𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: small moments of aemond targaryen loving how shy his lady wife can be.
˚ ༘ ٠ ࣪ 𑁤 warnings: minors dni. smut, canon!aemond 𝓍 shy wife!reader, afab reader, profanity, teasing, flirting, fingering, cunnilingus, slight manipulation, innocence + breeding kink, pet names, mentions of p in v sex, obsessive & possessive behavior.
𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ hope u enjoy this lil thing as much as i enjoyed writing it. !!! ♡🌷
AEMOND ADORES HOW SHY HIS SWEEF LITTLE WIFE CAN BE AROUND HIM, he cannot help but tease you in the privacy of your martial chambers − listening to you whine as he brushes his long, nimble fingers beneath the hem of your lace skirts, watching you become completely flushed, heart thumping wildly against your ribcage.
“what’s wrong, little love?” he questions innocently, watching as you try to hastily pull down your skirts, “won’t you allow your beloved husband to touch your sweet little cunt?”
you huff, your plump lips forming into a cute pout, “must you be so lewd, husband?” you ask, looking away bashfully as you get up and move to your vanity, needing something else to focus on besides your husband trying to get under your skirts.
aemond loves picking out his little wife’s favorite flowers from the red keep’s gardens, watching as you flush, bringing the colorful, blooming buds up to your nose to inhale the sweetness, sighing with happiness − though, your pretty smile doesn’t last very long, watching as your husband’s plush lips curl up into a small smirk.
“those flowers are indeed beautiful, my dearest love,” he comments casually, gesturing towards the bouquet of flowers he’d picked for you, “but no flower comes close to the beauty that lies between your thighs,” he purrs, making you squeak.
“aemond!” you scowl, rolling your doe eyes at his inappropriate behavior − but you cannot help but softly giggle, walking over to place the lovely bouquet of your favorite flowers into a vase, gently arranging them to your liking.
the next day, aemond quietly creeps up behind you inside of the red keep’s royal library − coming up to stand directly behind your distracted self, startling you with a small, girlish gasp as he leans down to brush the tip of his sharp nose against your ear, whispering, “you’ve been hiding from me, little one,” he purrs, amused by your bashfulness.
instantly, you begin to deny his words, placing your romance novel back on the bookshelf, breathing shakily as you turn to face him, looking up at his lithe, towering physique.
“i haven’t, i’ve just been…” you trailed off, completely flustered, never having being able to master the skill of lying − just like your husband has.
aemond smirks, a breathy chuckle escaping him before he abruptly drops down to his knees (eloquently), startling you as you begin to question him in a sharp, hushed whisper.
“husband?!” you squeak, doe eyes wide and on alert, looking all around the empty aisle of hundreds and hundreds of old tombs, “what are you doing?”
aemond doesn’t give you an answer − instead, he ducks beneath your fluffy pink skirts, deftly moving aside your small-clothes and begins lapping at your silky folds like a man starved, pressing his face snuggly against you as the tip of his sharp, aquiline nose rubs your aching clit, causing you to squeal.
“oh, gods… please, have mercy on my soul,” you beg, slapping a hand over your mouth, before yelping as you feel your devilish husband nip at your clit, hearing you mewl his name like a silk street whore.
“your soul is mine,” aemond growls possessively, before continuing his task at pleasuring his lady wife.
minutes pass, with aemond continuing underneath your skirts, feasting on your sweet cunny, hearing you panting and moaning breathily as you near your peak − feeling your husband’s skilled tongue rolling around your little, buzzing clit, before pumping a long finger inside of your little fuckhole, chuckling as he listens to you quietly panic.
“aemond!” you hiss, whimpering softly as your lower belly tightens, your peak so close to consuming you whole, “someone will see us!” you scold, your back digging painfully into the bookshelf behind you, but you couldn’t care less.
aemond hums, continuing to suckle at your swollen clit, “let them see,” he murmurs darkly, smirking as you huff, no doubt pouting those cute, rosy lips of yours.
gods, aemond can just imagine your pouty lips wrapped around his cock, fucking your throat deeply until tears stream down your flushed, teary cheeks, causing him to harden even more inside of his black leather breeches.
