Bridgerton Kink Meme - Issue 1

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This round is now closed!

Dearest Reader

 

As all good things, the Bridgerton Kinkmeme must come to an end. It is as bittersweet for This Author as it is for you, dear reader. Never fear, for though the kinkmeme itself if closed, the scandalous prompts and fills remain, and can be perused at any time.  For ease of access, visit the sorting page where you will find a searchable list of the prompts and fills.

You can also find many works in our ao3  collection!
 

This Author has an inkling that with such success, the event is likely to run again someday.

 

Until then

Lady Kinkydown
 

Fills!

No Warnings

Art

• Genevieve Delacroix/Siena Rosso Comforting Siena (complete art)
• Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Penelope sitting on Colin's face (complete art)
• Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sheffield (Sharma) Kate pegging Anthony. (complete art)

Fics

• Lady Danbury/Will Mondrich Lady Danbury offers to be Will's benefactor with side perks (complete fic)
• Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton/OFC Simon takes Daphne to a brothel (WIP fic) 
• Simon Basset/Daphne Bridgerton Breeding Kink (complete fic)
• Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington reading erotica together (complete fic)
• Simon Basset/Anthony Bridgerton Fuck or die (complete fic)
• Simon Basset/Eloise Bridgerton simon cheats on daphne (complete fic)
• Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Colin walking in on Penelope masturbating (complete fic) 

With Warnings

Art

• Anthony Bridgerton/Daphne Bridgerton (tw: incest) Anthony going down on Daphne in the kitchen (complete art)
• Anthony Bridgerton/Daphne Bridgerton (tw: incest) Domestic Discipline (complete art)

Fics

• Benedict Bridgerton/Eloise Bridgerton (tw: incest) Benedict fingers Eloise (complete fic)
• Anthony Bridgerton/Benedict Bridgerton/Daphne Bridgerton (tw: incest, dub-con) Daphne's brothers teaching her about sex (complete fic)
• Anthony Bridgerton/Eloise Bridgerton (tw: incest) orgasm denial (complete fic)
• Anthony Bridgerton/Daphne Bridgerton (tw: incest) Anthony saves Daphne's nudes (complete fic)
• Anthony Bridgerton/Benedict Bridgerton/Colin Bridgerton/Eloise Bridgerton (tw: incest) Eloise’s brothers fuck her in all her holes (complete fic)
• Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington (tw: underage) Dirty talk (complete fic)
• Benedict Bridgerton/Eloise Bridgerton (tw: incest, underage) Eloise spies Benedict masturbating, and he catches her. (complete fic)

Comments

(frozen comment) Benedict/Sophie

[(Anonymous)]

Anonymous Sex

(maybe in masquerade? 👀👀)

(frozen comment) Simon/Daphne

[(Anonymous)]

Simon had bought some really good made-on-order sex toys and he wants to try them out.

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

spanking

(frozen comment) Re: Anthony/Daphne (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

Yes PLEASE

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne (incest, maybe dub-con)

[(Anonymous)]

Glory hole where Daphne knows it's him but he doesn't know it's her until after

(frozen comment) Re: Anthony/Daphne (incest, maybe dub-con)

[(Anonymous)]

Yes yes yes

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne (incest, underage)

[(Anonymous)]

Modern au, daphne is 16 when she first goes to her brother for help about sex, her friends have told her about masturbation but she can’t seem to figure it out and surely anthony will know exactly what to do? And if they end up going much farther then they planned, then no harm done right?

(frozen comment) Benedict/Eloise (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

Eloise blows Benedict in the garden during a party

(frozen comment) eloise/lucy granville

[(Anonymous)]

overstimulation

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne (incest, non-con)

[(Anonymous)]

Anthony sneaks into his sister's room at night to fuck her while she's sleeping. Maybe he only fucks her ass so she remains "pure"

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

[(Anonymous)]

Colin marries Marina but ends up cheating on her with Penelope

(frozen comment) Anthony/Kate/Daphne (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

Kate sees the way Anthony looks at his sister, and suggests roleplaying in the bedroom, with her playing Daphne.

BP if they end up inviting Daphne to join them

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

[(Anonymous)]

friends with benefits

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

Anthony cheating on Kate or Siena with his sister (modern au)

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

[(Anonymous)]

Modern AU Colin and Penelope reading erotica together

(frozen comment) Re: Colin/Penelope erotica fill p1/2

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Eloise has one last-ditch attempt to drag Penelope with her to her weekly family dinner before Penelope pushes her out the door. As much as Penelope adores the Bridgertons, she routinely looks forward to her solitary Tuesday nights, when both her roommates are required at their mother’s house. She loves both Eloise and Colin dearly, but she does require a break from their antics sometimes.

Plus, she’s not entirely certain she thought through the whole living-with-the-man-she’s-hopelessly-and-unrequitedly-in-love-with thing. It’s kind of exhausting, having to pretend the feelings she has for him are purely those of friendship. One night off a week of constant torture is hardly too much to ask for.

