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Colin is a new man, and he might take his pick of the Ton's beauties — so it makes little and less sense that he finds himself at a ball (he forgets whose — forgets nearly everything, in fact), struck dumb by the sight of her.
Penelope Featherington. Standing at the refreshment table with an eclair in hand, her eyes wide as she darts her gaze about to make sure no-one is watching her (not wide enough, apparently, for she does not see him).
Has she always been so… has she always been so? So much, so plump and spilling, so soft all over? Fresh and bright as the cream oozing from the end of her eclair, and he wonders if he pressed his thumb into the swell of her decolletage, how deep would it sink? How would she dimple and spill beneath his touch?
He watches, transfixed, as her pink tongue darts out to wet her plush lips, so rosy and pretty (the same colour as her round blushing cheeks). Watches those little thumb-print dimples appear as her mouth opens and she bites into the eclair, her lashes fluttering at the sweetness. God, to be the chocolate upon her tongue, the soft pillow of the pastry with the cold, clear cream within! Colin's mouth floods with saliva.
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29 Oct 2025
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poor puzzled moon by everlarktoast
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn
16 Dec 2024
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He rips her into his arms and throws them to the ground next to the closest building. The cobblestone scrapes her legs as they fall together. He embraces her tightly, brick wall hard against her back, arms trapped against his chest, head ducked down into hers. Despite the hard fall, she feels safe for the first time that day. Maybe ever.
Just for a moment.
There's a clattering noise nearby.
“Colin-”
A bright light flashes.
A horrible crash pierces the sky.
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A story of fear, loss, friendship, family, and love during the second World War.
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- Part 1 of A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square
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30 Aug 2025
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“I – perhaps I might stroke myself over you,” he stuttered. “Like the gentlemen did in the salon.”
Penelope nodded, and his hands dropped to the fall of his breeches, hurrying with the buttons.
“You – you did not wish to join the gentlemen earlier?” she asked, curious.
He paused with his fumbling fingers, a frown on his face. “No, I – I did not.”
“That’s alright.” She flopped back against the pillows and gazed up at him. “Is there any way I might assist?” she asked as he pulled out his cock. She could not help coo at the sight of it, excitement flittering through her, for it was weighty and thick, bobbing free of his breeches and weeping so prettily for her.
“Look at you,” she breathed, swallowing around her excitement. “So lovely and large.”
His cheeks turned almost as red as his cock then and he began to tug on it, his fist moving quickly. Penelope settled herself back, getting comfortable, and she wondered if she would ever grow tired of the sight of a man stroking his prick over her naked body.
OR: Harlot Pen gets a new customer
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hold on to the memories (they will hold on to you) by CarriageOnMyWaywardSon (wraithinthewings) for gentlewallflower (greyspilot)
Fandoms: Bridgerton (TV), Bridgerton Series - Julia Quinn
25 Dec 2024
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Every year, Colin and Penelope visit the same little Christmas market, and every year, they buy each other gifts there, going to greater and greater lengths each time to prevent the other from catching them in the act. This year, however, Colin is determined to make their first market together as Mr. and Mrs. Bridgerton something she will remember forever.
Just then, as though she can sense his presence, that invisible string that seems to stretch between them tugging at her attention, she looks up. And there’s that smile—the one that is only for him, that fills him with a sweet honeyed warmth even on this cold December evening.
He walks toward her, closing the distance between them in a few long strides and wrapping his arms around her, surrounding her with his embrace. She sighs happily and leans against him, her arms slipping around his neck.
“Good evening, Mr. Bridgerton,” she murmurs into his chest, her breath warm even through his coat.
He pulls back without breaking their embrace and gazes into those sapphire eyes before planting a gentle kiss on her lips and murmuring softly, “Good evening, Mrs. Bridgerton.”
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26 Jun 2025
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“Well, I heard in town that you were looking for some help digging a well. And I thought I might provide my services.”
Penelope stared at him. “Now why on God’s green earth would you want to do that?” she asked, more bluntly than was perhaps proper for a young lady. “We can’t pay you.” Their father had left them with almost nothing, save this land and the house they were standing on. It was a pretty nice house - better than some of the others in the area - but life was hard.
He shook his head and turned his hat over in his hands. “No, I didn’t expect you could. I hoped you might instead pay me in kind.”
Penelope’s cheeks flushed red and she looked down, her hands smoothing the faded yellow cotton of her day dress. She didn’t suppose he meant what it sounded like he meant, being a gentleman and all, but the idea of Colin Bridgerton taking that sort of payment from her made her cheeks hot.
OR: local cowboy offers to help farmgirl dig a well (aka cowboy colin meets prairie girl pen)
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- Part 1 of Cowboy Colin