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[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.

[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.

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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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[iguana-eyanna]

To Miss Laurant... Pt. 1

Pairing: Lord Alfred Debling x Reader

Summary: What happens when two souls who had not found love find it within each other?

a/n: okay a bit late on watching bridgerton (don't come at me please) but I feel like Debling is a well written character and would love to see him more so mwUAH! I also wanted to give the reader a name so the last name is Laurant.

"There, one of my greatest works!" Madame Delacroix said as she finished the hem of your dress.

You admire the beading by your sleeves and how it flows by the end of your gown, which was also adorned by a cape.

"It's just us, Genevieve. You can lose the accent" You said, looking back at your childhood friend.

"Oi. I have to keep appearances, you'll never know who'd walk in those doors." She said in her regular voice. You both laugh as if you two haven't seen each other since your family moved to France. You then became a traveling performer, singing for the largest of crowds and now back home to sing for the biggest event.

"I still can't believe you're back home, and performing for the queen no less. Are you nervous?" She asks.

You press your hand on your stomach, feeling the butterflies.

"Very. I never sang for royalty before. I thank Lady Danbury for opening her home to me for my stay and offering counsel on how to approach her majesty."

"Well, the bachelor's will swoon by your talent, wit, and beauty for tonight." Madame Delacroix, she said, kneeling by the end of your dress to fix a hem.

"I'm afraid that's where you lose me Gen. I faced too many heartbreak in my life, sometimes I don't believe in the words I am singing."

Genevieve tsks at you and rises up, placing her hands by your shoulders.

"You shan't forsaken your passion for love. Who knows, maybe you shall meet a certain suitor tonight."

"Perhaps..." You said, looking back at the mirror, unsure that you believe in the feeling.

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"My Lord, welcome back home." an older man said, offering his assistance to Lord Debling.

"Only temporary Buford, I do wish things do recover." Lord Debling replied, as he looks down at his cane.

Upon his mission to save a rare mammal during an unforgiving snowstorm, Lord Debling lost his footing on a weak stone by the side of a cliff and fell 20 feet down. It was remarkable that he survived the fall, but he broke his leg and he had scars around his face and torso from the turbulent fall.

His crew helped him find the nearest physician and was told he must return home to recover for the sake of his health. With much dismay, he returned back to Mayfair, hoping he could leave to complete his mission.

"Yes sir, a speedy recovery you shall have." Buford replied as he helped the Lord get into his carriage.

They rode off to the estate, where Lord Debling looks outward to the town. He accidentally made eye contact with a few townspeople and they began to whisper. The Lord whipped the small curtain closed and inhaled, catching his breath.

"Your return has spread quickly here, they've said you've cheated death." Buford said with caution.

"What I've cheated on was my mission. If I'm not back by the end of this season, the creatures would not survive the rest of the winter." Lord Debling said.

"Of course sir, my apologies. If you like, I can provide on the latest news since your last visit."

"I suppose that wouldn't hurt."

"Well, the queen is having a ball at the palace. You did also receive an invitation."

"I do not wish to entertain anyone for the matter, Buford." the tired Lord replies.

"If I may speak freely, you have not been seen in ages, my Lord. I believe some live entertainment shall lift your spirits momentarily."

The Lord ponders for a moment.

"Well, I guess I shall use my night wisely. Thank you for your counsel, Buford. Live entertainment you said?"

"Yes, a singer. She's an accomplished musician who's toured around the Americas, Asia, and Europe. I have her flyer here." Buford offered a folded paper to the Lord.

Alfred Danbury looks fondly, reading out loud your last name.

"Laurant?"

"Are you familiar with her?" Buford asks.

Lord Debling shakes his head no as he folds back the paper.

"No, I'm afraid not." He replied as opens back the window, looking outward.

As the night arrived, Lord Debling felt like he was out of practice around the high society. People often shared condolescences on his accident and women would near him, they're faces would be etched with pity.

He wanted to crawl out of his skin and be in the confinement of his home. It was like the walls of the room was closing in and rushed out as fast as he could. He slowly took off his coat and vest, leaving on his white button shirt.

He managed to get by the gardens and sat down, hissing as the ache in his leg was acting up. He drops his clothes and cane to the side and tends his knee, closing his eyes.

"Are you alright?" a soft spoken voice is heard.

He opens his eyes and faces you, as you sat in your plain dress by the quiet fountain that were etched with baby angels.

"I wish I could stop hearing that." He grumbles to himself.

"I'm sorry for asking." You said, huffing as you turned away.

Lord Debling felt horrible as he straightens up as best he could.

"Forgive my manners, all night I've been consoled and pitied for. I do not wish to feel like a wounded creature." He says, showing his cane.

You turn your head towards him again. You bow your head, understanding.

"It's alright, my apologies for striking a sour chord."

Lord Debling couldn't help but laugh and cracked a smile, a manner he has not done since his accident. He offers you a seat by him and you obliged.

"What is a maiden as yourself outside for?" He asks.

You struggle to find the right words and looked at him with kind eyes.

"This is my first ball, I was afraid I'd make a fool of myself."

"It's impossible, I do not know you well but you carry yourself with such poise." Lord Debling says.

You couldn't help chuckle, not believing his words.

"We must not let fear get to us tonight. Life is too short to squabble in the mist of doubt."

Lord Debling was beguiled of your wisdom.

"Well said, miss..." he trailed on, not getting your name.

You were about to reply till the bell tower rang.

"Oh no, I'm late!" You said, grabbing your dress and quickly running off.

"But wait, I don't know your name!" Lord Debling said, getting up.

You turned towards him, screaming out your name.

"What is yours so I may remember?"

He was about to say his title, but he stopped. You seemed so free from high society, he didn't know who you were or what your ranking was. He just saw you for, well you.

"Alfred!" He yelled back.

"We shall meet again, Alfred." You said, before running off.

Lord Debling placed his hand on his heart, feeling it race like gazelles.

He had kept his heart from ever loving something more than protecting the innocence of wildlife, and yet, you ran away and he longed for your presence once more.

He placed his outer garments, grabbed his cane and walked with purpose back at the ball, trying to find you in the sea of people. Soon, the floor cleared and an announcer walked on the platform.