She settles herself on the couch with her kindle, picking out one of the many eroticas she’s downloaded. She’ll probably finish it in one sitting, she usually does. This one is about a rich business man and the woman he absolutely can’t stand but will absolutely end up falling in love with.

She’s almost to the good bit—she can feel the tension rising, the anticipation building in her lower belly, knowing the main couple are moments away from a hate-fuelled make-out session at the very least. Maybe they’ll fuck on his desk.

Penelope sneaks a hand into her pyjama shorts, pressing her fingers into her slit, feeling herself wet. Her eyes frantically scan the words in front of her, her fingers still against her clit, waiting for the right moment, and then—slam, the sound of the front door closing. She bolts upright, pulling her hand from her shorts as the heavy footsteps of what can only be Colin come towards her.

“Colin,” she says, too brightly, hoping her cheeks aren’t as red as they feel. Her heart lurches at the sight of him, just like it always does. “Aren’t you supposed to be at family dinner?”

Colin eyes her, and she pulls at her singlet top self-consciously. She doesn’t normally wear clothes that are quite so revealing while he’s around, preferring to keep all her unflattering bits covered up.
Colin bites into the bread roll he’s holding. “Anthony was annoying me so I left early,” he says. “I’ll get shit from Mum later, but I can’t stand looking at his face right now.”

He wanders over and joins her on the couch, his shoulder brushing hers, too close for comfort. “What are you reading?” he asks, plucking the kindle out of her hands.

Penelope splutters something unintelligible, which of course only makes him more intrigued. Penelope watches helplessly as he takes in the words on the page before him. He stops, turns to her, an eyebrow raised, a teasing smirk on his lips.

“Penelope Featherington,” he says, “is this porn?”

“It’s not porn,” Penelope huffs, snatching back her kindle. “It’s erotica. There’s a difference.”

“I know what erotica is,” Colin snorts. “It’s porn.”

Penelope flushes, clutching the kindle to her chest as she stands up, mortified and offended, even though she knows he’s right.

“Goodnight, Colin,” she says shortly, turning to go.

“Wait, where are you going?” Colin says quickly, grabbing the hem of her singlet top to stop her. Penelope is very glad of the kindle covering her chest right now, as she thinks he might have accidentally pulled it down a little too far. “I’m intrigued now, I want to know what happens next.”

“You—you want to read it?” Penelope says sceptically, sure he must be making fun of her.

He lets her go, nodding. “It’s so ridiculous I absolutely have to continue.”

Penelope rolls her eyes. “I know it’s not exactly the highbrow literature you’re used to, but there’s no need to mock me.”

“I’m not mocking you.” Penelope purses her lips at him, unimpressed. He sighs dramatically. “Come on, Pen. Read it to me. I like listening to your voice.”

This stuns her for a moment. “You do?”

“Yeah.”

Penelope chews her lip, ducking her head to hide her blush, but he’s watching her so intently she’s sure he can’t miss it. “Okay,” she agrees, because he’s looking at her with pleading eyes, and he just complimented her, and it’s rare they ever actually get to hang out together without Eloise butting in.

She drops back onto the couch delicately, a few inches further away from him than she was before, but he just scoots over to her, pressing his body against hers so he can read over her shoulder. She’s sure he must be able to hear her racing heart. She knows this is a terrible idea, and that having him close to her while she reads erotica is just going to get her twice as worked up, but it seems as though she’s committed now.

She lets out a shaky breath and picks up where she left off. She expects him to offer unsolicited commentary as she reads, picking on the over-the-top phrasing, the lack of realism or even just the characters names. Even Penelope had snorted when she read Hedge and Ribbon. But he says nothing, just listens intently.

Her voice gets huskier as she reads, getting to the really raunchy stuff now. She can feel herself blushing as she recounts how Hedge bends Ribbon over his desk to spank her with her panties around her ankles. She tries not to squirm as she reads—the raw, breathy quality to her voice is embarrassing enough. She’s so fucking wet she thinks she might leak through her pyjama shorts. God, she hopes he can’t tell how turned on she is. Or how much she’d like to be the one bent over a desk while he spanks her and then fucks her.

She gets to the part where Hedge is about to finally put his cock inside Ribbon, and then abruptly, Colin clears his throat, spoiling the moment. He shifts his body like he’s uncomfortable, then hurriedly stands up, half turned away from her.

“That’s enough,” he says quickly.

“But it’s just getting to the good part,” Penelope points out. Surely he doesn’t want to stop right before they get to come. The characters in the book, that is.

“Well,” he says, more awkwardly than Penelope has ever seen him. In fact, she doesn’t think she’s ever seen him be awkward. He’s always so cool, so confident and sure of himself. And yet right now he can’t even seem to look at her, and his face is all red and he’s got a hand over his crotch that he’s clearly trying to make look natural and—oh.

