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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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Fills!

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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Anthony fucking Kate in a bed of lilies

It's all Benedict's fault.

If his brother hadn't been running late to dinner, he wouldn't have been forced to go with Anthony to Benedict's studio apartment.
He wouldn't have gotten bored as Anthony attempted to hurry Benedict along and wouldn't have snooped through his brother's desk and laptop.
He would have never have found the folder labeled Pen and never would have clicked on it.
If Benedict had been ready on time and had been sober and not had left his laptop open for a snooping brother to find, he would have never stumbled upon the pictures his brother had of his best friend Penelope...in lingere.

Colin couldn't stop staring, god has she always been this stunning? All lush curves wrapped in lace and silk? All that milky skin covered with freckles?
Yellow lace, pink lace, purple silk, green silk, freckles dotting her shoulders, red hair spilling across the bed sheets, piled high on her head, lips in a sultry red that he didn't ever expect her to wear, other pictures having her in a familiar soft pink lipstick that graced every letter she ever wrote.

He closes his eyes but the image of Penelope in yellow has been burned into his skull.

He could die a happy man with that image on his mind being his last thought.

He clicks through the photos- Penelope on her back, on her side, standing, bent over, sitting on a chair, mid-laughter, a smile on her face, and not just any smile but the smile she normally gives him and suddenly the feeling of lust he has turns into jealously.

Why was his brother have these?

Are he and Penelope together?

His brother and his best friend?

Sweet Penelope and his dumb ass brother?

Together? Kissing? Fucking? Seeing her in lingere?

He's seeing red and it takes all his energy to not punch Bendeict as he and Anthony come out of his room.

Benedict's eyes widen when he sees him near his laptop and rushes over to close it.

"We're going to be late."

"Where was this concern half an hour ago."

"Sorry, I had a session run late."

Colin tries to appear casual as he glares at his brother's head, "What kind of session?"

"Boudoir."

Colin clenches his jaw as Anthony guides them all into the car and then drives them to the restaurant.

Everyone is already there and Anthony hurries to his wife's side, kissing her as they has been apart for centuries and not an half an hour. Colin looks away and his eyes land on Penelope and Eloise, the two of them giggling. His eyes narrow as Benedict sits across from them, ruffling Gregory's hair and shooting Penelope a look, whatever he says making her laugh and Colin finds himself marching to his chair, next to Penelope, pissed.
He sits down with a loud thud and reaches for his drink, giving everyone a tense and dull nod.

Penelope places a hand on his arm and he turns to give him a tight smile.

"You okay?"
He nods and he feels bad as her face drops in disappointment at his lie. But now is not the time for this conversation.

Colin doesn't say much during dinner, too busy poking at his dinner with a fork, trying to keep his mind from wandering.

Penelope is wearing a dress and he finds himself wondering what she is wearing under the dress.

He wants to find out.

He wants to find out what she's wearing if she has freckles other places, what sounds she would make if he kissed her, if her blush would travel down her body if he asked her to sit on his face.

Oooh yes this is awesome, I can't wait to see where it goes

'I missed you' sex when she goes back home after one of her trips in s2

breeding kink

Violet has an impregnation kink. Anthony, even as a teenager, looks a lot like his father. (And at least Gregory and Hyacinth, and possibly Francesca and Eloise too, could be Anthony's kids going by age!)

Due to the scandalous nature of the prior Sharma wedding attempt, they need to have a "proper" engagement with a proper waiting period who's going to crack first and/or the number of ways Anthony Continues To Claim He's A Gentleman

Colin and Penelope get caught in a downpour and are soaked through. They go to one of their apartments and peel off their clothes. One thing leads to another

love it so far, looking forward to more!

It's all Colin's fault.

Him and his stupid friends.

Him and his "Oh I would never date Pen! She's just a friend. I don't see her like that."

Like what?

As someone pretty? Someone who is girlfriend material?

As someone who could be more than a friend?

It hurt a bit, to know that the man she is secretly in love with has never seen her like that.

