Bridgerton Season 2 - Tumblr Posts
#you know what that is? growth
Anthony and Hyacinth - the Bridgerton bookends
anthony: *hyperventilates hornily* also anthony: I aM a GeNtLeMaN
Anthony and Kate + hands (S2 Trailer)
“You are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires…. Night and day, I dream of you...”
ANTHONY BRIDGERTON AND KATE SHARMA IN BRIDGERTON SEASON TWO (PART ONE)
(part two)
Soap and Lilies
“He cleared his throat and took a deep breath, hoping it would clear his head. Instead, he simply got an intoxicating whiff of her scent, which was an odd combination of exotic lilies and sensible soap.”
It's the way he takes off her glove and then literally guides her hand to his mouth. I am unwell.
Maybe an unpopular opinion, but I don't think Kate would ever actually cheat with Anthony if he married Edwina. I just don't think it's in her character. She would go off the India and have her adventures.
This has been a healing day for me, because Kate and Anthony are my free therapy 💜💚
I know we love calling Anthony unhinged and a hoe (which he is) for losing it at the sight of her thigh, but I was also taken aback by the first time I saw it. I also momentarily lost a couple of brain cells. My mind also went blank. I also wasn't expecting it. It's a good leg, okay?
Our gorgeous girl 🖤🤍
am i the only one??? who thinks anthony looks hideous this season????? like i never rlly found him that attractive in the first one but that haircut
dear lord they should've kept his long hair
like????? he looked so much better????????
why must I live in a world where no man will ever love me to the point that his honor is hanging by a thread that grows more precarious with every moment he spends in my presence.
How am I suppose to live with the fact that I will never be the bane of someone’s existence and the object of all their desires??!
THE BEST THING EVER
Thank you @sallysgotablog for sending me the link to this gif!
Gif credit goes to: @ Kathony1814 on Twitter!
And may I just say, the way he hungrily ravages her 🥵
Be With Me
Pairing: Anthony x Fem!Reader
Rating: M (18+)
Summary: Due to a storm, Anthony is unable to sleep - you both know the cure.
It was dark in the very early hours of the morning, the windows shook with anger - the flashes of light flooded the room without ceasing. It wasn't the rumble, nor the lightning that woke you. It was your husband, Anthony, tossing his frame every few seconds in restlessness. Your brows furrowed in concern, you pretended to sleep for a little while - but his movements proved there would be no end in sight any time soon.
"Anthony?" You whispered, "What is it?"
You heard his tired sigh, "I am sorry I woke you."
"It's alright" You spoke softly, turning to look to him.
He was on his side, his head buried into the pillow. You could see the exhaustion across his features, he was desperate for rest.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You questioned, reaching to trace his jawline.
"No need to worry," He half smiled, opening his eyes, "Just be with me. I will drift eventually."
You leaned forward, pressing your lips softly to his. They were warm and tasted still of his liquor before he crawled into bed. You loved that taste more than anything. As you deepened the kiss even more, your hands reached into the thick of his wavy hair. Tugging just lightly, you heard a low hum slip from his lips.
"I have an idea" You whispered, "Do you trust me?"
"You know I do." Anthony smiled into your kiss, "What did you have in mind?"
You grinned, your hands now reaching to his shoulders. With a swift movement, you pushed him to
his back, swinging your leg over you were now placed on top of his waist.
"Now Mrs. Bridgerton," Anthony raised a brow, "What pray-tell are you doing?"
"Well, Mr. Bridgerton.." You smirked, reaching for the hem of your dress - you pulled it over your torso to bare yourself for his gaze.
Anthony caught his breath, his eyes fixated on your bare skin.
"How are you mine-" He whispered, leaning up to you.
His lips touched softly to your chest trailing to the valley between your breasts. You hummed softly, your hands weaving through his strands of hair. He kissed slowly, taking his time. You relished in the moment, craving his lips even more with each second. His lips enclosed around you, causing you to shiver at the sensation. His tongue tasted your breast with vigor, causing your breathing to become labored.
"Anthony-" You sighed, "Please."