"Our dearest guests, we have brought you a special talent for tonight. As she prepares to travel to the pacific this summer, she has graced us with her voice for this season. I present to you, Miss Laurant!"

Everyone cheered and a figure slowly walked onto the platform, with an almost glowing dress that illuminated more by the lights. She looked outward to the crowd, afraid with those memorizing eyes.

That's when Lord Debling knew it was you.

You looked upward to the queen, as she gave you grim look of disappointment. You looked away and tried to find peace in your stirring mind. That's when you made eye contact with a familiar face.

Alfred.

He shook his head to you, almost indicating that you had enough courage to go on.

You straighten upward and faced the orchestra by the side and you began to sing.

Lord Debling stood like a statue. Your voice captivated his ears like a songbird, and he was too afraid to move in fear you would stop.

You didn't leave your gaze on Alfred, as he was your anchor through the storm that filled your head with dread. For once in your life, you begun to understand the words you've sung about love. Something ignited you, and it was proven as there was a roar of applause that was for your performance.

You look back at the queen and she nodded in approval, smiling contently. You bow in her presence and left the platform.

The orchestra resumed the delightful tune of dance as you were congratulated by the court. Lady Danbury walked up to you, beaming with pride.

"My dear, I understood you've sung for a living but I underestimated that voice. Do not let me doubt you again." She says lively.

"Oh, you're too kind, Lady Danbury. It is you I have to share gratitude for. Thank you for having me into your home."

"Anytime, my dear. I also bring good news, her majesty is requesting a private audience with you during your stay here."

Your mouth dropped into an 'O' and you hugged Lady Danbury, then a split second letting go as you straighten yourself.

"Apologies, but this news has elated my mood of late. Thank you." You said, as Lady Danbury just gave you a beaming smile.

She was about to say something until something caught her eye. "It seems you have made an impression to a particular someone."

You don't understand what she's saying until you see Alfred, now dressed formally. He walks towards you two and bows his head.

"Lady Danbury, it's a pleasure to see you tonight. Miss Laurant, I did not expect you were tonight's performance."

"You two know each other?" Lady Danbury asks.

"Br-Briefly. We exchanged words by the garden." You said, confused as you thought Alfred was a footman of sort, but dressed similar to those in the court.

"I was blown away by your performance tonight, Miss Laurant. Perhaps when I am in the best of health, I can escort you to the dance floor sometime."

"Lord Debling, I thought you never dance at balls." Lady Danbury teases making him chuckle.

"Lord?" You ask, your eyes wide.

"I am sorry if I did not share my title at the time-" Lord Debling tried to explain but you took a step back.

"Lady Danbury, I must rest before meeting her majesty this week. Thank you both for your kind words, but I must go." You bowed before you left them in confusion.

"Did I offend her honor? I did not know my title would have her leave." Lord Debling asks, feeling as if he'd hurt you.

Lady Danbury could see his sincere features and tried consoling him.

"It is not you, my Lord. Before Miss Laurant arrived to London, she has told me she has had a troubled past. It appears you may have reminded her of something that she can't escape."

Lord Debling could only look at the direction where you left, wondering if you were alright.

Soon, you hailed a carriage and traveled to Lady Danbury's residence. You sank by the wall and began to cry, holding yourself for some comfort.

You thought Alfred was like you, free from title and expectations. You thought that maybe, you could love him.

But you can't give your heart to a Lord,

not again.

To be continued...

[storiesaplenty]

Take a Flyer

Lord Debling x f/Reader (18+)

Bridgerton 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.

Summary: Lord Debling did not care that a dinner party was happening in the next room. He has been gone from his wife far too long, & he is going to make up for lost time.

"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.

Tag list: @madhatterbri

[ispridestillasin]

So I decided to watch a bit of Bridgerton with my mother, which I'm not really interested in (I don't really like period pieces unless it's a fanfic for a ship I like) but it's a show she enjoys so I sometimes catch her watching it and join her, and literally the only takeaway from the stuff I've seen with her is that Colin, Lord Debling, and Penelope should have all been poly

[quotergirl19]

This is how I imagine the first 4 episodes of season 3 and the episode 4 cliffhanger could go:

Lord Debling is looking for a young lady who is not consumed with the ton and would be content being less involved in society and more focused on important pursuits like educating herself, someone who wants to be a good wife and mother to his children. Someone he could make happy, because he is very much looking for a love match and Lady Danbury, whom he likes and respects for her sharp wit has told him she knows a young lady who he might be perfect for him, Miss Penelope Featherington. Lord Debling is eager to meet the lady but they have not yet been introduced. Debling has however been introduced to, and quickly became friendly with, Mr. Colin Bridgerton so he made particular note of Colin’s sister Eloise who, in addition to being very pretty, he deduced was also intelligent and uninterested in society.

Effortlessly charming and easy going, Debling managed to surprise Eloise Bridgerton, because for the first time ever, she found herself actually enjoying a bit of friendly conversation with a gentleman of the ton who views women as intelligent and capable, but then she is distracted by Colin beginning a dance with Penelope and watches the two intently; her once trusted and dearest friend feeling like a stranger now. Debling notices the way Mr. Bridgerton seems quite taken with his lovely dance partner so he asks Eloise if the lady is her brother’s intended, assuming the two were courting but Eloise scoffs and says her brother would never court Penelope, insisting Colin is merely being protective and brotherly, watching over Miss Featherington because they are old friends and her father has passed away.

Debling realizes that the curvaceous redheaded beauty is the young woman Lady Danbury wants him to meet, so he watches the way she carries herself and how gracefully she dances with her friend. He wonders how she could still be unmarried when she was so undeniably fetching with blue eyes shining brightly and cascading hair so lovely, Debling simply could not help himself from heading in her direction. Then Penelope’s eyes met his and without any hesitation Lord Debling asks his new acquaintance, Mr. Bridgerton for an introduction to his beautiful friend. Penelope is positively glowing at the compliment and before Colin could blink Debling has taken Penelope’s hand from his and Colin is surprisingly caught off guard by the way his stomach suddenly dropped.

