…just didn’t want to. I guess I just wanted all that to be kept to myself at the time. Hold it dear for as long as I can.”, she says softly then sits on the hospital bed gently at his side. Anthony felt his breath hitch in his throat as she sat down at his side, settling gently in the bed next to him. His heart thundered in his chest from her proximity, being so close to her like this again. He looked away from for a moment, swallowing hard before speaking. He tried to ignore the way his palms were starting to feel sweaty.

He reached out suddenly, fingers ever so gently taking a hold of the pendant on the necklace that was just laid near where her heart was, thumb tracing over the cross shaped charm. She looks down and watches his hand then looks to his face again. He stared down at the necklace, his fingers still gently tracing the cross. He swallowed heavily, a sense of familiarity slowly rising in his chest as he held the necklace in his grasp. He let out a shaky exhale, his eyes still not leaving the pendant even as he spoke. “You remember when I gave it to you..?” he asked quietly. She smiles softly “Yeah…it was after we…well ya know…one night about two months after we met and started to be more together…the night you told me you had to leave”, she says. Anthony chuckled softly, almost bitter, at her response. He remembered that night vividly. “I remember that night so much.” He mumbled, “I also remember you being pissed at me.” She giggles “I guess I was a little. Then, I realized in the moment that…I couldn’t be selfish. It’s what you wanted. You found your faith and you wanted to persuade it. So…I did. You were happy to go.”, she says softly then looking down at her hands. It had only hurt him even more seeing her upset that night. But now she was here, next to him, acting as if she was completely fine. And he couldn’t help but wonder if she really was. She smiles some and takes his hand in hers. His breath caught in his throat again as she held his hand for that brief moment, his fingers subconsciously squeezing gently. Holding it for a couple seconds then stands up putting it back down “I should let you rest and let the doctors see you when they can.”, she says with a thin lined smile and starts to walk away. At her words his eyes widened, fear spiking in his chest. “Wait, Y/N!!” He called out suddenly, stopping her in her tracks. She stopped near the curtain but didn't turn around. "Please.” He said quietly, his voice nearly pleading, “Stay…don’t go.”, he says pleading softly. She closes her eyes as the tears almost come flooding but she doesn't let them. She tries to blink them away before turning around but it takes her long and still doesn't turn. He watched her back, waiting for her to look at him. He could almost sense her hesitation, he knew she was wrestling with her own thoughts and feelings. And that nearly broke his heart. "Please..” he tried again, “Look at me…”