“Colin Bridgerton,” Penelope says gleefully. “Are you turned on?”

He groans, rubbing over his face with his free hand—the one not currently trying to conceal his erection. “You’re going to make a big deal out of this, aren’t you?”

Penelope grins. “If you’re going to mock my erotica, I’m going to mock you for getting aroused at said erotica,” she teases. She gets to her feet, leaving the kindle on the couch. She’s trying not to think too hard about the fact that her crush currently has an erection and what that erection might look like. “It’s so ridiculous I absolutely have to continue,” she quotes, putting on an accent that sounds nothing like him.

She looks up at him, triumphant, knowing she finally rattled Colin Bridgerton. It doesn’t matter that she’s in love with him, that he’ll never think of her as anything but a friend. Right now, she can revel in this small victory.

“Admit you liked the book,” Penelope says.

He looks down at her, and she’s reminded of just how much taller than her she is. Her stomach flutters at the thought of it. Of how close she’s standing to him right now, and the way he’s considering her, not a trace of his earlier discomfort in his expression. Instead he just looks—resolved.

“It was hardly the book I liked, Pen,” he murmurs, and her heart flips over before she’s even registered the meaning of what he’s said.

Penelope swallows, trying to dislodge the lump that’s formed in her throat. The way he’s looking at her—he’s never looked at her like that before. All her glee has evaporated, and she’s left feeling light-headed and unsure.

“What do you mean?” she whispers, hardly breathing, hardly daring to even consider the implication of his words. “What was it then?”

The air is thick between them as Colin pauses to gather his thoughts. “You smell nice,” he finally says, then visibly cringes at himself. “You do,” he continues. “And your voice—saying those words. And also, I could see down your top. Still can, actually.”

“Colin!” Penelope hisses, scandalised, her arm flying across her chest.

“Pen,” Colin returns. Her brain catches up, finally taking in what he’s actually telling her. He’s aroused because of her. She blinks up at him. “It was nothing to do with the book. And everything to do with you.”

(frozen comment) Francesca/Michael

[(Anonymous)]

Either Modern or Regency, Michael introduces Francesca to anal sex

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

[(Anonymous)]

Colin walking in on Penelope masturbating

(frozen comment) Re: Colin/Penelope - Fill 1/?

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The house was quiet as Colin wandered in the dark through Aubrey Hall.
He had not expected to visit the family country house so soon after returning to England from his latest travels, but when he had arrived to find his family packing to spend a week in the country with a select group of friends, it had been an easy decision to join them. For one thing, he had come back to London to see his family, which he couldn’t do if they went away without him, and for another, he didn’t want to face London’s Matchmaking Mamas without any friendly faces to retreat to.
They had passed an entertaining week as well, culminating with a bout of dancing that evening, the penultimate night they were staying there. After the last dance, which he had danced with Penelope Featherington, they had continued their conversation about his travels in a corner of the room until he had been beckoned away by Anthony.
He hadn’t understood the serious look on his brother’s face until Anthony had ushered him away from the rest of the party into the study, where an extremely drunk Benedict Bridgerton was lolling on Anthony’s desk. He hadn’t been able to decipher Benedict’s drunken mumblings, but Anthony had explained as they hefted him that while Colin had been away, Benedict had fallen in love with a mysterious woman who had a strange habit of disappearing for prolonged periods of time. By the time they had manoeuvred Benedict up the stairs and into bed, the rest of the party seemed to have gone to bed as well. Colin had gone back with Anthony to his study for a drink, but it wasn’t very long before they decided to follow suit and head to bed themselves.
This would have been an easy task except that Colin, being such a late addition to Kate's carefully drawn arrangements, was staying in quite another part of the house than he was accustomed to.
Although he did not have a candle, the moonlight was at least enough for Colin to make the long walk with certainty until he heard a woman’s voice cry out.
When no other sound immediately followed, Colin thought perhaps he had been mistaken by the wind outside, but after he had taken another step, he heard it again.
It was a soft cry, more like an exclamation than a sob, and it was certainly a woman.
Perhaps someone had fallen in the night and was calling out for help? He would have imagined a serious injury would elicit a louder call than that, but the heavy doors could be masking the sound.
He turned to stare at the door a few steps away from him and was trying to recall if he knew who was staying in that room when the cry sounded slightly louder this time and he distinctly recognised the voice as Penelope.
That was enough to settle his indecision—it wasn't exactly the thing to march into a ladies bedroom at night but if Penelope was in distress he couldn't just ignore it.
He went to the door and tapped lightly to make sure. He heard nothing at first so he said, in a voice that he hoped was loud enough for her to hear without alerting the neighbouring rooms, “Penelope?”
Her responding, “Yes,” was faint, but insistent.
“Pen, are you—”
“Colin!”
He opened the door at once, assuming from her interruption of his words and the note of haste in her voice that she was in urgent need of assistance, but as soon as he had taken a step into the room he halted immediately.
Penelope had not fallen and hurt herself. In fact, she was lying very safely in bed - the only tangle she had found herself in was in her sheets, moved so that her right hand could reach in between her legs.
“Colin!” she repeated. This cry was more of a quiet, horrified gasp before she sat up abruptly, quickly pulling the sheet up to hide everything her dishevelled nightgown had revealed.
“I—I—“ he stammered. “Forgive me,” he said, “I thought—“ But no explanation would come, all words leaving his mind at the sight of Penelope’s shocked face, her open mouth and heaving bosom. It did not matter that it was now covered by the sheet, for it was imprinted on his brain.
For some reason he bowed before doing the only thing he could, which was leave, shutting the door quite firmly behind him and hastening to his own bed.
Not that he was able to get any sleep.
Every time he closed his eyes he saw her lying there—loose red curls sprawled on the pillows, her nightgown pushed down on one side far enough to reveal her round breast. By morning he was convinced the sight of her taut rosy nipple would haunt him for the rest of his days and he stayed in his room until the latest he could possibly arrive for breakfast without making anyone think something was wrong—for Colin Bridgerton forgoing any meal altogether was the surest way to alert people that he was out of sorts.
He hoped by waiting he would have given Penelope the opportunity to breakfast and avoid him if she so wished, but he learnt that she had claimed a headache and breakfast had been sent up to her on a tray. Eloise seemed concerned since that was very unlike Penelope, but Colin didn't blame her for making such an out of character request. He would have been tempted to do the same except they never put enough food on those things and today certainly wasn't a morning to skimp on his meals.
At least this way he could be satisfied in one department.