“let them see your husband pleasing his little lady wife − let them know that it is me, your husband who tastes you, who fucks you, who fills your womb every night,” he babbles, continuing his assault on your weeping cunt, fingering your clenching fuckhole faster and faster, never once stopping.
then suddenly, he feels you clench around his finger incredibly tightly, feeling the muscles of your velvety walls spasming helplessly, before you let out a muffled cry, “aemond, aemond…!” you wail, sounding so pretty, so needy − it makes aemond spill his own seed inside of his breeches.
once finished, aemond rises from beneath your skirts with a satisfied smirk, “seems my shy little wife isn’t so shy after all,” he teases, leaning down to claim your lips in a sweet, tender kiss, licking into your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself on his tongue.
after a moment, aemond pulls back just slightly, brushing his nose against yours, nuzzling you affectionately, “do you think we can finish where we left off back in our own chambers?” he asks cheekily, grinning down at you.
thinking about aemond targaryen who has a thing for seeing you in his clothes − your small, fragile frame drowning in his sweatshirts that’s fitted normal for him, but huge on you? it has this man going feral, his cock throbbing and aching at just the mere sight of you. the way his sweatshirts swallow you whole, completely enveloping you makes something deep, possessive, and primal purr at the sight of you in just his sweatshirt. and the part that drives aemond completely mad with desire? is the fact that you choose not to wear anything underneath − perhaps, sometimes, you’ll wear one of the lacey thongs he’d bought you, but other than that? you wear nothing beneath his sweatshirts, and it drives the poor man crazy. sometimes, he can’t help when you walk by and grab a fistful of the meat of your little ass, giving it a playful, little slap, making you giggle as he then squeezes the soft, smooth flesh of your ass. the worst part is when his sweatshirt rises up just a bit, he can silently observe the way your plush, pillowy thighs jiggle slightly as you move about − your pretty, mouthwatering cunt on full display for his eye and his eye only, ready to be feasted on by him. and then, when his fantasies run absolutely wild, he cannot help but imagine you underneath him as he pounds into your weeping cunt, with you wearing nothing but his sweatshirt − groaning and panting as he fucks into you like some feral beast, whispering nasty, loving praises into your ear, listening to your breathy whimpers and moans for him. “you little fucking harlot, prancing around in nothing but my sweatshirt, begging to be fucked like the nasty little whore that you are,” he’d growl into your ear, before trailing open-mouthed, sloppy kisses all over your neck, claiming you with his love bites as he nips at your delicate skin. ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ
can you imagine coming to your chambers after a long day. you find aemond reading by the fire and you just need to release some of the stress to focus on something other than the world outside so you just move in front of him drop to your knees and start undoing his pants. the only distraction you want right now is his cock in your mouth.
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𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: after a long, tedious day at court, you long for the comfort of your husband − and something else…
༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ warnings: minors dni. smut, canon!aemond 𝓍 wife!reader, afab reader, profanity, slightly mean!aemond (but he’s obsessed with his wife, trust me), [male] oral sex, degrading & pet names.
𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ sry this took so long to write out… i didn’t know which direction to go in − i hope u love it nonetheless. ♡!
AEMOND ALWAYS ENJOYED WATCHING YOU − his one-eye focused solely on your pretty face, devouring you once again, silently admiring your sleepy, doe-like eyes blinking up at him innocently, the slope of your cute nose, your soft, flushed cheeks from the burning fireplace behind you, the light glaze of dew on your gorgeous skin from the heat of your martial chambers − gods, you were just so pretty, his pretty, pretty little wife.
fucking perfect, he thinks.
aemond also loves watching the way the tip of your soft, little pink tongue pokes out and gently kitten-licks the flushed tip of his hardening cock, teasing him into growing harder − and oh, fuck, the way your plush, pouty lips wrap around him now, suckling just the head of his cock has him let out a low, murmured curse, unable to stop himself from bucking up his hips, allowing his now fully hard cock to slip further into your mouth, nearly gagging you − however, you don’t seem to mind.
little minx, he calls you inside of his head.
in fact, you seem to enjoy his aggression, owlishly blinking up at him with those pretty doe eyes of yours, as if giving him permission to fuck your throat, making something dark and twisted inside of him release a soft, satisfied purr.
without any warning, you begin taking him deeper into your mouth, the tip of his leaking cock hitting your uvula, making you softly gag as your eyes begin to sting, but you continue on − you continue moving your mouth down, down, down until the tip of your nose nuzzles the neatly trimmed thatch of soft, platinum curls at the base of your husband’s well-endowed cock.
you hum, whimpering as you harshly hallow your cheeks, sucking and slurping at his cock messily, like you were born and bred just to do it − to sit prettily on your knees before your husband and allow him to fuck your mouth, to use your mouth whichever way he desires.
after a few minutes of this constant suckling motion, you do need a moment to breathe properly, pulling back only just slightly and wrapping one of your soft little hands around his glistening shaft, shining with the mixed essences of your saliva and his precum.
you quickly begin pumping him, hearing your husband grunt and curse, one of his big, masculine hands—calloused from his constant use with his blade—roughly bury his long fingers into your luscious locks, his one-eye heavy lidded and focused solely on you, his lips parted just slightly, panting for breath as his taut stomach tightens with the need for release.
without stopping, you continue suckling his leaking tip, swirling your tongue around it quickly, tasting him and humming, hearing him hiss from the vibration of your mouth, “fuck! fuck, have mercy on me, woman!” he growls, yanking on your hair in warning, but you don’t stop.
only, you increase your pace as you fiercely suckle just the tip of his cock, hallowing your cheeks and releasing his shaft from your hand, beginning to quickly bob your head up and down, up and down, up and down, repeatedly and fluidly, listening to your husband’s groans − as though he is in pain, but he is far from it.
as you continue to bob your head on his cock a few more times, taking him deeper each time, you reach up with the same hand you were pumping his shaft with earlier and begin fondling his heavy balls, hearing aemond let out a sharp breath, his blunt fingernails scratching your scalp, making you purr.
