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.
so far i have added anthony bridgerton, sophie beckett and violet bridgerton ( with a canon and a younger verse ) i may consider adding more canons as i read through the series, but also if there is anyone you want to write against, let me know.
ORIGINALS :
benjamin de vaillant — ben's mother passed away first, then his father a few weeks later. they say the late king died of a broken heart. ben was named king very prematurely and he was not ready to bear the weight of the crown. society pressured him to find a wife, but he had no luck in france, so he accepted the queen of england's offer to participate in their current season to try to find a wife.
drusilla lovelace — the lovelaces are cursed. at least, that is what the people of the ton whisper about whenever one of the surviving members of the family walks through the market or shows up to an event. in recent generations, lovelace women have passed away at a young age, usually shortly after giving birth to one or more heirs. it is dru's turn to be presented to society, but as expected, she is having a hard time finding potential suitors.
indira petrova — indy is in her second season, but she's more interested in the other girls presenting themselves to society than she is in any of her potential suitors. her mother keeps pressuring her to find a husband, and her father has even threatened to marry her off to one of his friends if she doesn't accept a marriage proposal soon. in her first season, she was proposed to three times, making a mockery of her family ( according to her parents. )
josephine elmsworth — posey has waited her whole life for her season to start. she's idealistic with her head in the clouds and she can't wait to fall in love. her older brother jules is presenting her to society since her father passed away a year ago. at least, he was supposed to be presenting her, but he's too busy flirting with all the other girls with no intention of finding a wife.
VERSES :
alex claremont-diaz — as the only son of american royalty, alex is very well known, and his hand in marriage has been the talk of the ton. unfortunately for the ladies of the season, he seems to be noncommittal in the pursuit for a wife, as he sneaks around with a british noble, and still a hangable offense.
daniel le domas — daniel would be a rake if he had any motivation. instead of meeting potential suitors, he spends most of the time at the taverns. his family was very well known around the ton . . . for all the wrong reasons but they all died in a tragic house fire. now lord le domas is head of the house and the talk of the ton, but he wants nothing to be disassociated from his family so he can move on.
evie grimhilde — lady whistledown called her the season's sapphire instead of a diamond due to her signature royal blue dresses. she entered her season in a bid to get away from her evil queen mother. the grimhildes were once one of the most loved families in england before their titles and land were stolen away from them.
grace le domas — grace is a dowager after her husband and his family were all killed in a tragic house fire ( except for one of his brothers ) on her wedding day. now she's just trying to survive in the ton without a husband or any land while dispelling any rumors about her and the family she was supposed to be married into.
rebekah mikaelson — as the youngest surviving member of the mikaelson family, and the only girl, her presentation was highly anticipated about the ton. unfortunately for rebekah, the three brothers in town have a terrible habit of scaring away any of her potential suitors instead of helping her secure an engagement.
rosalie hale — rosalie was orphaned at a young age and taken in by a wealthy family. even though she is not biologically their child, they have always treated her like she was, and that included presenting her into society, but she proved to be difficult, showing no real interest in finding a husband, at least in the traditional way that society expected her to. she participated in three seasons before she stopped and started supporting her siblings in their pursuits.
she’d been caught staring. how terrible. udyati swallowed audibly and attempted to steer the conversation back to books before she did something that she couldn’t take back, such as tell eloise bridgerton that she’s lovely. or, worse, kiss her.
why couldn’t her brain stop thinking about what it was like to kiss her?
“i, uh, i’ve read sense and sensibility. it’s been a while, actually, since i did. um, i don’t know if it makes any sense whatsoever, so please don’t laugh at me, but... but i always thought that sense and sensibility was written by the same person who, ah, wrote pride and prejudice.”
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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…!
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Uma família simples e muito amorosa, os Bryton são donos de uma padaria há três gerações e o negócio sempre foi tanto paixão quanto tradição para Katherine, a terceira filha e única menina. Não viviam com luxos e a ocupação não era fonte de nobreza, nunca tendo rendido a eles participação ativa na sociedade apesar de terem clientes bastante fiéis e influentes. Desde pequena habituada com a rotina singela, Katherine sempre se viu feliz na cozinha e estava eternamente disposta a passar todo o tempo possível na padaria, encontrando algo muito terapêutico e especial em transformar ingredientes simples em uma invenção tão saborosa que era capaz de tocar o coração de até mesmo as pessoas mais notórias e importantes, independente das mãos humildes de quem havia preparado.