She slowly turns around and looks at him. Eyes are shining with tears but none have fallen yet. He stares back at her, heart in his throat at the sight of her. Her eyes were watery, and it nearly broke his heart even further seeing her fight back the tears. He slowly reached out a hand towards her, an almost desperate look in his eyes. “Come here…” he mumbled, beckoning her to return to his side. She keeps her face straight, trying not to start crying and slowly walks back over to him and takes his hand gently and stands there. His hand encircled hers, fingers curling and holding her delicate, pale hand firmly. His heart was pounding in his chest at her closeness. He wanted to pull her into his arms, hold her close, but he could see that she was holding herself back. He didn’t want to push her. He was silent for a moment, his gaze staring at her intently. “Sit down..please?” he asked quietly. She sighs and seems to hesitate some. But she does, sitting back down where she was on his bed side. He relaxed slightly as she sat down again. He was still holding her hand. He wanted to pull her closer, to pull her into his arms and hold her. He swallowed heavily, trying to hold back his own emotions. He was silent, not entirely knowing what to say. Just sitting there with her beside him. Then he spoke again, He swallowed the feeling down and steadied his breath, taking a moment before speaking again. “Do you..” he started suddenly, pausing to hesitantly glance at her face “…do you hate me?” She looks up at him and shakes her head, “No… no I don't hate you. I never had a reason to.”, she says softly. Seeing the honesty in her eyes almost made him want to cry in relief. His own eyes glanced back down at their linked hands, watching the way his larger hand so gently held hers. “Really?” He mumbled softly, his thumb tracing over the back of her hand. “Can’t hate someone who was following what they wanted. Besides it’s not like you hit it and quit me. We…had mutual understandings of why we couldn’t be together…”, she says looking back down at their hands. He went silent again, his gaze still locked on her as he listened intently to her words. What she said was true, they both knew at the time that they wouldn’t be able to stay together. He was a priest, and she wasn’t exactly a “religious” girl. He swallowed heavily at that thought. He didn’t regret his decision to follow god's word, and he knew he never should. He tried to bite back the next question, but it slipped from his mouth all too easily. “Do you miss me?” She doesn’t answer, and just stares at their hands. Anthony knew she was silent cause she didn’t wanna break down and cry. He knew that, this wouldn't be the fist time she has cried infront of him. His heart thumped heavily in his chest at her silence. His heart hurting from seeing her like this. Before he could stop himself he pulled on her hand gently, trying to get her to look at him again. “Y/N, look at me.” He said softly. She slowly looks up to him tears still threatening to shed. Seeing the tears in her eyes was nearly too much for him. His heart ached more and more as he saw her trying to hold back her own tears. He reached out with his other hand, gently cupping her face ever so tenderly, tilting her head so she was looking at him directly. His thumb gently wiping away the tear that started to run down her cheek slowly. He stared at her intently, his own gaze unwavering from hers.

“Don’t hold them back…” He whispered. As soon as he said that…she broke…her voice softly breaking as she does making small crying noises. He immediately reached out again, pulling her closer to him gently. He didn’t hesitate for even a second as he wrapped his arms around her, holding her close against his chest as she started to cry. He closed his eyes as he held her. Hating that she is crying. but comforts her as best as he can right now. She cries as softly as she can because she didn’t want other people in the ER to hear. But she still broke down. Putting a hand on his arm that is curled around her shoulders “I missed you all the time..”, she says in a broke voice. He held her tightly against him as she cried, his arms nearly encircling her while holding her close. His own eyes stung as he was listening to her broken tone as she spoke. He squeezed her gently, holding her close against his body. He tried to ignore the pang in his heart, the little guilt he felt for causing this. “I missed you too…” he mumbled quietly, “so much…” She looked up some from his chest, She tries to speak again “You did?”, she asks. He gently held her tighter, fingers grasping the fabric of her shirt as he pulled her even closer. He buried his face in her hair, nuzzling against her gently as he fought his own emotions. He was struggling to keep everything back, the guilt he felt for leaving her starting to break through. He swallowed the lump in his throat, trying to keep his voice steady. “Of course I did..” he mumbled, “Every goddamn day..” She chuckles brokenly “Careful father using the lords name in vain”, she joked even when she is crying, she jokes right now. He found himself laughing brokenly along with her, the familiar teasing tone in her voice making his heart ache. “I can’t help it.” He mumbled against her hair, pressing his face against her head. “You never could keep me from swearing. Yet again I don't think you ever could.", he says with a small smirk. She smiles softly with the tears still in her eyes as she lays to where she is laying on her side and they can look at each other “Maybe I’m a bad influence on you.”, she says. He watched silently as she moved to where she was laying on her side. He followed suit, rolling on his side so they were facing each other. He was still holding her close with one arm around her, his thumb gently tracing over her back. He couldn’t keep his eyes off hers, staring into the watery eyes. “You’re a terrible influence…” he said with a light playful tone, gently teasing her. She chuckles and then looks down to the hand now on his chest, “It is true though…”, she refers to what she just said, but now no longer in a joking way. The playful mood faded slightly as he heard the serious tone in her voice, shifting into something more sincere. He looked back up from her hand to her face, holding her gaze. A pang of guilt hit his heart again at her words. He knew what she was talking about. The reason they broke whatever they had, the reason they had to end things between them. He was silent for moment, feeling the pain he had once felt starting to slowly worm its way into his heart again. He gently held her tighter, his hand still tracing her back. “You shouldn’t blame yourself…” he mumbled quietly. “I don’t blame myself for that. I just blame myself for one thing though.”, she says messing with the hospital gown. “And what’s that..?” He asked quietly, fingers gently tracing up and down her spine. It was silent for a few seconds between them, and she slowly looks up to him, then she whispers “Me falling in love with you…”

