#lord Debling smut

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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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Smut alphabet - Lord Alfred Debling

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

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

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

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

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

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

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

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

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

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards

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

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

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

[storiesaplenty]

Take a Flyer

Lord Debling x f/Reader (18+)

Main Masterlist

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

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

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

WC 583

From my previous account plentyoffandoms.

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

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

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

"The guests are waiting."

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

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

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

"What did I say, my dear?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But not today, no.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Tag list: @madhatterbri

[bridgerton-bitch]

I just finished watching season 3 vol. 1 and oh my god!

[dollypopup]

(to be the one) to walk in the sun

Summary: What if Penelope said yes to Debling's proposal? What if Colin never cut into that dance? cowritten with @starryspindel Rating: E Snippet:

1816

Dear Mr. Bridgerton, I am writing to request your help in a important-

Dearest Colin, How are you? I hope you are well on your travels. I am

Colin, I have made a mistake

Mansfield Park was, in her humble opinion, the most boring piece of literature written in the last hundred years, which was a shame really because she usually liked all the novels penned By a Lady. She might have liked the novel the first, or second, or even fifth read through, but now onto her twenty-third (or was it thirty sixth? Sixty fourth? Forty first? One, two, three, four-) she was getting quite sick of Fanny, the insipid protagonist with the backbone of a chocolate éclair.

When was the last time she had an éclair? At the wedding breakfast? The engagement ball? How many had she eaten that day? One, two, three, four-

Her life had devolved into a series of numbers, something she had once thought would be so easy to keep track of. How far the room spread, (one, two, three, four-), toe to toe, (five and seventy slippers apart from wall to wall at the farthest, toe to heel, and six and thirty by the shorter end), the exact number of seams, immaculately maintained, from the papered walls, (one, two, three-), the slats of sunbeam through the curtains, (more in the midday than the morning) (one, two-). Once she began occupying herself with how many instances of the letter ‘a’ she could find ruffling through the book, (one- one- one- one-), she felt something within her splinter. 

But, as with everything in her life, now, there was nowhere for it to be kept but inside. 

So, she read. All but howled in her head as she huffed. Leave, Fanny. You could simply leave.

Fiction had, after all, been such a means of escape for her in the past. 

[nicole-timey-wimey-stuff]

It Was Enchanting to Meet You

Lord Debling x Fem reader

Lord Alfred Debling x female Bridgerton reader

Synopsis - You’re the second eldest Bridgerton daughter, being forced by your brother to finally debut. You believed the ordeal would be terrible, that was until you meet the handsome Lord Debling, the handsome stranger soon captivates your mind and heart.

Warnings- fluff, period drama, feelings, very small amount of angst, confessions, great sibling relationships, suggestive themes but no smut. Still 18+ though please.

Word count- 4.7K

Today was the day, the day you were coming out into society, you’d put it off long enough. Being that you were only a year younger than your elder sister Daphne, and a year older than Eloise who were both already out. But your mother hadn’t pushed you and for that you were thankful, your eldest sibling Anthony though was another story. He had all but told you enough was a enough, and even though he would not ever force you to take a husband, you needed to be out in society despite your disagreement with it.

He did not want the great Bridgerton name tarnished, with people starting to talk of the strange girl in the family who did not conform to society’s norm, who did not like social situations, a girl who spent her time fencing, reading and horseback riding. You were a free spirit, one who preferred the wind in her hair, rather than constricted dresses, dancing and polite conversation.

So now just having turned 20 you were being launched into the world around you. This brings you back to today, your mother was flapping making sure both you and Francesca looked perfect, creamy white gowns adorning your bodies, lace perfectly placed, your dress was accentuated with gold floral embroidery and tiny puff sleeves. You adjusted your long white gloves once more before exiting your room, “Ah y/n there you are my love, have you seen your sister I can’t find her anywhere, she is not in her room!” Your mother Violet frets, she’s looking pale and exhausted. “Calm down mother, I’m sure she is about, I can hear music are you sure you haven’t checked it is not her playing?” You ask.

“Oh! No I have not, come, we shall go check together.” She replies, gently grasping your wrist and tugging you down the staircase In search of your sister, you are sure she only holds onto you so she cannot loose you too.

Walking into the drawing room you find it was indeed Francesca playing the piano forte, your mother breathing a big sigh of relief, she is also dressed ready to go. “Well then my children let’s get going shall we?” She asks as she ushers us all out to the carriages, turning to you and Francesca she says “You both look so beautiful!” Voice full of emotion. “Thank you mother” you both say in unison, she nods before you all enter the carriage and head off to the queens palace.

The whole thing went by in a blur, you walked down the aisle, bowed to the queen then exited out to the side, you’d all entered out into a garden party where people were mingling happily. Your brother Colin who had just returned from travels, was boasting to the young ladies, causing them to fawn over him. Penelope Featherington sadly watching from the sidelines, you were very aware of how she felt for your brother, being the same age you had spent many moments together. Although you wouldn’t call her a close friend, it saddened you to see her aways watching him with such hopeful but sad eyes.

You decided she could do with a distraction so you made your way over to her, “Hey Pen, how are you? I haven’t seen you about the house recently?” You ask, she jumps, obviously you’d caught her very much deep in thought. “My goodness y/n you scared me” she gasps hand on her chest, “Sorry Pen, we were both on our own so I thought I’d come talk with you” you explain. Her face softens then “Of course, you can always come talk to me, I know how hard this must all be for you” she replies her face now sympathetic. “Yes, I do so hate public attention, but alas my brother thought it was necessary” you sigh, nodding Penelope gave you a look of understanding, “We must all be pushed out into society sooner or later, I was just 17 when my mother decided I needed to be out. And look over three years later and I’m still just sat here with no suitor prospects, I wish I could find a husband” she groans, “What? Why? You’ve never seemed too interested before?” You ask.

With a sigh she turns to you “In all honesty I need my privacy, and I just cannot stand living with my family any longer, at least your family is supportive and kind, mine can be just awful” she complains. You nod, you understand, her family have always been difficult especially her mother! “Well then Pen I hope you find a kind, loyal man to be your husband this season, you deserve some happiness” you tell her in earnest. “Thank you y/n, you do too, whatever that is for you, you deserve happiness too” she says as she walks off, leaving you once more to your thoughts.

Would you find happiness? What was happiness to you anyways?

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That evening you were attending your very first ball, nerves settled deep within your stomach. There would be many people attending Lady Danbury’s ball, and you were hoping to quietly blend into the crowds, not causing any reason to warrant any unwanted attention. Anthony had insisted on you being present, he had also given you a list of people he had chosen for your to converse with.

