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Bridgerton Kink Meme - Issue 2

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It is my great pleasure to welcome you to the second annual Bridgerton Kinkmeme. To kick off the season, post your deliciously naughty prompts below. This author does hope to peruse many a scandalous tale about our beloved members of the ton.

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Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma D/s pussy worship (complete fic)
Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Penelope gets nipple piercings (art) (on Ao3)
Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Penelope gets nipple piercings (complete fic) (on Ao3)
Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Colin accidentally sees some photos of her in lingerie (complete fic) (Last Update 17/4/22)
Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma fucking in the storage room (complete fic) (on Ao3)
Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Penelope sitting on Colin's face (complete fic) (on Ao3)
Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington caught in a downpour (complete fic)
Anthony Bridgerton/Kate Sharma fucking in the storage room (complete fic)
Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington Colin fingering Penelope on the dancefloor (complete fic)

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After Edmund dies, Anthony is the man of the house and thus disciplining the entire house is under his purview. This includes Violet. And the disciplining is traditionally physical (but not necessarily limited to spanking--go wild!).

(Bonus: he's been avoiding his "duties" wrt Violet and both of them are happier this way, but some incident happens to push them into it. Possibly with witnesses.)

Inspired by all the sniffing. A!Anthony goes into rut and/or o!Kate goes into heat. Maybe during the wedding/library scene etc. but I’m not picky

Modern AU babysitter Edwina/daddy Anthony + dirty talk

Theo/Eloise/Footman dp

Colin/Marina affair. They're both married but they can't stop keep away from each other. Dirty, kinky etc

Simon seduces Francesca during her debut season. Sneaking around and fucking in balls, the Bridgerton house etc

Hey! I'm reposting this one with the incest warning!

Anthony seduces Edwina + Benedict joins in

Colin wants Penelope to sit on his face, she's self-concious at first but then gets into it

https://roissy.neocities.org/images/Pencolin03.png

Corsets! (Or stays. Whatever. Bernadette banner don't @ at me. 😂)
Also ruby nipple piercings because i said so.

OMG this is gorgeous!

so sexy! i'm obsessed

Summer is Colin Bridgerton’s favourite season. Three months off from college, which he usually spends either travelling or lounging by the pool in his family’s summer home in Brighton. It’s the later he’s doing now, sunning himself on a lounge chair, daydreaming about his upcoming trip to the Greek islands.

He hears the ceaseless stream of words that is Eloise as she approaches the pool, interrupting his peace and quiet. He opens an eye, turning his head towards the shallow end of the pool, where Eloise has stepped in without ever taking a breath. It’s Penelope she’s talking to, here for a couple of weeks to escape her nightmarish mother.

“Eloise, do you ever actually let Pen get a word in, or do you simply lecture her all day?” he teases his sister, all the while not taking his eyes off Penelope. She’s wearing this forget-me-not blue robe, all flowy and light, contrasting beautifully against her auburn hair and bringing out the blue in her eyes. She really is pretty, he thinks. He feels like an ass for noticing, but just as much of an ass for not noticing sooner.

“Just because it’s too many sentences in a row for you to comprehend, doesn’t mean everyone else lacks the braincells to do it,” Eloise retorts, before diving inelegantly into the pool, splashing water all over Colin.

“Hi, Colin,” Penelope waves, and Colin grins back at her, before Eloise surfaces with a deep breath and a whip of her hair.

“Are you coming in, Pen?” Eloise asks.

“Erm,” Penelope hesitates, casting a glance at Colin. Something clenches in his gut, and he’s holding his breath as he awaits her answer. Penelope toys with the tie holding her robe together, Colin’s eyes following every movement. It’s suddenly very important to him that Penelope gets in the pool. Nothing to do with how curious he is about what she might be wearing underneath the robe.

He can’t imagine why she’d be hesitating either, when the sun is so warm, and swimming is clearly the intention she and Eloise had when they came out here. She chews her lip, her gaze drifting towards Colin again.

