#lord Debling fanfic

[madhatterbri]

Wedding Night | Lord Debling

Summary: The Lord proves to be quite the gentleman on their wedding night.

Author's Note: Bri, he was going to leave her for three years. And? Let me have my me time. I'm an Aquarius.

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Y/N's wedding day proved to be one of the happiest days of her young life. Lord Debling held nothing back in giving her the wedding she always dreamed of. While they were still learning each other, she was rather pleased with him. The man had his quirks, but he cared for her deeply.

The bride loved what would come to be her new home. A stable, library, and garden to occupy her free time. It was like a dream come true. A fantasy that became her reality.

After dinner, they went to the library. Books in hand, they read to their hearts content. The pair would pause a couple of times to remark on a particular subject in their book that they enjoyed. At the appropriate time, he announced that he would show her new bedroom.

The stomach tied in knots as they climbed up the stairs. She half hoped they would share a bed together. Despite liking her new surroundings, she didn't feel quite comfortable yet. The Lord was the only person she knew, and it was all still very new.

The wedding night also caused her some distress. Her mother and dearest servant told her what to expect. She was to lay with him and expected to produce an heir. Let him have his pleasures and then leave. It may be unfair, her mother told her, but she wouldn't have to work a day in her life.

"I will come back shortly," he assured her and kissed her forehead. With candlelight in hand, he disappeared towards his chambers across the hall.

Y/N changed into her white nightgown. Her fingers shakily buttoned the buttons that were from her neck to below her breasts. She sat in the middle of the bed. Her head propped up on a pillow and waited.

"Y/N? May I come in?" Lord Debling asked and knocked on the door. Her heart pounded in her chest. This was really going to happen. She called for him to enter. The blonde lord came into her room. His wedding attire long gone and now he wore a night shirt. He stood at the foot of her bed.

"A beautiful day for my beautiful bride," he commented. His eyes gazed at her lovingly.

"My Lord, you always have such sweet words to say to me," she blushed and looked away.

"Alfred," he told her. "Please call me Alfred when we are together,"

"My apologies, Lo- Alfred," she quickly caught her simple mistake. He seemingly smiled at the way he voice spoke his name. So sweet, like honey. Her innocent face looked at him.

"Do you know what comes now?" He asked. Her heart picked up its pace again. She shifted uncomfortably.

"My mama told me," she admitted. Alfred noticed her change immediately. The once bright angel was now nervous.

"I did not mean for my question to cause you such discomfort. What has your mama told you?" He asked. Worry written all over his face.

"That you will have your pleasures, and it will hurt and just lay here," she answered. The Lord shifted and rested his hands on the canopy of the bed.

"Nonsense, my dear," he whispered. Alfred climbed on the bed. His knees carried him over to his dainty wife. Once he saw her try to sink to the bed, he stopped. "Are you frightened of me?"

"I'm sorry, Alfred. I know not of what to expect," she answered.

"You will instruct me of where to kiss and touch you. When you are ready, we will continue," he promised. Y/N took a moment before nodding her head. She visibly relaxed. Alfred rubbed his hands up her leg no higher than the knee.

"I wish to be closer to you. I will sit between your legs but do nothing more until you wish to have me. Is that understood?" He asked. His question was answered when her legs slowly parted to allow him his request.

Once the Lord of the manor was comfortable, he leaned down and kissed her softly. Her eyes closed as she melted in the kiss. He always knew to quiet the storm in her mind. Alfred deepened the kiss.

The worry of her enjoying him washed away when she heard her pant. He swore to himself that he would work to hear more of her noises of pleasure. To his amazement, she wrapped her arms around him.

Alfred pulled away to catch his breath. His thumb ran across her bottom lip. He rubbed her bottom lip down softly. "May I taste you?"

Another nod as they went back to kissing. He licked her bottom lip. She parted her lips to accept him in. His tongue slid inside of her mouth. Their tongues twined around the other. She moaned in the kiss. He pulled away and pulled on her bottom lip with his teeth softly.

"What happens next?" She asked breathlessly. The man truly took her breath away. His charm and kindness made up for all the cruelty in the ton. Y/N couldn't explain it, but something was happening in her body. A pressure was building in her stomach.

"This," he answered and kissed her neck. Alfred kissed and nibbled on the flesh. As with bird watching, he listened carefully for changes in her breathing. He wanted to be able to make her sing for him. One particular kiss, gave him his praise.

"Alfred," she whined and moved her head to the opposite side. The lord understood and didn't leave her spot. He sucked the spot, leaving a mark in its wake. The pressure in her stomach built a little more.

"Angels couldn't sing my name as beautifully as you," he complimented. His forehead rested against hers. Something was eating away at her. A little thing her sister told her. Maybe it would help.

"My cousin told me about her marital bed. I thought it was silly, but she wanted to ease my mind. Her husband, he, well," she stammered and blushed. The girls went into a laughing fit once they talked about this. When she couldn't find the words to speak, she grabbed his hand.

Lord Debling couldn't hide the shocked expression on his face. His wife ran his fingers over her clothed breasts. The tips of his fingers barely touched her hard nipples. Once she relinquished his hand, he found his hands back on her breasts.

"Tell me, my little dove. What did she tell you?" He asked. His hands kneaded her breasts.

"That a woman is sensitive there, and men love to touch them," she answered with a pleasured gasp. His thumbs rubbed over her nipples.

"May I unbutton your dress, my dear?"

Y/N nodded urgently. His fingers worked each button. Lord Debling's face appeared pleased. Like a child opening a big box on Christmas. She touched his forearms and rubbed them. Once her chest was exposed, he pressed them together.

"Beautiful," he whispered and leaned down. His mouth latched on to her nipple. His teeth pulled the pebble softly before engulfing it in his mouth once more.

"My Lord," she moaned. Her arms wrapped around his back. She ran her fingers through his hair. Her mind felt like mush. Lost in the pleasures her husband was providing to her. He paid attention to both breasts, moving from side to side when he felt one was neglected of his touch.

The pressure in her lower belly felt heavier. She feared the feeling wouldn't go away. What if something was wrong? This wasn't the only difference she could feel. Between her legs ached for his touch. A throbbing that wouldn't leave her any peace. She blushed and squirmed at the new sensations.

"Something troubles you," he pointed out. He cupped her cheeks. "Tell me,"

"I fear there is something wrong. My body feels as if it is on fire. Have I done something wrong?" She asked, worried. This marriage was important to her. All she ever wanted was for Alfred to favor her.

"My little wife," he smiled and chuckled playfully. "Your body is reacting so well to me. May we go lower?"

Her face heated knowing the time was getting closer. "Yes,"

Alfred moved her legs to bend at the knee. He lowered his hands to the hem of her nightgown. Painfully slow, he raised the dress higher up her body. Kisses were left in the trail of where the dress was once covering. The nightgown bunched around her waist.

Her breath hitched in her throat. No man had ever seen her like this before. So completely exposed. He was modest about her embarrassment. Alfred kissed between her inner thighs. His beard scratched against her soft skin.

"This may feel weird at first, but you will enjoy it. You have my word," he promised. He kissed higher on her legs before stopping between her legs. She felt his breath on her pussy.

Lord Debling ran his thumb between her sex. He was pleased to see her body was wet for him. Unashamed, he sucked the slick from his finger. Y/N was so perfect for him. His little dove.

With his fingers, he exposed her clit. She tensed yet quickly relaxed when his tongue made contact with her bundle of nerves. His virginal wife made a breathy moan. His tongue swirled in a circular motion as if licking an ice cream cone.

"My Lord," she moaned and gripped the sheets. Her head drifted off to the side. Alfred didn't afford her an opportunity to get used to his actions. His tongue licked side to side before moving up and down a short time later.

He tongued her entrance briefly before finding her clit once more. She melted at his actions. Nibbles and sucks on her sensitive body, caused her to squirm.

"Look at me," he ordered. She stared down between her legs. His blue eyes stared at her intently. While she was distracted by his skilled tongue, Alfred inserted a finger inside of her. He only pushed into the middle of his finger to get her used to it.

He never let up on her as he watched her enjoy herself. The Lord was patient with her. After her walls comfortably accepted his fingers, he added one more. They scissored inside of her to get her ready for him.

Alfred pulled himself away from her. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"Do not be afraid, my dove," he comforted her. Y/N nodded and watched as he removed his nightgown. Her eyes took in his body. She enjoyed the hair on his chest along with his muscular body. "I will go slow,"

Alfred positioned himself between her legs. He rubbed the tip of his length between her folds. Once settled at her entrance, he slowly slipped the head inside of her. He took deep breaths to steady himself.

Once her walls accepted him in, he shoved more of himself inside of her. He leaned down and kissed her lips. Any distraction for her in case he caused her any discomfort. Alfred made short thrusts to get her used to his actions. They moaned into each other.

Each thrust allowed him to slide in a little more. He continued his crusade of peppering her lips and face with kisses. With one final thrust, he knew the deed was done. A pained moan escaped her lips.

"You are doing so well," he praised. His forehead rested against hers. Alfred waited for her body to adapt to him. He pulled out halfway before thrusting once again. Y/N remained silent while he praised her. What felt like an eternity to the Lord, she moaned his name. A voice of the angels.

"I'm here, darling. You look beautiful," he complimented. His thrusts picked up. The bed squeaked under them. Their sounds of pleasure fueling the other on more. Her arms found their way around him. Her nails connected to his skin. He hissed yet didn't complain.