Your dress though, that you had chosen for yourself, it was a deep maroon, corseted down to your waist, it then flared out into a subtle A line ballgown. It had thick off the shoulders straps, sparkling embroidery and a skirt that swished as you moved. You wanted something that felt more freeing, compared to the tight empire line gowns that were the norm. Giving yourself a last once over you sighed, although you looked like a princess, you felt absolutely ridiculous.

Entering the party was as equally nerve wrecking as bowing to the queen this morning, walking down the steps after your brothers and sisters you felt all eyes shift to you, you held your head hire and floated down with all the grace you could muster, it must have worked because once you’d reached the bottom all eyes were still glued to you. Your mother came rushing to meet you, “You did well, you entered as gracefully as a swan” she gushed, you rolled your eyes at her enthusiasm, “Well mother my plan is to not cause any unwanted attention, I don’t want them thinking I am some wild animal that cannot be tamed” you sassed back. Tutting she guided you through the crowds to meet some new people, what you hadn’t noticed though, were a pair of very entranced blue eyes belonging to the one Lord Alfred Debling watching your entrance.

“Who is she?” Lord Debling asked Lady Danbury, “That would be Miss Y/N Bridgerton, second eldest daughter of the Bridgerton family” Lady Danbury answered. “I see” he replies eyes still watching you intently, Lady Danbury smirks knowingly, “I may also add, she only debuted this morning so from what I gather she is very much on the market, so to speak” she smiled. “Is that so?” He asks eyes still enchanted by you. The pair hadn’t noticed Cressida Cowper Joining them, not until she spoke up causing them to both jump slightly, “I’ve heard she’s a strange girl” she abruptly interrupts, “And where have you heard that Miss Cowper?” Asks Lady Danbury, her voice full of exasperation.

“Well I’ve heard she prefers the outdoors over social gatherings, she rides her horse bareback at some speed I may add, I’ve seen it myself. When I’ve called on Eloise this summer she’s either sprinting through the country on her horse or she has her nose in some weird book” she explains amusedly. “I don’t see how that makes her strange, but rather it makes her unique” Lord Debling affirms, “Well also” Cressida stutters out trying to find something more vexing to say about you, “Ah she also fences, she sword fights with her brothers, isn’t it incredibly odd, incorrect even for a young lady to sword fight?” She points out. “I dare say! Does she really?” He asks Lady Danbury, “Yes I believe she does” Danbury replies, the smug look is soon wiped off Cressida’s face though when he turns back to Lady Danbury, “That is incredibly impressive, what a young lady she is! I will go introduce myself” and with that he leaves in search of you.

He finds you over by the drinks helping yourself to one before retreating to the corner, “Miss Bridgerton? Are you quite alright? You appear to be hiding in the corner” he asks. You bow quickly “Lord Debling, I’m quite well thank you, just not one for large social gathering's” you answer honestly. “Ah, no me either actually, I prefer to be outdoors” he responds. You smile up at him shyly “I do too” you agree, “Riding Percy gives me much more joy than this” you continue, choking on his drink Lord Debling gasps “I beg your pardon you what?”, “Percy, he’s my horse, a Suffolk punch, my brother Anthony bought him for me for my birthday a few years back, I most enjoy riding him through the countryside, where it’s nice and quiet” you explain,

“Oh of course, I heard from Lady Danbury that you enjoy riding, he conveys, cheeks bright red now from his misunderstanding. “Lady Danbury spoke of me? To you?” You ask confused, “Umm yes, I happened to ask after you” he admits, you offer him a smile “I see and what else did she happen to say about me?” You question teasingly causing him to smirk, “Nothing much else, just that this was your first season” he stutters out now feeling very put on the spot, “Oh yes well I put it off as long as I possibly could, but my brother is forcing me to try this year” you confirm, “Is it so very bad?” He asks, teasing smile on his lips, “Well maybe not as bad as I had made it out to be in my head” you admit.

“Well then, would you care to dance?” He offers, hand outstretched towards you. “Yeah ok, why not, in the name of trying new things of course” you smile, “Of course” he repeats, clearly amused by you. He walks you out to the dance floor as everyone lines up, ready for the dance to begin. As the music plays he spins you around the dance floor, your eyes never leaving one another’s, its almost as if there’s static energy between you, your hearts pounding in your chest, you can tell everyone is watching you both, but in that moment all you can see is him.

“Is that your daughter Violet, dancing with Lord Debling?” One of the mothers asks, “Yes” your mother laughs, “I dare say it is” her face is lit up at the way your both staring at each other, thoughts of Daphne and Simon’s first dance entering her mind. This looked very promising, she thought you’d be the hardest to convince to give this whole ordeal a try, but you were entranced by the man before you, and it was Francesca who had made a rather hastily exit home already.

Lady Danbury joins your mother, “He asked about her you know, the second she entered the room” she tells your mother, knowing smirk still plastered on her face, “Did he?” Your mother asks, “Yes, he seemed very much intrigued by her, maybe we’ve made a match already” she implies, “Maybe…….. I will speak to my daughter once we are home” you mother decides. Nodding in agreement Lady Danbury takes her leave.

Once your dance comes to an end you bow and move to walk away, thinking he would have other young ladies to dance with, a soft grip of your hand causes you to turn, coming face to face with Lord Debling once more, “May I call on your tomorrow?” He asks, “Yes you may” you give a curt nod before leaving with your family.

This night had gone much better than expected, you thought to yourself whilst laying in bed, you felt excited to see what else was to come.

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The next day you’d woken up early, to get yourself dressed for your sword fighting lesson, hoping you’d have time to freshen up before anyone had any callers, you smile to yourself at the thought of seeing Lord Debling again today. Bounding down the stairs you met your instructor Henry, “Good morning Miss Bridgerton, are you ready?” He asks, “Yes I am” you affirm, “Very good, although I don’t see how you need any more lessons now, I’ve taught you everything I know, and you have mastered it all”, you grin “Why thank you Henry, but I can tell you why I need my lessons” you reply, “And why is that Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Because I enjoy them” you laugh as you get into position.

Your two eldest brothers had joined you now, you were currently practicing against Benedict, completely loosing track of time. “Why do you encourage this Anthony?” Your mother asks, “Well dear mother I think it’s good that a lady knows how to defend herself, no one will ever mess with our little y/n now will they?” He questions playfully, rolling her eyes she waves him off as she leaves the room.

“Ha! I win again! Really Benedict are you even trying?” You goad, sweaty and exhausted he gives you the are you kidding look, “Yes dear sister unfortunately I am!” He grumbles, Anthony snorts out a laugh “Well I dare say these lessons are paying off, you have quite the talent” he praises you, “Thank you brother” you smile. Just then one of your maids enter the room, “Someone’s here to see you Miss” she announces, realisation hits you! Oh no Lord Debling has arrived and your still in your fencing clothes.