“You’re not bothering me,” he assures her. “It was getting kind of lonely out here anyway.”

“As if she cares what you think,” Eloise snorts. Penelope ducks her head, a pretty blush rising over her cheeks. But she pulls at the tie around her waist, and Colin is thankful for the sunglasses covering his eyes, lest she notice the intensity of his gaze on her. Or the fact that he hasn’t looked away from her since she stepped out here.

His heart is thudding dramatically as she pulls the robe off, and he’s reminded of something else he loves about summer. Girls in bikinis. He swallows, trying to moisten his suddenly dry throat. He’s never seen Penelope in a bikini before, and it’s a damn shame.

He’s obsessed with the way her ass cheeks peek out from the blue bikini bottoms, the tiny things held together by a couple of flimsy strings. And fuck, her tits. The way she fills out the halter top is mind-blowing, and she’s got the kind of deep cleavage he’d like to bury his face in. And that’s not even the icing on the cake. As he ogles her chest in the extremely ungentlemanly, unfriendlike way he’s doing, he zeroes in on her nipples, poking against the material of her bikini top. He has to blink, do a double take before he realises what he’s seeing. But there’s no mistaking it. Penelope Featherington has her nipples pierced.

For some reason, the knowledge makes him panic, and he tears his eyes away from her, heart pounding, blood rushing to his groin as his cock jerks to attention. He watches from the corner of his eye as Penelope descends the pool steps, and her nipples become even more pronounced. A vision flashes into his mind, of his mouth on her breast, his tongue flicking over one of her piercings, and his cock grows, until he’s worried he won’t be able to conceal it any longer.

Feeling hot and a little guilty, he grabs his phone from where it sits beside him on the side of the pool and scurries inside without bothering to say goodbye to either of the girls.

He’s breathless by the time he returns to his room. Though he tries, he can’t stop picturing the outline of Penelope’s piercings through her bikini top. What she’d sound like if he played with said piercings, if it would get her all wet and desperate for him.

He gulps down a lump that’s formed in his throat and squeezes his eyes shut, like that will make the fantasy disappear. He feels horribly guilty for thinking of her like that. It’s one thing to think she’s pretty, it’s another to picture her tits in his mouth. And his cock has never reacted to Penelope quite like that before. It’s overwhelming, and a little confusing.

This is a girl he’s known since they were children. They’ve grown up together, seen each other at their most awkward and embarrassing phases. Shouldn’t it be taboo to have sexual thoughts about her? He’s never dared stray into that territory before. Especially since she’s so close with Eloise. Eloise would kill him if she knew.

Still, he can’t stop thinking about it. He thinks about Penelope all afternoon, his hand in his shorts, wrapped around his cock, head full of her tits. He can’t remember the last time he masturbated so much. Not since he was a high school virgin whose older brothers were always bringing hot women around.

Finally his hunger exceeds his lust, and he can smell pizza wafting up from downstairs. He doesn’t bother with a shirt, but he puts on a clean pair of shorts—and pockets a condom for good measure. He then heads downstairs, where Eloise and Penelope are in the main living room, huddled around four pizzas.

He should be embarrassed, he thinks, ashamed of how he spent the afternoon masturbating over a girl who considers him a friend. But she’s still wearing that bikini, her robe draped over her shoulders, but open enough in the front that her piercings are still visible, and instead of blushing and feeling awkward like he imagines he should, like a decent man would, he’s brazen enough to stare openly.

“Looks like you ladies could use some help finishing those pizzas,” he says, not taking his eyes off Penelope. She finally looks up at him, and the blue of her eyes, the soft way her auburn curls have dried to frame her face, jolts something in him. She looks angelic. He meets her gaze for half a second before dropping his eyes back to her voluptuous, tantalizing breasts. If she notices, she doesn’t let it phase her.

“We figured you’d eat at least two,” she says, cheekily.

Colin grins, plonking himself on the floor next to her, only taking his eyes off her so he can load himself up with pizza.