"Alfred, something is happening," she warned. The pressure in her belly felt like it would snap.

"I know, darling. I feel it. Give me everything," he assured her.

Her mother nor her cousin could tell her the full experience of her first orgasm. She felt like she was floating in the air. Her eyes were half closed as her body tightened around him. In her distraction, he gripped her hips and buried his head in her neck. With one last thrust, he spilled his seed inside of her.

They remained still for a while to catch their breath. He removed himself from inside of her. Her nightgown was placed properly while his was placed back on. He moved to leave her bed, yet the look in her eyes stopped him.

"Are you in pain?" He asked with great worry. Despite all his measures, he feared he caused her pain that she wouldn't admit.

"I do not wish to be away from my husband. Please stay with me just for tonight,"

Her heart sank when she stood from her bed. Tears pricked her eyes, yet he slid under the covers next to her. He raised the covers to envelope them around her.

"But just for tonight," he reminded. His arms wrapped around her. She nodded and cuddled into her. They talked about their hopes and dreams for the marriage. His soft snore lured her into a peaceful sleep.

[mymultiverse00]

Smut alphabet - Lord Alfred Debling

Alfred Debling does not actually appear in the Bridgerton book series but has captured my attention nonetheless. Let’s see what we can learn about his private life..

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

- Aftercare king. This soft-spoken softie takes as much pleasure in after-sex snuggles as he does in the actual act. He’ll spend hours taking care of you after sex; holding you, massaging any stiff muscles, or preparing hot baths for you to soak in. If you just want to talk or read for a while, he’s down for that too. He sometimes goes months without having a sexual partner so he wants to make sure every second counts.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

- His favorite body part is definitely his beard. He takes a lot of pride in keeping it neatly groomed and the hair soft because if he’s going to use his mouth to pleasure his partner, he wants them to enjoy the sensation of him rubbing his cheeks and chin on the delicate skin between their thighs. There’s just something so sexy about going down on his partner in the morning and being able to smell their pleasure on his face for the rest of the day.

- His favorite body part on you is your hands. Sometimes he goes months without seeing another person and can become quite touch-starved so when he is back home with you, he wants to be touched as much as possible. He will frequently fall asleep with his hand holding yours just to feel that continued contact.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

- Lord Debling is a man of science and knows a wide variety of ways to make you cum well and often. Nothing turns him on more than a woman lost to multiple orgasms and if you happen to pass out from the exertion, that’s fine. He’ll gently clean you up and stay beside you until you wake up again.

- He’s dedicated years of study to female ejaculation. He wants to make you squirt all over his face or chest and is relentless in his endeavors. Be prepared for a lot of experimenting so he can become as efficient as possible.

- If you aren’t married yet he’s very careful not to cum inside you, no matter how badly he wants to. His life is a little unpredictable right now and he just isn’t ready to start a family just yet. If you are married, you can bet you’re full of his jizz at all times. You do need an heir after all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

- Lord Debling spends the vast majority of his time traveling which makes it difficult to form a serious attachment to any one partner. As a result he has allowed himself to be open to any sexual experience that comes his way. He’s tried it all; tantric sex, orgies, men’s bath houses, brothels, a tent at the summit of a mountain, you name it. He’s definitely a “port in any storm” kind of guy but would never discuss this in polite society.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

- He’s got years of experience and has had the opportunity to try some things most people would consider taboo. He definitely knows what he likes and loves to share his knowledge with his partners.

- He doesn’t mind if you don’t have any experience. He’s a gentle and patient lover and has a lot to teach you. He’ll be very encouraging and give lots of praise.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

- He likes any position where he can see your face clearly. He wants to see your reaction to every touch and caress and catalogs each one the way he does one of his field studies. You are his favorite subject to study.

- Lord Debling is also a huge fan of cock warming. He loves having you in his lap while he works in his office or while you’re sitting out in the gardens together. The constant connection drives him wild and he can stay hard for hours. He’s probably tracking exactly how long and will try to beat the record next time.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

- Alfred’s not really a goofy guy. He’ll flirt a little and tease you verbally before you get down to business, but during he’s very focused and sometimes intense. It’s important to him that you are enjoying yourself so he’s going to be hyper-fixated on helping you cum. He’ll relax a little once you’re all done and will be a bit more lighthearted during pillow talk, but even then, he’s still pretty serious about making sure you’re get enough aftercare.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

- Spending as much time in the wilderness as he does, Lord Debling has very little time for manscaping, aside from his beard. He always keeps himself clean and will attempt to make everything appear tidy if resources allow for it, but overall he’s all natural down there. Fortunately he’s a fair-haired man so even when things are looking a little wild, it’s not exactly an overgrown forest.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

- Intimacy and romance are not something Lord Debling knows well, but he does try. He’s used to quick trysts in the wilderness or paid encounters when he briefly returns to civilization, but once he is committed to you, he will at least attempt to make your time together special. He’ll give you sweet kisses and soft touches, using his body to show you how much he loves you because he knows he could never find the right words. He would never classify himself as a romantic, but you think he does just fine.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

- My guy spends multiple years away from civilization to study birds, of course he’s going to jack off - there’s not much else to do for entertainment when he’s hanging out in a tent or a tree.

- Like with most things, he’s put some study into the art of masturbation and has experimented with a lot of different techniques: breath-play, hands free/verbal arousal, edging, orgasm denial, and you know he’s conducted some time trials to see how quickly he can reach his peak.

- Once he’s in a relationship with you he has less need to jack off, unless he’s doing it with you. He’s probably got a data sheet on that somewhere too- rate of completion with a partner vs rate of completion alone.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

- Lord Debling’s kink is trying new kinks; he’ll either like it or he won’t, so his list can run a little long and changes frequently. Here’s a few:

Praise kink: yes, please! For the love of god, tell this man what he is doing right. (He wants to make a note.)

Sensation play: this little touch-starved bunny needs physical contact with you any way he can get it. Run your fingertips across his bare chest when you’re in bed. Let the soft fabric of your dress brush against his thighs when you dance. Tickle his chin with the feather on your hat when you hug. Anything. Just touch this man, please!

His favorite kink is going to be YOU. He’s obsessed with you - in the most loving, dedicated, non-creepy way. He thinks about you constantly and will go to any lengths to please you. You want to call him Daddy? Ok. Yes. Whatever his little girl wants. You want to be tied up? Absolutely. Alfred’s got a book about shibari right here. Anything you want, just ask. The answer is yes.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

- This one’s probably obvious but he likes to fuck you in nature. The rose garden on his estate - check! The wooded area at Aubrey Hall - just that once but Anthony interrupted. Lady Trowbridge’s hedge maze - every single season for the last 3 years. He’s just as comfortable outdoors as he is indoors.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

- It’s the small domestic things that turn him on the most, things he wouldn’t get to experience when he’s on expedition. Taking tea together in the middle of the day. You preparing his cup perfectly without having to ask if he wants sugar. Getting ready for a party together or watching you take the pins out of your hair before bed. You brushing a bit of stray lint off his jacket for him or straightening his cravat. Being your husband is all the motivation he needs.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

- Alfred refuses to engage in any kind of pain play or blood play. That’s not to say he won’t go hard occasionally or do some light spanking, but he absolutely will not do anything to cause you real pain.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

- Lord Debling is a giver. He’s going down on you as often as you will let him. He can be gentle if that’s how you like it, but if he’s been gone for a while or has had a rough day, it’s going to be feral. He wants you wet and screaming his name and he won’t stop until his beard is absolutely soaked.

- Anytime you want it, he’s there for you; location be damned. There are parts of your home the staff won’t go near if the two of you are together, and no one dares mention that the settee in Alfred’s office has been recovered three times in the last month.

- He will never ask you to return the favor, but is overjoyed when you do. Absolutely loses his mind if you drop down to your knees before him without saying a word, and bonus points if you take him out of his pants without his help.

- Be committed if you are going to start this game and be ready to use your hands as well as your mouth. This man is a pro at denying himself an orgasm and you could be at it for a while.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

- It depends on the situation. At home in bed he’s probably going to go soft and slow. If you’re trying to knock one out in Lady Danbury’s library during a party, he’s going to hit it hard and fast. This man just wants you to be happy. He’s down for whatever you want.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

- Alfred’s no stranger to a good quickie. Do you have any idea how cold it is on a mountain summit? If the urge strikes and you have a willing partner, you’ve got to move fast. No one wants frostbite in their pants.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

- Lord Debling is always willing to experiment! It’s pretty much his favorite thing to do ever. If he’s on his own there’s not much he wont’t do - provided it’s legal, safe, and consensual for all parties involved.

- With you he’s going to be way more careful. He knows your limits and boundaries and would never take risks with your safety or reputation. All new activities are thoroughly discussed and planned before they are ever executed so you know exactly what is going to happen. You do have a safe word, but he hopes you never have to use it.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

- This is a man who climbs mountains for fun, so naturally he’s got some pretty serious stamina. He can go for hours without breaking a sweat and always makes sure you cum at least twice before even thinking about chasing his own pleasure.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

- Alfred doesn’t mind the use of toys and if you want to use them together, he’s fine with that.