Walking in he smiles at you, you bow nervously before rambling out, “I’m very sorry I lost track of time my lord, please excuse me for a moment while I go change”, “Nonsense don’t worry about it, I’d love to see you in action” he answers, “Really!?” You ask surprised, he nods in response, you look to Anthony motioning for him to come join you, but he puts his hands up in surrender, “Oh no, watching Benedict loose all credibility was quite enough for one day, I will go find my wife, as I promised her a walk this morning.” He replies, “I’ll spar with you” Lord Debling offers, “Oh I couldn’t ask that of you my Lord” you hastily reply, “You’re not asking, I’m offering” he affirms before removing his jacket and placing on Benedict’s fencing armour.

Anthony lets out a laugh, “Perfect” he announces, before turning to Lord Debling “Don’t let her win, she will know. She is incredibly able” he confirms before leaving to find his wife. “Well are you ready then?” Debling asks you, “Yes, quite ready” you smirk back. As the two of you spar the static energy returns from last night, you fall into an effortless rhythm against one another, he fights well, there is technique and power to his moves, but you are just too quick for him, eventually knocking the sword from his hands and pointing yours to his chest in victory,

“I say! You are rather good at this aren’t you” he laughs, “Yeah I think it’s because I enjoy it so much” you agree.

“You Miss Bridgerton are an incredibly rare flower indeed” he says, “Thanks” you reply warm blush adorning your cheeks, “Will you save me a dance at tonight’s party?” He asks. “Yes of course” you reply maybe a little too hastily, “Well then, until tonight” he offers placing a delicate kiss to your knuckles. Before leaving he looks back towards you once more, giving you the most endearing smile.

You were very much looking forward to seeing him again tonight.

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Over the next few weeks the two of you became much more acquainted with one another, you danced together at every party, usually more than once, you took chaperoned strolls together in the park and your family had also invited him over a couple of times for dinner.

You’d learnt much about him, his love for animals and wildlife, the fact he didn’t eat meat, all his adventure and conservation ideas, you’d become completely enamoured with this man, It appeared he also was with you too.

Today you were both taking a stroll in the park, the sun was warm and the smell of blossoms filled the spring air. Your maid was walking a few steps behind you, keeping a watchful eye. “Beautiful day is it not?” You ask him cheerfully, enjoying the sunshine on your skin. “Yes it is, but I can see something much more beautiful” he replies watching you carefully, you turn your head to hide your reddening cheeks. “Will you be attending the garden party tomorrow? I hear there will be a new form of transport being showcased” you ask, “Yes I believe I will be attending” he responds while smiling at you, grinning up at him you offer a nod in response.

“Well I bid you farewell Lord Debling, I have promised to help my mother this afternoon, I will see you tomorrow?” You offer, “Yes I shall see you tomorrow, good afternoon Miss Bridgerton” he replies. You spare him one last glance, before you walk off with your maid.

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It was the day of the garden party and you were stood looking at the enormous ballon in awe, was that really supposed to be able to carry people through the sky? “Quite spectacular isn’t it?” Lord Deblings voice cut through your thoughts causing you to jump, “My Lord, you gave me a fright!” You gasped, “I am sorry, that was not my intention” he responds “That’s ok, it is spectacular yes, although I do worry how it’s supposed to transport people” you reply.

“Yes quite, but I suppose only time will tell, are you well Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “Yes, thank you my Lord I am very well” you affirm, “Good” he nods.

As the afternoon goes on Penelope, Eloise and Cressida join in your conversation, Cressida going out of her way to try and impress Lord Debling, not even caring how desperate and contrary it makes her appear. Penelope spends the whole time staring at Colin and Eloise is pretty much rolling her eyes at everybody’s antics. Cressida continues to laugh at something he said, almost hanging off his arm, causing a pit of jealousy to stir in your stomach.

You turn your attention once again to the large ballon, which is now rocking very unstably in the wind, creaking and groaning as the ropes loosen. Just as they snap your brothers are rushing over to pull them back, using as much strength as they can muster to pull the thing back into place. All you can do is watch in terror as they lose control and the ship comes hurtling towards you, it all happens so quick, one miniute you’re watching terrified, the next you’re on the floor Lord Deblings body shielding you.

“Are you quite alright?” He asks gazing into your eyes, “Yes all thanks to you”. He carefully traces his fingertips down the side of your jaw, you watch him with wide eyes, wanting nothing more than to lean in and kiss him. Someone loudly clears their throat behind you, you both jump apart, turning to see Cressida and Eloise watching you both.

Lord Debling jumps up before offering you a hand up too, “What luck you were there to save my sister, thank you my Lord” Eloise states, “Of course, it was nothing” he replies before walking off.

“What was that y/n?” Eloise gasps, “I hardly know” you reply, completely shocked yourself.

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That very evening you arrived at the ball still very much in shock, more so by Lord Deblings behaviour than nearly being squashed by the heavy ballon. Your mother currently had you making small talk with every eligible Lord in the room, “Mother is this really necessary?” You grumbled as you made your way over to yet another man, “Yes my darling daughter it is, until Lord Debling actually proposes you must keep your options open” she insists, “But Anthony said I do not have to marry this season, only that I must be out in society” you ask confused.

“Yes I know my sweet girl, but every year you’re on the market the less desirable you become, now make haste” she commands, you roll your eyes at her as she drags you through the crowd, “Lady Bridgerton, Miss Bridgerton, how nice to see you both” Lord Cambell greets, “Lord Cambell, lovely to see you again” you reply with a very forced smile. “Would you have any space left on your card to include a dance with me?” He asks, you stutter before your mother replies on your behalf, “My daughter would be delighted”, you resentfully offer your wrist and card for him to write his name on, before bowing and leaving to find some corner to hide in.

After no empty corner is found you retreat to the gardens in hope of some peace, leaning against the cold stone of the house you close your eyes, taking a deep breath. “Miss Bridgerton you should not be out here alone” Lord Deblings voice causes you to jump, “My goodness my Lord! Must you always startle me so.” You gasp, “Sorry I never intend too” he replies in earnest, “But you really shouldn’t be out here alone” he repeats as he steps closer, “Yes I know, but I need a minute to breathe, it’s awfully stuffy in there, and my mother is being a nuisance….” You trail off, voice stuttering as he steps closer once more, “By nuisance you mean by parading you around the room, like a prized animal?” He smirks, “Yes” you stammer, feeling more breathless than before if that was at all possible.

He carefully moves a piece of hair from your face, “Do you not wish for the attention of the Lords here tonight Miss Bridgerton?” He asks, “No, not from those ones anyways” you whisper, then in a flash his mouth meets yours, it’s passionate and gentle, it’s fire but also calm. Your fingers grasp his jacket as you pull him in closer, moulding your body to his own, his fingers move from your face to your neck, tilting your face to give him better access. His other hand grasps your thigh as he pulls it over his hip, grounding down into you causing a low whimper from your lips, moving from your mouth he kisses down your neck, nipping at your sweet spot, your hands slide into his hair as you grind into his hips once more.

