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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.
This Author has an inkling that with such success, the event is likely to run again someday.
Until then
Lady Kinkydown
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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)
- 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)
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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)
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(frozen) Re: Anthony/Daphne (incest)
Date: Feb. 19th, 2021 01:13 am (UTC)“At least let me drive you somewhere,” he says helplessly.
Alone with him in a dark car, his hand on the stick shift, inches from her thigh? Even worse. “No,” she says, her voice coming out all squeaky.
“Daph,” he pleads. “You have to know I never—I never wanted to feel like this. To have these thoughts about you. I never would’ve acted on it. I just—I saw the pictures and I stopped thinking sanely.”
She’s not really listening. She’s just watching his lips, wondering what they would feel like on hers.
“I feel sick,” he croaks out. “Everyday I feel sick to my stomach that I could ever think of you that way, and yet I can’t stop. It’s awful. It’s so fucked up. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry—”
“Anthony,” Daphne breathes, reaching for him, cutting him off as she fists her hands in his soft white shirt, pulling his mouth to hers.
He moans into her mouth, his breath hitching in surprise. And despite all his recent declarations, he kisses her back, no hesitation. He has her pressed against the wall behind her in seconds, his body moulded to hers, his hands bunched in her dress. He takes control of the kiss, invading her mouth with his tongue, dominating her.
Her arms wrap around his neck, her fingers tangling in his hair, trying to pull him closer, though he’s already pressed against her in every place possible. She feels her cunt throb when she realises he’s hard, pressing into her stomach through his slacks and the thin material of her dress.
“Daphne,” he moans, already wrecked. His kiss is less insistent now, and he explores her mouth with his tongue, teasing, languid. God, he fucking knows how to kiss. She shouldn’t know that about him, but now she does, and she has no one to blame but herself. She wonders what that tongue would feel like between her legs, and she feels a rush of arousal at the thought of it.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Anthony murmurs, but he doesn’t really pull away. He stops kissing her, but he keeps her trapped against the wall with his body, keeps his face so close she can still feel his breath on her lips.
“No,” Daphne agrees.
“Fuck,” Anthony groans. He kisses her again, just once, softly, like he can’t seem to help himself. Daphne squirms against him. Her knickers are soaked, and her pussy aches. She knows what she wants, is desperate for it. But they can’t. They can’t.
That they kissed each other like that is bad enough. That they admitted to wanting each other. Imagine if their family found out. Imagine if anyone found out. That she made out with her brother, and that she enjoyed it. That she wants to do it again. That she wants him to touch her, fuck her.
“Oh, god,” Daphne whimpers. “This is so fucked up.”
Anthony hums in agreement, but he still doesn’t let her go. It seems both of them are waiting for the other to make the first move. To either stop this before it goes way to far, or to continue past the point of no return.
And they should stop, they should absolutely stop. That’s the undeniable, unequivocal truth. There is no explanation, no justification, no circumstance that would make this okay. And yet the pull of him is too strong. Her need for him seems to outweigh the utter wrongness of the situation. Or perhaps the wrongness of the situation only makes her want it more.
“Anthony,” she breathes. “What were you thinking? When you were looking at the pictures?”
“I really don’t think I should tell you that.”
“Did you think I looked pretty?”
He scoffs. “Pretty is not the word I would use,” he says. “Sexy. Utterly ravishing. All I could think about was putting my mouth on you. My fingers in your cunt. My cock.”
Daphne whimpers, and Anthony groans.
“What about Siena?” Daphne asks. As if the fact that he already has a girlfriend is the worst part about his confession.
“Siena doesn’t get me hard like you do,” he growls. “Siena doesn’t have me grinding against my mattress in the middle of the night, doesn’t occupy my thoughts constantly, force me to have a wank in the bathrooms at work multiple times a day, doesn’t drive me to distraction, the way you do.”
She gasps, his words making her cunt clench around nothing. “I need you,” she whispers.