For Debling the introduction sparks something strong and his first dance with Miss Penelope Featherington begins like a dream. Their conversation is a natural and flirtatious banter, everything about meeting this woman feels like fireworks. Watching from the sidelines, Colin is visibly shaken when the handsome lord immediately asks for a second dance which is rarely done unless a couple is quite seriously courting, and Penelope doesn’t take her eyes off her new dance partner until the last moments of the song when she glances at Colin and the look on his face is undeniably intense.

Lady Danbury goes over to Colin to point out that Lord Debling seems quite taken with Penelope and how nice a match they would make. Then she mentions how she’s only ever seen Miss Featherington look at one other man that way. Colin is about to question who when he realizes she is implying that Penelope has feelings for Colin. He insists she thinks of him as a childhood friend and nothing more, so Lady Danbury reminds him that his parents were once children together and old friends have the potential to make remarkable love matches, before walking away. When the dance is over, Colin immediately takes Penelope’s hand insisting they find a private place to speak because things with Lord Debling are moving very quickly and she hardly knows the gentleman. But just as the mood seems to change and Penelope feels certain Colin is not only jealous but also somehow seemed like he was about to kiss her, they hear something and discover Francesa Bridgerton alone with the Earl of Kilmartin, John Stirling and they’re kissing.

Colin is furious and protective over his little sister but keeping a level head because although John Stirling is an Earl and a gentleman, he is also a stranger who neither he, nor his sister really knows. In fact, Francesca had only just met the man that very night, and now this Earl had the power to ruin both his sister and Penelope. But John gives his word that he intends to call on Francesca and offer for her in the morning, and Penelope simply asks that none of them say anything about her and Colin being alone because they were only looking for a place to speak discreetly and she does not want to force Colin’s hand. Colin is fully aware that he had nearly kissed Penelope and she knew it but his sister and her Earl didn’t need to know that so they all parted, promising to keep their indiscretions secret.

Later when Eloise asks her little sister if she’s nervous about marriage, Francesca confides in Eloise that she has fallen in love with the Earl and cannot wait to marry and start her own family with him. She confesses they’ve already kissed and how Penelope and Colin caught them the night they met. Suddenly, Eloise is panicked because she knows that Penelope is Lady Whistleddown and has written about the Bridgerton’s before. And now she was in the perfect position to reveal this secret, so despite the fact that Eloise hasn’t spoken to Penelope in months, she is determined to protect her little sister and she goes to see Pen, ready to swallow her pride and beg her not to ruin her sister but Penelope swears that she would never do that to Francesca because she is like a little sister to her, and she’s happy for the couple.

Eloise is grateful and she finally does the thing she wished she’d done the night she discovered Penelope’s secret, which was to ask her oldest friend why she did it. Why did she start Whistledown? And Penelope tells Eloise everything, including how she had always secretly been in love with Colin, and her heartbreak over what she heard him say right after Eloise walked out of her life, and how alone she has felt for months. Lastly, Penelope admits how sorry she is for keeping secrets and that she misses Eloise and the old friends reconcile.

When Colin finds out at breakfast the next day that Eloise and Penelope have rekindled their friendship and Eloise had plans to visit Featherington house that afternoon, he is visibly effected by the mention of Penelope’s name, and his family takes the opportunity to be a little nosy and very meddlesome, encouraging Colin to pursue Penelope before her new suitor, Lord Debling swoops in and claims her.

Just when they’re certain Colin is going to pack up and leave town again just to avoid getting nagged about marriage, Hyacinth chimes in to say that Lady Penelope Debling has a lovely sound to it, but she would have much preferred Mrs. Penelope Bridgerton since then Pen would officially be a part of the family since she always felt like she belonged with them. At that something inside him seems to snap and Colin asks Anthony for permission to choose a ring from the family collection because since he doesn’t have time to court her properly, the least he could do is give his future wife a nice piece of jewelry.

Later, when Penelope enters her drawing room happily thinking she’s going to spend some much needed time with her best friend who she’s missed terribly, she walks in to find Colin has come for a visit and been in conversation with her mother, having secured permission to take Penelope on a carriage ride. They were to be unchaperoned so he promised to bring Miss Featherington just around the square and then straight back to Bridgerton house for tea with Eloise and his family.

It was a particularly romantic but brief carriage ride where Colin confesses that seeing Penelope with Lord Debling made him realize that he would never be able to live with himself if he didn’t try to win her. Then they were kissing and touching and it was wildly inappropriate, ruinous behavior but they didn’t care because nothing had ever felt so right before and they were so happy to be together. And before it even dawned on Penelope that she had yet to tell Colin the truth about her secret life as London’s most notorious gossip, they’d arrived at Bridgerton house and announced their engagement to his family.

[imgondeletedis]

OH MY GOD.

i just finished s3 pt1 of bridgerton (i had exams' season and i was taking my time) and oh my god???????? I AM SO FUCKING UGH????? I AM MINDBLOWN, HAPPY, NERVOUS, MAD, JEALOUS, EVERYTHING‼️‼️ my mind is blank i cant process it all, shonda fucking rhimes did it again y'all- omg also spoilers coming guys⚠️⚠️❗❗

everything about this season drives me insane, POLIN AAAAA LIKE AJSKWKWKSOEOWKWi love my babies sm, the angst between eloise and pen????☹️☹️☹️ i miss my babies, and the freaking manwhore (benedict) cheating on me with that widow🙄🙄 (she's literally so fine and so real im so jealous lmao) AND JOHN AND FRANCESCA OMG MY BABIES I AM NOT PREPARED FOR THE HEARTBREAK. also the lack of kathony???🤨🤨. overall i cant wait for pt2 and how's pen gonna tell colin ab lady whisledown in the show omg???😭😭 that's it thanks for listening to my tedtalk.

[fanaticfangirl001]

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[aeternallis]

Colin's jealousy just hits so well for me this season because unlike Simon and Anthony's jealousy (which mostly comes from male ego and physical lust), Colin's jealousy is born from something much deeper, beyond the surface-level, primitive instinct of seeing he has competition. That's not to say some of that isn't influencing Colin's actions, it most certainly is, but it's not the main force driving his emotions.

His jealousy doesn't come from out of nowhere, yknow?