“I was on team let Colin fend for himself, but Penelope insisted,” Eloise sniffs.

“You’re always looking out for me, Pen,” Colin says sweetly, flirting without even meaning to. He’s rewarded with a rose blush across Penelope’s cheeks, and he sneaks another glance at her piercings. God, how long has she had them? Does anyone else know? Has anyone seen them, touched them, played with them? He’s desperate to know, desperate to try it for himself.

Penelope clears her throat, pulling her robe closed, and he knows she noticed this time. He gives her a sheepish grin, and her face goes even pinker. Thankfully, Eloise is too wrapped up in her phone and misses the whole exchange.

“Oh my god,” Eloise says. “Theo just messaged me. He wants to meet up tonight. What should I say?”

“Have you got a boyfriend, El?”

She ignores her brother, grimacing at Penelope so hard she looks constipated, waiting for her friend’s advice. Penelope, on the other hand, gives Colin an uncertain look. Colin frowns, cocking his head, silently asking if this Theo is bad news. Penelope shakes her head.

“Well?” Eloise presses, impatient.

“I think you should go,” Colin says, eyes locked on Penelope’s. “I’ll look after Pen for you.”

“Really? Pen, is it okay if I go?”

Penelope nods. “Yes,” she squeaks. “I’ll be fine here with Colin.”

Eloise squeaks and leaps up from the carpet, her pizza forgotten. “I’ve got to go and get changed,” she says, before running upstairs, leaving Colin and Penelope alone.

“You got your nipples pierced,” he remarks, as soon as Eloise is out of earshot. The words just drop off his tongue without his permission. For the first time today he’s actually not looking at her.

“You noticed that.”

“Hard not to,” he admits. He glances at her. “When did that happen?”

“Last year,” she says. So it’s been long enough that they’re completely healed, he notes, pleased. “Eloise wanted us to get tattoos, but I didn’t want something so permanent. So she got a tattoo, and I got the piercings.”

Colin can’t even bring himself to care about Eloise’s secret tattoo. He wants to see the piercings again. “They suit you,” he says.

“Stop,” Penelope says, scrunching up her nose. Colin is struck with the urge to lean over and kiss her.

“What?” he says. “Stop what?”

“Flirting with me. I know you don’t see me like that.”

His breath catches, and he feels like a prize idiot that he ever let Penelope Featherington think he doesn’t find her attractive. Because he does, and maybe he hasn’t always acknowledged that, but he doesn’t want to deny it any longer.

“Pen—” he starts, only for Eloise to come barrelling down the stairs, dressed now in jeans and a t-shirt, hardly date attire, but who is he to tell his little sister what to wear? Especially when he’s never been so eager to get rid of her.

“I’ll be home later,” Eloise calls as she breezes past them, barely sparing them a second glance. “Maybe. I’ll text you.” And then she’s gone.

There’s a charged silence, neither Penelope or Colin looking at each other.

“Pen,” Colin tries again. “I’m not flirting just for fun. I think the piercings look really sexy.” He inwardly curses himself for using the word sexy. Could he not just have called her hot like a normal person? Except hot doesn’t really quite cover it, does it?

“You do?” she squeaks.

He nods. “So fucking sexy,” he breathes, emboldened now that she doesn’t seem to be offended or disgusted by his advances. He’s looking at her now, but she can still barely meet his eye. He’s never seen her this shy before. He reaches for her, rubbing the cotton of her robe between his thumb and forefinger. “Can I see?”

Penelope meets his eyes as she lets the robe fall open. His eyes immediately dip to her breasts, to where her piercings are outlined by the slightly damp fabric. His breath hitches.

“Fuck,” he murmurs.

“Colin,” Penelope says, breathy and strained. He flicks his eyes to hers, and then he’s leaning towards her, and she’s tilting her chin up, her lips parting as his mouth descends on hers. His eyes flutter shut at the last moment, and then he’s kissing her. She lets him lead the kiss, curious and languid, tasting her lips, her mouth, her tongue. And then she deepens the kiss, searching for more, her teeth dragging over his lip, her tongue pushing back a little, and he loses it.