“fuck, you little fucking harlot,” he hisses, fisting a handful of your hair and begins to guide your bobbing head even faster than before. “just like that − mmh, fuck, your mouth…! made to suck my fucking cock,” aemond gasps, squeezing his one-eye shut tightly, feeling his balls tightening up almost to the point of pain.
then suddenly, you feel it − long, salty ropes of your husband’s seed, shooting down the back of your abused throat, making you moan breathily around the mouthful of his cock, doe eyes pooling with unshed tears and your soaked thighs pressing together beneath the fluffy skirts of your evening dress.
“that’s it,” aemond coos, keeping his cock lodged down the back of your throat, your nose pressed snuggly against the wet curls surrounding the base of his cock, your throat pulsing around him, making him groan loudly as he continues holding you down on his cock for a moment longer, until he is positive that every drop of his seed is dripping down your throat.
“take it all, that’s a good girl,” he sighs, feeling utterly spent, “we shan’t let a drop go to waste − after all, ‘tis royal seed you’re swallowing, sweet girl,” he continues mockingly, before finally releasing his harsh hold on your hair, which you take great advantage of and pull back, going into a small coughing fit, your tears finally spilling down your flushed cheeks, a small whine escaping you.
the corner of aemond’s mouth twitches, a small, amused smirk curling up on his lips, “awh, did i fuck your little throat too harshly, sweetling?” aemond asks, giving you a mocking pout.
you can only whimper and give a tiny nod of your head, pouting as you reach up and wipe away your tears, making aemond release a low, breathless chuckle, before tutting and gesturing over towards your martial bed.
“get on the bed and allow your beloved husband to return the favor.”
༊*·˚ 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔’𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆, hello, lil loves. ♡! this is just a lil sneak peek of my new & first full oneshot on this blog − i hope y’all enjoy reading this lil snippet & i cannot wait to share the rest of it with u all. sending y’all sm love, xoxo. !!! (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)
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IT’S ONLY JUST A CRUSH, IT’LL GO AWAY − that’s what aemond targaryen keeps telling himself as he brutally, without mercy, fucks into the whore underneath him, hearing her whiny, annoying little cries as he abuses her loose cunt by shoving his well-endowed cock in and out, in and out, in and out.
allison? allie? alys? what was her name?
aemond couldn’t remember, nor could he give less of a fuck.
it simply does not matter right now, not when aemond is balls deep inside of this random woman, using her cunt to chase his high as he pleases, imagining that it is you − always you.
aemond cannot think straight, not when all he can focus on right now is chasing his own release, thinking of your beautiful face as it flashes in his mind − your innocent doe eyes, your luscious hair, that little charm bracelet that you always wear that jingles every time you move, your gorgeous, feminine figure, your perky breasts which he can only imagine burying his face into to kiss and suckle on your little nipples, your soft, heavenly skin which always smells of vanilla and something floral and just utterly you.
and gods, he can just imagine your glossy, pouty lips wrapped around his cock, letting him fuck your throat until he’s shooting his load down your abused throat, raw from him making you deep throat him − and oh, fuck, he’s coming now.
with only three more ruthless thrusts, aemond releases a low, deep groan as he finally spurts his hot cum into the condom, feeling the woman beneath him moaning louder and louder as she rubs her clit in quick, tight little circles, her release hitting her just as his had.
aemond wishes that she would shut the fuck up, but he isn't worried − soon, she won't be able to utter another word.
nasty fucking whore, aemond thinks.
in the woman’s state of pure, delirious ecstasy, she doesn’t even notice when aemond slyly slips out the small, sharp pocketknife of his (that's made out of valyrian steel) out of the back of his pants − too fucked out by aemond to notice anything, her mind too fuzzy with her orgasmic brain.
and no, aemond doesn’t fully undress while fucking random women when he picks them up at a bar or wherever, he never has.
aemond doesn't want any of the whores women that he picks up and sleeps with, then violently kills them to see him completely bare − they don't deserve it, the only beautiful, doe-like eyes that are meant to see him naked and bare is you and only you.
with that being said, aemond forcefully (and painfully) covers her mouth with one of his massive, masculine hands, rough and calloused, watching with amusement as he slits her throat with a heavy-lidded eye, his one-eye crazed and dilated, filled with bloodlust − not just from his post orgasm, but from the crimson blood squirting from the dumb whore’s throat.
aemond smirks, leaning down, getting blood on himself, making his cock harden once again − before he is whispering darkly into her ear as she tries to clutch the deep slit on her throat, gasping desperately for breath, choking on her own blood.
aemond cannot help but release a breathless chuckle, watching as the life slowly fades away from her.
