#i will write fic. i WILL write a fic. someone dare me to write a fic….

[ithebookhoarder]

Could you write an Anthony Bridgerton x wife!reader fic? They are newly weds and the reader wishes to pamper Anthony while he is bathing. He’s a bit cautious about it at first because he is not used to such affection. Thank youu I love your writing a lot especially the truth or dare fic.

In Your Hands (Anthony Bridgerton x Wife!Reader)

A/N: First of all, thank you so much! And I hope you like this. Thanks for sending this ask in, luckily I was already toying with a few Bridgerton ideas thanks to the new trailers so this came surprisingly easy.

Also, if any of you guys enjoy my work, or just feel like it, then consider buying me a cup of coffee here: https://ko-fi.com/ithebookhoarder ☕️

Warnings: Nudity references, the start of sexy-times, alcohol 

Masterlist

Anthony was someone who hated routine. After all, as much as he was devoted to the day to day duties that came with being the head of his family, if he had his way he would escape the city and the ton, choosing instead the peace and tranquility offered by the countryside, at Aubrey Hall. He dreamed of being able to be just a brother, son and - as of recently - a husband. 

Only married a few months, your new husband was keen to seize each and every opportunity to escape his duties when they appeared - whether it was sneaking off for long rides in the countryside, or making an early exit from whatever social gathering you both had been forced to attend as the new Viscount and Viscountess Bridgerton; Whatever allowed you both to be alone and back in one another’s arms (usually sans clothes) as soon as possible, was a good idea to him. 

It was no surprise then, that there was one part of his daily routine that Anthony actually relished: bathing. 

Oh, yes. There was little more in the world that could bring your fully-grown husband such child-like joy as being able to soak in a tub of steaming hot water for an hour or two. The sight always made you smile as you entered your bedroom: Anthony, half asleep, looking as if the stress had physically melted away. 

It was your favourite sight - and not just because of the exquisite view it granted you of his sculpted form - but because of how calm and peaceful he looked. It was as if he had transformed back into the mischievous and carefree boy you’d first fallen in love with all those years ago. Back when your only concerns had been not tripping on your skirt at your presentation, making sure you were actually asked to dance at a ball, and surviving the social season without embarrassing your family or getting yourself roped into some scandal. 

Whilst you knew neither you nor Anthony would ever change a single thing about your life together, you knew it came with a cost. In fact, today it had been enduring hours of talks with local tenants, the family’s book keeper, estate managers, and even several possible suitors looking to secure some kind of marriage contract with one of his younger sisters. (You’d been informed by several members of the household staff that those meetings had been remarkably swift, however, with each unfortunate man looking rather dejected as they were shown from the house). 

If you’d been able to spare him the pain or share his burden you would have, but unfortunately you’d been occupied with matters of your own. Being the lady of such a grand estate came with duties of its own, and you were quite done looking over seating arrangements, replying to correspondence, and paying social calls for one day.  

Still, at least you’d both survived to tell the tale - no wonder Anthony looked half asleep. Then again, maybe it had something to do with the open bottle of whiskey that sat on the table beside the tub. You knew without looking at the label which bottle it was, having smuggled it out of the library yourself to enjoy together. 

“Anthony Bridgerton!” A fake gasp of horror escaped your lips as you appeared in the doorway, a hand pressed to your chest. “You are a sneak and a traitor. That whiskey was for me too, you know.”

“And a good evening to you too, my love. Never fear, there’s plenty to share,” he teased, head relaxed, tipped backward as he took a sip from the glass in his hand. Your eyes were transfixed on the hollow of his throat, watching his Adam’s apple bob as he swallowed. “Besides, I would apologise but I simply couldn’t wait a minute longer. Not when I couldn’t feel my back from sitting at that desk all afternoon.”

The moan that escaped his lips was almost sinful as he sank a little lower in the water.  

“Well, you’re forgiven. You look far too content for me to even dream of being mad,” you sighed, drawing close and perching on the rim of the tub. Anthony handed over the whiskey glass with a soft smile, letting you take a sip of your own before you placed it back onto the table. 

You could feel the warmth seep into your bones immediately, even if that was also likely in part to your proximity to the tub and your naked husband. 

“Do you want me to wash your hair?”

Anthony’s eyebrows rose at the question, the surprise written across his face. “What?”

“You heard me,” you teased, reaching up to run your fingers through the soft strands of hair atop his head. “I can wash your hair, and get your back for you. Unless you’d rather do it yourself, or I can ring for someone?”

