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Clematis - Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Clematis (Clematis) - Meaning: Ingenuity, cleverness

Summary: Anthony's lover comes up with a way to see him after the ball.

Pairing: Anthony Bridgerton x Reader

Word Count: 1504

Warnings: SMUT, probably poorly written cunnilingus (F receiving), reader has female anatomy, Regency era gender politics, Anthony loves giving head

Day 15 and not sure how I feel about this one. Getting it in under the wire, it's almost midnight where I'm at. I just want a man to come in through my window and eat my 😼 okay???

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If this was how Anthony Bridgerton kissed, you couldn’t imagine how else he could make you feel. His lips were firm against yours, but gentle, coaxing, his large hands tracing down your neck and along the line of your decollete which made your breath hitch. 

Part of the intoxication was the danger of the situation — you were the daughter of an Earl, a respectable lady of the Ton, and if you were discovered with Anthony Bridgerton’s hands and lips all over you, you would be ruined. 

You broke the kiss, needing an influx of air or you would surely faint. Anthony rested his forehead against yours. 

“I need you,” you breathed out, “Anthony, I need you.” 

He ran a delicate finger down your chest, “Not here, dearest.” 

“Then where? When?” You couldn’t help the whine that escaped you as you pressed your pliant body against his firm one. 

He sighed, dropping his forehead to your shoulder. “If only I could whisk you away from here without drawing suspicion.” 

An idea came to mind — it was risky, but if he agreed you could continue feeling like you were on fire, and oh, how you wanted to burn. 

“Come to my home, tonight,” you whispered, gasping a little as his lips pressed against your neck, licking over your jeweled necklace. “There’s a trellis just under my window, you can climb right up.” 

“You wish for me to defile you in your own bedroom?” Anthony growled against your neck, “Naughty girl.” 

He agreed to the plan nonetheless, and you straightened yourself before heading back to your parents, claiming a headache and asking for the carriage. 

“But dear, you haven’t danced with Lord Hollingsworth yet!” your Mama declared, having selected the oh-so-boring yet oh-so-available man as your best hope for marriage at the beginning of the season. 

“Now, now Cecelia,” your Papa chimed in, “if the girl is unwell we shan’t force her to dance. I’ll call the carriage, dears, you two gather your things and say your goodbyes.” He nodded at you and ducked away, eager to get home as usual. 

From across the ballroom, you caught Anthony’s eye and nodded slightly. He winked, sending the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. He was to give you ninety minutes to make sure your parents were asleep, then scale your trellis like a hero in a romantic novel. 

Immediately upon your return home, you excused yourself upstairs. Your maid helped you undress, but you dismissed her quickly, claiming you could handle taking the pins out of your hair on your own. Over the next hour, you listened as your father retired to his study and your mother to her bedroom. 

Once you were sure your parents were in for the night, you placed a candle in your window — his signal that the coast was clear. Unable to remain still, you started pacing your room. Would he show up or leave you twisting in the wind like this? 

Only a few minutes of pacing later a knock came from your window. You dashed over, unlatching it and moving the candle for Anthony to pull himself up. He did so athletically, like letting a tiger into your bedroom. When he was inside, you closed the window and he was on you in a heartbeat, hot kisses along the back of your neck while his hands slid around your waist. 

Your hand came up to grip the back of his head, your fingers lacing through his silken hair. You pressed back against him, turning your head to meet his lips with your own. He tasted like whiskey and sin. He spun you around in his grasp and tugged you close to him by your hips. 

You gasped as you felt his cock pressing into your lower tummy — he was large. For a moment you hesitated, wondering how something so large would fit inside you, but Anthony’s insistent grip on your hips turned into him grabbing handfuls of your nightgown and pulling the cool silk up, up, up. 

“You came,” you gasped breathlessly.

“You didn’t think I would? Tsk, tsk,” he joked, clicking his tongue at you. “My dear, now that I’ve had a taste, I cannot get enough.” 

He emphasized his point by kissing your lips once again, licking his tongue into your mouth. You responded with a soft moan, which only seemed to spur him on. 

Before you knew what was happening, Anthony had tossed you back onto your bed and was  crawling over you, bringing the hem of your nightgown with him. Your breath hitched as you felt his warm, large fingers tracing trails of fire up your legs, teasing your wetness through your undergarments. 