“you’re nothing but a nasty, little fucking whore,” he purrs into her ear, pressing his face into the deep slit on her throat, licking a stripe of the oozing blood, softly humming at the taste as he muffles the gurgling noises she makes with his hand once more − until eventually, she stops breathing.
truthfully, even while all of this mess is happening right before his eye, all aemond can think about is you, and the taste of the sharp, metallic taste of that whore’s blood, so tart and whorish − and fuck, aemond can only imagine what your sweet blood tastes like.
however, aemond isn’t worried, he can be patient − besides, soon enough, he’ll get to taste your sweetness, and then, you’ll be his… forever.
𝓈𝓎𝓃𝑜𝓅𝓈𝒾𝓈: aemond targaryen loves how much of a crybaby his sweet little girlfriend is.
༘ ೀ⋆｡˚ warnings: minors dni. smut, modern!aemond 𝓍 gf!reader, afab reader, profanity, mean!aemond (but he’s obsessed with u), dumbification, size kink, daddy kink, bdsm, subspace, innocence + breeding kink, creampie, p in v sex, pet names, obsessive & possessive behavior.
𝒙𝒐𝒙𝒐, 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒖𝒔 ༘ ࣪𓂃 ෆ i love writing this trope sm. !!! ♡🩰 pls don’t forget to leave me ur feedback − overall, it helps me become a better writer for future works & thank u sm for reading. ♡!
AEMOND TARGARYEN LOVES HOLDING YOU DOWN UNDER HIM WHILE FUCKING YOU − especially positioning you into the mating press; he goes absolutely feral for it, using his stronger body weight to crush you, snapping his narrow hips against yours until they bruise, wanting nothing more than to spill another load of his cum deep inside of your womb.
“d-daddy,” you squeal, practically sobbing as he ruthlessly continues ploughing into your sopping, wet little cunt, causing aemond to chuckle darkly as he presses your knees more so against your naked bosom, heavy balls slapping against your little ass with each harsh, dominating thrust of his.
aemond coos, “awh, is it too much for you, little baby? hm?” he mocks, “does it hurt? tell daddy where it hurts − does it hurt… here?” he asks, reaching one big, masculine hand down and pressing down meanly against your lower belly where his well-endowed cock bulges, making you shriek.
“yes, y-yes daddy!” you cry out, fat tears slipping down the sides of your flushed cheeks, and all you can do is lie there and take it like a good little girl.
but aemond doesn’t stop, no − he continues pounding into you even harder, his whole body jerking forward with each rough thrust, his taut abs clenching, his lithe back muscles rippling as he fucks into your heat, whispering nasty, loving praises into your ear, listening to you as you babble for him − for your daddy.
“such a good little crybaby for daddy,” he coos lovingly, pressing sloppy, open-mouthed kisses across your teary face, tasting your sweet tears. “aren’t you? aren’t you my good little crybaby, hm?” he hums, before snarling and giving your face a quick, little slap, “answer your fucking daddy, princess,” he snarls, rolling his hips against yours as he continues his rough, brutal pace.
hastily, you nod your head jerkily, wanting to always please your daddy whichever way you can − wanting to always be his good little girl.
“y-yes, daddy! yes yes yes − i’m.. ‘m your good little crybaby,” you wail, practically babbling now, your doe eyes rolling into the back of your skull as your belly tightens, little toes curling from the endless pleasure, feeling your third orgasm approaching too quickly.
aemond gives a breathy little snicker, watching as you try to squirm away, but he doesn’t let you − quickly reaching down to pinch your sensitive, engorged clit, giving your overstimulated clit quick, mean little slaps, chuckling darkly as you squeal, bucking your hips up and down rapidly, trying to get away from his slaps before you feel him pressing the rough pad of his thumb down on your clit, rubbing and massaging it, as if trying to soothe your achey princess parts.
however, aemond doesn’t allow you to escape your punishment from trying to squirm away from him (he never does) − and with quick reflexes, he easily restrains you once more with his body weight on top of you, fully crushing you under him for him to use as he pleases.