He breathes her in, devours her, pushes his body up against hers so he can feel her soft breasts squashed against his bare chest, her piercings pressing into him. His fingers tangle into her hair, and he lets out an involuntary moan, which in turn elicits one from Penelope.

His other hand finds her waist, stroking her soft skin with his thumb, until he grows brave enough to move it higher, and higher, and when she doesn’t stop him, he puts his hand over her breast, cupping her. He rubs his palm over her nipple, obsessed with the way the piercing feels under his hand. She whines in the back of her throat as he plays with it, and the sound goes straight to his cock, jolting it to full attention.

He moves the hand in her hair to her other breast, and then he’s thumbing her piercings, rolling them under his palms, twisting and tugging lightly, until she’s no longer kissing him, just gasping into his mouth.

“Colin,” she pants.

“Does that feel good?” he whispers.

“Yes. Yes.”

“Has anyone ever done this before?”

“No—I—no,” she whines. “Don’t stop.”

She’s clutching him to keep herself upright, her body straining towards him. She’s completely pliant for him, each movement he makes causing her body to react. It’s intoxicating.

“God, Pen,” Colin groans. Penelope lets go of him, only so she can shrug off her robe, leaving her in just that tiny blue bikini, her beautiful curvy body on display for him. He slips one hand inside her bikini top, while the other snakes around to her neck to pull on the tie holding the top up. He pulls the damp fabric away from her body, an embarrassingly whiny sound escaping him when he sets eyes on her bare tits, each of her nipples adorned with a shiny metal bar piercing.

He pushes her backwards, somehow having the presence of mind to pull a cushion from the sofa as he lowers her towards the carpet, slipping it under her head as he kisses her. He’s grinning as he lifts his head again, and Penelope giggles, making him beam harder. And then, because he can’t physically restrain himself any longer, he puts his head down and runs his tongue over her nipple, delighting in the way she arches up towards him.

He toys with her other piercing with his fingers, then switches sides, making sure each nipple gets the worship it deserves. The way she squirms and pants makes his head rush, and his cock is throbbing painfully. He’s not sure he’s ever been so turned on in his life. Penelope begins to rub her thighs together, and he’s certain she’s just as aroused as he is.

Desperate to find out, Colin removes his hand from her nipple and slips it between her legs, her hips bucking when he presses his fingers against her clit through her bikini bottoms.

“Are you wet?” he asks breathlessly, removing his mouth from her nipple for half a second to ask the question.

“Yes,” Penelope tells him shakily. He slides his hand over her thigh and under the string holding the bottoms together. “Colin,” she moans. “Are we going to have sex?”
He lifts his head properly then, so he can look her in the eye, admire her flushed face and chest. “Do you want to?”

She nods eagerly. “Yes. Definitely yes.”

He grins, then darts in to kiss her, and at the same time pulls on the bow on her bikini bottoms, and then the other. He pulls the fabric away, lowering his eyes so he can see her bared for him, a small thatch of auburn hair between her legs.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” he says, his voice lower and more gravelly than he’s ever heard it.

“So are you,” Penelope says, because she’s always been incapable of taking a compliment. But he intends to stop at nothing until she believes it, even if it takes him his whole life. She reaches out to run her fingers down his chest and stomach, until she reaches the band of his shorts, when she flicks her eyes back up to his. He gets the hint, and shucks his shorts as quickly as possible, letting his hard cock spring free.

Penelope actually whimpers when she sees it, and he lets it feed his ego, feeling smug as he riffles through the pocket of his shorts for the condom. He tears the wrapper open, his stomach lurching pleasantly when Penelope sits up to take it from him and put it on him herself. He huffs in pleasure at her touch, forcing himself to sit still and not thrust into her small hands.