His jealousy is born from shared history with one of the few genuine relationships in his life that he holds close to his heart, an unconscious, albeit cherished understanding that Penelope is a constant in his life. It's born from the slow, painful realization that he had lost her without even knowing it (further shaking his already flimsy resolve to try and fit into society's standards of being a typical rake), and whilst making a genuine effort to earn her good graces back, unwisely set himself up to lose her again.

Whereas Simon and Anthony's jealousy is superficial (and logically speaking, doesn't make much sense and only speaks to their self-entitlement due to their positions in society), Colin's jealousy is a humbling experience for him, which lends itself to his growth as a character and as a man. It's no wonder he'd described it as "a feeling that is like torture, but something he cannot, will not, does not want to give up."

Can y'all imagine Simon and Anthony having the same sentiment as that without it coming off as OOC? Simon was determined not to continue his family line and Anthony couldn't let go of his pride and obligations, pursuing Edwina until the latter had to set her foot down akjhdjsvbd If they had had any choice in the matter, both of them would have done their utmost to not have to feel anything towards their love interests pre-marriage. (Colin too made an attempt with that second brothel scene, but let's be real, it was half-assed at best)

Colin wants Penelope so much to the point he'd fully embraced even the torture of wanting her. And honestly? That's so damn refreshing to see, considering the typical romantic leads we usually see on television are trying to repress their emotions, not embrace it.

Colin yearns and wants, and he wants unashamedly. He's not jealous of Lord Debling; it's less about Lord Debling himself and the superb qualities he has that makes him an eligible gentleman specifically for Penelope and her circumstances, and more about being threatened by the concept of any other individual having the chance to establish that same emotional connection he has with Pen, and the possibility of that growing into something even more.

For all his kindness, Colin is actually quite possessive of that special connection he has with Penelope, and for a man who's already at odds and ends with his purpose in life and who he is in the grand scheme of the ton, understandably so.

It's why I knew in my gut during my first watch-through of s3 part 1 that although Colin had offered to help Pen find a husband by teaching her how to seduce men, he had never actually set out for it to be a successful endeavor. Lol If anything, it was just an excuse to be able to spend time with her. He had, albeit subconsciously, probably pictured the entire exercise to be something more along the lines of the incident with Lord Basilio, i.e. joking/gossiping w/ Pen about her prospective suitors and how unsuitable they are for her.

It's why Colin's excuses regarding Lord Debling about being a bad marriage prospect for Penelope sound so damn weak, his best reasoning being that he's "too particular."

For Colin, no man was ever going to be good enough for Penelope if it wasn't himself.

[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.

[letsplayeternity]

I am absolutely OBSESSED with Colin's voice when he asks Penelope "Did [Lord Debling] propose?" the second time because you know that if she said yes that man would have forever held his peace and would have been continued on to suffer in silence for the rest of his fucking life. I love one (1) yearner who realises he has love with one (1) person and if he cannot have that than he cannot even imagine going back to the intimacy without emotional connection he had experienced .

[iguana-eyanna]

To Miss Laurant... Pt. 3

Pairing: Lord Alfred Debling x Reader

Summary: What happens when two souls who had not found love find it within each other?

a/n: very STEAMY, longing, pinning, and smut

Lord Debling stands in front of the Bridgerton estate, unsure if he should fall through with this.

'No, I have to... for her.' Alfred thought as he knocked on the door.

He knocked on the door, too late to realize that it has been past midnight and not realizing it was past midnight. Soon, the door opened and Alfred saw a tired Colin who's eyes were sunken and shirt untucked.

"You're awake?" Lord Debling asks, shocked.

"My son begun teething. I was all up night trying to lull him to sleep. But I think I should be the one asking why are you here at my doorstep in this ungodly hour?"

Lord Debling bows his head then rises to meet Colin in the eye, pushing away his pride.

"I need your help uniting a family again."

Colin brought Alfred in his study as the two decided to share a drink.

"So let me understand: Miss Laurant has family in Paris and you need my help to find them."

"I'm in no condition to travel alone, and you know the city better than me. I have the address here in this letter." Alfred said, taking the letter he took from you by mistake.

Colin reads it, thinking where the address seemed familiar.

"This is is near the grand opera house."

"Yes, her family lives just by. Please, I need you to consider helping me. I know we were at odds before, but I need to do this."

Colin was about to answer until there was a knock on the door.

"Colin, you weren't in bed, is everything alright?" Penelope asks, opening the door to see him and Alfred.

"Lord Debling... it is good to see you again." Penelope said hesitantly, but bowing in respect.

"It is good to see you too, Lady Bridgerton, or rather say Lady Whistledown?" He asks, showing into a slight smirk.

Penelope chuckles tiredly. "I apologize for writing about you."

"It is all water under the bridge. I do apologize for intruding your home, but there is something of importance that has brought my presence tonight."

Penelope comes over and sees the letter and reads it.

"Miss Laurant cannot reunite with her son? My heart goes out to her." She said.

"With your blessing, I've asked Colin if we may travel to France and find the-"

"Does she know you are doing this for her?" Penelope asks.

"Well, no." Alfred said.

Penelope gently places the letter down and looks at Alfred.

"Lord Debling, if I may speak freely, a woman who has tirelessly worked day and night to accomplish the impossible, and have a man swoop in to take all of her credit: doesn't it seem so... medieval?"

Alfred was about to answer, but he thought of how you did in fact worked years to build your family a new home. He would throw away all of your days work.

Penelope looks over at her husband, sharing the guilt.

"And you, were you actually considering traveling all the way to France while our son needs both his parents?"

Colin starts stammering, trying to find some support from Alfred but he could partake in defending his past cause.

"It seemed, like a grand gesture." Colin mustered out.

Penelope mutters under her breath and looked at both men.

"My Lord, we will help Miss Laurant as best we can. But if you device a better plan, I hope you will talk with her before setting any action. Now if you please, I'd like for my husband and I to take rest."

"Of course, thank you Penelope. And congratulations for the two of you. Farewell." Lord Debling leaves the study quickly to go back to his estate.

Penelope goes to Colin who was sitting by his desk and sits by his lap as he holds her closely.

"I was not too harsh on him, was I?" Penelope asks.

"No, it was the right thing to tell him. You were perfect." Colin kissed Penelope's temple.

Penelope combs through Colin's hair and looked back at where Lord Debling left.