Your movement causes him to gasp before quickly pulling himself away from you, leaving you a breathless mess. “I shouldn’t have done that” he worries, “My Lord?” You ask confused and worried, “I shouldn’t have put you in that position I am so very sorry” he repeats and your heart sinks, was he going to reject you now? Were you about to loose all credibility? Sensing your despair he quickly comforts you, “What I mean to say is that shouldn’t have happened before I asked for your hand, I do not wish to dishonour you, if you will have me and your brother agrees to it, I would very much like to make you my wife” he confirms, “Really?” You ask.

“Yes really, I am quite enamoured with you my dearest y/n, I came here to the Ton to seek out a wife, I thought I could find a match of convenience, one where I could travel and my wife would happily stay at home managing my estate. I did not think love was in the cards for me, I believed that my work would take up too much space in my heart for that, but then I met you, and my goodness did you change everything” he explains.

“Is this a confession of love my Lord?” You ask still very much breathless.

“It is yes, I didn’t come here to seek it which makes this as much a surprise to me as it is to yourself” he replies.

“I love you too” you admit, which causes his handsome face to light up, “I too did not believe this would happen, when my brother asked me to debut this season, I admit I hated the very idea, but I’m so very glad I did as it lead me to you” You confess.

“Well then my love, I believe I have a question to ask your brother” he replies, his hand seeking to find your own, grasping his with yours you reply “I suppose you do”. He gives you one last kiss on your cheek before heading inside to seek out your brother. You are still stood against the house, breaths still racing as you trace your lips with your fingertips, the tingling of his kisses still present.

Upon entering your home that evening Anthony stops you “Y/N may I speak with you a moment?” He asks, “Yea of course brother what is it?”

“Lord Debling has asked for my permission to propose to you, he says he has the deepest of feelings for you and he wishes you to be his wife, I know him to be a very kind man, one who obviously wouldn’t ever hurt an animal or a woman, he has a great estate and great prospects, so if it’s what you want I will agree to it at once, but I told him I had to talk with my sister first” he explains.

You smile knowing how deeply your family cares for each other, this is something you will never take for granted. “Truth is brother, I love him very much, I didn’t think it were possible to find someone I could fall for so deeply, but here we are” you reply.

“Very well then I shall give him my permission” Anthony affirms. You walk over and give him a chaste kiss to the cheek, “Thank you brother” you respond, he nods giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze before wandering off.

You were going to be married! Not only that to a man you love, you felt such happiness in that moment your chest could burst.

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The next morning whilst reading your maid walked in announcing Lord Debling was here to see you, you nod at her to let him in.

“Hello my love, are you well this morning?” He asks as he enters the room.

“I am quite well my Lord thank you” you smile.

“Please call me Alfred, such formalities feel no longer necessary”

“Very well Alfred, but then you must call me y/n so we are on equal terms” you reply.

He laughs, “Of course, my dearest y/n, so I’m guessing it’s no secret to as why I am here?” He asks.

“Well I have an idea, but I will need you to clarify” you respond with wit.

“Very well Miss y/n Bridgerton” he begins before getting down on one knee, “You have bewitched my heart, and I’m asking if you will do me the extraordinary honour of becoming my wife?”

Walking towards him you kneel down in front of him, reaching out and tracing his stubbled cheek, “Yes Alfred, I will marry you” you gush before moving in and placing your lips against his, in a sweet soft kiss.

Just then all your family enter the room offering congratulations, you thank them all but your eyes never leave his, as you think to yourself yes you believe this will be a very happy marriage indeed.

[madhatterbri]

Lord Debling Fics

Lord Debling Headcannons - Just some headcannons.

Wedding Night - Summary: The Lord proves to be quite the gentleman on their wedding night. Smut. 18+.

Mama Knows Best - Summary: Y/N's mother hatches a scheme to make her youngest daughter marry Lord Debling.

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

Wither - Summary: Y/N knows how to make Lord Debling wither.

Garden -

Summary: Y/N often walks with her husband in their garden. A proper gentleman out in public, he can't help the way he feels about her when no one is watching. Behind the hedges, he shows her how he feels. The servants block the entrance to the garden to not let them be disturbed. At night, the maids tease her about the gardens. "He was helping me with animal sounds, nothing more,"

Home - Summary: After coming home from a trip, Lord Debling craves his Y/N. 18+.

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Summary: On a twist of events and to the ton's most delightful surprise, Miss Penelope Featherington marries Lord Debling.

Warnings: Canon divergence, romantic slow burn, tension, fluff. Eventual smut. Portia Featherington being herself.

Penelope wondered how much of what she was feeling now was like other brides felt on the day of their weddings.

Mama was elated, smiling for the whole family, nearly jumping up and down from all her excitement. Prudence and Philippa were with child, and now Penelope was a moment away from becoming Lady Debling. She had succeeded in her wishes.

Lord Debling – Alfred – had proposed in a beautiful way. When they went for a garden stroll with her mother, her sisters and their husbands, he had led her to a long wall of flowers. There, he knelt and gazed into her eyes with such intensity that Penelope almost forgot the practical foundations of their union. He needed a wife; she needed a husband. They enjoyed each other's company and understood their marriage would be practical, not romantic.

So she said yes.

Her room was empty now, everything – every little thing she owed, including her Whistledown things – was off to her new home.

All that remained was what she was wearing now.

“Penelope,” Mama spoke, opening her door. “Before we go, a word?”

Rae stepped back and away from her, just done with her hair.

“In private,” mama added.

Rae was joining her new household – Penelope trusted her too much and enjoyed her too much to let Mama keep her.

She stood up as her maid left, and remained stiff as Mama came to her and took her hand.

Was anything wrong?

“Look at you,” she exhaled. “Lady Debling in just a few moments.”

Penelope nodded slowly.

Lady Debling. Yes.

“I wanted to talk to you about what is to happen tonight.”

She stiffened up.

Oh.

When Marina was with them, they’d talked about some of what happened to land her with a child in her belly, but nothing specific – just cake and love.

"Do you remember," Mama spoke slowly, "when we visited a farm?"

Penelope frowned. A farm?

"I’ve never been to a farm, Mama," she corrected her.

Mama paused, shaking her head.

"Oh, that was Prudence," she realised.

She kept staring at her mother. Well?

"A man… has an appendage," Mama began, not meeting her eyes. "And in order to… fertilise your womb, he must… deposit his… seed… in it. Many times, as many as he possibly can.”

Penelope blinked, shocked.