Instead, he focuses on her piercings again, because he can’t get enough, and he lightly toys with one of them, pulling her into a heated kiss before she lowers her head onto the pillow again, pulling her with him.

Colin slips his hand between her legs again, feeling how wet she is under his fingers.
“I need you,” she breathes, and Colin takes his fingers away, replacing them with the head of his cock, positioning himself at her entrance. He pushes into her, groaning as his cock is consumed by her warm, wet cunt, and she moans in return.

He thrusts his hips, slow at first, then a little faster, harder, until he’s locked into the perfect rhythm, evidenced by her cries of pleasure. He can feel her piercings grazing across his chest with every thrust as her tits bounce, and he wonders if that sensation is bringing her as much pleasure as it is him.

“Pen,” he pants. “Fuck, Pen, you feel so good.”

“Colin,” she responds. “Right there. Yes, yes. Oh—” she cuts herself off, going silent for half a second, then giving an even longer, louder moan as she comes. Colin can feel her pussy fluttering around him, squeezing him, and then he’s gone too, shuddering as he reaches the peak of pleasure.

They both collapse, spent, Colin rolling to the carpet beside Penelope as their chests heave in time, gasping for breath.

“That was—” Penelope starts.

“Incredible,” Colin finishes. He turns his head towards her. “Right?”

“Right,” Penelope smiles, looking at him with hooded eyes and a satisfied smile. “Who knew a couple of piercings would be all it took to get you to do that to me.”

Colin snorts. “Come on, Pen, it’s not as if you’ve been thinking about this any longer than I have.” She hesitates, looking away, and Colin’s heart seizes in his chest. “Have you?”

“Quite a long time, actually,” Penelope admits.

“Pen—”

“I guess I can cross it off the bucket list now,” she says, forcing a brave smile.

“Just using me for my body, are you?” Colin says, half smiling, his heart thrumming. He absolutely cannot let this be a one time thing.

“Are you suggesting something else?” she asks, almost hopefully.

“A date? To start with.”

She smiles, more genuine this time. “Okay.”

“But you have to promise me you’ll protect me if Eloise tries to fight me for your honour.”

Penelope giggles, the sweetest sound he’s ever heard—next to her moans while she was in the throes of passion. “Deal,” she agrees.

I absolutely loved this!

Regency sex in a public place. Before marriage preferably.

When Colin finds out Penelope is LW he punishes her and then ties her to the bed so she doesn't make any more trouble. (NOT non-con, she's into it, regency)

daddy kink

Anthony fucks his sister every night while she's asleep. (up to author if she knows and is into it or not)

Anthony is so obsessed with Kate he begins stalking/spying on her, sneaking into her room to smell her, steal her underwear etc and maybe eventually fuck her

Simon has developed a thing for Diamonds and must seduce the queens newest choice

modern au, anthony is shocked to find kate is still a virgin at 26 and makes it his mission to be the one to change that

Edwina may not be his first choice, but he's very pleased with how obedient and submissive she is, especially in the bedroom

stripper Kate giving Anthony a lap dance at the club

Kate and Edwina have fallen on hard times, and Edwina comes up with the idea to find a sugar daddy, which Kate is quick to shut down. But she secretly finds one for herself instead.

Or it could be that she agrees that Edwina has a sugar daddy as long as she gets to meet him and approve of him, but Anthony finds he likes Kate better.

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Bridgerton Kink Meme - Issue 2

RULES

Just a reminder that you CAN

Fills!

Anthony/Violet (incest, possible dubcon)

Kate/Anthony ABo

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no subject

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MOD

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Colin/Penelope

Penelope/Colin art fill

Re: Penelope/Colin art fill

Re: Penelope/Colin art fill

girls in bikinis [part 1/2]

Re: girls in bikinis [part 2/2]

Re: girls in bikinis [part 2/2]

Penelope/Colin

Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington

Anthony/Edwina

Anthony/Daphne (noncon, incest)

Anthony/Kate (dubcon/noncon)

Simon/Edwina

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Edwina

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate