#╰ ––––––– ✧ ANTHONY BRIDGERTON : ic ˙

[incorrect-bridgerton-family]

Anthony: So you think Kate’s the girl for me?

Eloise: Oh yeah. She’s tons of fun, and you’re no fun at all. She completes you.

[pinayelf]

I think I'm assigning honeybee as biyaya's animal

for my ocs so far:

amihan - black cat

sinag - polar bear

immy - bunny

[maomao92]

Why are people always singing in these fanfics, it's hard enough to read with the grammar being all over the place but now you have the mc singing fight song in the middle of a ball😐

I can't do this shit no more 😩🤚🏽

[ner0ticmemories]

@roseguided sc. for your choice !

" .. my sincerest apologies. " bow to honor and nod of regret, the woman was nothing short of sheer beauty. a testament to the very definition. aroma of high class and elegence, blood crisp and refined with life. stance remained till her approval to disengage such position, but a curious gaze of her atoning features left rising eye to wander. " i can reassure your worry of me. i'm nothing but a mere man.. fond of what his eyes have.. laid upon, " he clears his throat, " - a monster i am not. "

[hopepaigeturner]

Does little Edmund also have powers? I would love to see his relationship with his uncles/aunts 🥹

Ohh little Neddy Bridgerton...yes, yes he has powers. For little Neddy Bridgerton, from the day he was born, has always had a companion--a phoenix. A phoenix that reacts to his emotions.

Kate intially thought Neddy's babbles and drawings were a figment of his imagination or Benedict's creation--after all, he was born and grew up on the edge of Benedict's dreamscape. It is not until they return to the present and Neddy almost burns down his room (for he wakes up without his mum or dad) do Kate and Anthony realise th

Neddy very quickly attaches to all his uncles and aunts--at a unusual pace. Like Eloise and Philip's twins, the Bridgertons/Umbrellas quickly become protective of little Neddy.

But his favourite, will always be Uncle Ben.

Uncle Ben who used to rock Neddy to sleep when Kate was on the edge of delirium. Uncle Ben who used to project the most wonderful stories on Neddy's bedroom wall. Uncle Ben who didn't speak much, but always let Neddy play with his daughter, Honey--even if his Amma didn't like that. Uncle Ben who told story after story about his papa Anthony, memories so real that Neddy could walk through them. So many memories about his aunts and uncles that when Neddy finally meets them it's as if he's known them his entire life.

[everythingheard]

with Elizabeth ( @ofrcgency ).

Anthony had known this day was coming; rather dreaded it, in fact. It had seemed simple enough to ignore when the eldest among his sisters, Daphne, still wore her strawberry-blonde curls long and raced merrily through the halls of their family home with their other siblings, yet the reality that it wouldn't last forever lingered in the back of his mind. Now, the day had arrived — she was to attend her first dance of the season, prepared to be courted by prospective suitors as a favorite of the Queen. Naturally, it wasn't proper for her to attend unaccompanied, which prompted the responsibility of chaperoning her to fall upon him.

Parties of this sort were hardly Anthony's preference, particularly when his mother had left it clear, under no uncertain terms, her hopes that he might meet an eligible lady of his own to reform him. How difficult it was when he felt forced to allow her to believe him flippant towards his duties as Viscount instead of speaking to her plainly! She wished for him a happiness that he harbored no intention of seeking, though his obligation to provide an heir was looming ever closer. To avoid it was impossible, and Anthony must take a wife — eventually.

As he walked amongst the revelers of the festivities they were attending that evening ( Daphne had already moved to the dance floor with her first partner of the night ), his mind was settled on stepping outside into the evening air — until a familiar countenance flitted past his gaze. His breath caught in surprise, though he shouldn't have been so foolish as to fail to anticipate her presence. When her dark eyes suddenly locked with his, Anthony wished he might escape to the garden or anywhere else she was not.

Nevertheless, he found his course veering in her direction, his hands clasped behind his back. To flee would indicate that he had a reason to do so, and he would not fall prey to it. "Miss Bennett." Anthony briefly bowed his head. So beautiful had she become; was she truly unattached? He had heard nothing to the contrary, and he was vexed by his gratification at the thought. The distance he had imposed between them some years ago had served its purpose, he was sure, which left him now to prove to himself that proximity to her was of no consequence. "It has been some time since last I saw you. I hope your family is well." Then, he extended his hand. "May I have the honor of this next dance?"