Fertilise? Seed?

Were they talking about marriage or gardening?!

“And it will probably begin uncomfortably for you,” she continued. “If your husband is kind and attentive, and I’m certain he will be, you will feel no more than… a pinch.”

“A pinch,” she parroted.

“Inside,” Mama added.

“Inside?!”

Inside what?!

But Mama rolled her eyes.

“Stop that,” she interrupted her. “He’ll know what to do, just make sure he doesn’t keep his breeches on.”

Penelope held back the instinct to parrot it—his breeches? He was going to take off his breeches? Why on earth would he need to take off his breeches?

Well, if a child came from love, then she was at a disadvantage. Penelope didn’t love Lord Debling – she loved Colin.

Even if she tried to hide it, even if it hurt her, even if it was impossible and something she was running away from and was going to end - because she was not going to feed that stupid feeling any longer - she loved Colin.

“Marina said babies were made with love,” she mumbled.

She had no one else to ask, no one else would tell her!

It’d have to be Mama.

The look her mother gave her was pitiful.

“Miss Thompson was very naive,” Mama told her. “Babies are made and raised with effort. I didn’t start loving your father, but he gave me the greatest gifts I could have ever been gifted, in you three.”

She moved to Penelope slowly, and took her hand again.

“You will love so many things,” she affirmed. “Your days will be filled with delight. Sometimes your husband will be a part of them, and other times, he won’t. But you’ll only find out once you’re married to him. Which is why we should go now, or they’ll think we’re stalling.”

She just nodded, walking out with her.

They entered the carriage very quietly, just the two of them now. It looked very nice, adorned with white ribbons and flowers, very bridal-like. The ride to the church seemed to both drag on and fly by in a blur and before she even knew it, they were arriving at the church.

She was walking in on her own, without Mama. Her mother was a bit too happy to walk down before her, in her new dress and her flowers, her maid of honour.

It wasn’t like she could ask Eloise to be so.

From the room she was placed in, Penelope could see some of the guests. Mrs Bridgerton had arrived with Benedict, Daphne, Francesca, Gregory, and Hyacinth, but Colin was nowhere in sight - nor did Eloise.

It was probably for the best that he wasn’t there. His absence would make it hurt a little less. 

Penelope blinked her tears away as Mama stepped off, the room quieting down.

She adjusted her veil with Rae’s help as the doors came to a close again, and positioned herself by it.

They waited for her to confirm she was ready to come in, and for a moment, she contemplated just… not going. Not stepping in, not…

Not marrying Alfred.

She longed for the moment Colin would run in and tell her not to do it, to ask her to marry him instead.

But every second passed, every heartbeat of her own she heard, was proof he wasn’t going to do it – he hadn’t done it when he had the time, why would he do it now?

“Miss?” someone called.

Penelope opened her eyes to see the guards at the door looking at her expectantly.

Oh.

She had to move.

“I was saying a prayer,” she lied.

Penelope took in one last breath. No turning back now.

She nodded to them.

The church was filled with the soft murmur of guests when they all stood and turned to look at her as she made her entrance. The aisle stretched on forever, each step of hers adding another four to go as her future husband slowly turned in her direction to look at her face. The ton and her family were watching her, all looking surprised to be witnessing such a moment of hers.

And there, at the end of the aisle, stood Alfred. He looked handsome in his formal attire, peaceful like no one else, and he even smiled when he saw her face – an expression she returned as best as she could, squeezing his hand when he took hers.

The ceremony itself was a blur. They exchanged vows, slipped rings onto each other’s fingers, and made promises… her voice only trembled a little bit when she said her vows, and he seemed happy to hear them.

She supposed it was a mix of reasons – some that in theory made her happy too. He had someone he could trust now, and the promise of things he could only achieve with marriage. His estate was cared for, and if their three-month honeymoon went how honeymoons were meant to go, then he would have a child to carry his name and she would have something to do in his absence.

Probably more as well. She imagined he would want to have a second once he came back from his excursion.

She managed a smile when it was over, before they turned to face their family and friends, resting her hand on his arm and tightening it for safety.

That was it, it was done. They were married.

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Polin Fic : Twenty-Four Moments

A/N (Summary): Unsurprising to no one, I'm sure, I finally wrote my first Polin fic. A lot happens to Penelope in the infamous 24 hours within Episodes 4 and 5, and I wanted to explore everything she went through. I also wanted to challenge myself by writing some shorter/drabble like moments. (unbeta'd cause I just wanted to get it out into the world) So, here ya go! I hope you guys enjoy it!! :)

Rated: M for some light smut and a whole lot of feelings <3

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I. 

The warm light of evening stemmed through her window.  Her bedroom remained still and quiet.  For a moment, time felt frozen, as if the entire world was on pause, holding its breath in anticipation for that evening.  

Penelope glanced up from her desk, taking a long moment to observe herself in the mirror.  

Did she even recognize herself anymore?  

The new clothes, the style of hair, the make-up on her face, couldn’t cover the fact that in her heart, she remained that Featherington girl.  That poor Featherington girl whose dreams, whose ambitions, whose life was always deemed too impractical.  

It did not matter anymore.  In twenty-four hours, she would be engaged.  She would be the next Lady Debling.  She would have all that she could realistically ever ask for.  She would retain her privacy.  She could keep writing at her leisure.  She would have house and home and possibly even children.  

And yet….

Penelope’s heart sank as she tore her eyes away from the mirror. 

Lady Penelope Debling.  An esteemed name.  An honorable name.  She hated the sound of it.  

II. 

Her sisters once again squawked about babies.  The subject was always on the tip of the tongue in the Featherington household, and the entire carriage ride to the ball, it was the only topic of conversation.  It was as insufferable as it was horrifying contemplating them as mothers.  

Penelope stared out the window, her anxiousness overcoming any desire to bite back at their stupidity.  

Her mother placed an unusually soft hand over her arm and leaned in towards her ear.  “You’re so lucky that Lord Debling is so dashing, Penelope.  I fear what your children might look like had he been any lesser.”  She let out a satisfied laugh as she patted Penelope’s arm. 

The knot in Penelope’s stomach tightened.  

III. 

She could not escape her mother’s clutches.  Could not hope for a moment for herself.  There was no safety along the wall she so often felt comfortable against.  

Still, the haunting performance allowed her a moment to glance over the room. 

Violet Bridgerton stood on the balcony; radiating out the warm, motherly quality her own mother lacked.  

Benedict Bridgerton was in the far corner, snickering and giggling as he downed a drink with a lady hung on his arm. 

Francesca Bridgerton stood composed and calm, leaning slightly on her side towards Lord Kilmartin. 

Eloise… Well, she wouldn’t dare think of Eloise; even if she knew Eloise was an arms length behind her, too busy confounding her with her friendship with Cressida Cowper.  