“We can’t,” he says. But he wants to. “I can’t do that to you. You’re my little sister, I can’t.”
He doesn’t stop her, though, when she presses her lips against his again. He follows her lead as she teases his mouth open, and he can’t seem to help himself, he kisses her back, hungry all over again.
He lets her unbutton his shirt with shaky hands, shrugs it off as she pushes it from his shoulders, untucks it from his pants. She presses her mouth to his throat, hears his breath stutter, then kisses her way down his chest, her fingers fumbling with his belt.
“Fuck, Daphne,” he moans. She’s barely touching him, but he sounds completely ruined. It thrills her.
She gets his pants undone, but when she tries to slide her hand into his underwear, he grabs her wrist, stopping her.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” he asks, eyes blazing. “Touch your brother’s cock? Take it inside you?”
Daphne opens and closes her mouth, her chest rising and falling dramatically. She nods, unable to form any actual words.
“I need you to be sure,” he growls. “Once we do this, there’s no going back. You’ll never be able to forget that you let your brother fuck you.”
Doesn’t he know that his tone, his words, only turn her on more? That the fucked up thought of having her brother fuck her makes her so fucking horny she can’t think straight?
“I’m sure,” she says.
That’s all the encouragement he needs, and then his mouth is on hers, messy and forceful. His hands slip around behind her to unzip her dress, and pulls it from her body, letting it flutter to the floor around her ankles.
“It drives me mad that anyone else has seen you like this,” Anthony groans. “That so many people saw those pictures. I want you to be mine. Only mine.”
He leans down to kiss her neck, then down towards her breasts, deftly unclipping her bra as he does so. Daphne feels shy all of a sudden, as he pulls her bra away to look upon her breasts. Some moral part of her brain reminds her it’s completely wicked for him to be seeing her like this, to be touching her like this. And then there are her own insecurities, that she’s not quite as voluptuous as Siena.
“You’re even more beautiful in real life,” he breathes, and she’s reminded that he’s seen her tits before, and that’s why they’re in this mess in the first place. She thrills at his words. He thinks she’s beautiful.
He kisses her breasts, gently, his hands graciously resting on her hips for the moment. She arches towards him, and he sucks her nipple into his mouth, then takes her in further, as if trying to fit her whole breast in his mouth. He moves a hand to her other breast, cupping her, covering her easily with his big hand, caressing her left breast while he sucks on the right one.
Daphne moans, clutching his head to her body. His other hand strokes her belly, never dipping lower than her panty line, yet building the anticipation until she’s trembling with need, desperate for him to touch her there. She squeezes her thighs together, trying to ease the pressure, but it’s no use.
And then, finally, his fingers dip lower, until his index finger is pressed to the top of her slit through her underwear, and she’s gasping, her head swimming, and she doesn’t know if it’s from his touch, or just from the sheer thought of her brother touching her pussy.
His fingers slide lower, and then he’s making little circles over the massive wet spot in her underwear. She tilts her hips towards him, her cunt desperate for something inside it. But then he pulls away entirely, leaving her unsatisfied and wanting.
He shucks his pants, and then he’s picking her up, putting her over his shoulder like she weighs nothing. She shrieks in delight, and he carries her towards his bedroom, his fingers playing with her pussy through her knickers as he goes, making her squirm and writhe in his arms so much she feels like he might drop her.
He doesn’t though, until he puts her down on his massive king bed, in his chic, masculine room. He looks down at her, eyes heavy with lust. Her stomach flips over. God, she’s in her brother’s bed in nothing but a pair of knickers. And she’s going to let him fuck her. She must have lost her mind.
Anthony toys with the waistband of his boxer briefs, and Daphne’s eyes drop to his crotch, admiring the sizeable bulge. She swallows, transfixed, as he edges his underwear down, revealing his cock.
It springs up against his stomach, hard and huge and bulging. His balls are big too, everything about him is big. She rubs her thighs together almost subconsciously. She wants to lick him.