Pulling away, he looked into your eyes - knowing exactly what that plead meant. He took a moment to ready himself beneath you and reposited the both of you for what was to come next.
"I love you, Mrs. Bridgerton." His fingers traced your lips, "More than life itself."
"I love you too, Mr. Bridgerton" You smiled down to him, feeling the warmth of a thousand suns.
His lips moved to your own, gentle at first - but growing in passion as moments passed. You felt his need grow beneath you, causing your heart to quicken. Reaching between the both of you, you grippedto his length, positioning him to your entrance. In seconds, you had lowered yourself, burying yourself until there was nothing left. The both of you elicited the sound of great need, nearly out of breath from the feeling. You began to move, causing Anthony to fall to his back on your bed. He could only gaze up to you with enchantment in his eyes. Your hips moved in a slow rhythm for his sake, but you could hardly bare it. Anthony's eyes closed in bliss, his hands gripping you just hard enough to control the steady movement. Your hands traced along his chest, taking in the sight of him was something you never grew tired of. Sounds slipped from his mouth, his lips gaped in pleasure as you couldn't go slow any longer. Your fingertips dug into his skin as you picked up the pace, you were growing tired but you didn't much care. Sounds erupted from his lips, and without warning - Anthony had flipped to your back. You had a small sigh of relief, but you didn't have long to prepare yourself. His hands gripped your own above your head, and his hips had jutted deep inside. You couldn't help but cry out, but you nodded to make sure he knew that it was more than alright. His hips thrusted with vigor, pushing the both of you quickly to the edge. Your hand reached the small of his back, holding on tight as he buried himself over and over. You felt his hot breath in your neck as he kept going, and that was all it took for yourself to let go. As it always was, heaven and earth had met you in that moment of climax, your heart nearly stopped as you clutched on tight to him above you. Only moments had passed and he followed you soon after, his frame becoming still as he released. The two of you stayed there for a moment, your breathing labored, your hearts pounding.
"Do you think that shall help you sleep?" You breathily laughed, kissing his shoulder as he laid on top of you.
"I shall think we need to do it again," Anthony looked down into your eyes, "Just to be sure."
You couldn't help but grin, kissing Mr. Bridgerton once again before you made sure he was tired. Just to be sure.
the look of sheer wonder and excitement on hyacinth's face when anthony asked her for a dance there's a reason they are my favourite duo
*cue power by little mix*
Man Of Honor (Part Four)
Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader
Summary: You are one of Daphne's oldest friends, which means you are close with the other Bridgerton's as well. Being in love with the Eldest Bridgerton, Anthony is practically torture. You always thought he didn't think of you as more than a friend - like a sister almost. Until.....
Rating: (M+, Slow Burn)
Author's Note: Sorry about the tagging! I am just finding it to be a little overwhelming (I am an anxious person, fun fact. haha.) But I do hope you all enjoy this part - I actually had to split it up a bit because I could just not stop writing.. anyway. Thank you for reading and enjoy! I appreciate all of you - you can now find this series under the masterlist and I will tag as "man of honor series"
The sunlight peeked through the curtains, waking you from your deep sleep - your eyes blinked slowly at the light. A blissful smile spread across your lips, thinking that you truly couldn't be happier than you are now. It was just last night that you had given in to your desires, and you had finally kissed Anthony Bridgerton's lips - and much more. The smile you wore could hardly leave you, rethinking every moment - every touch. A part of you knew it was wrong, but the way he tasted, the way he touched you - you knew it was right.
"Good morning, Miss!" Your lady said walking into your room with a cheerful disposition.
"It is a good morning indeed." You grinned, "Has everyone started to make their way down to breakfast?"
"Why yes ma'am." She started to set out your dress, "You seem quite happy this morning."
"I am," You smirked, "I very much am."
You quickly dressed, eager to start the day and see Anthony in any form. There was no doubt you were feeling exceptional, that was until you had thought of the consequences of last night's endeavors. Your thoughts drifted
to what would happen next, and your heart could only hope that Anthony would ask for you hand.
"Are you ready miss?" Your lady had interrupted your train of thought.