“What? No, that’s uh, that’s not necessary,” he chuckled, visibly flustered - which was amusing and perplexing. After all, it wasn’t as if you two hadn’t seen and touched every single inch of the other in the weeks since your wedding. However, he looked almost confused at the idea that you would offer such a thing. “You don’t have to do that.”

“But I want to,” you soothed. “Let me take care of you, for once. Husband.”

It was probably below the belt to purr his title like that, but you knew how that one little word had the power to reduce the great Viscount Bridgerton to a puddle. That, along with the warmth of the water and the buzz of the whiskey, made him almost pliant to your every whim. Still, you knew him well enough to recognise the lingering hesitation in his eyes as he nodded in agreement. 

He very rarely let his guard down or allowed anyone to assist him in any way. You sometimes believed that had the servants not been dependant upon their work to make a living that Anthony would have dismissed them long ago and tried to run the entire estate single handedly just to prove he could. That he was worthy of the title he bore, and that he was every bit as great a man, brother, and husband as his father. 

It appeared he was the same way when it came to letting himself be taken care of and it made your heart ache for the man you loved. 

Pressing a triumphant kiss to his lips, you swiftly manoeuvred yourself, pulling up a stool and grabbing a jug from the dresser.  

“Just relax… trust me,” you murmured, waiting until he did as he was bid. The gesture alone said volumes, more so than any words ever could. 

Waiting until his eyes were shut, you reached for the soap, tilting his head against your chest as you began to massage the mixture into his scalp. Yet again, your husband seemed to transform into a cat, purring with every touch in a way that made it suddenly very difficult to resist the urge to strip off and join your husband in the water instead. 

“Enjoying yourself?” You giggled as Anthony barely managed more than a groan in reply. 

It was taking every ounce of your self control to focus your attentions solely on Anthony, and not on the way his body seemed to be reacting to your ministrations. Thankfully, you were able to last long enough to finish the job, using the jug to rinse the water through his hair, making sure to angle his head upwards so the water ran off him instead of into his eyes. 

But you were only human; the minute you were done washing the last suds from his scalp you made your move. Sliding off the stool, you knelt beside him and reached out to caress his cheek, causing him to open his eyes almost sleepily. Leaning forward you planted a soft, delicate kiss to his lips, causing him to groan in response.

Without saying a word, his hands rose, twisting their way into your hair as he deepened his kiss. It was clear what he wanted next. 

“Now, wife,” he growled, pulling back just long enough to reach down and tug teasingly at the tie of your dress-robe. You could feel the warmth of his touch as his wet body began to dampen the material. “I think it’s your turn to let me take care of you… so you’d better get in here, before I drag you in here.”

#ithebookhoarder #masterlist #thesilentmage #anthony bridgerton x reader #bridgerton x reader #anthony bridgerton x you #anthony bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #bridgerton fanfiction #jonathan bailey #Bridgerton

[pixiecactus]

because i just saw a post related in the tag and some discourse in other site (how did you guess it was quora)... did you know that this arya quote:

A thousand years ago, she had known a girl who loved lemon cakes. No, that was not me, that was only Arya

is about our lord and saviour sansa stark? if you don't believe it, or if you do, because how dares someone like arya like a dessert full of patriarchal femininity like lemon cakes too, you can found more about this in the new edition of the asoiaf books: asosas "a song of sansa and sansa" because what do you mean grrm has done interviews naming his favourites characters and sansa is not even mentioned once, i don't see it, i don't hear it. everything grrm writes is about sansa, did you know young grrm looked like kit harington when he was young, what do you mean kit harington's jon snow portrayal is not at all like the books description, of course it is, and grrm and kh both married a red headed woman, that is foreshadowing, let me show you all of my metas that's all based on jonsa fics and not in the books. all hail the red wolf of winterfell... what do you mean that this sobriquet is not even in the books? what do you mean that the animal comparison sansa get in the books is a bird? no no no she's all direwolf, the most "stark" of them all, the rest of her siblings will die and get stuck inside their wolves to finally give queen sansa the wolf pack she always deserved and was born to command. ps: talking about the fact that sansa is a lannister by marriage, and robb disinherited her in his will for this same fact, and also currently wanted by the crown for regicide is plain old misogyny... do you truly hate girls winning that much?

(this is h e a v y sarcarsm ofc, salt if you will. i do think i need it to clarify because sansa stans are definitely not known for their media analysis abilities)

#a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #arya stark #anti sansa stark #just to be safe #anti sansa stans #anti jonsa

[demigods-posts]

canonically, percy isn't aware of the crushes people have on him until it's too obvious to deny — like when annabeth kissed him, or when nico straight up told him. and since percy isn't aware of rachel's crush on him until the beginning of tlo, that means there was a point in time when rachel was actively trying to get with him and he had no idea. and it's not even his fault lol. he just only saw her as his good friend and just thought her advances were her being friendly. i just have to see this in action.