[cindysku]

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[livedtough]

@bajanbacca for kate!

He thought, not for the first time, how...surprising this all was. Or perhaps not surprising, but unexpected. He had always known that he would one day have to marry, but the idea that he would do so willingly, and, not only that, but to a woman he loved, was not one he had ever considered. He had never imagined Kate Sharma when he had been conducting his interviews of every eligible lady in the Ton.

Here he was, though. Happily, blissfully so. Happier than he'd ever imagined he could be.

Even if their carriage was currently suffering some catastrophic breakdown in, what it sounded like to him, the form of an unwilling horse. And maybe he was here, with the new-found love of his life, but that didn't stop the way his fists clenched, the way irritation flooded him.

"Do you think," he asked, looking to Kate, his darling, beautiful Kate, "that we will get to the country this year?"

[sodaabaa]

powdered sugar kisses 

anthony bridgerton x wife!reader anthony searches aubrey hall for his wife, only to find her where he least expected a viscountess to be.

tw: slightly nsfw, mostly fluff.

“Excuse me, would you happen to know where my wife might be?” Anthony asked a nearby maid. He’d searched nearly the entire house – quite a feat given the sheer size of his family’s estate – and he was beginning to worry when his wife was nowhere to be found. Most often when Anthony came home from whatever viscount duties required his attention that day, his wife could be found perched on a window sill with her nose in a book or tending to the garden. Today, she was not found reading nor gardening – and she wasn’t in their bedroom or any of the living areas either. The maid looked at Anthony, hesitant to answer his question. He raised an expectant brow, waiting for an answer.

“She’s in the kitchen, my lord,” she confessed.

The kitchen? What on earth could she be doing in the kitchen?

Anthony made his way downstairs to the kitchen, wondering what she could possibly be doing. He was met with the sight of his beloved wife wearing a flour-coated apron, bent over a tray of cookies. Her hair was tied up to keep it out of her face but despite the hastily done updo, stray hairs framed her face. Her brows furrowed in concentration as she held a bag of icing, piping intricate designs onto the cookies – or at least attempting to. “Was the cook indisposed?” He finally said, breaking the silence.

His wife jumped, startled at his sudden appearance.

“Anthony! When did you arrive?” She asked, a smile forming on her face. He looked her up and down, denoting his surprise at finding her in such an unusual position. 

"Just a moment ago -- what are you doing?" He asked.

“Oh! I felt rather restless this afternoon without you, so I thought perhaps I try my hand at baking. I made biscuits!” She explained, dusting her hands on her apron before removing it. She picked up one of the sweets, excitedly bringing it over to show Anthony. He watched her dazedly as she walked over, mesmerized by her beauty, even in her current state of disarray. 

"Yes, I gathered as much, you are aware you are a viscountess, correct?"

She rolled her eyes, brushing off his question.

“I’m not quite good at designing them just yet – but they taste fantastic!” She said, taking a bite out of the sugary biscuit and then offering it to Anthony. He took a bite as she held it up for him. “They taste lovely, much like the chef,” he said, leaning in to kiss her.

Nothing could taste sweeter than the woman before him. Though, perhaps that was the light dusting of powdered sugar on her lips from the cookie. He brought his lips to her sugared ones, letting the sweet dust melt away between them. She giggled into the kiss and Anthony had to restrain himself from taking her right here and now. His arms snaked around her waist, pulling her closer to him to deepen the kiss.

“Anthony!” She squealed.

He pulled away, “Why would one ever need such confections with a wife such as you?” He smiled at her fondly, he hated being away from her for long stretches of the day.

She blushed, narrowing her eyes at him 

“Feeling bashful, are we?” He peppered kisses along her cheek, making a path towards her ear. She tried to swat him away but he only held her closer, pressing her chest to his. His breath tickled her ear, eliciting another giggle to Anthony’s pleasure. 