“don’t try that again, baby,” he scowls, quickening his thrusts until he’s fucking you like some feral, uncaged beast, “or i’ll just have to spank your little ass red, just as red as the bottoms of those new louis vuitton heels i’ve just bought you,” he scolds you, the sweaty skin of his hard, bare chest clinging to yours, rubbing against your sensitive little nipples, stimulating them.
on the next thrust, the slight curve of aemond’s cock keeps hitting your sweet spot just right, sending electric shocks of pure, agonizing pleasure all throughout your body, to the tips of your little pastel pink painted toes, making you cream around his cock and soak his thighs, sobbing your boyfriend’s name over and over and over again as you climax once again.
feeling aemond’s body weight on top of you, crushing you underneath him, all around you, cocooning you, overwhelms your fuzzy mind, your nerves feeling like they are on fire − and feeling aemond continuously fucking into you is making you feel as though you’re about to black out, too consumed by the endless ecstasy he’s giving you, too stuffed with his cock and loads of cum.
then, you feel as he continues rubbing your swollen clit in tight, fast little circles, a cruel smile on his face as he listens to you sob girlishly, begging for him to stop.
“such a nasty little whore,” he laughs meanly, the muscles of his pelvis hitting your clit every time he sheathes himself inside of you, fucking you frantically, feeling your cunt clenching around his shaft every time he thrusts back inside your abused, fluttering cunt.
“do you hear that, baby?” he asks, hearing the way your soaking cunt squelches every time he thrusts back into you, making his one-eye light up with delight − something deep and dark and primal inside of him purring possessively at the sounds that your pretty cunt makes.
“listen,” he purrs into your ear, fucking into your faster and harder, allowing you to hear yourself − the sloppy, wet noises that your overstimulated cunt makes every time he forces his way back inside, your breathy moans, the loud slap slap slap noises of his heavy balls slapping wetly against your ass − fuck, all of it makes you cry even harder.
aemond laughs, “messy baby,” he teases, smirking before he leans down to suckle at one of your bouncing tits, humming as he presses his face against the swell of your breasts, licking and sucking and nipping at your swollen, puffy little nipples, your chest flushed and heaving with every thrust of your daddy’s cock pounding inside of your weeping cunt.
“daddy, please! i can’t take anymore—“ you begin to scream-cry, your plush thighs shaking, the headboard of your bed slamming into your bedroom wall, no doubt creating dents.
aemond tuts, a feral growl escaping him as he roughly grabs the fat of your soft thighs, fisting them harshly as he holds them, digging his blunt fingernails into the meat of them, knowing he’ll leave marks − just as he left marks all over the rest of your body: between your thighs, your perky tits, your neck and collarbones, even some on your lower belly, knowing of your insecurities and wanting you to know that he loved them, that he was obsessed with your little belly and only wanted to see you grow even bigger with his baby inside of your womb.
oh, and aemond can just imagine you − big and round and swollen with his child, all achey and needy for him, so full of him, just like you’re so full of him now. soon, soon you’ll be pregnant, he has no doubt.
“you’ll take what i give you and you’ll thank me for it, won’t you?” he asks breathlessly, feeling his taut stomach tightening, signaling another orgasm of his own − another load of his cum filling your womb. “won’t you, baby?” he snaps, quickly reaching up with one of his hands and pinching one of your swollen, puffy nipples between two of his long, deft fingertips, making you squeal and nod dumbly, obediently.
“yes, yes daddy!” you squeak, nearly going cross-eyed.
the thought of filling you with another load of his cum makes aemond lose his mind, panting as he pounds into you faster, faster, faster, until he’s barely pulling out, just constantly snapping his pelvis against yours, knowing you’ll barely be able to walk in the morning.
suddenly, with a low curse, aemond is spurting his hot cum into you once again, groaning lowly as he fills you up, stuffing your slick cunt with thick ropes of his cum, hearing you mewl meekly beneath him.
“t-thank you, d-daddy…!!! thank you, thank you, thank you—“ you wail, your squishy, fleshy walls squeezing him so tightly as you come once again with him, milking his cock and creating a creamy, stringy ring around the base of his cock, soaking the neatly trimmed platinum curls decorating his pelvis.
breathlessly, aemond leans down and claims your lips in a wet, sloppy kiss, your tongues messily tangling together, with aemond of course dominating you − he feels your soft, dainty little hands pawing at his back, knowing you cherished his closeness, even when he manhandles you.
“see, you little tart?” aemond hums against your lips, keeping your mouths connected as he speaks against it, continuing his wet, possessive kisses, “told you that you’d thank me.”
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. ➯ hi, sweethearts! ♡ this is my second lil fanfic on this new blog.. i hope y’all like & enjoy it. also, i changed the request just a lil bit, hope u don’t mind …♡ there are going to be two parts to this story, this one and the next one, part two. anyways, pls pls pls reblog, share + like! it’d mean the world to me. thank u so much for reading & enjoying -- love u! ‹3
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ➯ 18+ MDNI! in love!anthony. innocent!reader. lots of fluff. pet names. dialogue about sex. anthony is a lil fuckin tease… you’ve been warned. slight period language. no use of [y/n]. also, second part will be full on smut. any grammatical mistakes are my own -- in advance, i sincerely apologize.