She scanned the crowd as she always did -- yet no familiar eyes lit up in her direction… 

Of course he wasn’t there. She did not know what kept Colin away that night.  But of course he would be absent when she met her inevitable fate.  

IV. 

The thing about Lord Debling was that he was secure in his dance.  He held her properly, confidently, and comfortably.  He was noble in stature, yet gentle in approach.  His smile was pleasing and his eyes kind.  A perfect gentleman.  A good match.  

He guided her around the dance floor with ease; even after she began to stumble.  Even after her resolve began to break.  Even after she could no longer truly meet in him the eye. 

Her life was about to be full.  And yet her chest felt hollow.

V. 

There were a lot of emotions she had felt for Colin Bridgerton over the years. 

Anger was new.  

How was it that he continued to find new ways to break her heart? 

VI. 

“I did not ask if it was a possibility, I asked if you’d like it to be.” 

Words, sentences, thoughts, ideas, things she was so good expressing once again stalled in her chest.  If only she could get out the correct answer.  Yet, her body betrayed her. Her ever aching heart betrayed her.  The feeling deep in her soul that knew the shackles of that unrequited love would forever weigh her down reflected on her face.  She deflated in resignation.  

If there was any silver lining to the humiliation - it was the fact that at least she no longer needed to keep up the facade.  The only way Lord Debling could have been a reality was if she hardened her heart.  

Maybe this was the push her heart needed.

VII. 

She didn’t make it to the carriage before breaking down.  

The ironic thing, she thought as the door closed, fully allowing her to sob privately, was that even though she would be forced to write about her foolishness yet again, at least she still had Lady Whistledown.  

At least she still had an escape.  At least she could still create her own refuge and retreat back into the shadows where she belonged.

VIII.

She had, perhaps, looked into Colin’s eyes a thousand times before.  She had seen his kindness, his humility, his empathy.  She had seen laughter, she had seen sympathy, she had even dared to see fondness.  She had seen sadness and boredom and distraction and irritation.  She had seen his protectiveness and, on occasion, even his passion.  And on one particular afternoon long ago an amusing sort of humiliation.  

Colin’s eyes were comforting and familiar, in the way one grows fond of looking into the depths of the ocean after a storm has passed and feels safe and calm.  

But in his eyes tonight? There were things she had never seen before. 

Hunger, desire, longing, lust… love? 

It was as if she saw herself reflected in his eyes, and it shook her to her core.  

Her own eyes fluttered shut.  She was done looking.  She wanted more.  

IX. 

Her body felt aflame.  

She felt him everywhere; his breath hot on her skin, his mouth hungry at her breast, his hand stroking fervently in places she never dreamed would feel so good.  They were connected in the most intimate of ways and yet even that didn’t feel enough.  She wanted to melt into him, like snow on spring grass.  

It was all overwhelming, all too much, and yet her body ached for more. 

She pulled him closer, nudging his cheek so that their lips could meet once again.  A groan escaped into his mouth as their tongues met.    

She wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment forever. 

X. 

The carriage may have stopped, but her world continued to spin.  

There was a burst of laughter between the two of them and even with the tangle of emotions, she felt grounded again.  He was still her Colin.  She would always be his Pen.  He was still her dearest friend.  

And yet now, as he tenderly put her back together again, something more.  

With a soft, mischievous look, he was out of the carriage, his hand held high - waiting for her.  She didn’t  know what it meant, but she would follow him to the ends of the Earth if he asked.  But what came out of his mouth next was something in a thousand years she would have never expected. 

“For god’s sake Penelope Featherington, are you going to marry me or not?” 

XI. 

Walking into Bridgerton house felt like a hazy dream.  She felt as though she were floating, as if at any moment, she would wake up, and be in her own bed.  

Colin’s hand felt solid and firm in her own, the only tether to reality.  

She walked into the drawing room, terrified.  This house was once the home she wished had been her own.  And now she would officially be a part of it.  It did not feel real.  

She didn’t fully hear Colin’s announcement, nor Francesca’s kind words.  She could barely register Hyacinth’s embrace.  But it was Lady Violet that did her in.  Her acceptance meant more than the world.  She was finally home. 

XII.

It was Eloise who brought her world shattering back to reality.  Her words were like cold water thrown into her face, the iciness of which stung her very soul. 

She was not fully herself without Lady Whistledown.  She was also not fully herself without Eloise.  

She didn’t know how to reconcile being torn into so many pieces.  

XIII. 

He offered to walk her home.  She didn’t need an escort, not when she lived just across the way.  She had been alone in much more frightening places, but his insistence was endearing.  And, truth be told, she didn’t want to leave his side.  

She held his arm as they slowly made their way.  No words passed between them, only giddy looks and shared giggles.  

A long moment passed between them as they stood at her door.  He gently brushed the hair off her forehead, traced one delicate finger down her cheek.  

“I will see you in the morning?” How odd of a question, as if he was unsure of her answer.  

She nodded.  “Yes, of course.”  

He grinned proudly, taking a moment to look around to secure that they were alone before drawing in for a sweet kiss.  

It took her breath away.  He always took her breath away. 

XIV. 

Even home and settled, her mind remained abuzz.  She couldn’t sleep but she could write, and write she did, scribbling away as the evening slipped into early morning.  

Her quill scratched across the parchment, writing such delectable words.  

She only paused once, staring in somewhat disbelief at the words she had written on the page.  

…it may come to a surprise to all that Mr. Bridgerton’s rumored assistance in helping Miss Featherington find a husband has, instead, led to the two of them finding each other… 

She bit her lip, not helping the wide grin as she replayed Colin’s proposal in her mind.  

She wished she could see the looks on the ton’s faces when they read her column in the morning.  

XV. 

It was the birds that awoke her, their happy songs in the golden sunlight bringing her from sleep.  In truth, she could have stayed in bed much longer, but for the first time in forever, she truly wished to be in reality more than the fantasies that often occupied her dreams. 

She cuddled into her pillow, thinking about how on this bright new morning, she was indeed about to become a wife.  But not just anyone’s wife.  Colin’s wife.  Colin Bridgerton would be her husband.  

An electric shiver ran throughout her body at the thought. 

She closed her eyes and once again traveled back to the previous night.  She once again could hear all of Colin’s honeyed words, feel his desperate lips on her skin, the sureness of his hand between her legs…

She let out a tiny moan.  How ever would she be able to function that day?

XVI. 

Her sisters were easy enough to avoid -- they were loud as they left, their doting husbands dutifully trailing behind them.  Her mother, on the other hand, would be a force she had to meet head on.  