“What if someone comes in, Anthony!” She said in a hushed voice, trying to keep her composure. 

“Let them,” he found her lips again. She moaned into the kiss, breaking all of Anthony’s last remaining bits of resolve. 

He hoisted her up on the kitchen counter, breaking their kiss to remove the rather inconvenient layers of clothing he wore. His wife looked up at him in shock though her chest rose and fell rapidly in anticipation. His hands found his wife’s waist once more, pulling her close and returning his lips to hers. Her hands came up to his chest, untying the laces at the front of his shirt, just as eager as he was to rid themselves of the pesky boundary. His lips trailed down her neck, hands reaching up to pull her neckline down. He made a path from her neck down to her chest and then her stomach, lifting her skirt as he made his way down. He kneeled before her, looking up at her as he found her inner thigh. She gasped, causing Anthony to smirk at her sensitivity. She was supple and soft and sweet as he placed rough kisses on her thighs, leaving a burning path behind as he inched closer to what he truly wanted to taste. 

“Anthony, please,” she begged. 

“Patience, dear wife,” he whispered. She groaned, her hands snaking up his neck, running through his hair. She tried to push him closer, but before she could, he grabbed each of her hands in his and held them against the counter. She whined and wiggled, upset at his restraint. He only laughed at her impatience, the sudden vibrations causing her to shudder. He would satisfy her eventually but Anthony had always been one to savor his desserts rather than indulge himself all at once.

[aphroditelovesu]

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く く く The Lost Queen | Yandere!Alexander the Great ❝You woke up near a military camp without remembering how and why you got there, you didn't understand why they were dressed like ancient Greeks, all you knew was that you weren't safe and you needed to get out of that place as soon as possible. Too bad for you that you found yourself attracting unwanted attention from the Macedonian King and he won't let you go so easily.❞ The Lost Queen Series Masterlist

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く く く The Bloody Viscount | Yandere!Anthony Bridgerton ❝You had fallen in love with Viscount Bridgerton and he had fallen in love with you. The marriage seemed perfect, but then why did Anthony Bridgerton always come home late and bloodstained?❞ Prologue; Chapter 1; Chapter 2;

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[everythingheard]

Mu Lan ( @dhampiravidi ) ▌sent 🎁 for a starter.

Whether they were cognizant of it or not, Anthony was aware of his siblings' moods without requiring so many words. After all, melancholy though it left him to dwell on, he was the ' father ' Gregory and Hyacinth had known for most of the former's life and the entirety of the latter's. Thus, his youngest brother's recent frustration with language studies hadn't escaped his notice. The notion had struck Anthony to secure a teacher who specialized in the subject, leading him to engage the services of a new governess who came highly recommended throughout the ton. The first week, while there appeared to be a benefit from the fresh method of learning that was provided, seven days time was hardly enough to witness thorough results. Nevertheless, as Gregory passed by his study the afternoon directly following that first week, he could still sense the vexation hanging over the boy's head like a stubborn storm cloud. Heading into the library where lessons usually took place, he found the young woman he sought there. "He continues to struggle." It wasn't stated as an accusation, but merely a fact. Anthony clasped his hands behind his back as he continued, "Tell my brother that it gets much easier." There was a short nod of his head. "Even the most difficult of subjects do with time, do they not?"

[livedtough]

It was, for what it was worth, Kate's influence that caused him to break from behind the walls he'd spent the last decade building, to begin to chip away at the stone that surrounded his heart. He hadn't allowed himself to do something as simple as be a brother instead of a Lord since their father's death, and only now, with her, had he begun to put some of that weight down. Which wasn't to say he was ready to set it down entirely, because it was his birthright and his responsibility, but perhaps he could begin, slowly, to be friend as well?

"To make sure I am paid back? How exactly will that be done?" Dare he even ask? He probably didn't want to know, but he couldn't let it go, could he?