- He likes to keep things simple though. He’ll use his silk cravat to blindfold you or tie you up. He’ll brush flower petals or blades of grass over your skin. There’s always going to be some new variety of feather he wouldn’t mind bringing to the party. He’ll spank you with his hands, but never with a belt or a cane; he just couldn’t bear to hurt you or bruise your skin.

- If you want to get more daring and try out some of the new devices being used in France, he’ll buy those for you immediately, but be prepared for the “testing” he’s going to want to do when they arrive. Honestly, this man’s favorite sex toy is probably his brain.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

- He might tease you a little bit or flirt with you, but really, when this man makes a promise, he’s going to deliver. Don’t make jokes about “not being able to walk straight tomorrow,” because he will see to it that your wish comes true. Better have a nap, sweetie; it’s going to be a long night.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

- This one again depends on the situation, or really, the location. A lazy day out in a meadow? You can’t keep this man quiet. At the summit of a mountain? He’s going to hold back so as not to cause an avalanche. He’s a moaner, for sure, and probably a grunter too, but what he’s really into is words.

- Lord Debling speaks several languages and spends a lot of time with sailors; so you know he’s got a dirty mouth and can say just filthy things to you 14 different ways. He doesn’t even have to touch you sometimes. He can make you cum with just words alone.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

- He would love to have a 3-way with any combination of the ABC Bridgerton Brothers - for your benefit and his.

- He finds Anthony’s dominance sexy as hell; Benedict’s smile makes him a little weak in the knees; and he’d love to teach young Colin a thing or two he’s picked up during his travels. If you want to watch he’s perfectly comfortable with that. If not, he’d only do it with your permission and away from your home.

- If you want to participate, he’ll let you pick the Brother and call all the shots. Is kissing allowed? You decide who and where. What about penetration? Again, your choice. If you want 2 men absolutely worshiping you, Alfred is all in, and if he gets to be worshiped a little too, even better.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

- Lord Debling has broad shoulders and a firmly muscled chest, toned and strengthened by years of strenuous activities like rock climbing and tree climbing. He has strong, shapely arms and legs covered in a light dusting of hair that could almost be considered strawberry blond, probably due to some long lost Irish heritage. His cock is pretty average, somewhere between 6 to 6.5 inches long and girthy as hell. He has a light tan everywhere on his body and pale freckles scattered throughout. He’d never call himself handsome but you’ve never seen anyone so handsome in your entire life.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

- Alfred’s sex drive is pretty high once he’s married to you. He can have you multiple times a day, everyday, if you’re willing, and he’s never had that before. It takes him awhile to get comfortable asking for sex, but once you find your rhythm, all it takes is a heated look or a gentle touch and he knows you’re good to go.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

- Lord Debling refuses to fall asleep after sex unless you do it first and he will not be keeping separate chambers. He’s been alone for far too long and he will not waste precious time with you sleeping.

- He’s the big spoon most of the time and if you wake up needy in the middle of the night he’s right there to fulfill whatever desire you might have.

- You can always tell when Alfred needs to be the little spoon. His eyes look a little weary and his smile seems a little tight, but he knows after a few hours wrapped up in your arms, everything is going to be alright.

[storiesaplenty]

Take a Flyer

Lord Debling x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist

“Flyers” were shoes, so this phrase describes having sex while still dressed or “without going to bed.”

Just like all my other stories, has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings. Smut below the cut. Unprotected sex. P in v. Creampie

WC 583

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

"Alfred, please." She whined as I bent her over the arm of the settee, bunching up her skirts.

"Please, what my darling?" I questioned as I undid my own breeches

"The guests are waiting."

"What did I say in my letters I sent home?" I fisted my cock, slapping it against her leaking pussy.

I pushed just the tip in, savouring the feeling of her warmth. Oh, how I have missed this.

She pushed her hips back or tried to take me deeper. I pulled back, making her cry out in frustration.

"What did I say, my dear?"

"That I will be dripping with your seed every day that you are home."

"And I intend to keep that promise, my love." I slammed into her, reaching around to cover her mouth as she let out a scream of my name.

"Was too long without you wrapped around my cock. Lord, I have missed you."

"And I intend to keep that promise, my love." I slammed into her, reaching around to cover her mouth as she let out a scream of my name.

I have been gone for 5 months, and I regretted not bringing her along with me this time, but she insisted on coming with me the next trip.

I have been home only three days, and I have spent every single moment buried deep within her walls.

Our meals were brought to us in our bedroom. The moment we were done, I was on her.

But not today, no.

This dinner party had been in the works for months now, and there was no way she was going to cancel it, so she was up before I was this morning, and she has been on the go since.

My cock ached for her all day, even finishing myself off would not do the trick. Not when I have my wife so close to me, whose body and soul I have missed more than anything.

So when I found her in our drawing room, waiting to make her entrance and suprise everyone that I was home, I had to make quick use of our time together, knowing how our dinner parties can go well into the night, sometimes the next day.

My pace was slow, savouring this moment of being in her once more, but then the thought of someone walking in on us, awake something in me.

I pulled her hips back with every single thrust. Groans and moans falling from my own lips as soft pants left hers.

I couldn't hold back anymore, with one final thrust, I stilled as I came deep within her. My face scrunching up at the intense pleasure.

A soft gasp fell from her lips. I pulled out of her and watched as my spent slowly started to leak onto her thighs. I put the skirts of her dress back down and myself away.

"I am sorry, my love. Once they are gone, I will make it up to you." I have always made sure she finishes, doesn't matter if it is by my cock, fingers or mouth.

She cupped my face in her hand, and I leaned into it, kissing her palm.

"I know you will, Alfred. Come. Our guests are waiting and I am very hungry."

I sat there, talking with an acquaintance, watching her out of the corner of my eye, knowing that her and I share a dirty little secret between the two of us.

The thought of her sitting there with my cum leaking out of her, made my cock twitch in my breeches.

Oh yes, I will be making it up to her once everyone is gone.

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[peachpitfics]

Out of the Woods

Fandom: Bridgerton

Summary: As Lord and Lady Debling, you are headed back to your estate to spend time together in seclusion before your new husband has to leave for his next research endeavour.

Length: 3.3k

Pairing:  Lord Alfred Debling x fem!reader

Content Warnings: fingering, public sex, penetrative sex, vaginal sex, breeding/impregnation.

Bridgerton master list (tag list)

Lord Debling’s estate was several days away by carriage, but that was no matter, you had each other to get to know along the way. There had only been your family present at the wedding, and a few of Alfreds close friends and colleagues. It was suspected by yourself and your family that perhaps you would not be meeting the Lords family at all.

The wedding night had been more than you had dreamed of, and while he had explicitly claimed he was not looking for love, you could see the beginnings of something forming between you. Your new husband was gentle and kind, with the softest touch – your mother had warned you on your wedding day that men took their pleasures with their wives that evening. But she was wrong, Lord Debling allayed all your fears, quelled your nerves, and held you tightly all night.

“Are you excited to see the manor?” Lord Debling reached over to you, sitting next to him, and clasped his hand around yours. His touch never seemed out of place or uncomfortable.

“Yes, of course I am Alfred” You replied, looking out the window to see if it was getting nearer. In the distance, a sprawling manor, snugly built into a valley, was surrounded by overgrown trees and vines. It looked peaceful. His thumb stroked the top of your hand in fondness, excited to see you so alit.

The manor had wide, deep blue double doors and tall windows, you were sure this home would be filled with a lot of light. The service staff of the house all stood outside to greet you, their own excitement bubbling over. Alfred appeared to be friendly with each member of staff, shaking hands and even offering his head housekeeper a warm hug upon arrival.

“Is this your lovely bride then, my Lord?” The middle-aged woman asked, beaming at you.

“So, it is. I’d like you all to get acquainted with Lady Y/n – My travels begin in a weeks’ time, and I will be leaving her ladyship in charge of the entire estate” Alfred placed a firm hand at the small of your back and pulled you into him.

Clambering up the front steps, Alfred began giving you the grand tour of your new home. The study, the library, the master bedroom and even the nursery – something in you was not expecting there to be a full nursey set up no meters from where you were sleeping. But it did excite you, the thought of children running around the manor to keep you busy while Alfred was away. It was your favourite room in the manor.

Leading you back to the sitting room at the front of the house, he held both your hands in his, “If you could eat anything for supper tonight, what might it be?” Alfred asked excitedly.

His question took you by surprise. You had taken on your husband’s lifestyle as soon as he asked for your hand.

“I would greatly appreciate fresh bread,” Your mouth began watering, “And eggs! Perhaps also some jam” You blushed, thinking about the insane request you just made.

Alfred laughed heartily, “Of course, I should hope we will not be having the jam and eggs together” He prayed, scooping you up into his arms and laying you on the settee by the window. It would not have mattered what size you were, Alfreds strength was clear and effortless. Even without a love match, you felt adored. Every interaction seemed romantic.

You spent the evening in the dining room, speaking about your lives back and forth, picking at bread and cheese the cook had sent out after you kept on at the table well after the meal was finished. It was nice, getting to know someone on this level.

There was a lull in the conversation, you could tell your husband wanted to ask you something.

“Y/n, the housekeepers have prepared a room for you across the hall from the master bedroom,” He swallowed, “However, you are welcome to sleep with me. The choice is yours, of course, and I will bare no ill will, whatever you choose”. Alfred was so very well spoken, even if he was trying not to choke on the words from nervousness.