#percy jackon and the olympians #pjo #pjo text post #pjo headcanon #percy jackson #rachel elizabeth dare #just imagine rachel taking percy to an expensive event and holding his hand #and percy's all: #'oh my friend is probably anxious of big crowds. let me hold her hand because friends help each other in their time of need🥰' #or rachel taking any chance she gets to grab his bicep or touch his shoulder #and he's all: #'rachel is a very affectionate person. it's cool tho. so am i when i'm around people i care about. rachel is such a cool friend🥰' #i desperately need someone to write a fic or sum lol

[darlin-djarin]

too many thoughts in my head so anyway consider deaf din djarin. he gets caught up in a lot of explosions and i feel like that impacts his hearing a lot.

his hearing loss started on aq vetina that day he lost his parents- some explosion threw off his hearing and he was too confused in the moment to realize his ears weren’t working as well. and then later when he gets adopted into the covert, he realizes his hearing gets just worse and worse over time. i’ve seen theories that the armorer is a tusken raider and so when din was younger, the armorer taught him tusken sign language. he relied a lot on it when he was little and hadn’t taken up the creed yet. the armorer probably also designed little hearing aids for him.

yk how din is very observant and silent? being deaf keeps you totally visually dependent so he watches people a lot for their mannerisms and behaviors and body language so he can understand context. din probably doesn’t talk a lot because he’s self conscious over the fact he might’ve developed a deaf accent since he lost his hearing when he was very young (the reason he talks more often with grogu privately is because he’s gotten comfortable enough with using his voice around the kid).

anyway, eventually, when he took the creed, the armorer developed a built in advanced hearing aid system into his helmet, so he could hear really well with his helmet on. that’s why he prefers keeping his helmet on even when he’s alone or in private. whenever he takes off his helmet, he pretty much can’t hear. his hearing only gets worse and worse as he goes off and does bounties that concern explosions and loud noises, to the point where he can barely hear anything without some sort of aid.

anyway yk that scene with din being helmetless where that imperial officer was talking to din and he asked him what his name was and din was hesitating and confused??? deaf moment. he couldn’t understand what the officer was saying. he was relieved that migs helped him out because he has no idea what was going on. and then that helmetless scene where he took it off for grogu? boy couldn’t hear anything as he watched grogu leave with luke, just like how he couldn’t hear anything as he watched his parents leave him underground. it hits hard for him honestly.

anyway that’s just me and my little deaf din headcanon that probably won’t leave my thoughts for the next billion years.

#i will write fic. i WILL write a fic. someone dare me to write a fic…. #star wars #star wars headcanons #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #luke skywalker #the armorer #oil. #migs mayfeld

[antaripirate]

guess who finished their goddamn motherfucking bastard dissertation ‼️‼️

time to write some lila/kisimyr‼️

#she’s finally done #what did you mean 900mg if caffeine in 6 hours isn’t good for someone barely 5ft #shut the fuck up i’ve been so on permanent fight or flight since i was four anyway #also blame the unmediated adhd because this country is a fucking nightmare #yapping bc i can’t believe i’ve finally finished the bastard #and got her under the word count limit #i am also now the world expert on this fucking crater now #which is very cool i won’t lie #to reward myself i am going to write a lila/kisimyr fic and no one can stop me #they would’ve had some very good sex #prove me wrong i dare you #will delete this lmao

[lesbrarian]

"Francesca" says "life can be horrible but love makes it worth it, and if I had to go through all the pain again to get to you I would do it without hesitation," which is why it is Crowley-coded.

But it also says "fuck religion, choose love," which is why it is ALSO Aziraphale-coded.

In conclusion: a Good Omens Hozier song second only to From Eden and Take Me to Church.