Would it be too much to ask for her to be happy with the news? Could she not, for a moment, give out the same warmth, the same kindness, the same joy that Lady Bridgerton bestowed upon her just hours earlier?  Could she just for once accept Penelope for who she was?  Why was it - even when she was feeling on top of the world - there was always the fear that her own mother would be the one who toppled her over? 

She braced herself, taking a deep breath in and holding her head high as she entered the drawing room. 

XVII. 

She once again remained dazed as Colin escorted her into the small home.  Was there a limit to how much he could surprise her? Would there be an end to the utter shock she felt? Would she ever stop falling more and more in love? 

He defended her against her mother, a moment that would remain seared in her brain forever.  And now, he casually brought her into his home.  Into their home.  Into the house they would live in.  Together.  

She could have easily dismissed everything she had felt last night as a one-time fantasy.  Some dream she conjured up by her imagination only to be dashed away when she retained her sensible mind.  But that would not be the case.  

Because today, because now in the brightness of the early afternoon, it all felt real.  Too real.  Too raw.  So unbelievable that she could barely process it.  

What else more could he possibly give her? 

XVIII. 

“Pen…”

“...yes?...” 

“I would like…I…”

“Anything, Colin.” 

“I am ready for you to touch me… Here, let me guide your hand.” 

“What…why are you laughing?” 

“It’s just that, you are so delicate in your touch.  You can be rougher if you like.” 

“Won’t I hurt you?” 

“You could never hurt me.” 

“Like this…is this good? I don’t quite know what I’m doing.” 

“It’s wonderful, Pen, just keep…yeah….” 

XIX. 

They continued to trade slow kisses, no longer hurried or heated, but calm and anchoring.  She relaxed into his embrace, feeling safer and more connected in his arms.  She had thought she had known what love was.  Thought she had known all its depths and all its intricacies.  But this new kind of love was surreal, as if it existed outside her plane of existence.  

His hand trailed over her skin sending a spark to her heart with each touch.  His fingers danced over her breast, stopping for a moment to be playful with a nipple.  She arched into him with a groan, raking one hand through his hair as she hiked one leg over his, lamenting the fact that he no longer was buried deep inside her.  His kiss deepened, and it was remarkable that she did not combust with ecstasy yet again…

XX.

“Penelope Featherington, you should not look at me like that.” 

She couldn’t help but stare as he rushed to clothe himself.  He had never seemed so handsome to her in that odd state of half undress.  If only she could be that fabric that clung so needily against his skin.  

“Isn’t a wife allowed to look at her husband?” 

A charming grin spread across his face.  “You are not yet my wife,” he gently teased.  

“No, but I long to look at you all the same.” 

His smile faltered as he looked at her with bewilderment.  

She was his.  She had always been his.  But it began to dawn on her that maybe he had always been hers as well.  They did not need to exchange marriage vows to belong to each other.  

XXI.

The Queen’s notice was heavy in her hand.  Even as Colin snuck a tiny nibble to her neck, she could not stave off the sense of dread growing in her stomach.  

XXII.

“It has been quite the day, has it not?” 

Colin helped her out of the carriage, ever the gentleman as he took her hand. It felt almost too simple a gesture for all that had happened between them, yet she took it willingly.  He kissed her hand and yet she couldn’t help but look up at him, wishing they weren’t bound by the rules of society.  How much she longed to kiss his lips once again.  

“Quite the day, indeed,” she managed to say.  

Colin moved in, whispering close into her ear.  “I love you, Pen.” 

She felt too dumbstruck to say it back.  But she felt it.  She radiated it.  He had to know, right? She was a writer of words, and yet she would never fully be able to express the depth of her love to him.  

“We’ll be together again soon.”  He dared sneak a gentle kiss to the top of her head.  

Somehow, the air around her grew colder as he left.  

XXIII.

The house she left was not the same house she came back to.  Something had shifted in the air.  Something had changed.  She had changed.  But she wasn’t the only one.  

Her sisters were one thing, with their pregnancies and their husbands and their uncomfortable commentary about Lady Whistledown.  They remained ignorant and occupied and could not sense that she was not the same person she had been just hours earlier.  

But her mother was different, too.  Her attempt at kindness felt troubling.  She did not trust it.  What scheme could she possibly be up to? It was doubtful that Portia Featherington could have actually found her heart.  But other improbabilities becoming realities had surprised her.  

XXIV.

The darkness of the evening light dimmed the room.  Penelope hardly noticed as she was too lost in thought to consider it.  She wrote away in her journal, wanting to document everything that had happened in the past twenty-four hours.  What a whirlwind it had been, and she wasn’t quite sure all of it had happened.  

She happened to glance up and catch herself in the mirror.  She didn’t look any different.  She was still her.  Still Penelope.  Still Lady Whistledown, though she tried her best to ignore the unsettling feeling brought about by that title.  Still the girl who had hopes and dreams even if she now better understood how love can reverberate through your world and change it so fundamentally.  

She was still Penelope Featherington. And even if she was still, maybe, unsure of who that was, even if she was learning that a sense of self was no longer a stable thing, she no longer scorned that name.  

Besides, soon she would become Penelope Bridgerton.  And with that, a sense of hope stayed firm within her, even if she sensed a growing shadow in her world.  Yes, she would be Mrs. Penelope Bridgerton. A comforting warmth spread in her heart at the thought.  

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Delicate 🥵 ↳ Colin Bridgerton has finally admitted his feelings, to himself and to his future wife, Penelope Featherington. After a wild ride in the carriage on the way home from the Ball, Colin invites his love inside.

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Guilty as sin 🥵 ↳ Benedict Bridgerton asks you to accompany him to his private studio, to show you some of the art he's been working on. You find a little more than you were expecting.

Cruel Summer 🥵 ↳ Following your romp with Benedict Bridgerton in his art studio, he asked your brother for your hand! Now you're on your honeymoon, and you're getting a little bored, posing for him. A lady must find ways to amuse herself!

Wildest Dreams 🥵 Part Two 🥵🥺 | Part Three 🥵✨ ↳ Your Father has betrothed you to his eldest, most despicable friend. You confide in your closest friend, Benedict Bridgerton, that you wish your first time could be with somebody else, somebody you liked.

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Don't Blame Me 🥵 ↳ Daphne Bridgerton is your closest childhood friend, her eldest brother, Anthony, is the love of your life. After avoiding each other for years, you both finally lose control.

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Out of the Woods 🥵 ↳ As Lord and Lady Debling, you are headed back to your estate to spend your time together in seclusion before your new husband has to leave for his next research endeavour.

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Thoughts I had while watching episodes 6-8 of Bridgerton Season 3. Yes, I finally watched all of Bridgerton. Yes, I have many thoughts about episode 5, but I need more time to compose them. Don't read more if you don't want spoilers.