You thought about it for a moment. You would have plenty of time to be alone with your thoughts. Sleeping separately would create an unintentional divide and even damage your chances of falling in love. The decision felt simple to you.

“I should like to sleep in the master bedroom” You flashed him a delicate smile.

“I would like that, very much” He replied, an uncontrollably grateful smile glistening in his eyes. You could see it when he looked at you, this glint of hope, right in the centre of his luminous blue iris. “Shall we go to bed then?” Alfred stood, holding out his hand to escort you up the stairs.

Lying together in bed, unsure of what was considered appropriate, you kept your fingers woven together, hands planted on your stomach. You felt him roll onto his side to face you in the dark, so you matched him, getting a little closer.

“I apologise for my introspection; I do not know how to act” Alfred whispered to you.

“I have not been married before. I know how to run a house, keep things going… But I have never been a wife before, I do not know either” You reassured him he was not the only one feeling a little lost.

“I am sure we will get used to being together” Alfred reached out, squeezing your arm in solidarity, “I think I should like sharing a bed with you. I wish to speak to you tomorrow on some matters only husband and wife should discuss. However, my lady, I am so very tired from travelling and I must sleep” He sighed, drifting forward in the blackness to press his warm lips into yours. Shivers of excitement raced down your body as you spun around and slid into his arms, the both of you falling asleep in minutes.

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Alfred invited you to breakfast the following day, your heart pounded as you made your way to the dining room, wondering what he wanted to speak to you about. Breakfast was quiet, there was an apprehensive tenseness in his shoulders and the way he picked prudently at his eggs.

“I am of the impression you are feeling less than confident about what you must discuss with me today, Alfred. I want you to know that I will listen to what you have to say with respect and consideration” You tried to reassure him.

His face upturned, “I am pleased to hear it. The questions I have are easy enough to ask, but I do struggle with beginning the conversation, without appearing too direct” He cleared his throat with a soft chuckle.

“Do not concern yourself, simply ask the questions you would like answered and I will do my best” You nodded once, putting down your fork and straightening your dress.

“Alright,” Alfred shuffled uncomfortably, “I would like to discuss the possibility of an heir. I know that I am going to be away for some time, and I will be leaving you to care for the estate. I wish to have children, and I know that your mama had said that you were also committed to little ones. Is that true?” The words tumbled from him in a heap.

“Of course, my mother would never have lied about my desires. I have always wanted children, as long as I can remember I have dreamed of being a mother” You beamed. Alfred seemed relieved in hearing this, and you felt the same similar alleviation.

“Thank goodness,” Alfred sighed happily, “Is this something you would like to achieve before I am to go away? I understand that I would miss the first several years of our first child’s life, but if it would make you happy, I would be agreeable to trying.”

Your face could not hide the stretch of your smile at all. Nothing would have made you happier; you had fretted over this conversation, your mind telling you that there was no way Alfred would want children, considering his endeavors. It seemed you could not be more wrong, and with every passing moment between you, love bloomed further in your heart.

“I think a picnic, this afternoon, in my favourite spot!” Alfred rubbed his hands together excitedly. You nodded fervently, clawing to spend more time with him before he left.

The cook prepared a picnic basket, with wine and bread, cheese, and fruits. There was a blanket inside also. You assumed this was something he did often, even alone, as the picnic basket was quite worn. The basket hung on his left forearm, his other hand clasped in yours as he led you out the kitchen door, and across the field.

“Tis not a far way to walk” He remarked, making sure you had comfortable shoes on anyhow. You squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for caring enough to check.

The grass was long and unkept, the trees and thicket were dense. Alfred liked to keep and observe nature exactly how it was. He enjoyed watching the birds and the foxes evade each other at the edge of the bramble. If the housekeeper found a snake or a toad, she always found him to remove it properly. Nothing in his natural habitat worried him much, hardly even the spiders, webs woven tightly between slight gaps on your journey.

Getting closer and closer to your destination, you could hear it. The sweet somber trickling of water. A crooked, clear stream, in the middle of this jungle of dour giants, solidified statues of spirits long gone. Every step you took felt ancient, the hollowness of your chest, uneasy in such unfamiliar territory. Yet there was Alfred, more at home here than in the manor. Watching him was like watching a child play outdoors, sheer wonder and interest on his face in the unexplored.

Under the shade of a willow, in the grass by the stream, Alfred spread the blanket out, sitting down in a homely manner. The way he looked up at you, angelic, his eyes beckoning you to him, his hand outstretched, begging you to trust him. Before even thinking about it, your body had moved you towards him, curling your legs behind you, nestling into his side.

“Does it worry you, being out here?” He asked softly.

“I do not think worry is the correct word. I appreciate how comfortable you are here, it is strange to me” You blinked up at him, “This is potentially one of the most beautiful places I have ever been in my life” You hummed, watching the water creep over the rocks in front of you gently.

“I am glad you think so” Alfred fiddled with leaves in his left hand, the other wrapped around you. His hand rested on your plump hip, his fingers stretching back and forth, grasping on a little. It was like he was assessing how he could grab onto you, the thought of which thrilled you a little. You reached your hand up and combed your fingers through his beard. These were firsts for the both of you – you did not expect the texture to be so cushy and light, it fascinated you. Alfred’s hair was so light and neat, well taken care of. He closed his eyes as you stroked his face, a gentle smile took hold and a little pink tinge glowed on his cheeks.

The movement of your hand stopped only when you were properly hypnotized by his facial expression. Alfred opened his eyes when it dawned on him that you were simply staring, an infatuated gleam reflected in your own eyes.

“Shall we have something to eat?” Alfred asked.

“Please” You gave your head a slight shake, breaking free of your trance.

Your husband served you a small plate of bread, cheese, and fruit, he poured the wine and passed a glass to you. You thought about how content you were, picnicking with your husband. You sat cross legged across from each other now, the conversation light, the food, delicious. Alfred watched on as you tried your best to eat your lunch like a lady. Biting into fresh raspberries, juice dribbling down your chin, a droplet falling onto your chest. Without hesitation, Alfreds thumb met your chin, swiping another droplet off with his finger and bringing it to his mouth sensually.

Suddenly his icy blue eyes deepened, a scorching claim sparked. You had made love once before, on your wedding night, out of obligation. It had been slightly uncomfortable and more educational than recreational. Then, he had been calm and gentle, it felt like he separated himself and his genuine desire. Now, this look in his eye, ignited something candescent in your lower stomach.

Alfred lunged forward, his lips colliding with yours in a ravenous fashion. You both gasped for air at the slightest of breaks in your osculation, Alfred’s hands finding their way to your hips, dragging you forward to sit in his lap. He was tall, even sitting, he had to bend down to kiss you. His thick fingers, and wide palms, threaded their way through your hair, taking hold of you. The dainty kisses he placed along your jawline felt lovesick, his moans were carnal, and still thoroughly shy. Your hips instinctually ground into his, feeling how hard he was beneath his breeches under you.

Reaching between you, your hand slid down the length of him through his pants, hopeless yearning surging through you, you could barely contain yourself. This was the first time you felt like a wife, with her husband. Alfreds head hushed backwards, gasps leaving his lips. His eyes seemed to roll around in his head, sedate with pleasure.

“My lady” Alfred groaned, swallowing, “Are you certain? Here?” He asked breathlessly.

“Yes, I am sure” You had never felt so safe and so vulnerable in your life.

Alfred began stripping off clothing from his upper half, his eye contact surer suddenly. You observed, afraid blinking meant you would miss something. His chest was solid, bulky. His shoulders broad, his collar bones defined. Your hands rushed to his bare chest, fingers playing in his light brown, blonde chest hair that neatly trickled down his belly and into his pants. It had been dark on your wedding night, very low candlelight, whereas now, in the middle of the day, you could see every detail.

His hands moved from your hair and pulled your hands from his crotch, maintaining your gaze as his fingers danced exploratively down your inner thigh, towards the apex of your thighs. Your lips parted ever so slightly, fearful pleasure pooling in sweet wetness between your legs.

Alfred leaned forward, his lips hardly touching yours, “It will be okay” He whispered into you. He had not touched you like this before. His pointer finger delved between your lips, exotic excitement contorting your face as his finger brushed against your clitoris for the first time. Your knees wanted to clench together, stopped by his other hand, holding your legs apart for him as you sat on his legs. Switching to his thumb, stroking upward, Alfreds pleased expression, complacence seemed to ooze from every pore as your moans overtook the sounds of nature surrounding.

This was what you had been craving, this intimacy with your husband. His fingers flicked, circled, and tapped in just the right spots, his breathy kisses were the only encouragement you needed, he sent you right into a shockingly continuous climax. The sounds you made were loud, uncontrollable moans that echoed off the dense trees around you. The longer he caressed you there, the many more ripples of this exquisite feeling you felt.

“You are very easy to please, my lady” Alfred moaned softly into your mouth, his tongue flicking over yours, his teeth holding your lower lip captive.

“Perhaps you just know me better than you think” You sighed in glorious resign. You reached down, unbuttoning his breeches, his blue eyes widening and willing.  Planting your hands on each of his shoulders, you pushed him to the picnic blanket, sliding your legs either side of his as he laid down. Stuffing your own anxiety down, you reached into his trousers and freed his erection. You inspected it first, not having seen it in this light before. This was your first time holding it in your hands, your first time touching different parts of him. You felt you should have guessed the size of it would seem gargantuan to you, with the width of his shoulders and how tall he was. It only made sense that proportionally, he was large in your hands and extremely hard. It intrigued you, and you promised yourself, that in a more comfortable location, you would explore him further. For right now, you just wanted to make him feel as he made you.