#someone please write a fic where crowley or aziraphale is forced to re-live the last 6000 years and they do it without hesitation #call it 'i'd tell them put me back in it' #or basically any of the other lines. literally any one. #'i could find you darling in any life' #'if i could hold you for a minute i would do it again' #how dare you mr hozier sir #hozier #good omens #ineffable husbands

[hermanunworthy]

yall does my lack of personal romantic experience Show in my writing 😭

#i sure do enjoy writing kiss scenes for someone who has never even experienced a kiss before #technically. #im so obsessed w the concept of romance and intimacy but my ass does NOT have the balls to do more than hold hands #but when i write i always have to pretend to know what im talking about anyways #not to start vemting but ive been thinking about my relationship w romance a SHIT ton lately and its all been really confusing and stressful #*venting #i wish it was easy to understand and participate in!!!!! #fun fact i was originally planning on posting all my fics anonymously bc i was THAT embarrassed about people seeing me write romance #im glad i didnt do that but i still get extremely nervous posting stuff #bc my brain will be like 'how DARE u write about those characters kissing. that is so shameful. everyone is disgusted by u now' #this is getting too venty bye #feelings!! scary!!!! #siren says

[junietuesday]

on the one hand ive never really written a full-scale fic collaboratively and it sounds like it would be SUCH a fun time to brainstorm and write a big epic fic w someone else bc you get to bounce ideas off each other, have another person to work together on building the prose with, someone to pick up the slack when you falter and you for them, just have someone by your side through the process just as hype as you abt the fic, etc. etc. but the problem is that i dont know if i can actually give up any creative control. like i know from the times ive planned ideas w others and school group projects and just my whole personality that im totally happy to accept others' ideas when i like them, but when i have a Serious Disagreement w someone else abt creative direction, its like, i cannot let go if i think my idea is right. and i would be too shy to confront my cowriter abt it but if my idea really doesnt go through i will be bitter abt it forever </3

#june speaks #and also i dont know how i would ever ask to write something w someone else. like ''heyyy so theres this idea we talked abt/i had/whatever #would you want to write a fic abt it w me?'' it just feels too presumptive and weird what if theyre like ''how dare you ask me such a thing #why would i ever agree to something like that blocked and unfollowed and publicly shamed forever.'' yes i know my brain is irrational.

[summerflingsandthings]

Hey who wants to suffer through my stupid ass Pokémon Rom-Com DNF fic?

#i double dog dare someone to indulge me #aplomb the mudkip is here #*(makes little kissy noises like you use to coax a cat)* #come on #doncha wanna see what cliche ass pokemon i chose for dream? #summer writes #dnf fic

[wildelydawn]

Damn, If These Walls Could Talk. | A KinnPorsche: the Series FanFic.

Hello all, Vegas scares the jesus out of me, so I thought I'd write this to terrify myself some more. I initially wanted to write this as smut because I love wall sex, but again, Vegas really does scare me, so I encourage anyone to take this idea and run with it.

All feedback/criticism is always appreciated!

Plot Summary:

“How are you, Pete?” Vegas asks. “Seems like all I see lately is you right within my reach.” He stares into Pete’s eyes before slowly moving his hand down his face, to his chin. “Why is that?”

(Or: At the end of episode seven, Vegas puts Pete against a wall and teases the hell out of him.) 

Please read the tags before reading.

Read the story on Ao3!

#KinnPorsche #kinnporshe the series #Pete x Vegas #Vegas x Pete #kinnporsche ep 7 #VegasPete #Vegas Theerapanyakul #Pete #Kinnporsche FanFiction #myfics #my fics #okay but I cannot possibly be the only one who is absolutely terrified of Vegas as a character #Like I would absolutely be all snuggles with Bible #But good god Vegas #I wouldn't DARE #*Also if someone does write a fic of Vegas and Pete having sex against a wall please send it to me

[notfknapplicable]

WHO is out here posting AI-generated fic on Ao3?????????!

I just wanna talk

#if I have to stress and cry over fic writing then so do YOU #for real tho someone inbox me and tell me why you'd use AI to write your fic #and then dare to share it with the world #like someone without shame #ao3 is an achive #to me this is like when corporations or Scientologists donate 'literature' to the library #that ain't literature #hahaha but we DO have some of those super secret OT level books in our collection here #that's what happens when folks die and their kids donate their books to us without checking what's in it

[altruistic-meme]

IM GONAN LOSE MY SHIT

#i posted a pic on my insta story where you could see some of my fic #mostly cus i was just jokingly complaining about writing cus 'it's fun. i like doing this. (sobbing crying screaming)' #and someone i have been mutuals with over there for like. years. but have never spoken to #messaged me asking if it was a snowbaz fanfic :'))))) #bc you can see simon's name in the photo dskhfsfhk #(you can. you can also see wilhelm's name. but we are apparently ignoring him sdkfdsfh) #anyway what a WILD encounter. i told them no it was yr and they went #ah yes. power. carry on then. #im lsoing it on the floor of my apartment now #i wonder if the pun was intended #shh ac #wip: dare(d) to do it

[capybaraonabicycle]

Ruth / Fugitive!Doctor for the character bingo thing?