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. ➯ anthony and you decide to take a stroll around your garden -- being your best friend, you can’t seem to keep anything from the man. before you know it, a burning question makes it’s way out of your mouth …unexpectedly. luckily for you, anthony takes mercy on you and decides to help you out… if only a little bit.
𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭(𝐬). ➯ requested! also, request’s are open and you can send in a request right here.
𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ➯ the fanfic that helped inspired this lil fanfic is right here. & the song that helped me write this is ‘terrible thing’ by AG.
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). ➯ anthony bridgerton [bridgerton] x reader (f).
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ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ♡ the day was beautiful, since it was the first few weeks of spring – the sun was bright and high in the sky, the sky itself was clear with only a few white clouds showing, and the birds were chirping happily in the trees.
you and your dearest friend – anthony walked side by side, your arm wrapped loosely around his. anthony’s other free hand was gently resting on top of yours that was placed on top of his large hand, your gloved hand warm and small against his.
“daphne stopped by my house earlier today,” you commented, breaking the comfortable silence. the two of you continued walking through your large garden in the back of your house, seeing all of the pretty flowers bloom in all the different wonderful colors, thanks to you and the help of your maids.
yes, you insisted to anthony (your best friend) – that you’d be the one to help plant this years flowers with the rest of the maids that tended to the garden.
since you were so passionate about said garden, the viscount just shook his head and let out a quiet chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on the crown of your head, while you told him the news of you tending to your garden this season. “oh?” questioned anthony, slowing his pace down so that he walked in step with you, slowly and admiring the scenery of beautiful flowers.
“yes, she spoke of something rather odd,” you mentioned, gripping anthony’s hand, looking over at the big fountain that was filled with lily pads and small, colorful fish.
“hmm, and what did she speak of, my darling?” anthony asked, pulling you along to sit by a nearby bench next to the large fountain. you felt yourself blush at his words, before speaking.
anthony always did love to tease you, as if you were his wife or something.
“well… she spoke of something that i do not quite understand. actually, she told me to ask you about it,” you said, feeling very perplexed.
“mmm,” anthony nodded, looking right at you. “go on then, darling.”
you felt yourself grow shy all the sudden, not wanting to speak such words, embarrassment creeping up your neck and causing your skin to become heated. you decided to tear your eyes away from him and look at the fountain, trying to put as much distance between the two of you.
however, there was little you could do as you sat pressed against one another. “it was… it was just – well,” you huffed, feeling ridiculous with yourself, causing anthony to laugh lightly at you.
“she said that simon did something to her…” you rambled, quickly.
anthony’s eyebrows immediately rose, his face turning into an angry scold, fearing for the worst. “did simon do something to hurt my dear sister!? i swear, if he has laid a hand on her he will surely regret –“
“no, no, no…!” you yelled, standing up quickly in front of anthony and waving your hands. “of course, he did not hurt her, he did no such thing. in fact, well… he did the opposite apparently…” you trailed off, your voice a low mumble.
now, anthony looked utterly confused. “whatever do you mean, sweetheart?”
how were you to word this to him? your dearest friend, your other half – at least, that’s what it felt like for you. what daphne said to you earlier, still had you blushing like a little girl and feeling warm all over. most of all, it had you greatly confused.
“well, i’m not exactly sure how to explain it, she was very… vague,” you started, beginning to twiddle your gloved thumbs together, nervously. suddenly, anthony stood up from the bench, coming so close to you that you could feel his breath fan over your face when he looked down at you.
“you don’t have to remember every single detail, my darling… just start slow, and if i should know what my sister was indeed talking about, i shall guide you through the rest,” anthony spoke calmly, one of his hands coming up to caress your cheek, lovingly. 
you nodded, looking up through thick lashes at your best friend, who was looking down at you in curious amusement. “um, well… for starters, we were talking about something i’ve never even heard of,” you said, your voice sounding hushed.
anthony smiled, brushing his calloused fingers over your cheekbone. “oh? what would that be, my sweet?”
you swallowed, your face heating up once again and you were positive that anthony could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, though he didn’t say a word.
what a gentleman.
“yes, well… your sister described how simon and her… join.”
as you said those words, anthony’s handsome face turned from patient to shocked to anger. “what?” he whispered, clenching his jaw. his hand dropped from your face, and you let out a surprised whine, which had him immediately grab both of your shoulders, holding you close to him – as close as he could anyway, without looking too improper.