Up under your dress, your hand wrapped around his length, you placed him at your entrance as you hovered over him. Alfreds hands rested steadily on your hips, ready to help guide you down. Sinking down onto the first inch of him, you yelped in pleasant surprise, pausing for a moment to allow your body to adjust.

“You are so beautiful” Alfreds fingers brushed against your cheek, your mouth opening as you lowered yourself down another few inches. There were not many times before now that Alfred had truly complimented you, but this felt the most real. It felt the truest.

Your skin met his, you moved gently, the size of him effectively widening this part of your body. His elegant face looked up at you, nodding as his hips started meeting your movements in a more consistent rhythm. Everything felt tight, and yet free, Alfreds continuous thrusts were masterful. His hands flicked up under your dress, his fingers sinking into that divot in your hips where he had felt earlier.

“I imagined this would be the perfect place to hold you” He groaned, pressing you down into him. Every motion was deliberate, fueled by necessary, propulsive demand. Unbridled lust loomed underneath you, Alfred became unrestrained, idly sinful; pulling you forward, finally getting to kiss you as you bounced back to his thrust.

“Al- Alfred! Oh my god!” You screamed, his deepest maneuver yet sending you spinning.

“I want fill you y/n” Alfred moaned, losing control of his facial expressions.

Each powerful thrust felt deeper than the last, the raw insatiable need exuding from Alfred felt primitive and tawdry. Alfred cursed towards the heavens, his grip on your fleshy hips tighter than before. Each thrust more aggressive, more depraved, his mindless hunger for you tarnishing his gentlemanly sensibilities. Alfred finally reached his own supernal culmination, pressing into you a final few times before pulling you down to his side. Alfred's strong arms stretched around you and pulled you into him, his kiss a celebration of the acts you had performed together.

You snuggled up together on the picnic blanket, peaceful and mutually satisfied. Alfreds arms felt secure, and you realized you were already well and truly in love with him.

“Alfred,” You sighed sleepily.

“Mmm?” Alfred mumbled in response.

“I love you” You curled into him in an almost feline nature.

Alfreds body did not go rigid as you expected. Instead, he kind of relaxed into you more.

“I must admit, I did not expect to fall in love when we made this match,” Alfred articulated softly, “But I am enjoying it… Falling in love with you” Alfred rolled his head to the side, pressing a kiss onto your temple. “How thrilling it is to think we might have just created our first born”.

You finished your afternoon, drifting in and out of serene sleep beneath the swaying willow, the sound of trickling water and birds chirping, the only disturbance for miles.

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[penspolin]

POLIN JEALOUSY/ADVICE ONE-SHOT

Colin fights his jealousy after watching Penelope and Lord Debling dancing together at a ball, is teased by Benedict, and seeks advice from Violet.

The silver beads threading Penelope's hair seemed to glow like tiny moons. If he'd had parchment and pen, Colin might've noted the perfect juxtaposition of fiery red locks and sparkling silver. He noticed everything--the way her dress swayed so effortlessly against the floor despite her stiff grip on Lord Debling. Was it only Colin's imagination, or did her gloved fingertips hover an inch from his shoulders?

…perhaps he was only imagining it. He reminded himself that Penelope's stiffness was for the sake of propriety. Of course she’d want to touch Debling. He was a gentleman, for one, and even Colin had to admit that he had his own upper-class swagger. A little posh for Colin’s tastes, but from the looks being cast his way across the ballroom floor, Colin knew the lord had made a lasting impression on this season’s eligible debutantes.

Colin hastened for a sip of wine, only to discover that he had drained his glass. He turned away as a certain red-headed beauty twirled across the floor (more gracefully than he had ever allowed himself to notice). He nearly dropped his glass as he struck Benedict in the chest.

“Steady there, brother,” Ben said, putting a hand against Colin’s heaving chest. “What’s the hurry?” He cast a glance over Colin’s shoulder, and the pieces seemed to fall into place. “I’ll say, your friend seems to be enjoying herself. If ‘enjoying yourself’ is best expressed by a scowl, that is.” He tipped his glass. Colin shot him a glare, even though his heart lifted a bit at this last sentiment.

“Oh, don’t be such a grouch,” Ben said, pushing his glass into Colin’s available hand. “While you’re at the table, fetch me another drink, won’t you?”

“I’m not your waiter,” Colin huffed, stifling the urge to turn back to the dance floor once more. It was like an itch, only scratching it burned like a rash.

“You could do with a break. Somehow my ‘sturdy’ little brother has spent the night looking quite pathetic in the corner.”

“I’m not pathetic,” Colin said, and pain tightened his chest. 

Ben rolled his eyes, still looking across the dance floor. “Say, maybe I ought to have a word with this Debling fellow. See if his eye for art is as keen as his eye for a wife.”

“Give him my best,” Colin grumbled, sounding more pathetic by the second.

Benedict gave him a sturdy pat on the shoulder. “And you, give Ms. Featherington your best while I do it. Now, hurry along now and get those drinks before the dance is over.” With a wink, he rejoined the sea of lords and ladies.

Colin gazed across the open floor once more. The waltz was approaching its conclusion. Pen’s hair looked on fire in the torchlight. His mind wandered to the fragments of a dream—Pen in the garden, her eyes twinkling a magnetic blue, her lips a luscious pink. He had leaned in just enough to catch the scent of her hair—like the wisteria garden, only…newer, fresher, somehow, and then—

“Colin, dear. Are you feeling alright?” His mother’s voice stopped him in his tracks. Her brow furrowed, and he hurried to right himself, as he had taught himself to do long before Penelope had pounded her way into the forefront of his mind.

Some things, it seemed, had not changed. He had a guard up, and even his beloved mama could not crumble it.

“Very well, mother,” he managed, swaying slightly on his feet. “Merely...looking for a refill.”

“Not feeling up to a waltz tonight, I take it?” The look she gave him suggested she knew there was a particular reason for it—Colin was not one for skipping dances. 

He had been avoiding his mother, he realized. Was that a flicker of hurt in her eyes? More than his brothers or sisters, Violet Bridgerton had always had an eye out for these things. And if that was the case, should he not be using her knowledge to his advantage?

“Mother,” he began, aware of the blush suffusing his cheeks. “Forgive me, I know we are in company, but I must ask. Do you believe the best foundation for love is friendship?”

She smiled, crinkling the skin around her eyes. Lovely eyes, so open and trusting. He suddenly hated himself for having avoided her, even if it was unintentional. Perhaps it was because of this conversation that he had kept himself from her. 

And something told him that she knew this as well as she whispered, “I think you already know the answer to that.”

[lordandladywhistledown]

What if:

Colin mostly picks suitors for Pen, and he does that based on how well he knows them and how good they will be for her (sort of how Anthony did for Daphne). Penelope, because of this, just doesn't feel a spark with any of them because A) it feels to forced for her (she's a romantic girlie like all of us, after all) and B) Colin just keeps criticising every man (that he chose himself!!!) and is just a very obvious, protective presence around Pen so she can't relax. And the suitors don't like his constant interference and very obvious love for Penelope.

Colin (because of some duties or whatever) can't come to one of the balls and Pen feels relief because she's just a little tired of him nagging about every man being not good enough for her. So, what if during one of those balls where Colin isn't present, she meets Lord Debling, and because their acquaintance and interactions aren't forced by anyone else, Pen actually relaxes and starts to shine and show her true self to him. They dance and talk the entire night.

With Colin not being there to witness it, he has to find out about this in Lady Whistledown (Pen very obviously writes about it because she just needs Colin to know), and that's why he's angry when holding the paper.

[musicalnerd4ever]

Bridgerton fanfic - Season 3 speculative fic. An idea for a scene before the one we just got on Valentine’s Day!

I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THE BRIDGERTON CHARACTERS OR STORYLINES. SHONDALAND, JULIA QUINN AND NETFLIX DO.

Follow Me - Penelope fanfic

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Cressida ripped the bottom of Penelope‘s new emerald green dress, and her shame exploded, as it always did when she attended a ball. Out of the corner of her tear-filled eyes, she saw Colin laughing and joking with the same gentlemen of the Ton who had mocked her in her family estate. They had not seen what happened. Colin was forever blind to her. There was nothing she could do anymore. Their friendship was over, and she needed to accept it.

As a tear finally fell down her fair face, a solid and steadfast voice whispered in her ear. A serious one. A kind one. She recognized it as Lord Debling’s voice. The two of them had a brief conversation earlier in the evening. Awkward and sincere Lord Debling.

“Follow me. We will escape this dreadful environment together. It is alright, I am here. Do not pay them any mind. These people are not worth your tears.” Penelope felt safer and stronger again, similar to how she felt when Eloise and Colin were in her life. It only took one conversation for her to see the goodness in this man. He was like her. An outcast, and he also recognized a kindred spirit in Penelope. She held back her sobs and looked up at Lord Debling with a soft smile as they walked side-by-side. Her feet picked up as best as they could, even with her hand on his arm. The cruel, malicious laughter faded away.