“May I taste you,” he asked, and you moaned your response which prompted him to stop his fingers only an inch from where you needed him most. Opening your eyes, you looked down at him and whined. He rose to meet your lips with his. “I need you to remain quiet, otherwise I will stop. And we don’t want that, sweet one, do we?” 

Anything. Anything he wanted as long as he kept touching you. When he saw you nod, he hooked a finger beneath your gusset and ripped it, baring your wetness to him. With eyes dark as obsidian in the light of the single candle burning, he gazed up at you with such heat as you had never known. 

He hooked one of your legs over his shoulder, then licked a long stripe into you, sending a lightning bolt up your spine. His lips curled around your clit and you shuddered. A moan threatened to slip past your lips but you clamped your hand over your mouth to stop it. The noise was caught in your throat, fluttering like a canary in a cage. 

Anthony hummed a, “good girl,” against you, making you clench around nothing. 

You moved your hands, making an effort to keep your tone low, “More, please!”

You felt him smirk against you before he redoubled his efforts, this time breaching your entrance with a thick finger. Moaning at the intrusion, Anthony took this as an invitation to add another finger, stretching you deliciously. 

You were close, so close, his fingers pumping and hitting a spot within you that you couldn’t reach, his tongue flicking against your clit. Each movement made the knot in your lower tummy tighten, threatening to snap at any moment. 

“Anthony, please,” you whined, unable to control your volume.

He slowed his fingers and removed his mouth from you. “Quiet,” he hissed, “Or do you wish for your parents to find me here?” 

Unconsciously, you clenched around his fingers. The danger of being caught added something you couldn’t name to the situation. Anthony smiled. “Mmm, does my sweet want to get caught?” He teased, and you clenched again, “I think she does. Such a wanton little strumpet, tempting me into a dark corner to kiss me, then inviting me to her bedchambers in the middle of the night, and squeezing my fingers at the thought of someone coming in…”

His words, said in his tantalizing baritone, were pushing you closer and closer to the edge. If only he would put his mouth to better use and—

As if reading your mind, his lips landed back on your clit and his fingers picked up their pace once more, again finding the spot within you that made you see stars with every pass. 

You clamped your hands over your mouth again and moaned his name, which only spurred him on. He drove into you, his tongue and lips reciting an ode against you, dedicating it to you and your pleasure. Having the entire focus of this season’s most eligible bachelor was intoxicating to say the least — and inevitably what pushed you straight into your climax. 

You writhed against him, held in place by his strong forearm as he worked you through your orgasm, the aftershocks lasting much longer than they normally did. Anthony remained between your legs and cleaned up every drop of your release before withdrawing. 

The clock in the hall chimed thrice. Anthony joined you when you reached for him, kissing you deeply and letting you taste yourself on his tongue. You let your hand drift to the front of his trousers, palming his length until he guided your wrist away. 

“As much as I wish for it, I have an early appointment and must be on my way.” 

You pouted up at him, but he placed a sweet kiss to your forehead before slipping off the end of your bed with a promise to see you again soon. 

You watched as he made his way back down the trellis. When he got to the bottom, he blew you a kiss before disappearing into the dark Mayfair night.

The early appointment Anthony had, you would find out later, was to meet with your father. He asked for your hand that afternoon. And, knowing what awaited you in your marital bed, you happily said yes.

[i-am-the-me]

My Will Wood album cover ranking and my thoughts about them :3

ATTENTION ATTENTION, RAMBLING AHEAD, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED

10th place: The real Will Wood (2020)

I don't really like album covers where the focus is just on like. a dude

I like the lighting and the funeral motifs, and the cover kinda represents the plot of the movie, how Chris gets consumed by/obsessed with the personality of Will Wood

But still, I don't like the cover enough for it to be higher in my ranking

9th place: Everything is a lot (Remastered) (2020

I mean, I like it, but it's just a more bland (colorwise) version of the original, isn't it? Gonna talk more about it later on ;3

8th place: Camp Here & There: The soundtrack (2021)

Not a big fan of minimalism, but I do like the composition. The sky rieseling down like the sand in the clock is REALLY clever depicted (/genuine) (/impressed). I also like how the warm colors clash with the coldness around, reflecting the plot of the podcast (imo), but still, too much empty space for my liking.