So she did what any self respecting women would do, eat icecream and go shopping.

She brought a lot of lingere, she kinda had a thing for it, nothing made her feel sexier, made her feel more gorgeous than a nice set of lace panties and bra, some garters, a corset, she loved spluring on things that made her feel good.

And so as she tried them on, staring at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel sad that no one was really going to see them.

Sure she got them for herself, but still she looked hot and she wanted to show someone.

So she called Benedict Bridgerton and asked him how much a boudoir photoshoot cost- he told her that she got the family and friend discount, so the photoshoot would be free.

So Penelope marched over to Benedict's studio, armed with her lingere and posed against the black sheets that Benedict had laid out for her. She perched her ass on the desk, stood under the lights, and even daringly posed near the window, half naked in front of the mirror.

Benedict made the shoot fun, cracking jokes and singing along to the songs on the radio, making her feel happy and at ease.

The four hours had passed quickly, and they had even accidentally when over the time, and he swore he would get them done as soon as possible.

A quick kiss and than she was gone, going to get ready for dinner with the Bridgerton.

She was on a good mood, wearing a pretty black lace under her dress.

Except Collin was in a bad mood and it quickly brought her mood down, especially when he kept snapping at his brother.

As soon as dinner is over, Penelope is dragging Collin out to the balcony, and glares at him.

"What the hell Col?"

He looks at her eyes wide, she hardly curses.

"What?"

"You're acting like a dick, What's gotten into you? Did you and Benedict have a fight?"

His eyes darken and he crosses his arms, "Since when do you care about Benedict so much?"

"Since always, your brothers have always been like family."

Collins snorts and Penelope has to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"You have something to say Colin Bridgerton?"

"You got something to tell me Penelope Featherinton?"

The two of them look at each other and Penelope is suddenly aware of how close they are too each other.

Somehow Collin had backed her up against the wall, his face inches away from hers.

"I saw the pictures."

She gasps and his hand slides up her tight, towards her center.

Her eyes fall close asone of his fingers strokes the wet material.

"Fuck baby, you're so wet. Is that for me?"

"Col-"

'Penelope! Collin!"

Collin wretches himself away from her and Penelope opens her eyes suckign in a breath of air she didn't realize she was holding.

The door open and Daphne gives them a strange look, eyes flickering between them.

"Dessert is ready? Do you two need moment?"

"Penny just needed some air."

Colin wraps an arm around his sister's shoulder steering her back inside asking her if she and Simon were going to have more kids.

Anal - Simon used to fuck her ass to avoid pregnancy, but they stopped doing that once everything cleared up between them. However, it's been a while now and Daphne misses it

Courting/marriage of convenience due to two cases of 'being in love with an unavailable Bridgerton' or to make them jealous! No AU, please

Cunnilingus and radical politics banter

“You should not be here,” Kate whispers.

Deep down, Anthony knows that. He knows that being alone with Kate Sharma in a closet, while her sister, his bride to be, deliberates on whether or not she’s actually going to marry him, is the last place he should be. And yet, it’s the only place he wants to be. Here, just the two of them, the rest of the world and its expectations a distant memory.

She brushes past him, the intoxicating scent of lilies filling his nostrils, and he catches her wrist instinctively, desperate to keep her here with him, despite his earlier pronouncement that she must do something to fix the situation.

“Just, just—” he starts. She stops. He grips her tighter. Her skin is so soft under his. He stares down at the bangle on her wrist—that damn bangle, the reason they’re in this closet together in the first place. It’s a reminder of his own stupidity—not just because of how he momentarily lost his mind when he scrambled for it in the church, but because it makes him conscious of how much he’d like to see her wearing nothing but those bangles.

And then, maybe even worse than that primal, inescapable desire, it makes him realise how little he knows of her culture, and how he wants to learn everything about her. How he wants to hear her talk about her homeland, her childhood, the meaning behind things such as these beautiful adornments on her wrists.