With Penelope’s focus on leaving the ballroom as quickly as possible, she failed to notice Colin Bridgerton. He watched her leave, unaware of what Cressinda Cowper had done. All he saw was Penelope, leaving the ballroom with a man he did not recognize. A quick, unfamiliar twinge of pain struck his heart. After saying his goodbyes to the men, he dipped and dove through the crowds toward his dear friend, hoping to speak to her after months of no communication. Hopefully the man would not be there. He needed to know why his letters went without answer.

[welldonebeca]

Correspondência (1)

Summary: Is it possible to fall in love with someone over simple letters? In the three years of his excursion, Penelope and her husband exchange letters about their respective lives. Warnings: Fluff. Canon divergence. Angst. Comfort. Slow burn.

Read the Prequel about their wedding day "Conveniência" now.

And, of course, as we depart London this season, we might finally get a glimpse of Lord and Lady Debling. It was a surprise that this most surprising pair chose to spend their honeymoon in London and not on the Earl's vast estate. The newlyweds have not left their house a single day since their wedding, nor have they entertained a single visitor – not even Lady Featherington or her daughters, who undoubtedly miss their daughter and sister. Rumour has it that Lord Debling, a man with an affinity for nature, has delayed his much-anticipated three-year-long excursion by half a month to spend more time with his wife before he departs. Such dedication to marital bliss is indeed commendable, especially for a man so passionately devoted to his botanical pursuits. One must wonder if, after such a prolonged time together, there will be an announcement of a new Debling heir in the coming months? Although, given that her sisters enjoyed a more prolonged period with their husbands before such blessings, only time will tell if Lady Debling will follow suit.

Penelope breathed in deep, keeping her eyes closed as she heard the sound of her door opening, but the sound of it closing certainly made her open her eyes.

The room was still dark but… her bed was warm. Differently warm, strangely warm.

She sat up, confused, and froze when she turned to her side and realised that was her husband there, fast asleep, facing up.

Oh.

Of course.

She rubbed her eyes, trying to tame the morning mess of her hair. She remembered now. She had asked him to stay a bit longer last night, and they had fallen asleep together. Had he noticed they had drifted off on her bed?

Penelope took another deep breath, watching him. His hair was a little messy, and her fingers itched to touch it, to pet it.

Well, she… she enjoyed being married. More than she imagined she would, actually.

Alfred was very kind, very gentle and their marriage was everything he had promised.

They had breakfast and dinner together, and she didn’t need to explain herself to him—he asked about her day, and she shared a few bits, and he took it without prying.

If he had noticed Madam Delacroix’s visits after she mentioned needing some adjustments to her dresses, he didn’t seem to mind – and of course, with the little fact she had figured out a few weeks ago, then he would know she was indeed in need of a more… adaptive wardrobe.

The visits kept her business going as usual, though there wasn’t much to write about for Lady Whistledown. Maybe next year there would be more to gossip about.

Alfred breathed deeply, adjusting on her bed, still fast asleep, and she rested her head on her pillow.

He was leaving today. After breakfast with her whole family – the first time they were actually coming to her new home.

She never knew she would miss them, but… well, Mama and her sisters were good at filling up silence, especially with things she didn’t need to pay attention to.

Penelope highly suspected they would have to be the ones filling up her silence in the next three years. Of course, she had different hopes.

She’d bled exactly once since marrying Alfred, and while they were not holding high hopes – well, she wasn’t and he didn’t seem to express much about it – there was a chance she wouldn’t spend the next three years alone.

It was so strange. She always knew he was going to leave, even with his short delay – caused by a few reasons, according to himself, even if she knew she had to embellish it for the paper – and was settled with it. But now that she was looking at him for the last time in three years, she didn’t want him to go.

In fact, Penelope felt the strangest urge. She wanted to lock the house down, get rid of his luggage, break all the carriages, rip all his clothes, hide his itinerary, tie him up, and hide in her study until he was tired of the idea and decided to stay.

The thought made her lips curl down and her throat knot up.

How unfair and ugly of her, to want to keep him from his plans!

Penelope shook her head, trying to dispel the desperate thoughts. Alfred had his dreams and ambitions, and she always knew that, it was not fair to even think about keeping him.

Yet, it made her heart ache to watch him like that, knowing he needed to leave.

He squirmed a bit as if about to wake up, and her eyes widened right before she closed them and positioned herself on the bed, breathing slowly, relaxing, pretending to be still asleep.

Penelope felt him moving and heard Alfred’s deep exhale as he seemed to finally wake up, and there was a moment of silence before her husband’s hand caressed her cheek, and it was so hard to keep her eyes closed and her lips from curling in a smile.

Alfred tucked her hair behind her ear and pulled away, and she heard him moving around her bedroom, probably taking his things, and he opened and closed her doors very softly and slowly, probably not to wake her up.

She stayed in there for a bit, until her door opened again, and opened her eyes when Rae opened her curtains.

“Good morning, Lady Debling,” she greeted her.

“Good morning, Rae.”

The familiar routine of Rae helping her dress and prepare for the day felt like a good moment to steady herself and work through the strange feelings in her gut.

When she came down, the house was already buzzing with activity, with the servants preparing for the family breakfast, people working on the last preparations for the excursion, and Mrs Selby walking around, commanding everyone.

Tomorrow, Penelope would also depart to her husband's estate – a trip of three days by carriage. The trip could be made in two days, but Alfred had insisted they took three days to make the pace better for her, so she wouldn’t tire herself out.

She made it down just in time to meet the butler, and he seemed relieved to have her presence.

“Lady Debling,” he bowed discreetly. “Your family has just arrived.”

Penelope stood by the door just as they opened it, and caught sight of her mother leaving her carriage with Prudence and Mr Dankworth, followed by another carriage with her Philippa and Mr Finch.

Well, they looked… the same.

“Penelope, darling,” Mama greeted her, though her eyes were on everywhere except on Penelope’s face.

She could see the wonder in her eyes while she explored every inch of the room she could possibly look at from her spot, climbing the stairs.

“Good morning, mama,” she greeted back anyway.

They exchanged polite kisses just as she caught her sisters whispering with their husbands.

“Where’s your husband?” her mother asked.

Before Penelope could answer, she heard his heavy steps descending the stairs. Alfred's footsteps were always distinct; she could find him anywhere since they got married.

“Lady Featherington,” he greeted from afar.

Finally, on cue, her family lined up as she turned to catch sight of him.

“Lord Debling,” her mother greeted him.

“Mr and Mrs Finch,” he greeted, stopping by Penelope. “Mr and Mrs Darnkworth.”

Everyone greeted him back politely just as he reached for her hand gently, almost instinctively.

“Welcome to our home,” he said, as Penelope took his hand.

“Quite the beautiful home,” her mother praised. “I wish I had the chance to visit before your departure.”

Penelope wrapped her arm around his, feeling her face pinking.

“Won’t you look at that,” Prudence spoke, bringing their attention to her.

She seemed a bit gobsmacked where she was looking, and when Penelope followed her gaze, she could see why.

Their painting.

Alfred had commissioned a painter to do it for them – two paintings of them, one for their Mayfair home and one for his estate – along with a small painting of Penelope her husband seemed to wish to carry around.

“Our painting,” Penelope breathed out. “To celebrate our marriage.”

The only sight of him she would have for the next three years.

He had chosen her dress for it – green, he loved seeing her in green.

“Earl and Countess Debling,” her mother exhaled, prouder than she had ever heard her.

Philippa grimaced, but Penelope kept her look of pride. That was, until she caught the smell of peach from somewhere and her stomach soured.

“If you’ll excuse me for a moment,” she swallowed down, trying to keep herself from throwing up right there. “Mrs Selby is going to show you the way.”

She let her husband go, making her way out into whichever room she could find, and grabbed an empty vase to vomit into, and was surprised to find a fan right next to it to clear her air with.

She closed her eyes, resting against a wall, but opened them, surprised at the sight of her husband.

“Penelope,” he breathed out. “Are you well?”

Penelope swallowed down, still fanning herself.

“Yes,” she assured him. “Just a little bit nauseous.”

His lips twitched up, but she could see how he was obviously trying not to smile.

Oh, wasn’t he quite the pleasant sight.

“Go on, I know it’s amusing,” she fanned herself.

“What was it?” he asked in a gentle voice.

She looked at the arch. Oh, they were down in a corridor.

“Peaches,” she exhaled, rolling her eyes.

Alfred nodded seriously.

“I’ll ask Mrs Selby to get rid of them all,” he assured her, very serious. “Here and in our estate. No peaches.”

Penelope’s face felt hot. She was so nauseous those days, the faintest of the wrong smells and she was doomed – and morning sickness was not just reserved for mornings.

“At this rate, we’ll be banning everything with a scent,” she breathed out. “I will be eating only boiled potatoes for months.”

He chuckled, and she glared at him in response, but her husband’s face was so soft she couldn’t be angry with him.

“It’s only for another couple of months,” he assured her. “You won’t even remember it once it is gone.”

Penelope nodded, exhaling. He was right.

They waited a bit of time, and he offered her his arm.

“Shall we?” her husband asked.

She took it. Her family was waiting.

They walked off together, and she caught sight of Philippa walking back inside, rushing straight to her in a beeline.

“May I have your peaches?” she asked eagerly.

Penelope paused.

“You have peach trees!” her sister explained. “I want your peaches.”

Penelope looked up at Alfred, who seemed equally amused by the situation. Well, that problem had solved itself.

“All of them,” she agreed. “You can bring them home.”