7th place: "In case I make it, (2022)

It's ok, don't like the color composition tho. The moon (I think that's supposed to be the moon) (not sure), and the cheese. I like the nod to Tomcat Disposables (Is there cheese in the great beyond?/What's the moon made of?/Meet me there after I'm gone...), because it is my favorite lyric in the song, but I'm not sure if it really encapsulates the meaning of the album yknow? I like the style of the cover, symbolizing this big schizm in Wills music style with it's not so fucked up look, but couldn't the cover have been something that looks like it isn't just a cover for Tomcat Disposables?

6th place: in case i die:" (live) (2023)

It's silly (/sillious) (/in a good way) :3 The black and white really fit this album I think, idk why tbh. This cover was originally planned for In case I make it and I would have liked it if it would have stayed with In case I make it, but oh well.

5th place: Everything is a lot (2015)

The green-ish touch really adds to the cover. I love how the face breaks apart :3. Wills paisley art is just so pleasant to look at. And the brain trying to re-wire itself at the top is a nice detail :D im scared of the worm

4th place: The Normal Album (2020)

As I said, covers where the focus lies on a Dude™ aren't what I like, but. But as this is a parody of the 50s - 60s era of album covers I can close a second eye. Talking about eyes, why are Wills eyes so big here? A deer in the headlights of life (/so deep) (/sarcastic). The cover perfectly shows the motifs of the album, the crushing life in a society where you need to be exactly like the others (the coat and tie he wears), trying to rebel against it (personalizing of the tie), but still having to keep the social standards (greeting the neighbors even though they most likely hate you for your rebellion), and trying to cope with not being able to be like the others (I don't know how to explain this point I was trying to explain). This cover screams about a world of white picket fences and potlucks

3th place: SELF-iSH (2016)

It's so vibrant :3, I love Hypagognia 3 (the background art) (or is this Hypagognia 2) (idk). The guy being made out of a collage (the picture thing, not the school) of various parts of Wills painted body reflecting the motifs of the album, how there is no static "self" and that one can choose to not have one I mean. Kinda ironic how Will said "The world doesn't revolve around you, so don't revolve round someone else" in Missanthropologyst, while here the world literally revolves around him (yes I know the scissors will separate him from the world, but it has not yet succeeded 😼)

2econd place: SELF-iSH (Remastered) (2020)

Literally what I just said but now the background is in a UV-ish blue and looks kinda poisonous. I want to eat this cover, it looks so good :3

1th place: The real (2018)

The cover of the live album recorded in Roxy & Dukes, the recordings were then later used for The real Will Wood. The SELF-iSH guy returned! The collage-y paisley art, the colors, I need to get this cover into my bloodstream somehow. Hands down best cover there is, not that much explanation behind it for me. If this would have been in color it would have been at 9th place I think, but without colour it's perfect.

These are my thoughts about Will Wood[('s) and the tapeworms'] album covers. I only did Will Wood, but maybe I could make a ranking of the pre-tapeworms-era-bands album covers, idk yet.

If you want you can also tell me your thoughts about the album covers and which are your favorite/least favorite :3

I like talking about albums and their covers because music and art are really important to me :D

Making this ranking was fun, goodbye!

[touchoflaughter]

So I've read your Fic about Arya and Gendry (loved it btw!!) and I think a certain revenge is long overdue 😼

What about No. 56 “this is gonna be fun.” from the list?

I'd love to read about that! warm greetings 🧡

This has been way too long in my ask box and I'm sorry dear Anon! Lovely idea! (I thought on writing about it when I finished the Arya/Gendry Fic already!) And the prompt you chose fits just perfectly! Here you can get to pt. 1 in case you missed it. Let's get into it! I hope y'all will enjoy!

56. “This is gonna be fun!”

Fandom: Game of Thrones

Arya Stark & Jon Snow (both Switches)

"This is gonna be fun!", Arya entered the room without knocking on the door nor waiting for any permission like she usually does.

"Seven hells! Don't startle me like that you little nag!", Jon, who was changing his shirt, turned around immediately and looked down at his younger sister in disbelief. "Didn't you forget something?!"

Arya knew he was trying to impart that she forgot to knock. Instead of giving in she rose a brow and folded her arms. "This is your last opportunity."

Jon paused in his movement. It seemed he didn't know what to counter. Then he pulled down his shirt and started to plug it in his trousers, watching Arya carefully: "So you're coming into my room without permission- to threaten me?" There was an undertone in his voice that predicted nothing good, but Arya wasn't afraid of him.

"Correct. Your quick comprehension amazes me.", she sneered.

Slowly, a wicked grin appeared on Jons face: "Gendry failed teaching you a lesson obviously. You're even cheekier than usual."