He spoke, opening himself to her, and she kept her eyes on the table, and he was glad for it. He was able to look at her steadily, but had she turned to him, he may not have. Which wasn't to say that he ever minded eye contact, but he was already being quite a bit more open than he had experience with in the last decade, and those instincts were rusty. He exhaled softly, reaching out carefully, almost hesitantly, to put a hand on her shoulder. "You are a wonder," he said gently. "You are stubborn, yes, and I pity anyone who gets in your way, but you are...strong, and clever, and smarter than any man I have met. I will not say that it will not be difficult, because we men are a small-minded species, but I can say that should the day come that you find someone, whoever that may be, he will be a lucky man." He could not guarantee that it would be easy, or even that it would happen at all, but he could certainly guarantee his support.

He sounded like such an older brother instead of the rigid, stressed lord Bridgerton - no doubt Kate's influence, Eloise had suspected him lost forever - that she almost asked him to finish the bloody sentence for once, to be himself, instead of always holding back. She glanced in his direction, wishing Anthony could just be Anthony. But then, she also wished she could herself and forget all about colour schemes and boys she couldn't be with.

"Please, the more of us you torture now, the more will join the youngest siblings later on to make sure you are paid back in full."

But the last thing she had expected from him was for Anthony to show up again, not Lord Bridgerton, and for him to be so gentle and honest, and she stopped rearranging the table, which had already been perfect before, keeping her eyes firmly on the cutlery. "I don't... think I'm closing myself off, I think... the door was already closed. No man will ever... I'm not the sort of woman who is chosen out of love. I don't know what's going to happen, but..." her voice grew smaller, because frankly, she had thought up until not long ago that she and Penelope would share a future together, both spinsters and happy. "As much as I'd love to claim that romance is nonsense and all I need is a kindred spirit, I've learned the hard way that... if I must marry, I want to have what you and Kate have. If I can't, then I won't marry. And I... I don't believe that possible. I had a brief moment of hope, but..."

[reading-in-velaris]

Anthony Bridgerton

Forbidden Desires (smut) by @d-targaryenshoe

Cinderella Story 2 3 by @ladysharmaa

There's Still Time by @thegettingbyp2

Intentions by @thegettingbyp2

Caught by @thegettingbyp2

A Helping Hand by @thegettingbyp2

Scratch my Head, Please by @thegettingbyp2

Not so Bad by @thegettingbyp2

Someone Who Wasn't a Maid 2 by @thegettingbyp2

Yes, my lord? by @kylopen

Kinktober: Public Sex by @fayes-fics

Melt Away by @healmydesires

Take Your Hatred Out On Me (smut) by @leviathanspain

You Made Me by @margowritesthings

A Beneficial Arrangement by @fayes-fics

Smut-tember: Spanking by @fandom-puff

Awakening by @fayes-fics

Colin Bridgerton

A Moment Away by @pandorasfavorite

No Ring? No Problem by @agxxb

The Courting Season by @shy-taylorsversion

Secluded (smut) by @torturedbridgertonsdept

Enjoyment (smut) by @d4yl1ghts

Relentless (smut) by @torturedbridgertonsdept

Colin Bridgerton x reader smut by @natti-ice

Innocence (smut) by @mothdruid

Benedict Bridgerton

Simon Basset

Infatuation by @targaryenluvs

New Desires by @d4yl1ghts

Simon x reader smut by @fandom-puff

Smut-tember: Thigh Riding by @fandom-puff

Anthony Bridgerton x reader x Kate Sharma

Routine by @thebadgerclan

What You Do to Me by @thebadgerclan

Pall Mall by @thebadgerclan

Doubt by @thebadgerclan

Child/Sister!Reader

Anthony Bridgerton x Daughter!reader by @alyswritings

Kate Sharma x Stepdaughter!reader by @alyswritings

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader + Kate Sharma x stepdaughter!reader by @alyswritings

Anthony Bridgerton x daughter!reader by @alyswritings

Babies and Feminism by @alyswritings

Adult Drink by @alyswritings

Two Is Better Than One by @weirdmorefics

Papa's Girl by @weirdmorefics

Tag Your It (Eloise Twin!reader) by @weirdmorefics

This Could Work by @weirdmorefics

[fiction-is-life]

Congratulations on 500 non-bot followers! I just joined the ranks after reading the angstly little treat you did for @eleanor-bradstreet 🤩

I would like to request a blurb for Anthony from your prompt list. #8 - "Looks like we'll be trapped for a while."