“Wait,” he says, his eyes meeting hers, though he has no idea what they’re waiting for. He just needs to be in her presence a little longer. She doesn’t pull away. He caresses her hand, aching to feel those fingers on his chest, around his cock. She’s too close for comfort, and yet not close enough. Close enough for her perfume to consume him, drive him mad with want and leave him yearning.

He can see it in her eyes too. Those dark eyes, so deep, so expressive. He can see her every emotion in them. How his touch, his presence fills her with want. How guilt and self-loathing eats at her, the same way it eats at him. He cannot kiss her, he knows he cannot kiss her. He courted and proposed to her sister, and though Kate may maintain that she’s the one that ruined her sister’s life, he knows he at least had a hand in it. Kissing Kate now will only make things worse.

Still, he’s drawn in, until their lips are only a breath apart. She’ll pull away, he’s sure of it. She will be the one to think rationally, because he is incapable of it. But she doesn’t, and the temptation of her soft, plump lips is too great to resist. He closes the infinitesimal distance between them, capturing her lips with his as he tugs her towards him, crushing her chest against his.

Kissing her is somehow an immense relief, like pressure on a wound, yet at the same time it’s an accelerant, oil on a housefire, only making him burn more intensely for him. She gasps against his mouth, and he moans, slipping his tongue between her lips to explore her mouth. He can feel her breasts heaving against his chest. His hands fist in her dress. God, he wants to rip it from her body.

“Anthony,” she breathes, and God, if his name falling off her lips in that absolutely sinful way isn’t the best sound he’s ever heard.

“Kate,” he rasps in return. “Kate.”

She whines, and he’s kissing her deeper, his hands roaming now, unable to keep still. She lets him put his hands on her breasts, may even thrust them towards him a little as he cups them in his hands, squeezes them through the silk of her dress.

His mouth drops to her neck, and he trails kisses down the slope of it, across her collarbone, to the tops of her breasts, all the while going mad as he breathes in her sweet floral scent, revels in the feel of her body under his hands, the softness of her skin under his lips. He aches and he yearns for more, his cock throbbing, as hard as it’s ever been.

He pushes her back, pinning her against the door. Her arms wind around his neck, fingers threading into his hair, clinging to him like she couldn’t bear to be separated from him. He feels the same. To let her go now would be devastating.

His knee finds its way between her legs, parting them, pushing her dress up to her thighs, revealing her long, toned calves. He slots his thigh between her legs, pressed right against the juncture, and she grinds down against him, rubbing herself on his thigh wantonly, like she has no control over her own actions anymore. He cannot fault her for that—he has lost all sense of reason and decency as well.

“Kate,” he groans. “Kate, I need you.”

“I need you,” she pants. “Please.”

This isn’t how he wanted it to go. The hundreds of times he imagined making love to her—taking her virginity—it was always slow and tender. In some fantasies he was married to her, in others it was a stolen moment under a starlit sky. But it was never this rushed, urgent encounter in a storage room, still mostly dressed, while his wedding guests paced outside, waiting for his bride’s return.

Kate deserves better than this, he knows that. But he knows that they will never get better than this, and he’s too far gone now to turn back. Not when she’s equally as desperate for him, her body warm and pliant beneath her, begging for him to touch her, to end this torture.

He shoves her dress up to her waist and pushes his hand into her underwear. She moans as his fingers make contact with her swollen clit, then slides along her dripping wet slit.

His breathing is shaky as he kisses her, absolutely wrecked already. She’s panting as he rubs her clit with his fingers, and she’s moving her hips to gain more friction.

“Please,” she begs. “Please, please.”

“God, Kate,” he groans. “Are you sure?”

“Please don’t stop now.”

He unfastens his breeches hurriedly, fumbling with the laces. He extracts his cock, and Kate reaches out to touch him, wrap her dainty hand around his girth. He’s been so repressed of late, he feels as though he might come just from that simple touch.

He yanks her underwear down, moaning at the sight of her pussy. He wishes he had time to worship he like he should, to put his mouth on her cunt, taste her sweet juices. He can smell her sex from here, just as, if not more enticing than the scent of lilies he can always detect on her. But unless he wants to risk being caught with her like this, he cannot afford to be as thorough as he would like.