The last remnants of his breath caught in his throat as the words left her mouth. He froze for a moment, his hand pausing as it traced her back. His heart skipped a beat, a wave of guilt hitting him like a truck. He was silently staring back at her, his face still as he tried to keep his emotions in check. He didn’t know what to say or how to respond. She then looks over and sees Mrs. Clark the older lady from the church Anthony was with earlier but didn't know it was him when she saw, and the secretary of the church coming in. “Shit.”, she says and scrambles out of the bed as quickly as she could before she saw but by the look on Mrs. Clark’s face it wasn’t fast enough. He watched her jump away from him suddenly, his heart dropping at the look on her face. And then he heard her curse, and he quickly followed her gaze. He paled immediately as he saw the older woman standing nearby. Her face twisted into a look of shock and surprise, stunned at the scene she had just walked in on. He sits up in the bed quickly, trying to think of a explanation quickly. “What in heaven’s name is this?”, Mrs. Clark asks and Y/N just stands there shocked and not knowing what to do or say. Anthony is running a hand through his hair nervously. His heart was still pounding heavily in his chest, the fear of getting caught overwhelming him. He struggled for words, his mind going blank. He couldn’t find anything to say to explain it, or make it look like something different. “It’s not what it looks like.” he blurted out, knowing it sounded pathetic. “Who are you miss?”, Mrs. Clark looks to Y/N who is stumbling some with her words, “I’m um…”, she didn't know what to say. Anthony swallowed nervously, his eyes darting between Y/N and Mrs. Clark. He could feel the tension in the air as the older woman looked at Y/N with clear suspicion. “She’s-“ he began, trying to say something, anything. His mind was still empty, his thoughts racing and swirling. “She’s a nurse.” He mumbled quickly. "A nurse? She isn’t in uniform.” “I am actually off the clock ma’am.”, Y/N responds to Mrs. Clark “Then why are you still here with a patient?”, Mrs. Clarke had her there. “Well um…me and Father Anthony actually know each other…”, Y/N explained in a kinda slow manner not wanting to spill anything or over say anything. Anthony swallowed heavily as Y/N spoke, praying that she wouldn’t over explain. He watched Mrs. Clark’s reaction closely, seeing her face twist in curiosity. “You know each other? How?” She asked, turning her gaze to Anthony with narrowing eyes. Y/N looks to Anthony not knowing what to say “Look maybe I have over stayed here. I will just be going it’s not a problem.”, Y/N says panicking but also with a sad look.

Anthony couldn’t let her leave now. Not like this, not so suddenly and not with Mrs. Clark still standing there. “No please wait-” he blurted out, reaching out to stop her before she could leave. Mrs. Clark looks back to their hands together and back to him. And Mrs. Clark still confused, “Well?! Father Anthony? What is this?”, she asks. He swallowed heavily, his throat feeling tight as he spoke, “She- she’s a..an old…friend of mine..” “An old friend? Why was she laying in your bed?”, Mrs. Clark asks. “It’s my fault. I was…quite upset and Anthony was just comforting me. Nothing more.”, She says quickly when Anthony couldn’t think of anything else for a explanation. Mrs. Clark look to her then to Anthony. “Is this her Father?”, Mrs. Clarke asks Anthony, making Y/N confused, “The girl whose picture you have in your bible?”

#neil newbon #father anthony bridge #father anthony x reader #neil newbon x reader

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