This is so fun!

Trapped and Titillated

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for the follow, love, and for your kind words! I am so glad you liked Touchstone of Our Character!  I had so much fun writing this request; it is quite a bit longer than a blurb, but I hope that makes up for the fact it has taken me so long to write it!  Enjoy!

Summary: You are trapped with the Viscount.

Warnings: Angst, getting locked in a room, verbal fighting, steamy make out session, brotherly teasing

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The door wouldn’t budge.  Oh, I knew when that latch clicked, I was doomed.  Utterly doomed.  And it was all his fault.

“Well, you have done it now, my lord,” I seethed, letting the veneer of polite reserve fall away.  It was always thin around him anyway.

Anthony Bridgerton had the audacity to raise one perfect, dark brow.  “I have done it?” he intoned, his voice cutting through my rising panic, reinforcing who I was angry at.

“Yes,” I hissed.  “You shut the door behind you, and now it is jammed.  It may be hours before someone comes by and finds us, and what then?”

He took a step towards me, matching the one I had subconsciously taken, bringing us closer than society would deem acceptable.  “As far as I am concerned, I have only done what was my right.  This is my library in my home, and I may shut any door I please.”

“Not when an unmarried young lady is in said library - unaccompanied.  Or have you forgotten the rules of the Ton while you were busy raking about the kingdom?” I knew I had struck my mark when I saw the Viscount’s eyes darken, his whole body tensing.

“Miss (Y/L/N), you do not know of what you speak,” he said through clenched teeth, and I shivered from the ice in his tone.  Anthony certainly did not miss it.  “I was raised a gentleman, Miss (Y/L/N), as a member of one of the most respected families in all of England, no less.”  

I scoffed and raised my chin and matched his stance.  We were practically nose-to-nose with each other.  “Well, there must be an exception to every rule, my lord, and I suppose you are it.”

I wanted to take the words back as soon as I said them, terrified at the way his features turned from red-hot anger to a cold, stony silence.  I took a shaky breath.  “M-my lord, I apologize.  I believe I am overwrought from the events of today.  Please forgive me,” I spoke in a rush, not daring to make eye contact with those dark depths again.

A long moment passed before he cleared his throat, his complexion returned to a more normal hue but his posture still stiff.  “It looks like we'll be trapped for a while, Miss (Y/L/N).  We may as well make ourselves comfortable," he spoke in a clipped, quiet tone.  For some odd reason, I wished he would have yelled instead.

He must have noticed the look of panicked confusion on my face as I alternated between staring at him and the couches near the fire.  “Do not fear, Miss (Y/L/N), I shall strive to reign in my more ungentlemanly urges.  Your virtue is safe from me.”

I bit my lip, nodding at his words.  They were what I wanted to hear.  Right?  Oh, dash it!  I had never been prone to hysterics before, but something about being this close to the Viscount was making my thoughts and feelings a muddle.  So, I did the only thing that felt safe.

I pretended to read.

I believed it was working, too.  That is, until the Viscount cleared his throat again.  I wanted to roll my eyes at the realization that the smallest of his gestures still commanded attention.  I was looked over during a one-on-one conversation, but Lord Anthony Bridgerton could simply breathe in a certain way and every head would turn.

“Is there something you need, my lord?”  I asked, my eyes still blindly trained on the pages in front of me so that I missed his growing smirk.

“You must be a great reader, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said.

I raised one perfectly arched eyebrow.  “Yes, I do love a good book,” I returned, turning the page.

“You are most certainly a more avid reader than I.”

That made me look up at him, confusion wrinkling my brow.  “Why do you say that, my lord?” 

He openly smiled now, allowing me to see that little dimple in his one cheek.  “I have never mastered the art of reading words that are upside-down.”

“What?”  I looked down and finally saw what book I had picked up.  It was a tome on new farming practices, and it was indeed upside down.  

Well, I could not let him win that easily.  “I find I absorb the words much better when it is more difficult to read them.”  I looked down my nose as I had seen many women do.  “I believe it is important to challenge oneself, so one does not become ignorant and vain.”