(frozen comment) Anthony/Benedict/Colin/Eloise (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

Eloise’s brothers fuck her in all her holes

(frozen comment) Re: Anthony/Benedict/Colin/Eloise (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

Eloise panted as she rubbed her wet heat with her fingers in frantic. She had to climax soon, as she was expected downstairs in five minutes.

Colin absent-mindedly opened the door to Eloise’s bedroom. “Eloise? Mama is calling for you. We must make haste, the carriages are already downstairs.” He looked up to see his sister’s hands under her skirts with her eyes screwed shut in concentration.

“Eloise! My god! You- You can’t be doing such lewd things when anyone could just walk in on you at any given moment!?!” Eloise opened her eyes and realized that she had been rubbing herself while Colin was in the room. She immediately dropped her skirts back down and smoothed them out, hoping that he wouldn’t comment further on her scandalous actions. “I was merely scratching an itch, brother.” She looked down at her toes, wishing to sink into the wooden floors.

Colin walked towards her, deliberately drawing out his steps to further taunt his sister. “Eloise.” he rasped, “You and I both know exactly what you were doing.” The normally mischievous glint in his eye was gone, replaced with something darker, more lascivious. Eloise let out a involuntary moan as she took into account her brother’s growing member. It was practically popping out of his tight pants that fit the ton’s latest fashions. She silently thanked whoever started the trend as his length was now entirely visible in his breeches.

“Eloise....” Colin groaned as his younger sister sank to her knees and took his now-painfully erect penis out of his pants. She began to kiss his cock as he held a firm grasp on her hair, slowly guiding her hot mouth onto his member.

“Colin! What’s taking you so lo—“
Anthony and Benedict walked into Eloise’s room to take in the most lewd sight they’d ever seen: their younger brother getting sucked on by their even younger sister. They were stunned into utter silence as Eloise continued to take Colin’s cock in her mouth and Colin kept guiding her. Finally, Benedict broke the silence. “Well I don’t know about you Anthony but my cock is painfully hard. And you know I can’t go out in this condition.” He ambled over to his siblings who had now transitioned into Eloise mounting Colin. He immediately took one of Eloise’s nipples in his mouth and to her delight, kissed all the way down to her navel, where he probed her slick, wet heat with his tongue. She threw her head back in ecstasy, lost in the pleasure of it all.

Anthony stood there as if he were made of stone, watching as Colin got behind Eloise and thrust madly into her, causing her to choke on Benedict’s cock. The sexual tension and energy radiating off the threesome was too much for the eldest bridgerton as he practically ripped off his clothing and grabbed a handful of eloise’s arse. My god, he loved his sister’s arse. He just wasn’t going to act on his thoughts—that is, until now.

Anthony nodded at Colin and Benedict as a silent agreement passed between them as Eloise sucked hungrily on Anthony’s cock. Today, they would fill every hole their sister had.