Still, he commits the sight and smell of her to memory. Whether or not he marries Edwina today, this moment with Kate here and now is all they will ever get.
He pushes his cock up into her, feeling her walls stretch and clench around him as she melts for him.

“Anthony,” she moans. “Oh—I feel—” He thrusts, and she cries out. He cannot hold back any longer. He should remind her to be quiet, but he cannot bring himself to, not when her moans of pleasure are like music to his ears, spurring him on, making him more desperate for release. Besides, he thinks he is just as loud himself, grunting as he fucks her against the door, the two of them like rabid animals, clutching at each other, slamming their hips together with unbridled passion.

“Kate, Kate,” he moans, and she moans his name back, and he commits that to memory too, along with the feel of her cunt, milking his cock.

Her cries become sharper as she nears orgasm, her breathing laboured as she uses his cock for her pleasure. “Yes,” she pants. “Yes, yes.” And then she shatters. He can hear it in the way her voice cracks as she cries out, feel it in the way her pussy convulses around him, floods his cock with her juices, pulls him closer, tighter.

He takes a long, deep breath, inhaling her, and then he hits his peak too, pushing his cock as deep as it will go, filling her with his seed. He lets out a strangled sob, half relieved the agony of wanting her has been satiated, yet deep down knowing it’s barely begun.

He doesn’t want to let her go. Doesn’t want be without her touch, her smile, her wit, her scent. He wants to stay lodged deep inside her. He’s aware that giving in to his desires has only made things worse for himself in the long run. Now he knows how good it is, and that nothing and no one else will ever measure up.

But he pulls away, her skirts dropping and he doesn’t even really get to bask in the post-orgasm afterglow, because his duty awaits, and this selfish lapse in honour is over. His heart lurches sickeningly when he notices the wet droplets on Kate’s cheeks.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks, his voice trembling. He reaches out to brush her tears away with his thumb.

“No, Lord Bridgerton,” Kate says, putting the wall, the distance back up between them with her words. He understands, but it still hurts. He feels as though he may cry himself. “It was far from painful. I fear the pain is yet to come.”

Anthony swallows. “Yes,” he murmurs.

“I shall speak to Edwina again,” Kate says. “All this will be sorted out.”

He doesn’t stop her this time, as she leaves. But he’s sure a piece of his heart goes with her.

Daphne doesn't interrupt Kate and Anthony in the library in 2x04 and they have sex, Anthony also goes down on her.

Library smut during the storm

Semi-public sex in the gazebo again, this time after they are engaged

Kate and Anthony have sex in the stables after a morning ride once they are married.

Hand kink (sucking, biting, kissing), show canon.

Anthony and Kate end up in a heated argument at Lady Danbury's soiree in 2x02 and end up having frustrated semi-public sex.

One night during the visit to Aubrey Hall, Kate wanders the halls and she overhears Anthony saying her name as he masturbates - possible voyeurism?

2x05 smut - The thread of honor snaps and Kate and Anthony have sex after the "you are the bane of my existence and the object of all my desires" scene.

Kate is getting loud during the gazebo sex scene, and Anthony needs to find a way to keep her quiet so they are not discovered.

Orgasm denial, edging

The night after Anthony's dip in the lake, Kate dreams of him.

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Bridgerton Kink Meme - Issue 2

RULES

Just a reminder that you CAN

Fills!

Anthony/Kate

Only Brought This Dress So You Can Take It Off 1/

Re: Only Brought This Dress So You Can Take It Off 1/

Daphne/Simon

Penelope/Colin

Anthony/Violet (incest, underage)

Anthony/Kathani (Kate)

Colin Bridgerton/Penelope Featherington

Re: Only Brought This Dress So You Can Take It Off 1/

Re: Only Brought This Dress So You Can Take It Off 2/3

Daphne/Simon

Penelope/Michael

Eloise Bridgerton/Theo Sharpe

a lapse in honour

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate

Anthony/Kate