"Well one thing is for sure, he must love this woman to move the heavens and earth."

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Dear mother and father....

You stopped writing, not knowing what to write as you sat by a table with the drying ink and the quill that felt heavy in your hand.

You crumbled the paper and inhaled sharply, covering your face in shame.

"If you crumble one more paper, I'll have to start charging you. They don't come cheap anymore, you know."

You turn around and see Lady Danbury walking towards you as you sat in her spacious study as the sunlight poured in the room.

"My apologies, I'm feeling slight frustration sending a letter back home." You said as she took a seat next to you.

Lady Danbury places a comforting hand by your hand,trying to lift your spirits last night. You came back to the dinner, crying and unable to form a full sentence. Violet Bridgerton did her best to calm your tears as they guided you back to your room where you admitted the truth of why you came to Mayfair. They never shown one ounce of dismay, but felt empathy.

"I try so hard to protect my family, but I often feel as if I'm not a mother to my own son."

Lady Danbury sits next to you with a stern look.

"A lady never squabbles her own troubles. She solves them with her own wit and morals. I understand you must feel as if the world is turning too fast but that is the card you are dealt with. You can either fold or place all your bets in."

"T-Thank you, Lady Danbury. That's what I needed." You said, turning back at your letter, about to write.

"Oh, before you begin, I wanted to personally give you this." She offers you a note.

You take it cautiously and open the letter, reading its contents.

To Miss Laurant, I apologize for my ghastly actions the past night. I am not known to have my emotions get the best of me. I humbly ask for your presence tonight at the Debling Manor where I may host a special meal for just the two of us as a token of good will. If you do not arrive by the evening, I will understand. Sincerely yours, Alfred Debling

You look back at Lady Danbury as she had a knowing look on her face.

"Lady Danbury, if a woman is to be called on to a Lord's manor unattended..."

"I won't tell dear, you are an adult. What do you singers call it? 'Go and face the music?'" She asks out loud, turning away so you may choose whether to leave the note be or take action.

You sit alone with your thoughts, certain what you must do.

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You arrived nervously at the manor, realizing you must be an hour early.

"He's your friend, nothing more." You muttered to yourself before knocking the door with the door knocker.

In a moment, an older gentleman opens the door for you.

"Miss Laurant, I presume? I am Burford, Lord Debling's head servant." He asks.

"Yes. I apologize if I may be early for dinner."

"Not to worry, Lord Debling is out in the field. Come, I shall escort you to him."

You walked inside the space filled manor. You see how many old artifacts and eccentric plants that were filled in each hall. You also noticed that there were barely any family painted portraits that were by the walls that you were used in seeing in other manors.

Soon, you were lead on the outside field that was stretched on for acres and a farm.

"Where is Lord Debling?" You ask, looking around.

"Oh, he's riding his steed. He's been out of practice for sometime. Ah, there he is." he points out.

You squint in the distance until your eyes widen, seeing Alfred riding on a brown mane. His shirt was open around his neck, as you saw his alabaster chest that was decorated by blonde hair.

He slows down his pace, realizing he had company. He then jumps down, petting his horse and then guiding them to meet you by the yard.

"Miss Durant, I was not expecting your company so early. Apologies on my appearance." He said gently.

"No! Um. No, my apologies for- arriving so soon." You said, feeling your cheeks blush.

You dared to step forward and admire the horse Alfred was holding.

"Their beautiful, what is there name?" You ask, admiring at the horse's beautiful brown coat and the black mane.

"Athena, after the goddess of wisdom. I saved her after from her previous owners. They almost shot her when she was injured. I couldn't live with myself if I didn't intervene."

"That's remarkable." You said, not truly realizing how Lord Debling would go at great lengths to save innocent creatures.

"Here, pet her here. Not too close to her face. It will startle her." Alfred guides your hand by her neck as his big calloused hand was hovering yours.

"My Lord, may I ask the chefs to prepare for dinner?" Buford asks.

"Oh, yes Buford. I'll have Miss Laurant accompany me to the stables."

Buford nods his head and Alfred leads you with Athena back to the stables.

"How many animals do you save?" You ask.

Alfred gives a heartful chuckle.

"As much as I can. But, I dare not to take indigenous creatures like the Amazonian birds or antelopes from Africa back here. They belong to their country and to their people. I just try to right the wrongs from hunters or poachers. Those barbarians..." He said with spite.

But, he did not allow his anger best him as he settled Athena into her stable. You saw a softer side of him, as he made sure he executed every detail perfectly so she can be calm and safe.

After he stabilized the gate, he walked you back to the outside part of the manor where a small table was set by candlelight.

"I hope you don't mind if we may dine outside. I am embarassed that I had not had the time to focus rebranding the manor."

"No, this is... very thoughtful of you." You said, looking at how intimate the table was set and how the table wasn't big in length, enjoying how closely you two shall sit.

He guides you to the chair and pushes you in as he sat beside you.

Two servants come with two plates and placed it between you two, accompanied with a glass of wine. Soon, you and the Lord were deep in conversation, and then with enough wine, you two were laughing to your hearts content.

Now, he was trying to converse with you in French, but his phrasing was horrible.

"Stop! Please, my ears are shriveled in pain." You said, taking a sip of your glass.

"Alright. But do enlighten me on a lesson. I was a great student in my youth." He swears.

"If it stops you from butchering the language of love, then yes. Repeat after me: Merci."

"Merci."

"Rêvasser"

"Rêvasser"

You pause for a moment, looking at his lips then back at his eyes that twinkled in the night.

He was silent as well, as he leans forward as you were the only ones that were here in this moment.

"There was a phrase I've studied all morning, I hope that you may understand.

He coughs in his hand and looks back to you, muttering a simple phrase that had you breathless.

"Je t’adore"

I adore you

He awaits for your expression.

"I-I'm sorry if I spoke out of turn I-"

He stops midsentence as he felt your lips on his. He holds you closely, as his hands held you closely, afraid that he would wake up from this dream his mind has made.

He hopes he will never wake up.

He draws a breath and flutters his eyes open, seeing that you were still here in front of him.

He stands up and offers his hand, feeling his heart race.

"Would you like to come inside?"

Your lips parted slightly, but you nodded confidently as you took his hand. You two quietly walked inside, afraid to awaken his staff that were finishing their rounds. With just a few feet, you walked inside his chambers.