When he mentioned the embarrassing situation from the court, where he helped Gendry to absolutely destroy her, Arya blushed.

"You didn't expect me to just forget about your betrayal, did you?", she growled, trying to subdue the embarrassment in her voice.

"I expected you to be clever enough to know you don't stand a chance against me, little sister.", he grinned, clearly enjoying the outrage, his hothead of a sister was trying to hold back.

"Tough talk for someone who got stabbed by a little boy.", Arya fired back, when she realised this may actually hurt her brother.

Jons jaw dropped at her words.

Her eyes widened and she disarmingly rose her hands: "I'm- I'm sorry! I didn't mean to-"

"Ouch! That was evil!", Jon made a step towards her.

Arya felt relief when she realised her brother wasn't hurt but she knew she had to find an escape route immediately. Otherwise she would be the victim of Jons comeback.

"How could you hurt my feelings like that?", he placed his hand on his chest dramatically. "Too late for that!", he grabbed her wrist when she tried to turn around and leave.

"We're even now, alright?", Arya tried to negotiate with him. "Alright??"

Jon pulled her closer, snickering. "Oh my dear little sister." With a quick movement his free hand dodged an attack, Arya sneakily tried to perform while pulling her sword needle out of her sheath. "Did you really think your sweet words would distract me? Ts ts ts.", he looked at her disapprovingly while disarming her without much effort. "You gotta remember I taught you the basics back then. I'll always defeat you." He threw needle on the bed next to him and captured Arya in a chokehold without exerting pressure.

"You're so cocky it's disgusting.", she rolled her eyes at him. "You gotta know most of my fighting skills I learned not from you but from Sandor." Arya started smiling. "He taught me some tricks you'll never know about with all that pride and honour they taught you at the wall."

"Oh yeah? Teach me then.", Jon mocked and started tousling her hair by rubbing his fist on her head, still securing her in the chokehold.

Without a warning Arya bent over and threw her bother over her back onto the bed. Before he even realised what just happened, she tackled him and instantly started to tickle his ribs.

"Wha- AHH! StaHAHAP! AHArya Nohoo!!", Jon immediately started laughing hysterically while twitching from left to right before his arms shut down to protect his vulnerable spots. Still giggling, he managed to block his little sisters attack successfully. Then he caught her wrists and tried to catch his breath.

"See? Didn't see that coming, huh?", Arya triumphed.

"You're going to tell me the fierce, skilled Hound- Sandor Clegane taught you to attack your opponent with tickles?!", Jon still was out of breath when he looked up to his sister that still sat on top of him.

"Not quite. He taught me to play dirty and do whatever the situation requires.", she suddenly freed one of her hands and started pinching his side with a wide grin.

"DAHAmmit! Ahahryaa!", Jon tried to trap her hand again while also trying to buckle her off. "Cuhut ihihit! Lahast waharning!"

"Poor brother. Where are your honourable fighting skills now, huh?", she scribbled her fingers up to his armpit, enjoying driving him crazy. "Jon Snow everyone! Laughing like a little, helpless kid."

But just when Arya felt too secure, he finally caught her hand and threw her off, next to him on the bed.

"Y-Youhu will regret saying that!", he tried to threaten while being interrupted by giggling. All of a sudden, Arya wasn't that confident anymore. "Ehe-eh I'm sorry? You asked me to teach you!"

"You know I didn't mean it this way!", he growled, climbing on top of her while stretching her arms above her head.

Arya started panicking when she realised she was completely immobilised. "Nonono! Please Jon-!", she tried to give him her most begging look.

"I didn't even do anything to you.", he snickered. Then he secured her wrists in his left hand while forming a claw with his right one, enjoying the expression of terror rising on her face.

"Please! Please, it was only a little joke!", she tried to change his mind, even though she knew it was in vain.

"Well I don't think it was a funny one.", he mumbled with a wicked grin, moving his twirling fingers towards her vulnerable armpits.

"You still laughed.", Arya joked, knowing no matter what she was saying, he would take his revenge anyways. So she at least had to make fun of him one last time.

"You little brat!", he started scribbling his hand above her upper arm towards her armpit. „Let’s see how funny you think this is.“

"N-Naha plehease dohon't!", Arya begged when he suddenly reached her sweet spot. She couldn't help but scream when his five fingers stroked all over her armpit, even though it was still covered with the top she was wearing.