Before she can act on her urge, he’s crawling onto the bed on top of her, forcing her to lie back. He strokes her hair away from her face gently, tenderly, before kissing her deeply. With his other hand, he spreads her thighs, and then he’s pressing his hard cock against her hot, wet centre, her underwear the only thing separating them now.
“Tell me you’re on birth control,” he groans. “I want to come inside you so badly. I want to feel every part of you.”
Daphne nods eagerly. She wants to take him raw, bare, feel him spurt inside her when he comes. She grinds her hips against him, and he rocks back against her, humping her mound.
“Fuck me,” she whispers. “Please, Anthony, fuck me. Put your big cock in your little sister’s pussy.”
“Fucking hell,” he moans. “You’re going to be the death of me.”
He tugs at her panties, dragging them down her thighs, slipping them off her ankles and tossing them aside. Her dirty panties on her brother’s bedroom floor. She gets a sick thrill at the thought of it.
But that’s nothing compared to the overwhelming sense of lustful wickedness she feels when he puts the thick head of his cock against her entrance.
She whimpers as he pushes in, claiming her with his cock, putting his mouth over hers at the same time. She has her brother’s cock inside her. She has her brother’s cock inside her. And it feels fucking amazing.
“Oh my god, Anthony,” she moans. “Yes. Fuck me. Fuck me.”
He covers her body with his, thrusting rhythmically, vigorously, owning her body. Like he’s been saving this for her, like he wants to show her she belongs to him, make her forget she was ever with anyone else.
He grunts with exertion, moans her name, and Daphne loses herself in him, in the feeling of him pounding into her, winding her up, driving her closer to release. He drops a hand between them to rub her clit, and she spirals further, a tight coil taut in her lower belly.
“Come on, darling,” he pants. “Come for me. Come on your brother’s cock, you dirty little thing.”
Daphne cries out, his words sending her over the edge. If they ever do this again, she’s going to need to hear more of that, of his filthy mouth telling her dirty things.
“I’m going to come inside you,” he tells her, talking her through her orgasm as she tightens around him, writhes beneath him, pleasure wracking her body. “Fill you up. You’re mine, do you understand? Only mine. I can’t bear for another man to touch you again.”
Daphne manages to nod, though she’s still feeling the effects of her orgasm. He’s always been protective of her to a fault, but this primitive possessiveness is something new. Something thrilling. He doesn’t want her to fuck anyone else. Which means he intends for him to be the only one to touch her like this, means to do it again and again and again.
He groans as he comes, filling her with his thick seed just as he promised, his hips against her pelvis. She feels dirty, wicked, satisfied.
He keeps his cock inside her as he kisses her, and she’s glad. She’s not ready to have him pull out of her yet. She’s not sure how it is that it feels so right to have her brother’s cock lodged inside her, keeping his come in her pussy.
Eventually though, he does slip out, and rolls to the bed beside her.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Did I really just fuck my sister?”
“Yes,” Daphne says cheekily. “And you enjoyed every second of it.”
He looks at her. “As did you,” he says, but he’s waiting for her confirmation.
“Yes,” she agrees, and even after everything they just did, it makes her blush. He rolls onto his side, traces patterns on her bare stomach. “Will you break up with Siena?”
“If you want me to,” he says simply.
“And we can keep—” she trails off, biting her lip, knowing he’ll understand what she means.
“For as long as you want to,” he says hoarsely. “And as long as no one finds out.”
God, of course not. Imagine if their mother, their other siblings, ever found out what they’ve done. She thinks Anthony would bear most of the blame, and he’d probably happily take it for her.
Then she imagines if anyone outside their family found out, and that seems even worse. If someone posted it on the gossip page—Daphne Bridgerton is a brother-fucker. There would be no coming back from that. Naked pictures are one thing, but incest accusations are damning on another level. Especially when they’re true.
(frozen) Re: Anthony/Daphne (incest)
Date: Feb. 19th, 2021 10:33 am (UTC)