“why on earth would she discuss this with you?” he demanded, looking angry. “did she say anything else?” anthony questioned, hurriedly. “anything at all?!” you winced, not liking the way anthony was treating you, he was acting like your father. “anthony, stop… you’re hurting me,” you whispered, feeling his hold on you tighten.
anthony’s face instantly went pale, his hands dropping uselessly to their sides. “i – i’m so, i’m so sorry, darling. please, i – forgive me?” he pleaded. you could only nod your head, looking up at anthony with curious, sparkly eyes.
“why are you so angry with daphne? i admit, i wasn’t quite sure why she told me simon licks her, but it’s not like she has anyone else to talk to at the moment. i’m her closest friend, and she’s so busy with her baby and –“
“what!?” anthony shouted, almost stumbling backwards in shock. “she told you what?” he hissed, seething in anger. however, that was until he saw how terrified you looked at him. immediately, his face dropped, his right hand coming up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration.
“darling, please – believe me when i say that i’m not upset with you – not at all. i’m just… i’m bloody frustrated with daphne, that is all,” the viscount said, his voice now more neutral and calm.
“are you positive?” you asked, your voice sounding small like a child’s. anthony smiled softly down at you, both his hands coming up to cup your angelic face, before bending down and pressing a kiss against your forehead. “of course, darling. i could never be angry with you – ever.”
you giggled to yourself, causing anthony’s face to brighten at such a pure, delicate sound. “then why are you so frustrated with your sister? we were just gossiping…” you trailed off, tucking a loose curl behind your ear.
anthony sighed, running a hand through his newly cut hair. “do you want my honesty?” he asked, raising a perfectly groomed eyebrow. you nodded, “of course i do! i’d expect nothing less,” you huffed.
anthony grinned at how quickly your mood could switch while with him, you were amazing. you were smart, funny, beautiful, talented at so many things, you were great with children – did he mention beautiful? it was a wonder how you couldn’t tell how madly, deeply and truly he was in love with you.
“well,” he started, clearing his throat out of nervousness. “i was… upset, i suppose,” anthony said, lowly. you gave him a confused look, “upset? but why –“
“isn’t it obvious!?” he exclaimed, sighing and running a hand over his face. “my sweet, darling girl…” anthony spoke, lovingly grabbing both your hands and intertwining your fingers together. your hands were so small compared to his, so gentle they’d never even hurt a fly.
“can’t you see? oh, my darling – can’t you see how… how in love i am with you?”
you gasped, your fingers grasping his tighter at his words. anthony was… in love? with you? you could barely breathe, your lips parted as you tried your best to suck in some much needed air.
“i… i.. i – you’re in love… with me?” you asked incredulously, looking up at the viscount with big, doe like eyes that had a sheen of tears. anthony chuckled lightly, bringing one hand up to caress your cheek, wiping one of your tears that escaped your right eye.
“how could i not be, darling?” anthony wondered aloud, gently brushing his thumb across your lower lip that seemed to wobble slightly, your emotions seemingly all over the place now.
“i… you’re in love with me!?” you gasped, breathing heavily into anthony’s palm, leaning in towards it and taking deep breaths, trying to calm yourself.
anthony chuckled, leaning down to press his lips against your ear. “i’m in love with you, my love,” anthony whispered, huskily. you bit your lower lip, holding back your tears. “w-what? h-how… when?” you breathed, trying to control your racing heart.
anthony brushed his nose against your temple, pressing a kiss against your cheek and lingering there for a moment, taking you in. your hair smelled of strawberries and vanilla, like the sweetest cream there ever was.
you smelled divine.
“it seems like forever,” he sighed, pulling away only slightly to look down at your flushed face. “you mean…? you’ve been in love with me since you can remember and you’re now just telling me!?” you scoffed, feeling angry suddenly.
“now, now darling. do not shout, it’ll cause you to become more lightheaded than you already most certainly are,” anthony chided you, leaning down to press a quick kiss against your forehead. you huffed, though you remained silent.
after a few moments of you trying your best to calm down, anthony asked, “are you still upset with me, my sweet girl?”
you could feel yourself start to grin, happiness erupting inside of you now, a warm feeling of euphoria spreading throughout your entire body. “i’m in love with you,” you stated, calmly, trying your best to sound nonchalant.
anthony’s eyes widened in surprise, not expecting you to to say it back to him, it felt like a dream. “you’re in love with me?”
you let out a small giggle, nodding your head, yes. anthony quickly gathered you in his strong arms, swinging you about, happily. you laughed and screamed in pure happiness, holding onto anthony for dear life.
after a moment, he set you back down, but didn’t remove his arms that were both wrapped around you. he’d never let you go again, never.
“you didn’t answer my question before,” you said, smartly. ”you being in love with me can’t be the only reason why you were frustrated with your sister.” anthony smirked, “you don’t miss a thing, do you, dear?”