Apesar do status de forma alguma sofisticado de sua família, seus pais eram bastante queridos, o que possibilitou que Katherine fosse trabalhar para a influente família Davenport em sua juventude. A garota apenas concordou em sair da zona de conforto de sua tão querida ocupação diante da promessa de que na nova residência também teria a oportunidade de exercer a atividade. Começou o trabalho justamente na cozinha com suas deliciosas criações, mas não demorou para ganhar o coração dos Davenport no processo. Sempre uma garota gentil e solícita, sua companhia geralmente banhada por sorrisos e bons espíritos, o que fazia de Katherine uma pessoa positivamente radiante de manter por perto. Foi ali que teve seu primeiro real contato com uma temporada social, a partir da amizade bastante próxima que desenvolveu com a única filha da família que era alguns anos mais velha do que Katherine. A jovem Bryton nunca possuiu grandes ambições ou sonhos elaborados, realmente satisfeita e feliz com a simplicidade de tudo que fazia, mas acompanhar de perto todas as atividades fez com que ela encontrasse mais uma paixão. Amava a ideia de bailes opulentamente decorados, vestidos lindos, longas conversas de cortejo, dança e mais outras nuances que a faziam sentir a mesma alegria de quando experimentava algo preparado com muito esmero. Katherine se viu perdidamente apaixonada pela ideia do amor que tanto vendiam, algo que via nas risadinhas animadas e sussurros em confissão da melhor amiga quando esta encontrou seu par, ainda na primeira temporada. Katherine desejou tanto aquilo tudo que pela primeira vez na vida, aos dezoito anos, sentiu o peso de almejar por algo maior do que poderia ter.
A partir de então, passou a admirar a temporada de longe, ou então do mais perto que lhe era possível. Leitura ávida dos folhetins de Lady Whistleup, absorvia através das páginas tudo que podia sobre um mundo distante demais do seu, mas que não deixava de a fascinar. Quando os Davenport fizeram a proposta anos depois de patrociná-la para uma temporada – a única filha já estava casada e possuíam apego o suficiente pela jovem Bryton para sequer pensarem demais ao oferecer um gesto de tamanha grandiosidade –, Katherine sequer teve a polidez de recusar educadamente como talvez mandasse o figurino. Era demais, uma dádiva que provavelmente não tinha feito por onde para merecer, mas algo que ela queria muito para recusar. E, além disso, a sutileza nunca havia sido mesmo um de seus pontos fortes. Portanto, foi assim que Katherine se encontrou na temporada social de súbito, provavelmente despreparada e imensamente inadequada no geral. Nada disso importa pra ela o suficiente para desistir, no entanto. Está determinada a oferecer o melhor de si, divertir-se e, acima de tudo, aproveitar cada segundo dessa oportunidade única.
Katherine é vivaz, carinhosa e atenciosa, como se espera para uma menina criada em uma família feliz e somente com irmãos. Não tem domínio da grande maioria dos assuntos valorizados pela alta sociedade e seus conhecimentos baseiam-se muito no que é prático, cotidiano, de alguma forma útil. Ainda assim, é uma companhia agradável que consegue conversar por muitas horas se lhe for dada a devida oportunidade – desnecessário dizer que seu assunto favorito é, de longe, comida. Não é muito sofisticada ou delicada (definitivamente muitos a consideraram nada mais do que uma caipira qualquer), por várias vezes alheia do que é apropriado ou não dizer, mas esforça-se sempre para ser adequada e melhorar sem perder sua essência. A única característica para qual tem pouca tolerância é desdém e desconsideração geral, especialmente se tratando daqueles que juram serem melhores do que os outros. Possui um senso de humor leve e não nutre muitas ambições, busca apenas divertir-se e deslumbrar-se um pouco com a ideia do amor.