His room was simple. A large bed was by the middle of the room and his walls were painted a soft sage green. You locked the door behind you as you reunited with Alfred by the foot of the bed.

Your lips reunited, as your hands traveled around his body.

"Wait..." He said out of breath.

You look up at him, concerned as his face formed a thin line across his forehead.

"Is everything alright?" You ask.

He gulps loudly and takes both your hands into his.

"You have been wonderful. But I must confess something to you. I... never laid in bed with another."

You knit your eyebrows together until you realized what he meant.

"Oh, I see... if you want to stop now...."

He shakes his head no and comes closer to you.

"I want to, please. Show me how to make love to you."

You give him a soft smile and kissed him tenderly.

"Lie down... and take off your clothes slowly."

Alfred lies by the end of the bed, taking his shirt off his shoulders as you see his bare chest in the moonlight. He tries unbuckling his pants until you stop him.

"Wait... I want you to look at me."

He wasn't sure what you meant until you began to untie your corset lining from your dress. You slowly moved each garment off and Alfred looked almost, animalistic. All was left was a light linen garment that hung on your body.

You then crawled on top of him, finding your hands on his belt.

He gasps for air as his member throbs in his pants.

"Please... please." He begs, looking up to you.

"Uh uh.... a patient man will receive his reward soon." You said, seductively placing your finger by his chest, tracing patterns on his skin like sand.

You move back and forth slowly on his clothed self as you hear whimpers beneath you. He holds you steady by your hips as you tease him so.

"Now, will you be a good boy for me?"

He could only nod his head yes as he felt all the blood rushing from his body.

Soon, you shifted downward and freed his member from its prison, gazing at it as it stood tall like a mountain.

"Is it... enough for you?" He asks shyly.

"Alfred... you're wonderful." You said, admiring him.

Now it was his turn to blush as his hands held you firmly by your waist.

"Lift me up a bit, and I shall do the rest."

He did as he was told and lifted you mid air as you lined yourself into him. You gasp loudly, then covering your mouth before anyone could hear you scream.

"What is wrong?" He asks worringly.

"Nothing... it's supposed to hurt the first time. Just keep a steady pace."

You sunk further in and moaned silently as you placed your cold hands by his warm chest. He felt your walls closing in as he gasped for air.

Both of your paces began to fasten as you two felt like the room was heating like a wild fire. His hands left your hips and his absecnce was missed until you feel him sitting up, finding the neckline of your dress and ripped it apart, like a hound finding flesh.

His lips found your neck as kisses it profusely and your hands get lost in his golden hair. Soon, you see his lips latching onto your left breast, swirling his tongue around your bud.

"Oh, Alfred!" You whispered into his ear as your pleasure rises to the top.

Both of you felt your climax in sync as your mouth hung open , drawing in a cold breath. A hand cradles the back of your head and Alfred connects his forehead to yours.

"Yours.... I am yours." he whispered, trying to find your lips as they would soon reconnect.

You don't know how long you felt him in you until both of you found your backs laid in the bed and had him pull his member out slowly as you moan in slight despair and relief.

His arms wrapped around you protectively as his head rested by your bosom, feeling your heart race for him.

"Are you sure.... You never done that before?" You ask him.

He chuckles lightly as he shifts upward to see you face to face.

"It was my first. Thank you." He says, kissing your shoulder as it sent shivers down your spine.

Alfred took that as a signal and brought the covers over your naked forms as you placed your arms across his chest.

"If you need me to leave in the morning, I don't mind. I don't want whispers spreading of our entanglement."

"Nonsense, I will take care of everything in the morning. You can stay here... only if you want to."

You nod slowly as you flutter your eyes, feeling slumber cascade over your body.

Alfred looks up at the ceiling, feeling tightness pull in his heart. What would his staff say when they see you sharing his bed before marriage? How can he tell you that he would do whatever it takes to bring your family here in Mayfair? Where in time can he establish you as more than a friend?

His racing thoughts stopped as you stirred in your sleep, keeping yourself closer in his arms.

He holds you tightly and kisses your head as he found peace in the night, only wanting to protect you from the world.

And hopefully, one day, to ask you to be his.

[storiesaplenty]

Bridgerton 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.

Summary: Lord Debling & his wife were odd by their society standards. Their marriage was arranged, but they bonded over their unique interests, and soon found love. Their love grew into a massive family, with another one on the way.

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."

[bigblab-talktotalk1]

I feel a lot of people misunderstand Portia in why she ask about Colin's love

One thing I find really disheartening about reactions/opinions on this episode is the conceptual clap backs of "Did Debling love her?!?!"

🙄😮‍💨

Because that response makes me feel someone is missing something in the storytelling. As a response, it has never made sense to me, because.... he never had to!

'Lord Debling was a reasonable match." This guy has acted in every single way The Gentleman. This guy has money, this guy came to Lady Featherington like a respectable adult and asked for Penelope's hand, this guy will be absent, and so THIS guy also Won't Hurt Her! She laid this out in episode 4, To Portia he is an IDEAL catch.

Then comes this news of Bitch-boy Colin (painting from a Portia-esque perspective), that she read IN WHISTLEDOWN!! He does not hold water with her 🚫 This Season, all she has seen of this dude is that he is a flirt. "The most desired man of the season." Regardless of what she thinks Penelope's feelings likely are, she only sees that Colin is NOT serious about her. Freshly back from galavanting across the sea, she does see Colin as serious PERIOD. All the letters Pen wrote, All the teas at Bridgerton house....for years Portia has watched him NEVER WANTING HER! Yet somehow an engagement occurred some time between her daughter leaving a party and family breakfast the next morning... 🤨🧐 Chat shit right?? Her mind must be screaming: HELP ME UNDERSTAND! (In a snarky, passive aggressive way - because she's the one)

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Portia has a right to feel awful disrespected that Colin "I'm a gentleman" Bridgerton didn't come to her first. Like they don't have beef!! 😳 He's been engaged to someone from the Featherington household before, yet... there was no wedding. But Pen (who she thinks of is having less attractions than Marina) somehow is different?