Philippa clapped, squealing happily and walking off, leaving them again.

“I’ll speak to Mrs Selby,” her husband told her. “She’s Mrs Dankworth?”

“Finch,” Penelope corrected him. “Prudence is the tall one.”

He nodded simply, letting her go, and when Penelope walked into the garden, her sister was already sitting down with Mr Finch.

“I’m talking the peaches home!” she announced.

“Penelope,” Mama called. “Where’s Lord Debling?”

“Speaking to Mrs Selby,” she sat down. “About Philippa’s peaches.”

Her mother looked puzzled for a moment but then shook her head, smiling.

“Well, it seems you’re adjusting quite well to married life, my dear,” she praised, leaning closer to her. “And have you seen the results of such a long time of effort?”

Penelope’s eyes widened.

What?

“Do you have anything to tell me?” mama pressed her. “Any news?”

Her face burned. Was this what Prudence and Philippa had to deal with?!

“Mama,” she protested.

“Your husband is travelling for three years,” her mother continued. “You must know today was your last chance to actually bore any— Lord Debling,” she interrupted herself.

Penelope looked up, relieved, as her husband offered her mother a polite smile.

“Lady Featherington,” he greeted warmly. “I hope I didn’t take long?”

“We were discussing your imminent departure,” her mother said, redirecting the conversation. “Such an extensive journey… it must be quite the undertaking.”

Alfred inclined his head respectfully, taking a seat beside Penelope.

“Indeed, Lady Featherington. It is a significant commitment, but one I have been preparing for a long time. And it calms me to know my dear wife will be here to take care of everything while I’m away.”

Her mother smiled.

“And we will be sure to take care of Penelope,” she affirmed.

They fell quietly into silence

A comfortable silence settled over them as everyone enjoyed the morning sun and the beautifully tended garden. Penelope glanced at her family as her sisters looked around with curiosity, not even looking at the meal when they were served breakfast.

“I can give you a tour of the garden if you wish,” Penelope offered them. “When we are done.”

Prudence looked at her with actual interest.

“We’ll see where you actually keep your flowers!” she celebrated.

Penelope shook her head to herself, unsurprised.

The pleasant aroma of fresh pastries and brewed tea wafted through the air and that seemed enough to get their attention.

The table was set beautifully, with fruits, bread, and various spreads and everyone seemed finally happy to eat. That extended into their walk through the garden, probably because Alfred was right there introducing the place to all of them.

But eventually, it was time to leave.

Something in her felt so wrong when she caught sight of the carriages outside the door.

Penelope would like to not know what the feeling was, but she did. She had felt it before, that longing for something to undo itself and for time to reverse: When Colin was leaving years ago, after Papa died. Oh, how much pain she felt, watching him hop on his horse and go, how much she’d wished she could run after him and stop him.

But this felt even worse, if it made any sense.

Colin was away for less than a year, and Alfred was leaving for three whole years.

So much could happen in that time.

And it was worse than her childish infatuation, he was her husband.

When she married him, Penelope had settled with knowing she would be left alone and was happy about it.

But now, after those three months, she really wished he didn’t have to go.

“Penelope?”

She turned to her side, finding Alfred waiting for her.

“Are you well?” he asked.

She nodded quickly, reaching for his hand without thinking, and he took it, still keeping his eyes on her face.

“I am,” she assured him. “I’m only… thinking.”

Her husband waited and watched her quietly.

“Have you packed everything you need?” she asked, covering up her feelings. “Are you certain everything is prepared?”

Alfred exhaled, his beautiful lips curling into a sweet little smile..

“I do,” he assured her. “Everything was verified thrice. We have everything we need.”

Penelope lowered her eyes, nodding quietly.

“Of course,” she squeezed his hand. “I suppose we should go down now. Everyone is waiting.”

She was ready to go when he squeezed her hand, holding her in place, and Penelope felt her whole body softening when she caught his eyes watching her face.

“May I have a kiss from my wife before I have to say goodbye?” he requested.

Penelope exhaled, stepping back to him, and when Alfred raised her hand to kiss her knuckles, she reached for his face to caress it gently.

He leaned in, and she rested her hands on his shoulders before getting on her tiptoes, and kissing his lips softly.

One last kiss, and then three years apart.

He pulled back, but she didn’t let him go, kissing him once more. And when she let him go, Alfred just wrapped his arm around her waist and kissed her for a third time.

They were interrupted, sadly, by the sound of a throat being cleared, and Mr Hawthorne had his eyes down when Penelope looked back at him.

“Sir, ma’am,” he bowed respectfully.

Her husband pulled away, still holding her as he turned to their butler.

“You requested I tell you once the team was ready for departure,” he spoke up. “They are only waiting for you.”

Penelope felt Alfred exhaling, and he nodded simply.

“We’ll be down in a minute.”

The man confirmed, stepping away and leaving them be.

“You should go,” she told him. “You have a schedule.”

Her husband had an itinerary he needed and intended to follow as closely as possible. Indeed, she even had the exact dates he intended to arrive at various places, so she could send her letters accordingly. He lowered his hand to rest it on her belly, freed by her short stays, though nothing had changed in her body yet aside from the restless nausea.

“I’ll write as often as I can,” he told her. “And I’m eager to hear all news about the two of you.”

“I’ll write you back,” she squeezed his hand. “

He leaned in again and kissed her forehead, breathing out and then in deep.

“I shall go,” he decided after a moment, but didn’t move.

Penelope closed her eyes, still feeling his warm breath against her forehead.

“I’ll miss you,” he whispered, half confessional.

“I’ll miss you too.”

At last, Alfred stepped away and guided her down, holding her hand. They joined her family in the foyer, and Penelope didn’t let him go, even when the doors were opened and they made their way down the stairs to his carriage. They stood there, facing one another, until she was the strong one and took her hand from his slowly, stepping back, and the pit in her stomach grew more.

“Have a good journey,” she wished him in a soft voice. “I’ll wait for you daily.”

Her husband nodded sadly.

“I’ll remember you every step of the way,” he told her.

Penelope stepped back, and, at last, his carriage started, and she stood there, feeling a string being pulled and pulled at her.

Oh, dear, she would indeed miss him.

She sniffed, just once, and recomposed herself, blinking her wet eyes away.

It wasn’t that she had any love for him, it was merely… well, he was her husband. And he wasn’t bad to live with.

And he was spending three years away.

That was all.

And she was sensitive, of course. They said carrying a child did that to women.

Besides, it would be no good for her to start telling herself she had great feelings for him, they were not in a romance book.

Still, she didn’t move as she watched him go away until each and every carriage was out of her sight, and a moment more.

She turned back and entered her gates again, and while Prudence looked distracted, Philippa had the decency to give her a sad smile and look at Mr Finch, probably thinking of herself in the same situation.

“Well, now we just hope that you did your job well and you’re now carrying the heir of the Earldom of Debling right there,” mama spoke up, sounding frustrated.

Penelope’s neck snapped in her direction.

“Mama!” she snapped in disbelief. “I have just said goodbye to my husband for three years, won’t you give me some grace?”

Couldn’t she have one moment of respect?!

Apparently not, because she turned to look at her with a look of exasperation.

“Penelope, you must know that your position-”

“Is all you care about,” she spoke up. “Yes, I know.”

Mama froze, looking at her with the widest eyes, and Penelope steeled herself.

It was harsh, yes, but it was the truth. The only way she ever got an ounce of attention from her was by marrying an Earl, and now she was already coming to tell her of all things wrong she was doing.

And once she told her she was pregnant, then she would be tormenting her about having a boy.

Penelope breathed in deep and caught sight of Mrs Selby looking at her with a frown, but she softened it the moment she realised Penelope had caught her, quickly looking away from her.

“I’m travelling to Pebling estate tomorrow,” she informed them, raising her dress and climbing her steps. “I must rest. Thank you for your visit, I’ll be sending the peaches later today.”

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[nekomacheercaptain]

I simply do not see the issue, let Penelope have BOTH Colin and Debling 🥰 one of them can spoil her at home while the other travels, and then they switch upon return 🫶

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i have a dream. and that dream is cressida/eloise/lord debling

[madhatterbri]

Special Interests | Lord Debling

Summary: Lord Debling takes a special interest in Y/N's hobby.

Author's Note: We are going to pretend that paint back then was non-toxic. 🤣

My masterlist for Lord Debling can be found here.

Taglist: @theworldofotps @plentyoffandoms

Lord Debling was hard at work to get his affairs in order for his next trip. Servants rushed the house all day to take care of his every whim. Only his most trusted servants were allowed in his study. Only those that he knew wouldn't go blabbing to the rest of the house.

"My Lord," his servant bowed his head. "I have arranged the study to your liking. Would you like to see it?"

Lord Debling smiled and placed a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, dear James. I'd like to make sure everything is perfect for my wife. Her hobby is a newfound interest of mine,"

"Yes, sir. Right this way," James smiled and led him to the study. The moment Lord Debling walked into the study, he knew he had made the right decision.

A large drop cloth covered the carpet in the study. In the middle of the cloth laid a canvas. One of her favorite artists drew the perfect nature scene on there. All her favorite animals were drawn wonderfully. He could see why that artist was her favorite. On the table next to the couch, her favorite drinks and treats were ready.