"JOHON! YOU AHAHA NOOHOO YOUHU BAHASTARD STAHAH-AHH AHAHA STAHAP IHIT!", she screamed in hysterical laughter.

"Did you really just call me that? WOW. You must enjoy this a lot cause now I probably won't stop at all.", he increased the speed and scribbled his hand up and down her side and armpit, driving her mad. Arya shook her head from left to right, pulling her arms, trying to buckle him off but nothing worked. She had to lay there and endure it.

"SOHOHORRY! NAHAHAA I DIDN'T MEHEAHAN AHAHA PLEHEHE- SEHEHEVEN HEHELLS! NOHO AAH AHAHA!", she tried to take back what was said but between all that laughter all that she could express were incoherent words, screaming and laughing.

"Isn't that nice, little one? It's just like in the good old days when you were too cheeky for your own good. I wonder if that one spot still works on you."

"OH NONONO!", Arya tried to keep him from testing that mentioned spot before bursting out laughing again.

"Oh yeah.", Jon smirked while sliding downwards so he could get to his sisters hip. Without hesitation he poked into the bare skin next to her hipbone. She flinched and squealed.

"Those 'tricks' Sandor taught you are not bad, I must admit.", he mocked while continuing poking. "Probably I'll get used to that type of battle techniques."

"Nohohot fuhuhunny! Ahaha cuhut ihit now!", Arya tried to sound angry but her constant laughter thwarted her plans.

"And still you're laughing.", Jon smirked down at her. "Now I wanna teach you something, alright?"

"N-Noho plehease I'm dohone!"

"One of the most important things I learned was: you always gotta have an ace up your sleeve.", Jon laughed and changed his poking into squeezing, still targeting the soft skin right next to her hipbone.

"AAAHAHAHA NAAHAHAH! STAHAP WAHAHA STAHAP I'M BEHEGGING!! PLEHEASE!", Arya screamed, twitching as hard as she could but still she couldn't manage to escape.

"Who's the superior sibling?", Jon mocked, continuing tickling mercilessly.

"YOUHU LITTLEEHE FUHUCK!", Arya screamed helplessly.

"I think I didn't quite understand that. What was that?", Jon dig deeper sarcastically.

"YOUHU AHAHARE OK?! YOU AHAHA!", Arya admitted hysterically. At this point she would've said anything to make him stop.

But her older brother wasn't satisfied with that. "I'm what? You gotta say it."

"DAHAHMMIT YOUHOU AHARE SUPERIOR AHAHAHA! NOHOW STOHOP EHEHE!", Arya startet coughing between her laughter.

"See? Wasn't that hard, was it?", Jon grinned while letting go of her finally. Arya wasn't able to answer a cynical comment- even though she really loved to. All she could do was laying on her back, even though Jon has uprisen already, trying to catch her breath.

Her older brother sat down next to her, looking a little concerned now: "Was that too much for you?"

Arya still wasn't able to answer him but she managed to shake her head at least. She'd rather marry a Lannister than admitting her brother overpowered her and she didn't stood a chance. It indeed was too much for her but she knew she kinda provoked him into taking his revenge.

She was used to it when they were younger, but he surely was more merciful back then. Somehow this childish power play even felt nostalgic and fun in some way.

"Next time you enter my room you better knock.", Jon winked, while helping her getting up. Then he looked into her brown eyes with little concern again: "Are you okay, little one?"

Arya nodded: "Next time I won't let you win." She deked a punch to his stomach and earned a grin from her older brother.

„It seems you’re not having enough yet…“, Jon looked down at her, shaking his head in disbelief.

„N-No I‘m having enough!“, Arya stumbled backwards, rising her hands in a disarming gesture.

„You better go jangle someone else’s nerves then.“, he pressured, showing her the door.

Arya hated the fact she had to give in as much as her wasted efforts to take revenge. „One day I‘ll get you back!“, she threatened when her big brother pushed her out of his room.

„Yeah whatever.“

She heard him snickering before his door closed.

„I‘d help you with that.“, a voice startled her.

„Robb?“, Arya blinked into the dark corridor, expecting her brother to be somewhere there.

„I was worried you‘re being murdered.“, he laughed, stepping out of the dark. „I know that feeling far too well. Next time I‘ll be there in time and we take revenge for all those years he tortured us, deal?“

Aryas eyes twinkle as she takes her brothers hand: „Deal!“

[shaadwynn]

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