You know who extended the olive branch to the Featherington name to help saved them from drowning in the social ruin of the reveal of Marina's pregnancy? DAPHNE! He was mad at Marina sure, but you know who he showed he didn't care what happened to while he turned his back? You Penelope!! 🤷🏻‍♂️He could have helped soften the blow like Kate, Edwina, and Anthony tried to do after their failed wedding. But he didn't. And that's who Pen threw away an entire future to gamble on?? 🫨😣

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And while Portia doesn't know it yet, the fault for them being in that super precarious social is the SAME EXACT fucking person who is standing in front of her like she don't smell her own shit!! (personal mad when sitting in Portia's perspective)

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THAT 'S the guy Pen wants Portia to celebrate, who Pen believes is a better choice. Portia's looking for the better. "What more can you ask for?" she says an episode 4. The only thing Penelope seemed to believe held her back from commiting to Debling as her husband is this 'Love' nonsense. So if Colin is the Superior choice, he must be giving her what she thought was missing from a marriage, something she thought Debling couldn't provide!

"You have it?" - Portia.

Penelope says she's SURE he CARES about her. But 'care' wasn't the exceptional parameter? To be so certain that you just threw away a good 90% qualification-meeting gentleman, you must have heard this truth that gives you that 10% to match the fantasy were "LOVE"(which Big P don't believe in) is. Right? You thought, you know, but what did he say it??? Has he told you he's giving you what makes choosing him over Debling worth it? Are you getting what you gambled for?!

Portia looks DEFEATED because Pen is betting on fantasies and wishes, without even the vocalized proof of Colin's feelings!!!!!!

"Oh Penelope"= "Girl I feel bad for you", "you sweet summer child." She's repulsed that Pen was SO short-sighted.

I feel like while her reaction is extreme and harsh, it really isn't too difficult to imagine a semi-reasonable parent (with Portia's trauma) may be distraught hearing that their daughter chose to follow a career in ..... like the Arts, that she loves (Colin), when she already had a place at Yale law School (Debby). Without Colin's declaration it's like she mailed in her withdrawal letter and is packing to move into an artist collective commune -- without a lease! Not even guaranteed a spot, setting fire to your previous life plans! It is not right, and it is not okay to treat your children as if they need to live their life as you would. However, for someone who holds security above all Pen has thrown away her last chance at a good life. Pen has shattered a chance at bedrock that Portia knows Pen don't even understand how much she should value! Portia has shielded her from how it feels to watch the ground you've built your life on crumble from underneath her. The fear of having no husband, no son, and no money. Which I think adds to the anger in her tone.

Debling never NEEDED to love Penelope. Why he was a better, more secure match than Colin was everything BESIDES love. What makes Debling a valuable prospect has a very little overlap with what makes Colin Penelope's first choice. Therefore trying to grade them on the same standard..... it doesn't matter if Portia cares about love, it doesn't matter if Debling would EVER say he loves Penelope. So while it matters if Colin has told her that he loves her, he's the only one who has to.

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I do not think she is right all the time, or even often. But one can likely tell from the above that I'm a Portia Featherington fan. I'm a fan of food in tummies and shoes on feet. Did she decide she needed big bucks to eat and dress the way she wanted.......👀🙄

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As someone who looks at Colin as an insecure 23-year-old male... He is my baby. I defend all his big emotions. When he's having a temper-tantrum, I let him kick himself tired. I'm never villainizing him for basically anything he says or does because..... I know he's really a soft boy. And I know Pen doesn't mind. But that doesn't mean we can blame Portia (without having the audience view) for seeing him differently.

[grace-williams-xo]

RAMBLING THOUGHTS AFTER FINISHING PART TWO. GONNA ADDRESS MY P1 THOUGHTS FIRST. SPOILER WARNING.

1 & 2: I think Debling could’ve worked in the second half, and I’m kinda sad Cressida didn’t get a happy ending. The Creloise fell of a CLIFF after ep 5 but I think it could still be saved

5: no cishet man has ever loved his wife more than Anthony Bridgerton I’m gonna be ill

6 & 12: kanthony’s absence was felt BAD in the finale, I think their reactions to LW were sorely needed. Also Jonny and Simone have both said they’ll be at every sibling’s wedding and stick around for years but they missed Francesca’s??? Also felt their absence too much then. They’re both booked and busy I think we’ll continue to only get a couple episodes a season from them

8: Francesca did get to thrive happy in pt 2 my baby I love her

9: I think they managed to disconnect the mondrich plot even further like 😭 once again, I don’t mind them their plot just feels very empty

10: Pen and Delacroix CONTINUE to be my fave duo I love them so freaking much and they can never get rid of it

13: Portia’s growth this season continued to be 10/10 I loved her and Penelope’s relationship it really showed what it’s like to be closely related to people you oppose and the process of needing to forgive and understand them for your own peace of mind

14: that was not how I was expecting Colin to find out about Whistledown

15: Marcus felt a little rushed in part two but I think I need to watch the whole season together to fully decide

17: this was indeed the longest 27 days of my life I got Covid day after it dropped lmfao

MY ~NEW~ THOUGHTS:

We finally got character development from Cressida and if they write her out I’ll be inconsolable (as will Jessica Madsen)

I hope they paid Golda Rosheuvel good for her feet exposure. Worth more than titties in this economy

I feel the need to tell everyone that £5000 in 1815 is in the realm of £500,000 today and we cannot brush over the fact Penelope has made herself the equivalent of a literal millionaire

Anthony has two moods ‘I’m obsessed with my wife’ ‘I want to win this game’ like it is comical how drastically different his facial expression is in the game of charades compared to pretty much every other scene

Anthony saying the marriage is perfect and not hard work and Kate being like BOY I will humble you,,,, doing the lord’s work I love her so much

At some points I felt like Francesca was fighting Anthony for ‘Violet’s least favourite child’ award lmao

John saying he’s off to look at the wainscotting was unfairly funny

Cressida in the red dress is even better than I imagined fuck even if she’s not gay then I am

Peneloise back together the universe is healing I love my babies all we need now is creloise lovers and peneloise friendship simultaneously I don’t like it being one or the other sue me

However much Brimsley is getting paid isn’t enough,,,, Hugh Sachs the man that you are

I adored Penelope’s wedding dress so much and as bitter as I am still about no kanthony wedding in s2, it felt kind of right somehow for Polin to be the first wedding we properly see in this show

Most of the costumes and makeup feel like they got worse,,,,, big ‘I hired a 14 year old’ energy. I don’t need historical accuracy but I would like a modicum of care and the costume/hair/makeup dept looking at a single historical reference from before 1850,,,, please

We all got the bi Benedict we’ve been asking for and I appreciate it, and recognise that he needed Tilley to explore that, but I still would’ve preferred if they first main queer experience was not a threesome

If they go straight into benophie in s4 (which idk, I’m so torn bc I feel like F, E and B all could work well next season) then I also feel like bi Benedict was just them throwing a bone for 5 mins but meant nothing

The CONTENTIOUS Michaela Stirling,,,,, I was undecided until I saw it but that was the definition of gay panic from Francesca and it worked so well I am so excited.