Thank you so much for the ask!! All the Doctors are my favourite Doctor but I still count her as my second favourite after 12 <3 So this made me very happy

#fugitive doctor #I actually do not think she would appreciate the hug so please don't hug her #but I need someone to press her hand or give her a sympathetic nod or kiss her on the lips for all the traume she had to go through #in the 5 min she was on screen #because yep the violent urges and wtf refer to division - I love it and I hate it #not like so many because 'the timeless child ruins dw' or whatever but because the whole idea of division and tecteun and the doctor being #forced to work for them is so messed up and I bet it also messed her up and we haven't seen the half of it yet #and that is incredibly intriguing and makes me want to throw chairs #at tecteun preferably #maybe also gat #maybe chibnall for good measure because how dare he make me love a character that he treats like a punching bag and we don't even get to #know her really because if she does show up it's a memory or hologram or whatever #anyway I don't prefer the fanon version here because I feel like people are still sleeping on her - there should be way more content #so no bingo for me #(also yes river/fugitive doctor is the correctest ship of them all) #(I WILL write that division time with mels fic one day) #thank you for the ask!

[perlukafarinn]

i don't strictly speaking ship steve/jonathan but i do think they should make out during a drunken game of spin the bottle

#actually i need a fic of all the older teens playing spin the bottle while drunk #or truth or dare #i dont wanna write it though please someone do it for me #stranger things

[undeadromcom]

fuck y’all for scaring off the paul simon mpreg girl . now i’ll never get chapter 2 :(

#‘it’s cruel and vile and Evil to claim someone’s sexuality is different than it actually is !!! #’now i’m gonna write a fic where a lesbian is straight.’ YALL IT DIDNT GET BETTER THAN THAT .. CMON #‘’paul. i have a flight i need to catch but i’ll be back’’ #’she left me she ABANDONED me i was only a one night stand… how dare a woman have obligations… #funniest shit ever #and you SCARED THEM AWAYYY

[saucerfulofsins]

Hi! I hope you are having a nice day 😊 I'd like to ask you these for the meme: 💘💫

Let's not talk about my day, lol... I hope yours is better than mine!

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

Yes. Many, actually... If not most. I won't (unless it's to fix a typo or grammatical or semantic issue that bugs me). Generally, I am of the opinion that I wrote those fics when I wrote them and are therefore a reflection of the point I was at as a writer then, and all words I have written since then (whether for fic or not) and all words I have read since then (especially literature & poetry) contribute to me likely making different choices now - which is entirely fine. So although I want to, I won't actually do it. Perhaps I could do a remix of an Early Early Work from a past fandom sometime, that might be fun... but that's not the question asked here :)

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

First: I want to make clear I love all kinds of comment/feedback. Including the one time someone told me to have a really bad day because they hated the fic I wrote for its content - because that, too, means I evoked a powerful emotion (and it was very much about Stiles Stilinski as a serial killer so the commenter could have known not to thread there).

However, my favourite kind of comment is the type where someone reads a story I wrote and finds something that I didn't have in mind when I wrote it. Whether that is accidental puns, metaphors or foreshadowing, or a particular feeling or link to a different work (especially literature I haven't read), I love that best... Even if it's something I objectively disagree with, I will never ever tell someone that (ahem Flannery O'Connor), because I think all interpretations are valid and this is as close as possible to seeing my own work through someone else's eyes.

#re: flannery #i had to take a course in uni where we spent 10 weeks on her response to ppl's interpretations of a good man is hard to find #basically she disagreed with everyone #and would literally write letters to anyone who dared to publicly give an interpretation of her work that wasn't hers #i also know some fic authors like that #but like ... #it doesn't work like that #i'm not saying i fully believe in the death of the author (i don't) #reading isn't a solitary experience #it is a dialogue between the author (as filtered through the text) and the reader #and parts of those become entwined #ie my association of words is going to be different than my readers' #if i say bower what do you think? #i know there is a 1988 fic many people love #but for me it is primarily a medieval concept/location (the womens' room where she was in power) #and then also has connotations of this being Mary being pregnant with Jesus (because the womb can be considered a room) #etc. #so if I write it and someone reads it with a different context that's fine! #and similarly if i read the word this is what I will think #which is all GRAND #hell i love rereading stuff i used to love because this isn't static #one of my favourite fics ever has been transformed a bazillion times over the past 15 yrs because of MY knowledge expanding #anyway i'll shh now