Benedict presented his rock-hard member to Eloise, distracting her from the fact that Anthony was preparing to penetrate her adorable, pink puckering arsehole. Colin eased his sister onto his cock, praying that he would last long enough for all of them to cum at the same time. Eloise moaned as Anthony’s fingers lightly brushed against her arsehole and pried it open. He deftly worked one, two fingers into her passage, making her cunt clench on Colin’s cock. She buried her head into Benedict’s crotch, diverting her attention from the slight pain that came when Anthony slid in for the first time.
Eloise’s eyes rolled to the back of her head, cumming instantaneously. Her orgasm continued as Colin and Anthony started thrusting in tandem—right as Colin’s cock pulled out Anthony’s thrusted back in. The sensation quickly grew to be too much for them, as all three boys declared they were cumming at the exact same time. Benedict released himself into Eloise’s mouth with a mighty roar, his whole body shaking as he thrusted into her mouth, riding out the orgasm. Next came Colin, who buried his head in the crook of his sister’s neck, leaving love bites all along her collarbone as he emptied his seed into her. Finally, Anthony collapsed on top of his siblings, shooting his copious load into her arse, eyes focused on where their bodies connected.

“Well i’d say that was quite the experience wasn’t it?” Benedict chuckled silently as they all basked in post-orgasmic bliss. “What happened to the rest of our family?” Anthony wondered aloud. He walked out to the hallway, naked as the day he was born and called out to Daphne and his mum. There was no response. “Well i guess they left without us.” He smirked wickedly. “You know....we could always go for another round?”

(frozen comment) AU Whump: Berbrooke rapes Daphne (Non-Con/Rape)

[(Anonymous)]

Prompt: ‘What if Daphne’s punch did not knock out Berbrooke and Simon hadn’t reached them in the gardens in time?’

Platonic Bridgerton Family Feels (Daphne x Simon angst option-able).

Note: Whether the act of rape is included as a scene or Daphne being found is the first one, both options are fine. The exploration of Non-Con, mental health and female sexuality in the regency era would be the main themes of the fic along with the different dynamics Daphne has with other characters, as well as the consequences of her lack of sexual education on understanding what happened to her and how it colours her view of Regency marriage.

Can be One-Shot or Multi-Chapter.

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne + Benedict, Colin (incest, dub-con/non-con)

[(Anonymous)]

All three brothers are obsessed with keeping Daphne's purity in tact, with Anthony taking the lead.

+ making her wear a chastity belt
+ "checking" her every night/day to make sure she's still "in tact"
+ punishing her/berating her for being aroused etc
+ literally anything else you can think of

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

[(Anonymous)]

Modern day Colin/Penelope wedding sex

(frozen comment) Anthony/Daphne (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

modern au - daphne's nudes get leaked and anthony handles the situation, but he also saves them for himself, only for her to find out later

(frozen comment) Re: Anthony/Daphne (incest)

[(Anonymous)]

The whole situation had been awful. Friedrich had told Daphne he bore her no ill feelings despite the fact that she’d dumped him for another man, and she’d believed him. And then three days later, the pictures she’d sent him while they were together were plastered all over her university gossip Facebook page for all to see. And then, to top it all off, Simon called her a slut and dumped her.

Anthony had fixed it, of course. As humiliating as it was to have to go to him, ashamed, distraught, she knew he was the only one who could help her. He’d do anything for her, and had the power to do what needed to be done.

What he actually did, Daphne doesn’t know, but within hours the pictures were gone, Friedrich was expelled from the university, despite his aunt’s sizeable donations over the years, and Simon had a black eye. The Facebook page had moved on to the next topic of gossip—the fact that Cressida Cowper was on academic probation for plagiarising her ethics essay.

Despite Anthony’s swift and efficient intervention, and his surprising empathy when she’d collapsed into his arms, sobbing, telling him the whole story, it doesn’t stop her burning shame, or the heartache she feels at losing Simon.

Anthony lets her hide out at his place until she’s feeling ready to face the world again. She tells her professors she’s sick so she doesn’t have to go to class, and Anthony, mercifully, doesn’t tell the rest of their family what happened. It’s bad enough that he knows. And that he probably saw the pictures. She didn’t ask him, but she’s sure he must have.

God, how humiliating. The photos were far from tasteful. They’ve been awkward around each other these past few days, and though she’s grateful for what he did, she doesn’t feel as at ease in his presence as she once did. Like there’s something between them that wasn’t there before, something unspoken. It can only be that they both feel embarrassed about the fact that he’s seen her dirty pictures. She burns all over at the thought of it.

There’s a soft tap on the bedroom door, the spare one she’s using for the foreseeable future. She really doesn’t know how she’s ever going to show her face at school again.

“Daph?” Anthony calls. He’s been home for a while—she heard him get in an hour and a half ago, and it’s a credit to him that he didn’t immediately rush to check on her.

“Yeah?” she calls back. Is this the part where he finally gives her the brotherly talking to, warning her not to take naked photos of herself, or send said photos to untrustworthy men? She knows the lecture is coming. He’s been far too lenient on her so far, and though he’d comforted her when she first told him, she could tell he was livid.

“You want to come and help me cook dinner? Siena sent me a recipe she says I should try.”