As your resident peerage expert, it is much easier for women to inherit titles in Scotland than England so I wonder (not that anyone on this show knows anything) if that was a reason they chose Francesca to be sapphic [general peerage info and female inheritance info if you care]

On the above, if they can canonically end racism with one marriage then they can end homophobia with one marriage as well

We all know Eloise was the easy and obvious choice to be the queer love story but part of me does kind of like them not taking the easy route, and them going something more unexpected, but that doesn’t mean I don’t want Creloise/Sapphic El like they had eight children let’s be honest

Finch’s sneeze and Phillips’s “now Varely! The bugs!” were unfairly funny

Everything Lady Danbury said to Penelope about suspecting her and what not felt very in character and you can fight with the wall idc

Did they tell us the name of Polin’s baby boy???

Hyacinth saying she thinks of Gregory as the family pet,,,,, girl you an icon walking amongst mere mortals

Predictions I got right:

Anthony didn’t kill Colin, but “are you gonna duel your own brother” lmao I was on the right track

I knew Polin would win the Featherington baby race and I love that for them (but why were Prudence and Phillipa pregnant most of the season, barely showing, Kate was showing almost immediately, and then in the epilogue the sisters all had baby’s similar-ish ages???? Give the writers room a calendar please)

I SAID FROM DAY DOT THAT THE FURNITURE THEY BROKE FROM SEX WAS A CHAISE I CANT FIND THE POST BUT I KNEW IT I FUCKING KNEW IT WHERE DO I COLLECT MY PRIZE SOME OF YOUR GUESSES WERE TRULY FUCKING COOKED

Okay that was too long if you made it this far I’ll make you cookie ily

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It's a new week, and welcome all of you!!

Today's episode of "All Polin's First Times We Didn't See" is about dreams (in two parts, this one is Colin's, tomorrow is all about Pen). Please continue to make requests. We have roughly two weeks to go before this series ends and Kinktober starts... I have around 6/7 prompts already, so I have space for more 6/7. I can't wait to read your requests! But now, let's talk about dreams.

Pen might ask about dreams since Colin said he was dreaming of her. Maybe they are cuddling in the morning, and it's a nice quiet day where they get to indulge a bit. "Tell me about your dreams," says Pen, playing with the hair on his chest - something so intimate it still makes her heart beat faster. He looks at her, "Only if you tell me yours," he says, and by the blush Pen now has, he knows it's going to get juice soon. Pen nods: she must be really curious.

"The night after our first kiss, I didn't sleep at all," he confesses. Now, the memory is happy and not bittersweet because she is here with him, so he can laugh a bit at his own dramatics. "You rocked my world with that one, Pen," he adds, stealing another kiss—now they can, now they are married. "But that evening, I was so tired that I went to bed early, and I dreamt about me coming back to your garden," now he gets shy because he knows what's next.

He looks at the incredible woman who is looking at him with such awe in her eyes: "I confessed my feeling... and you—dream you—said you felt the same. that I occupied your thoughts constantly. Then I kissed you, not like our first kiss. I pressed you against the wall and made you mine with my hands and mouth," he tells her, and she smiles at him. "You're such a romantic; even your dreams are as sweet as you," she says, but he laughs with her, "That was only the first dream... "

"Every night after that, it got worse and worse. I imagined having you under me. Exploring your bosom," and he traces a nipple with his fingers, making it hard. He pinches it, making Pen gasps. "Once we were at a ball, and you were dancing with someone else... in the dream, I walked towards you, pushed the Lord away and kissed you there right in the middle of the room," he says, remembering how he approached her and Lord Debling he thinks now he might have taken some inspiration from his dream.

"After the hot ballon, it got even worse," he adds, noticing how she is trying not to move. "I had an erection constantly," and as he speaks, Pen takes him in hand, pumping him slowly. "I imagined your mouth around me or how you tasted. I bought an eclair that day to get close to how your mouth would taste," and he shakes his head. "You had me under a spell, Pen," he says, his breath just a bit quicker because of Pen's movement.

Pen now takes him in her mouth. He would never get used to seeing her in between his legs, eyes on him, licking and sucking him like she was starving for him. He moans and pants, "Continue," says Pen. He can't think much, but he tries for her. "I woke up humping the sheets or with my erection in hand, thinking -- ahhhh, Pen, yes -- thinking of how much I wanted to sink into you and show you what pleasure is," he says, and it seems like Pen is enacting his dreams.

Because the moment after, she is sinking into him, her wet core enveloping him. They both moan loudly. "Tell me more, Colin," she says, and he can only grab her hips to accompany her while he speaks, his voice broken by his moans. "I tried everything to get away from thoughts of you - bloody hell, Pen - I even went to a brothel but I passed the time on my own, imagining you, -- you're a goddess, wife -- Always you."

And Pen is not jealous, not in the slightest, when she is the only one capable of making him turn into this with just a look. Words become useless as they fall into each other, kissing and moaning their pleasure. "Dreams didn't hold a candle against you," he says between thrusts; they are both close now. "The first time I sank into you, I think you took my soul as your prisoner," he says, utterly wrecked, pen all but screaming her release above him.

He comes a bit later, and Pen is now lying on top of him. "If I took your soul, it's only fair, I think," he finds the courage to look at her through the exhaustion. "You took mine when I met you," she clarifies for him as they kiss, staying like that in that embrace for a very long time.