His features twisted into a wry grin.  “Very true, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said in a tight voice.  He crossed over to the sofa I was sitting on and sat down - far too close for comfort.  “What are other pursuits that you find are challenging enough, may I ask?”

I knew he was goading me, but I simply could not back down from his challenge.  “Any activities I find rewarding, I suppose.”  I closed the book and tilted my head, staring him in the eye.  “Making sound investments, helping run the household, volunteering for charities,” I listed, not even trying to mask the smugness in my tone.  “Basically anything that contributes to society, unlike spending every night at gaming hells or with ladies of the night or -”

His lips crashed onto mine, cutting me off.  I felt positively surrounded by him as he crushed me into the back of the sofa, his strong arms encircling my waist and pulling me into him.  He smelled of bay rum and mint, and it was utterly intoxicating.  

At first, I was too shocked to react, but as his lips moved insistently on my own, I started to follow his lead.  He growled when I parted my lips, and my eyes shot open when he darted his tongue into my mouth, but it felt too good to pull away.  So, I pulled him closer.

My hands tangled in his dark locks, and when my fingers caught on a knot, Anthony pulled back slightly, moaning.  I gasped and pulled back.  “Did I hurt you, my lord?” I asked, concerned.

He groaned again, his eyes darkening further.  “Call me that again,” he growled, panting heavily.

My face twisted in confusion.  “My lord?”

“Yes,” he breathed, his lips finding mine again.  His hands wandered this time, sending pings of pleasure straight to my core.  I couldn’t hold back my own noises when his strong hands found my breasts, my nipples pebbling embarrassingly.  

I lost track of time as Anthony peppered wet kisses down my neck and over the swells of my breasts where my dress did not cover them.  He started to work his hand under the skirt of my dress when a crash was heard on the other side of the library.  

“Brother! Are you in here?  I need to get away from all of the matchmaking endeavours mother has concocted,” the voice of Anthony’s brother, Benedict, was heard.  Anthony’s head snapped up, a panicked look in his eyes.  

“Stay here.  I shall get rid of him,” Anthony whispered before rising from the sofa, straightening his jacket where I had mussed it.  “Brother.  You find me at an inopportune time.  I was just leaving,” he called out to his brother, trying to prevent him from seeing me.

“Why?  You already met with the steward this morning.  You have nothing else planned until dinner.”  Even I could hear the skepticism in Benedict’s voice as it grew closer.  

“Well, yes, but I thought I might go for a ride,” Anthony hedged.

“Wonderful!  I shall join you!”

“No!” Anthony shouted.  “I mean, I was wishing to ride out alone this time,” he finished in a more tempered tone.  

There was a long pause where I thought Benedict just may have believed the lie.  “Are you sure you want to be alone?  Because I think Miss (Y/L/N) might disagree.”  I gasped.  “I shall see you at dinner, brother, Miss (Y/L/N),” he said, a door closing behind him shortly after.  

I sat up with a huff, my cheeks flaming a brighter red than they had been before.  “I am sorry; I did not think anyone would follow me here -”

“What door did he come through?” I interrupted what was sure to be a very eloquent apology.

Now, the Viscount’s cheeks turned red and he scratched the back of his neck nervously.  “Well, um, he used the hidden entrance in the south wall.”

“Oh, you cad!” I screamed.  “Open it.  Now, my lord.”

Anthony silently moved toward the south wall, pulling a certain book back to reveal a hidden door.  I gathered my dignity about me as I fixed my skirts.  I caught a whiff of his cologne once more as I passed him, and for a brief moment, I wanted to turn back.  Instead, I held my head high, giving the Viscount one of those superior looks other ladies had mastered.  I wanted him to know I was not to be trifled with.

But I knew this was not the end of my encounters with the Viscount.