Daphne scowls at the mention of her brother’s girlfriend’s name. She hates Siena, though she’s always been unable to actually articulate why. Eloise calls it internalised misogyny. Daphne thinks her sister should mind her own business.

“Since when do you know how to cook?” Daphne calls back. She’s not going to be very much help either—she hasn’t the faintest idea how to even boil water.

“Since Siena told me she can’t date a man who doesn’t know how to cook,” Anthony calls back.

Daphne scowl gets even deeper. Since when does Anthony change his habits to please a woman? Her brother used to be such a player, and now he’s so fucking whipped for Siena it’s disgusting. She’s just some stupid C grade actress who isn’t even that pretty.

“Fine,” she sighs. If she doesn’t, she’ll only mope in her room, dwelling on her utter humiliation. Two days is not enough to stop her cringing and curling in on herself every time she thinks about it.

She drags herself off her bed, smoothing the creases out of her little floral dress as she pads across the room. She opens the door, almost running into her brother, standing far too close to the door. He’s leaning on the doorframe, in his work suit, sans tie and jacket, towering over her, dark hair falling across the lines of concern creasing his forehead.

Daphne steps back, feeling oddly off balance. His shirt is unbuttoned, and she can see his dark chest hair tufting out from the V the neckline makes. Her eyes catch there, captivated for a moment, before she tears her eyes away to meet his. He stares at her for too long, and Daphne is sure he must be pitying her, or judging her, under his veil of brotherly concern.

She clears her throat, going pink in the cheeks at his prolonged gaze. “Shall we?”

He nods, then turns abruptly to lead the way to his massive kitchen, which she’s sure he’s barely used in his life. He has a cook, usually, but obviously he’s dismissed her for the night.

He has all the ingredients laid out on the bench top, even going to far as to put the correct measurements of everything in little bowls the way they do in cooking videos. Daphne watches from a stool on the other side of the counter as he rolls up his sleeves to his elbows, revealing his thick forearms. Something tightens in her belly, and she hastily looks away, feeling strange, like she shouldn’t be looking, like she’s caught him doing something erotic, something his sister shouldn’t see.

Which is ridiculous. He’s just rolling up his sleeves for god’s sake. It’s not like she’s seen his nudes. The way he’s probably seen hers. God, if she could just stop thinking about it.

He turns the tap on, pumping soap onto his hands. “Did you have a good day?” he asks her.

“It was okay,” Daphne says. “I just did my coursework mainly.”

“And—are you—okay?” he asks, rubbing his hands under the running water. “I mean—about—what happened. With Friedrich. And Simon.”

Daphne shrugs. “I still feel like an absolute fool,” she whispers. “I should never have—”

“No,” Anthony injects, shutting off the water. He dries his hands on a tea towel and then whips it over his shoulder. Perhaps Siena is onto something about men in the kitchen. “You did nothing wrong,” he assures her.

Daphne feels a rush of affection for him, choking up at his fierce conviction. She hadn’t realised quite how much she needed to hear him say that.

“Why are you being so nice to me?” she asks, trying to hide how affected she is.

“I’m always nice.” Daphne gives him a pointed look, and he tilts his head in concession.

“Why aren’t you mad at me for what I did? It was stupid, I should know better, I—”

“Daph,” he says firmly. “As disgusted as it makes me feel that anyone has seen you naked—what happened to you isn’t your fault. You sent pictures to someone you trusted, and he betrayed that trust. He’s a vile, horrible little man, and I’d like to kick his teeth in. Unfortunately, that would likely end up with me arrested due to his aunt’s influence, so I had to make do with getting him expelled.”

“Simon, on the other hand—” Daphne says, smirking slightly.

“It was one punch,” Anthony shrugs.

“One very good punch.”

“He hurt you,” Anthony says, as if that explains everything. And maybe it does. He claps his hands together. “Now—shall we get started?”

Daphne nods. She feels a little lighter now. Anthony doesn’t blame her. He’s not judging her. That makes one person in the whole world.

“What do you want me to do?” she asks.

He hands her his phone, unlocking it as he goes. “Why don’t you get the recipe up and read the instructions to me? I’m not sure this kitchen can handle two inept Bridgertons trying to cook in here.”

Daphne smiles, glad whatever weird tension was there between them is gone. They can joke together again. Everything is fine.

She reads out the instructions to him, and they chat in between, although they get so distracted a few times that they mess up a couple of the steps. Anthony is sure it will be fine. He assures her that the recipe is just a guideline, and Daphne has to ignore the sour taste in her mouth when he adds that that’s something Siena told him.

His phone pings with a notification halfway through the recipe, a message from Benedict popping up on the screen.

“Benedict wants to know if you and Siena want to join him and Genevieve at the ballet tomorrow night,” Daphne says, looking up from the phone.

“Tell him I couldn’t think of anything worse than a double date with him and Genevieve,” Anthony scoffs.