"Yes quite." You smiled, watching as she took her leave.
Following behind her, you made your way into the hallway - hearing the chatter downstairs of the Ton readying for the lavish breakfast. You could only laugh at the thought, knowing how truly wonderful this all was. You walked forward oblivious to your surroundings, and suddenly you felt a hand grasp your arm. You gasped louder than you had expected, feeling a hand fly to your mouth. Your eyes wide with shock, you turned to see Anthony with a devious smile. Before you had a chance to ask, he had pulled you through the hallway with a quickness that made your feet stumble. It wasn't long until he had pulled you into what looked like a closet full of houseware supplies.
"What on earth are you doing?" You whispered as soon as his hand fell.
Anthony's mouth crept into a smile, his gaze falling to your lips.
"Do not do that." You laughed nervously, feeling his hungered gaze on you was not something you were prepared for in the light of day.
"Do what?" He mused, hovering his lips now over your own, "I had to see you."
"Oh was the need so dire to shove me into a closet?" You whispered on his lips.
"Hush, you." He playfully scolded, gently pulling you into his kiss.
It started out innocent, as most things do, but the two of you couldn't help the growing need. Dancing as they did last night, your lips moved in an almost sinful manner - exchanging breaths of hot passion.
"I will make a plan." He murmured in your lips, "I will come up with something."
"Is that so?" You smiled into the kiss, causing him to smile back.
"I intend to marry you." He started to kiss along your chin, and then your jaw. You smiled in bliss, loving every second of his lips traveling your skin. It was a moment you wanted to stay in forever wrapped in his arms, kissing his lips over and over. But there was a different feeling you had not experienced - causing you to catch your breath. There you felt it, pressing into your core - his need growing by the second.
"Do you feel what you do to me?" His lips hovered over your skin, "Do you feel how much I need you?"
You looked down in curiosity, the sight causing your own center to feel hot. Biting your lip, you took his jaw - forcing his lips back to your own. You felt the hum of his pleasure tingle your lips, and you couldn't help yourself.
"I want to see" You whispered into his kiss, "I want to-"
"Feel?" Anthony grinned, "Do you wish to feel what you do to me?"
"Yes," You sighed, "Yes I do."
"Any of the ton-"
"I do not care." You bit is lip, "Let me see"
Anthony devilishly grinned, taking your hand and placing it to his clothed length. Your breathing hitched, you had never felt a man before, but you knew that this would cause your limbs to grow weak. Kissing again, the two of you exchanged moans of pure pleasure. Your hands moved across the fabric, which caused Anthony's breathing to become labored.
"I want to see, Anthony." You kissed along his jaw, "Let me feel you, entirely."
"As you wish." He sighed, reaching between the two of you to rid of his trousers. You watched intently, seeing his flesh and skin caused your mind to run wild - how you wanted to kiss every inch of him. As his trousers fell, your eyes could not look away.
"Do you see what you've done?" Anthony playfully mused.
You smirked, feeling rather bold and brave - you took him in your hand. Anthony's body reacted, his back hitting a near shelf - his breath caught and he nervously laughed.
"Did that feel good, My Lord?" You smirked, feeling delightful at the reaction your touch caused.
Anthony tilted his head, his eyes lowered - and his lips crashed to yours yet again. He kissed you with fever and roughness, causing sounds to erupt from your lips.
"Move it" He murmured into your mouth, "Your hand."
You nodded as your lips still connected, moving your hand along his length. Your heart began to race, as you felt near growls in your mouth. The feeling of him in your hand was driving you wild, you wanted to feel every part of him in a way a woman could. His breathing quickened the more you moved your touch, and you felt his hand reach to the back of you. The two of you were clamped together in breathless movements, and you felt his hips begin to move into your touch. Your eyes opened, as he pulled away from your lips - his mouth fell in pleasure, and his release had happened. With a smile, you looked down to see what you had done - and you felt immense accomplishment.
"Shall we have breakfast?" You spoke coyly, leaning to kiss him just once more.
Anthony smirked into your lips, "Yes I think we shall."