~

My Masterlist

[jude-duarte-wannabe]

welcome to the bakery

currently playing; the bakery by melanie martinez "pack it, box it, flip it, top it... the bakery, i'm tryna make some more"

this was inspired by @bunnys-kisses so go check out their page, such incredible stuff <3

when you request, please make sure to let me know if it's from my smut prompts or my soft ones [soft request prompts are still in the works]

hey lovely, how can i help? may i take your order? what do you feel like today? personally i'm in need of some iced tea and all you have to do is pick a dessert, drink and server of your choosing please, please, please don't forget to indicate who you want me to write about!! also please keep in mind that i haven't written anything in a while so it might take a bit for me to back into the groove of it. <3

the bakeries i currently have open are: formula one, resident evil, bridgerton and criminal minds, just for now.[but i am open to any other fandoms you might have in mind! please do not hesitate to ask!!]

the servers i'm currently writing for include; charles leclerc, carlos sainz, lewis hamiltion, pierre gasly, lando norris, max verstappen, oscar piastri, leon kennedy, carlos oliveria, chris redfield, anthony bridgerton, benedict bridgerton, colin bridgerton, spencer reid, aaron hotchner and luke alvez.

i do also accept polyam relationships! [pairing + reader] but only three people just to make it manageable on my end!

all orders can be made to the inbox for @jude-duarte-wannabe and i'll get your order together when i can also let me know if you want your order to...

be extra hot; real smutty or have sweetener; extra fluffy

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the bakery menu;

pound cake; "i can be rough and i don't want to hurt you"

churro's; "does my sweet boy need comforting"

cheese scone; "let your brother find out, i don't fucking care"

mille-feuille; "that's it, shit, such a good fucking girl"

cinnamon buns; "no promises"

gingerbread; "i mean i would totally make out with her/him but like platonically, you know"

baguette; "give me a minute, i really need to tickle the shit out of you"

pretzel; "i was never meant to fall for you"

cornbread; "you taste really good"

strawberry shortcake; "he's so cute, i really want to bite him"

soda bread; "wait a second... am i your lockscreen'

focaccia; "i could beat the shit out of you" "i know"

choux pastry; "i can't believe i ever loved you"

pumpkin muffin; "shut up... my girls asleep"

dinner roll; "holy shit, you still love him/her"

cakepop; "goodnight to my future wife, fuck the rest of you"

pull apart bread; "i love you"

souffle; "i'll be gentle"

powdered doughnuts; "marry me"

s'more; "the accent got to you, didn't it"

waffles; "you spill a single fucking drop and we're starting again"

shortbread biscuits; "if he pisses me off again, i'm fucking his girl"

red velvet cupcake; "does he know that i cum deep inside his little angel'

pancakes; "no, we can't, not here"

coffee cake; "i need to breed you"

french toast; "i don't think it'll fit"

crepes; "go back to sleep, you don't need to be awake for this sweetcheeks"

sweet pastry; "i'm trying to get you pregnant, now shut up and let me concentrate"

butter tart; "stop, don't fake it"

sugar pie; "stop wriggling"

zebra cake; "i'll make it fit"

carrot cake; "dirty girl"

date scone; "i'm going to make you a mama and your going to make me a daddy"

cookie; "do you feel that, how fucking deep i am"

brownie; "no fucking touching"

cheesecake; "don't yell at me"

pumpkin pie; "are you nibbling on me"

chocolate cake; "i'll use protection, i promise"

spice pie; "i wonder if your brother know that i cum inside you"

apple crumble; "i can't do this while you cat/dog is watching"

sausage roll; "i hate being your secret"

blueberry slice; "but what if somebody see's"

mushroom pie; "that looks like it hurt"

apple tart; "what do you mean you want me to choke you"

lemon slice; "i forget how small you are sometimes"

swiss roll; "your glasses are fogging up"

truffle; "send me an audio of you moaning"

oaty slice; "you smell like me"

cream puff; "this ends when your pregnant"

custard slice; "no hiding your face"

victoria sponge; "you wanna hold my hand"

english muffin; "i could die between these legs"

bagel; "where you going, this ain't over"

banana bread; "i can't believe you broke my bed"

hot cross buns; "i'll pay for the damages"

apple turnover; "can you keep it down"

fudge; "what do you mean noise complaint"

peach cake; "i've never done this"

tiramisu; "how could you be so stupid"

crumb cake; "nobody has to know"

custard tart; "you gonna let me cum inside"

date pudding; "your going to let me rawdog you, oh fuck"