“no, i do not,” you said, triumphantly.
anthony huffed playfully, “well, if you really want to know…” anthony paused, keeping one arm around your waist, while the other arm came up to gently brush a few curls away and tucked them behind your ear, before leaning down and brushing his lips against the shell of your ear.
“i was frustrated because i didn’t want you to know what daphne meant by ‘licking’… as you said. i wanted you to find out what it meant once we wedded, on our honeymoon night.”
your breathing grew quicker, your eyes fluttering close as you tried your hardest to grasp at anthony’s shoulders. luckily for you, he had you exactly where he wanted you, holding you tightly against him.
“…and what does the ‘licking’ entail, my lord…?” you asked, breathlessly.
you could feel anthony smirk against the shell of your ear, lightly nibbling on it, before pulling away and making you gasp in need, your eyes now locking with his, both your eyes blown with lust for one another.
“it means, sweet thing – that on our honeymoon night, once we wed, i am going to lick your cunt,” anthony said, almost hissing the last word. “…and you will cry and whine for my mercy, but i shan’t give it to you. not until i have you, whimpering and crying a mess in my arms.”
your mouth was parted open as he spoke such vulgar language, causing your eyes to almost pop out of your head.
if what anthony said was true, you couldn’t wait for your honeymoon night.
headcanons with anthony bridgerton as your husband? soft, fluffy headcanons. plz & thx! 💞
ׅ ࣪𓏲ּ ֶָ ♡ anthony bridgerton, 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ➯ masterlist.
𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞. ➯ hi, angels! this is my first headcanon on this new blog, i hope y’all like it. ♡ these were super fun to write…! :D also, i just had to write some smut in these headcanons… sry anon! love u. ‹3
𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲. ➯ being the wife of anthony bridgerton.
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠(𝐬). ➯ 18+ MDNI! smut. in love!anthony. innocent!reader. fluff, fluff & fluff! pet names. praise kink. long headcanons! anthony is a lil tease…!
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬. ➯ anthony [bridgerton] x reader (f).
— anthony loves how loyal you are to him, how you’re always following him around and staying by his side and vice versa.
— he is more than happy to take you along to anywhere he goes, except his club since they’re all men there and he gets jealous easily over other men looking at you -- which always bothers the viscount. however, it happens more than you may think.
— although, he loves spending time with you, his darling little wife.
— anthony loves that when he comes home from a long day of running his club, he can come home to you and vent about all his frustrations of the day.
— speaking of venting, he loves when you listen to him, it’s such a small thing but he’s so in love with it. he feels appreciated.
— you’re the only person in the world who can make him instantly calm down, relax and feel at peace in a matter of minutes.
— the viscount also loves laying besides you and cuddling with you when he’s had a horrible day, he just wants to feel you close to him.
— you always go out of your way to listen to your dearest husband, no matter what.
— the two of you are inseparable, and all of your family and friends think it’s adorable, but some of the ton (especially the women) think it’s annoying and are easily jealous whenever they see the two of you on a afternoon stroll together, as husband and wife.
— of course, anthony doesn’t care what the people of the ton thinks, they can fuck off for all he cares, all he wants is you by his side, always.
— anthony protects you a lot and in more ways than one once he realizes how clumsy his wife can be. he is overly protective of you, even when you get the tiniest of scratches, he’s there to kiss it and make it all better.
— he likes when you walk side by side, your arm wrapped around his as the two of you go shopping for you to buy new gowns, ribbons and shoes.
— money isn’t an issue for the viscount, he’ll buy you whatever you want, no matter what it is.
— speaking of clothes, all of his clothes are huge on you, they never fit. it fills his head with a bit of pride to be honest, seeing how small and tiny you are compared to him.
— being good friends with his siblings, his whole family simply adores you.
— daphne and you are the best of friends, growing up with one another, she’s how you actually met your sweet husband.
— he always rubs your ass when you’re laying on him, and if you’re acting up one day -- he’ll have no problem taking you into a private room and spanking you until your ass is raw and your cunt is soaked.
— always mocks you playfully when you can’t get your way, though anthony will usually give into you after a few minutes of your temper tantrum.
— when anthony kisses you, he always takes his time and cups your cheek, caressing it softly while biting down on your lower lip, teasingly.
— he always lets you cock warm him either with your mouth or cunt, but only if you’re a good little girl.
— anthony rubs your tummy and gets a warm compress to put on your tummy, whenever you have your time of month.
— his pet names for you are darling, my love, my sweet, dearest, sweet thing, etc…!
currently writing part two (2) of ‘sweet thing’ & then i’ll get to y’all’s requests..! also, i hope y’all are enjoying szn two (2) of bridgerton, i’m not watching until tomorrow when my mama comes home, but still i hope y’all are loving it ‹3
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