Daphne snorts and unladylike laugh, then goes to exit the app with recipe, Anthony’s other open apps coming up behind it. She freezes, breath catching, stomach lurching sickeningly when she sees his photo app open, and what is, unmistakably, one of the very photos she’d sent to Friedrich, that had ended up on her university gossip page.

Heart thudding, she opens the photo properly, and there she is, in all her glory, completely naked, her legs spread open, her breasts arched towards the camera.

She looks good in the photos, she knows that. Undeniably sexy. She’d set up her phone on a tripod, got the lighting just right, done a little photoshoot on her bed with the self-timer. And now, here they are, inexplicably on Anthony’s phone.

She flips through the photos, each lewder than the next. From behind, on her hands and knees. On her belly, a pillow between her legs. And the worst one, on her back, her mouth open, her fingers in her pussy. And they’re on her brother’s phone.

“Anthony,” she says, his name a shaky whisper. He looks up from the stove, blissfully unaware of her discovery. “What the fuck do you have my pictures on your phone?”

Anthony’s face falls, looking stricken. He drops the wooden spoon he’s holding, and lunges for his phone, ripping it out of her hand, but the damage is done now.

“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck. Fuck. Daph—I—” he looks at her helplessly, words dying on his tongue, unable to come up with any explanation at all.

Daphne feels sick, betrayed, tears filling her eyes. She can think of only one reason why her brother of all people would have kept these.

“I thought you were on my side,” she says, her voice shaking. “I thought you were trying to protect me.”

“I was, I am,” he says, frantic. “Daphne,” he pleads.

“Then tell me you weren’t saving these so you could threaten me with them at another time,” she accuses. “Keep me in line. Control me like you could when I was a child.”

“Of course not,” Anthony growls. “Believe me, I’m very aware of the fact that you’re not a child anymore. I’m not trying to control you. I know better than that by now.”

“I don’t believe you,” Daphne hisses. “Why else would you have them?”

Anthony groans again, rubbing a hand over his face. “Daphne, please, can we just—”

“Tell me!” she demands. “I think I deserve to know why my brother has naked photos of me on his phone.”

“God, Daphne, why does any man have photos of naked women on his phone?” he shouts. His face is bright red, from embarrassment, or anger, or both.

Daphne stares at him, dumbfounded. He can’t look at her.

“What? I don’t—” her stomach flutters. Something pulses hideously between her legs. “You—you—” she swallows thickly, cheeks warm as she considers the implication of his words.

He finally looks at her, his eyes dark and wild and savage. “That’s right,” he says through gritted teeth. “I have them because it turns me on to look at them.”

His tone is vicious, but Daphne knows it’s just a defence mechanism. She can hear the bitter guilt behind his words.

It turns me on to look at them. It turns me on to look at them.

At her. At her naked body, his sister’s naked body, provocative, obscene. Like he’s just a man, and she’s just a woman he’s attracted to, not his little sister.

“Daphne,” he whispers. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have said that I—I’ll delete the photos right away. I never should have kept them. I just, I—I couldn’t help myself,” he admits. “You looked—” he cuts himself off, as if suddenly realising he should really just stop talking.

The confession should make her hate him, make her skin crawl, make her feel violated, betrayed. He’s supposed to be her big brother, supposed to look after her, not lust after her, get himself off to her pornographic pictures.

But that’s not what she feels. She’s not entirely sure what she feels. Embarrassed, definitely. That he’s seen her like that, looked at her pictures, got hard thinking about her. And recently, probably this evening, since the photos were still open on his phone.

But she also feels…hot. There’s a dull thudding between her legs, a funny, stirred-up feeling in her stomach. And she’s not stupid, she knows what arousal feels like. But she finds it hard to equate the lust she felt for Simon or Friedrich with—with what she’s feeling now, for her brother. Knowing that he’s attracted to her, despite the taboo.

Images flash to the forefront of her mind, of him, in his bed, hand wrapped around his cock, thinking of her. It’s sick, she knows it’s sick, unthinkable, repulsive. But then she’s there with him, replacing his hand with her mouth, and the thought leaves her breathless.

She can feel arousal leak from her cunt into her panties. God. Fuck. Is she actually turned on by her own brother? Is that why she’s felt so weird around him lately? Why she hates Siena so much? Why, now the thoughts in her head, she can’t stop thinking about his cock?

She swallows, slowly meeting his eye, her cheeks and chest blazing with heat. Curse her stupid complexion for never allowing her to hide her emotions.

“Say something,” Anthony chokes out.

“I—” she starts. “I probably shouldn’t stay here anymore.”

Hurt crosses his face, though it must come as no surprise. How can she stay here, knowing what she knows? And it’s not that she’s scared of him, or worried he’s going to try to make a move on her, or even grossed out by his behaviour.

But with her muddled emotions, her shocking revelation, and her currently wandering thoughts, it’s probably best if she isn’t in close quarters with him. In fact, with his sleeves all rolled up like that, and his shirt unbuttoned one too many buttons, putting dirty thoughts in her head, she thinks she should probably leave right this moment.