"Perhaps we should be more careful, My Lord," You teased, hovering over his smile.
"We were not seen in the library, I am sure we were not seen here," He whispered, teasing yet another kiss over your lips, "I assure you."
You leaned to kiss him once more, but his finger had come between the both of you. You frowned in confusion,
wondering why he would keep it from you.
"The next time," He whispered, "I shall kiss you," He hovered, "You shall be my wife."
Unable to stifle your laugh you responded, "As you wish, My Lord."
"What have I told you of calling me-"
"Perhaps when I am your wife." You smirked, "I shall call you by your name."
Anthony looked at you with amusement, clearly understanding that two could play this teasing game.
The ton was abuzz when the night came to pass, delightful colors and decor had filled your vision. The beauty of it all nearly took your breath away, knowing that maybe someday it would be your turn to decorate the Bridgerton Aubrey Hall. You could almost laugh at the thought, of becoming a Viscountess. But it was nearing, and you couldn't have been happier. Throughout the day, you had shared looks of knowing with Anthony. Sly smirks and grins were all you could provide in your expression. He had pledged to declare his feelings when the time was right, and you had agreed that now was not the time. Tonight as you walked through the Ton, hearing whisperings of your chosen attire - you felt a wave of confidence you hadn't in a long time. You wore your very best, dressed from head to know you dared to say you had sparkled in the finest Madame Delacroix had to offer. You walked on air as you made your way towards your mother, who had been smiling at you with a sense of pride.
"Hello dearest," She smiled, "You look beautiful, my darling girl."
"Thank you Mama," You sighed, your eyes now searching the room for Anthony - you were eager to see him.
"We were just talking about Lord Barlowe" Your mother nodded to other ladies of the ton, including Violet Bridgerton.
"Oh?" You smiled nervously, wondering how this would transpire when Anthony declared himself.
"Yes dear," Your Mother smiled, "He has asked for my permission."
Your heart nearly stopped, "What?"
Anthony's POV.
He didn't really care for these events, these lavish and surprisingly dull balls. He had nearly had enough, and if it wasn't for her. He wouldn't bother to come at all. But she was going to be here, tonight, and he was sure she was going to take his breath away - like she always did. So he waited patiently by the lemonade, watching intently the dancing and chatter among everyone. A part of him know tonight was his chance, and he had thought of doing it for so long- he could hardly wait. He was going to marry her, there was no doubt in his mind - nor was there ever. She had been the one he loved, always and forever. Anthony could smile at the thought, addressing her as Viscountess was something he dreamed of - but never thought it in a million lifetimes it would come to fruition. Throughout the day, he had daydreamed of her touch - the way her mouth tasted, it made him dizzy with desire. Above all these things, her scent remained in his mind - a touch of lavender, a touch of sweetness. He closed his eyes at the memory, her silent yet beautiful sounds she made when he touched her. The way he could feel her breathe differently in his arms, the way she had her hands wrapped around him -it drove him wild.
"-Dare say, Lord Barlowe has quite the accomplishment."
Anthony's thoughts had been distracted by the chatter of women behind him, he looked only briefly to see her Mother among them. He stood very still, hoping he could get away with eavesdropping.
"Yes, Lord Barlowe is quite the match." Her Mother spoke with near giddiness.
"I do wonder how he came into such wealth." Another lady spoke.
Anthony scoffed, rather loudly.
"Lord Barlowe is the most eligible of the season," Her Mother spoke again, "It is quite a blessing he has taken to my dear girl."
"Is it true he has asked for your permission?"
The question made Anthony's blood run cold, his hand gripped his glass tighter.
"It is true indeed," Her mother giggled, "I am unsure how Lady Whistledown had gotten the news, but yes it is true."
His heart fell, he had prayed her Mother would change her mind.
"He is the best match," Her Mother sighed, "I could not have asked for anything better. He will take care of us both."
Anthony couldn't stand it any longer, moving rather quickly from the crowd of women. The pain had sunk deep into his mind, rethinking everything he had done the past few days. Deep inside, he knew what he needed to do.