"James," Lord Debling called and checked his pocketwatch. "I do believe my wife will be back shortly from her parents. Please see to it she changes into her nightgown and joins me in the study,"

"Yes, sir," James bowed and strode out of the room. Lord Debling took a deep breath and closed his eyes. This was going to be the best going away gift ever.

Y/N wasn't sure if James heard her husband correctly when she came home that night. Change to her nightgown and attend to her husband in the study. She obeyed the commands her husband left for her.

"Come in," Lord Debling called when he heard the soft, familiar knock at the door. He was just lighting the last candle in the study. Y/N walked in and smiled at the romantic atmosphere.

"To what do i owe this pleasure?" She asked and closed the door behind her. Lord Debling smiled and removed his jacket and vest. Now, he was only left in a long sleeve white shirt and black slacks.

"I can not show a special interest in my wife's love for the arts?" He asked innocently. He walked to her and grabbed her hand to lead her more inside. Y/N followed him happily.

"Of course, my lord. I meant no harm," she answered. Y/N's huge smile brightened the room when she saw the canvas on the floor. Several bottles of paint and a paint palette were left on the floor. There was one thing she noticed immediately that was missing.

"I had your favorite artist draw this for you. I can see why he is a favorite of yours, darling. Magnificent," Lord Debling praised. She felt her heart fill with pride when he sang praises about her best friend.

"It is lovely. Thank you. I will have to run to my chambers. The brush seems to have disappeared," she pointed out. Lord Debling sat on the couch. He patted his lap for her to sit.

"Ah, yes, we will have James fetch them for us. Tell me about your day. I don't want to miss a single detail,"

Y/N told him about her day. The room filled with their playful banter and laugh. They sipped the drinks that were left on the table. She enjoyed the treats. All the sadness from them being apart was left at the door. They were in their own little sanctuary.

Lord Debling rested his back against the arm of the couch. Her back rested against his chest. His chin rested on her head. Y/N wished they could stay like this forever. Her eyes drifted to the canvas on the floor.

"I should tell James to fetch my brushes," she sighed and moved to stand up. Lord Debling wrapped his arms around her waist.

"That won't be necessary, my dove. There are other ways to get paint on a canvas," he assured her.

"My Lord?" She questioned yet gasped when his lips made contact with her neck. Heat could be felt between her legs the moment he found her sensitive spot. Her clit throbbed to be played with.

"I do believe you have piqued my interest in the arts, my love. We will be painting the canvas together in a non-conventional way,"

His hand reached underneath her dress. The warmth that came from her inviting him in. He grabbed her face to look at him. Her eyes filled with lust like his. She called out when his fingers rubbed between her folds, paying special attention to her bundle of nerves.

As her juices slicked his fingers, he started to toy with her entrance. He rubbed up and down before slipping the tips of his fingers in her. Lord Debling worked her up. Slowly inching his fingers inside of her before fully sheathing them inside.

He continued to toy with her before he felt the strains in his pants to be too great. The slick from her was cleaned up once he placed his fingers in his mouth.

"Put your favorite colors on the canvas. Do not be shy," he instructed her. She stood up with wobbly legs and squirted some paint on the canvas. Her husband stood up and removed his clothes. Her dress left her body and thrown to on the floor.

His kisses trailed from her neck to her breasts to between her legs. He placed a leg on his shoulder. She called his name the moment his tongue toyed with her. Y/N ran her fingers through his hair. He ate her out like a man starved.

"Come," he told her. "We have much work to do,"

That night was the most fun Lord Debling ever had with the arts. The nature man saw a different side to creativity. He wished he had taken an interest in painting years ago. Y/N was shy about it at first yet quickly warmed up to it.

They were simple at first. Missionary to warm her to the idea that turned him on all day. She wasn't used to the cold paint yet quickly forgot about it as the night went on. He turned her over and allowed her breasts to help paint the canvas. Lastly, he sat on the canvas, and she rode him before they both made it to their grand finale. By the end, they were satisfied with the art and each other.

With all the different positions, they were a thorough mess yet satisfied. They dressed before taking a much needed shower. Afterward, they went back to her chambers to continue where they started in the study.

Lord Debling sighed as he looked at a picture of his wife. He had only been gone for one month into his travels, but it felt like an eternity. Life was certainly lonely without his Y/N.

A series of colors over a variety of animals caught his eye. Unnoticeable by others, he could see where Y/N's breasts and butt laid when he took her. Maybe his wife could have picked another hobby he could show a special interest in. He smiled.

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Excerpt:

A few days later, Penelope and Alfred were back outside. Passing the binoculars to her, he pointed to a tree, “There, a pair of great tits.”

“I know they are, but you really ought not be saying such things about your wife in public.”

Alfred turned a bright shade of red, face cast downward, as he laughed, “Lady Debling, the tongue on you really ought to be studied. I was speaking of the birds.”

“I know,” She smiled despite herself. Her husband would be leaving in two months, if he didn’t like her jokes, he wouldn’t be stuck with them for long. And if he did, well then maybe there would be other things he liked about her. Maybe she would find more things to like about him other than his kindheartedness. 

If Alfred had taught her one thing about his work, discoveries required you to be bold. Penelope forged ahead, “And you are the one who married me, so if anyone is to study my tongue…”

He didn’t respond to that, so Penelope pushed down her embarrassment and pressed the binoculars against her eyes to find the sweet, little birds, “They are gorgeous.”

“They are,” Alfred agreed, “Oh, wait, you were talking about the birds. I suppose they’re nice too.”

Wow, the excerpt has a very different tone than the mood board... wonder what that's about. Guess you'll have to read to find out!

[storiesaplenty]

Main Masterlist

Our Family

Lord Debling x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings. None

Requested by anonymous. I hope you like it, and such a cute idea

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

WC: 836

©️ storiesaplenty 2024: do not repost or translate my work. This is the only place I post my work.

My wife and I were strolling in our garden, with our children running around. It was getting late in the evening, and it was the perfect time to look up into the night sky.

Our children were very excited as the night sky had no clouds and they could see the stars.

They are also excited as the summer flowers are starting to bloom, and many bugs are starting to come out due to the warmer weather coming on.

My wife and oldest daughter, Ivy, were discussing their latest book they had read, and I was keeping an eye on the younger children, but their oldest brother, who is Ivy's twin, Berry was keeping them from wondering off.

When I first met my darling wife all those years ago, I was not happy. My parents and her parents got together and arranged our marriage.

Her and I are considered odd in our society as my love of nature and her love of astrology. Most people could not wrap their heads around it.

Our parents were concerned that my way of life at the time was no means for a lady. I was leaving after the wedding and her staying at our estate, but not her.

She joined me on my adventures, getting to know the real me, and I got to know her. I showed her the beauty in our world, and she showed me the beauty of our vast sky.

The first few days into my trip, I became concerned that we were getting lost, but she showed me how to navigate with the stars.

I truly became memorised by her, and I slowly fell in love with the woman my parents arranged for me to marry.

Once she became pregnant, I decided that it was time for us to settle at our estate and start to make a home worthy of our children.

Archer and Basil ran past me, laughing, bringing me out of my memories.

"Now boys, please watch where you are going." I said to them, not wanting to ruin their fun, but for then not to get hurt or hurt one of their siblings.

"Yes, father." They muttered before running off, playing some game of tag that is only between the two of them.

I helped my wife up the hill, as she was once again pregnant, but our sweet little Cordelia came rushing down the hill, wanting to help her mother up the hill.

Cordelia is the youngest at four years of age and is excited to be a big sister.

My wife sat down on the bench I had placed here not long after we came home.

"Now, you all know the rules. No fighting, no shoving, no yelling. We all get a turn." I didn't like to impose 6 many ruled on my children as our society does that already, but after the first time we did this, and the telescope got broken, their mother and I knew that some rules had to be put in place.

I stood next to the telescope as our children, from oldest to youngest, looked up into the night sky, completely in awe.

Ivy, Berry, Aurora, Archer, Basil, our other set of twins, Willow, Jupiter, Celeste, and Cordelia all took their turns, then rushed to their mother's side, asking her questions.

"Now, now, my darling children, it is your mother's turn." I said as they parter for me to get to her, to help stand her up from the bench.

"Take your time, dear. We have all night." She gave me a soft smile and leaned into look into the telescope. Our children ran off to play the scavenger hunt game I made for them before we came out here.

They had to find a certain bug or plant and cross it off their list. I even drew pictures next to what they need to be looking for.

Once, I knew the children were occupied, safe, and having fun, which I could tell by the squeals of laughter coming from around our garden, I wrapped my arms around her waist and placed my head on her shoulder.

"Oh, Alfred, it is just beautiful." She said as she straightened and leaned back into my arms.

"Not as beautiful as you, my beautiful wife."

"You shush now, husband. You are going to make me become vain with all your praises." Her and I laughed at that.

I turned her around in my arms so we were facing one another, I kissed her while placing my hand on her stomach, her and I was giggling at feeling our newest one kicking.

"Oh gross, they are kissing again." I heard Archer say before running off.

"How about when we are done here, and they are put to bed, you and I have some fun our bedroom."

"It's like you are trying to get me pregnant, even though I am already pregnant." She teased.

"That we do Alfred, that we do."

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what if i started writing for bridgerton u guys

[penspolin]

**The Shadows**

Summary: Penelope realizes that her feelings might not be unrequited after all.

[hah-studios]

If there are any Lord Debling fans I'm writing him a love story