mince pie; "so fucking dumb"

angel food cake; "did you just squirt, since when could you do that"

savory scroll; "stop stressing, i'm not going to post it"

chocolate chip cookie; "did you just call me pretty boy"

croissant; "don't you dare"

elcairs; "don't, leave them on"

chocolate mousse; "i'm sorry"

boston cream pie; "fuck it's dripping down your legs"

and to drink;

coffee; somnophilia kink

tea; semi public

juice; breeding kink

mocha; daddy kink

peppermint tea; mommy kink

vodka shot; rough sex

sparkling water; gentle sex

oat milk; one night stand

soy milk; friends with benefits

coconut milk; friends to lovers

almond milk; grumpy x sunshine

energy drink; doggy style

turmeric latte; fake dating

cold brew; possessive

espresso shot; dirty talking

chamomile tea; choking kink

glass of water; aftercare

herbal tea; soft but only for you

milkshake; size kink

pina colada; pregnancy

matcha latte; mixed with smau

cider; body worship

mai tai; loss of virginity

margarita; unprotected sex

chai; biting or hickeys [please let me know which]

earl grey; big cock

tonic water; age gap

soda; protected sex

root beer; caught in the act

americano; oral sex

whiskey; degrading language

vitamin water; dom/sub dynamics

irish coffee; drunk sex

lemon water; secret relationship

dark roast; sub character

hot chocolate; sub reader

iced tea; accentally leaking relationship

flat white; brothers best friend

iced latte; best friends brother

iced mocha latte; plus sized reader

smoothie; belly bulge

doppio coffee; wall sex

green tea; spiting kink

cortado; belly kisses

affogato; a bet

lemon ginger tea; single mom/dad

berry smoothie; accidental pregnancy

sunshine smoothies; fake dating

cappuccino; secret baby

rice milk; baby fever

cashew milk; somebody flirts with your bf/gf

iced chai; forehead kisses

[livedtough]

She laughed, and he liked it. What a strange thing it was to enjoy the warmth of another's company after so many years of having buried that part of himself. His mother would be the first to tell anyone who listened just how quick Anthony had been with a joke, with something warm and kind. But then, well, then a boy had been forced to become a man, and that part of him had died. She, though, made a part of that boy come back. Or perhaps wake up would be the proper term?

"That's where you're wrong, because I happen to have a brother that's a rather talented artist, and I'm not above scratching his signature off a piece and replacing it with my own." A joke, yes, but also entirely serious. Not that he really thought Benedict would agree to it, but he didn't necessarily need permission.

He smiled, perhaps a touch wickedly. "Never ask a man what he does in his leisure time. I will spare you the details, but, yes, there are clubs. We drink, we complain." He almost shared that there were, occasionally, women that visited, but he had to remind himself that she was a woman herself, and even she might gawk at the mention of...women of a certain occupation, shall we say?

"Perfect. I shall dedicate my victory to you." Which he probably wouldn't do, as he craved victory too much to put it in anyone else's hands, but the thought counted, didn't it? "I would not waste your time planning a speech. It would only become kindling."

Bonnie actually giggled at that, delighted by the welcoming atmosphere - she was going to store such memories for rainy days, when trapped in her room, in her bed, by the pain. Or by her mother, depending on her luck. But even as she paid attention to her new friend, her gaze darted from one piece of art to the other, and to all decoration and flowers in the hall, wanting to take everything in.

"Perhaps I'll ask you to paint me a reward, that would certainly cost you," she offered teasingly, remembering his not particularly positive view on the subject, eyes sparkling with joy.

"Were you working, or were you finally having some leisure time? Books? Or... uh... you are a man, drinks? Clubs? I heard there are clubs." Still wasn't quite sure of what happened in those, since they seemed to belong to men only.

'We Bridgertons go for blood in Pall Mall' only made her wish to be a part of the game. "I'll drink my tea as aggressively as possible then, to join in spirit." She glanced curiously at the next painting on the wall before turning back to look at him with the most amused of smiles: "That's lovely, I will quote it in my victory speech. You are lucky I'm one knee short of playing Pall Mall, or I'd get to quote it twice."