“I’m leaving,” she declares. “Right now.”

She turns, and starts striding towards her bedroom.

“Daphne,” Anthony calls out after her. “Please—you don’t have to go tonight. I’m not going to—to do anything to you.”

Her stomach lurches—pleasantly—at the thought of him doing things to her. She really has to get out of here, now.

She hears his footsteps behind her, following her through the massive, open living room of his penthouse apartment, and her heart speeds up. She stops, knowing she can’t be alone with him in her bedroom, not now. Not until she gets her thoughts in order, until they have some distance, until they can forget this ever happened.

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

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Colin fingering Penelope on the dancefloor

(frozen comment) Gareth/Hyacinth

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(post It's In His Kiss) Hyacinth wants to go on potentially dangerous adventure and Gareth has to convince her out of it with sexytimes

(frozen comment) Francesca/Michael

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BDSM play, including Michael tying Francesca to his bed (consensually) and having his way with her.

(frozen comment) Simon/daphe/any (siena? Ofc? Omc?)

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Simon brings his wife to one of those gentlemen clubs (eh, a brothel.) and she gets interested in the “merchandise”...

(frozen comment) Re: Simon/daphe/any (siena? Ofc? Omc?)

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SIMON/DAPHNE/OFC PART 1

He’d expected his wife to be aroused by the other men. After all, prior to their marriage she had very little knowledge of male beauty, let alone what pleasure it might bring her. But that evening at the gentleman’s club he’s surprised to find Daphne appears more interested in the women.

She’s close to his side at first, walking slightly behind him, hand in hand. Then as they weave their way further into the room, as the lights grow lower and the movement of the bodies around them more sensual she steps in front of him, drawn like a moth to a flame. He watches her with delight, her fascination with a pair of women in the corner causing her face to flush and her breath to catch in her throat. He’s seen her turned on before of course, and he’d thought there was no greater pleasure than being the one responsible.

He may have been wrong.

The darker haired of the women is laying back on a settee, the other, a petite woman with auburn hair, is kissing her as she unties the blue silk gown which covers her partner’s nakedness, exposing her breasts. It takes Simon a moment to notice, too enraptured in observing his wife, but the auburn haired woman has begun to finger the other woman as well. The recipient of her attentions takes notice of the couple, but it does not appear to disturb her enjoyment—if anything, it appears to enhance it.

When the dark haired woman comes, her mouth slightly open, her breasts heaving, Daphne grabs his hand.

“See something you like, my dear?” he murmurs into her ear.

She doesn’t reply with words, but her eyes are wide as she looks up at him and nods. He feels his cock twinge as he realizes the evening has begun to take a shape he did not expect. It is a welcome realization, if surprising, that they may be more than voyeurs.

The redhead rises from her knees and wipes her mouth, lavishes a last passionate kiss upon her lover’s mouth, then sidles past them with a sly look, running her hand along Daphne’s arm as she goes. Simon sees Daphne shiver, and the sight makes his mouth go slightly dry.

“Is it your first time here?” The brunette asks, her voice somewhat huskier than Simon had expected. Her question is directed to Daphne.

“Yes,” Daphne breathes. “But not my husband’s.”

The woman arches an eyebrow. “A married couple. How quaint.” She rises from her seat and pulls the robe around her only loosely. Simon can still see her the hardness of her nipples through the thin silk.

Daphne releases his hand, and takes one step closer to the other woman. She gives Simon a sidelong glance—something akin to a smile—and then raises her chin as the brunette strokes a hand from Daphne’s jawline down her neck, then traces the curves at the top of her breasts.

“My, my, you are pretty.” The woman turns from Daphne to Simon, her dark eyes sparkling. “The pair of you.”

“What’s your name?” asks Daphne, breathless. “Rather, what should we call you?”

Simon suppresses a chuckle. She was beginning to catch on.

“You may call me Aurora,” the woman says with a smile.

“What do you think, my dear?” Simon asks, his eyes fixed on his wife despite the quite alluring way Aurora looks at him. “Shall we arrange for a room for us and our new friend?”

Daphne turns back to him, lips trembling slightly as she replies, “Yes, I would like that.”

He bites his lip as he looks at her, then his eyes dart back to the other woman. She stands taller than Daphne, her figure more voluptuous than his wife’s petite frame. Her features are darker and more intense as well—strong brows, a Roman nose, full red lips. The two of them side by side, both so beautiful and so different…it is enough to excite him already.

“Follow me,” Aurora says, and she leads them down a hallway past an assortment of couples pressed up against one another. Simon is careful not to notice several faces he may in the light of day have recognized, but Daphne has eyes for no one but their guide.

(frozen comment) Colin/Penelope

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Modern Au - Penelope is still a virgin at 28 and when Colin finds out he offers to help her out