Episode 6

-Yay Francesca & Lord Kilmartin. I adore this couple almost as much as Polin.

-Eloise & Pen's first real talk in Pen's bedroom. Maybe they'll get their friendship healed.

-Violet & Lord Anderson 😍

-Why does Lady Danbury despise her brother?

-That little dance in the church 😍😍😍

-I get why Cressida did what she did. I would've done anything to avoid marrying an old creepy dinosaur as well. But she just makes everything worse and worse.

-That talk between Portia & Pen. I suspect it is supposed to be sweet, but I hate it, especially after seeing how things have been in the past. I don't trust or like Portia.

-Violet unable to show Francesca & John the same level of excitement & love as she gives Polin is hard to watch.

-Pen's sisters suck.

-I really, really, REALLY wish Colin had known the truth before he proposed & they had sex. That is something they changed from the book, and not for the better.

-Oh lord, Cressida is a horrid writer & both she & her mom know it 😬

-Benedict is not handling Anthony buying his place at the art school well. I hate that Benedict is denying his creative abilities. The man has talent and he's so hurt and doesn't believe in himself anymore, and it hurts to watch.

-I think what I hate most about Portia treating Pen decently is the fact that I can't believe it will last, nor do I think that Portia is being genuine. I think this is all cause she's trying to keep Colin's favor. And it frustrates me. Because Pen deserves better.

-The unfolding flower thing was cool.

-Oh boy, I feel so bad for Francesca. She just wants to be with John & be happy. Definitely bringing up some feels from my own engagement.

-Lady Danbury & her brother 😔

-i hate aimless Benedict.

-Colin twirling Pen is everything. I love happy twirling.

-I really appreciate the deaf representation this season.

-Cressida's red dress would be stunning if not for that horrendous giant bow.

-Colin is going to be writing so much smut for Pen. I guarantee it.

-Pen not wanting Cressida to take credit for all her hard work, boy do I feel that.

-I get that the queen is supposed to stand out from everyone else, but her dresses seem to be from a completely different time period. Like, I know that the costumes aren't necessarily period accurate, but wouldn't everyone be trying to match the queen's style of dress?

-Peneloise ❤️❤️❤️

-Ok, writing with a quill & ink in a carriage seems next to impossible to write something legible.

-Colin's face on discovering the truth 😔

Episode 7

-This fight. Oh god, Colin's crying. Pen's crying. I'm crying. This is brutal.

-Pen's issue of LW calling out Cressida 10/10.

-I've said it before and I'll say it again. I would watch the Lady Danbury & Violet show.

-Colin & Eloise's talk ❤️

-Really, Colin? You are the one who was alone with Pen countless times, constantly sought her out at events, ruined Debling's proposal, left her without prospects, & she "entrapped" you? I think not.

-I can't decide what I feel about the Tilley & Benedict & Paul storyline. Was it necessary?

-Flustered Violet getting called on by Lord Anderson is adorable.

-At least Cressida seems to feel so e remorse, though if they go the book route she will be all blackmaily by the end of this episode or the beginning of next.

-"Our mother adores you!". Benedict I love you.

-I really like the Mondrich family. Will loves his wife so much.

-I love Genevieve & Pen & wish we had more interactions between them.

-"No such thing as true love without first embracing your true self.". I think I need that on a shirt.

-As a very short girl, I love that they show Pen standing on raised areas to be more eye level with Colin.

-I'm glad Pen called him out.

-Welp he really was going to try to finger her on the street. Poor boy is so in love & horny even when he's mad 😅

-Kate & Anthony sitting Colin down 🥹

-Kate. I just. I love her.

-The little wave Anthony gives Kate as she leaves him alone with Colin 😍

-I am glad Lady Danbury & her brother are clearing the air.

-Lord Greer with the mansplaining of a nom de plume.

-Colin when he sees Pen in her wedding dress 🥹🥹🥹

-OMSquee that veil 😍😍😍

-I know people go on about the carriage scene, but the wedding vows are so beautifully done. I will be rewatching that many, many times.

-Holding hands. I love it!

-Pen's sisters being nice is just as weird to watch as it is for Pen to experience.

-"A lot of dust in here too" 🥺😅

-So they're shipping Kate & Anthony off to India?

-Oh, Pen, I too know those feelings of new husband off talking to others and ignoring you during the reception. It sucks.

-I love the shot of them dancing with no one else around.

-Anthony, do not ruin your mom's chance at happiness. I will be very cross with you if you do.

-The queen interrupting what should've been a Polin kiss 🤬

-I get that she's the queen, but this is shitty behavior.

-Eloise is proving to have learned to be a better friend, and I'm proud of her. That hug ❤️

-This is the season of Polin and on Polin's wedding night we have Benedict's threesome? Really? I don't mind the threesome, I applaud Benedict embracing his bi-ness, but couldn't they have done that in another episode?

-Great, Cressida is up to no good again.

Episode 8

-Colin, Colin, Colin. 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️

-Rae with the promotion to housekeeper. She deserves it.

-Yup, they're going with the blackmail plot. They kept that from the book, but didn't have Colin learn the truth of LW before the carriage make-out & proposal? I am definitely salty about some of the choices this season.

-Cressida, I get that you are at the end of your rope and are making poor life choices, but I really hoped that you'd grown as a person.

-The love I have for Lady Danbury is more than I can express.

-Also, that is a gorgeous chess set.

-Phillipa & Prudence's husbands. These poor guys.

-Francesca, I too long for the quiet.

-These threesome scenes seem almost as unnecessary as Colin's brothel scenes in part 1.

-Ok, Colin, your speech is beautiful, but you don't know how shitty Cressida's dad is. But also, that defense speech ❤️❤️❤️

-Peneloise is back and I love it.

-I am done with this fucking threesome. I am here for Polin content. They couldn't have waited for Benedict's season to do this???

-Lady Danbury & Violet ❤️❤️❤️

-And more of the threesome. I am beyond done with it.

-Oh, Polin the separate sleeping arrangements 😔

-THE LETTERS.

-Oh hey, they're not going to leave the solicitor as a dangling plot thread. Wondered if we'd get more from him.

-Francesca & Violet ❤️❤️❤️

-Violet & Lord Anderson. They are absolutely precious.

-The piano duet ❤️

-"The house is far too warm.". 😳🙄😳🙄

-THIS IS NOT BENEDICT'S SEASON. I'M SO FRUSTRATED. POLIN SHOULD HAVE GOTTEN MORE SCREENTIME.

-Ok, but I am so happy for more Benedict & Eloise on the swings. I've missed that this season.

-Pen's family does not deserve her.

-Oh, Pen, you have me in tears.

-Colin is so proud and in love 😍

-I really enjoy Finch.

-Well, with the blessing of Lady Danbury all is much better.

-"That was bloody brilliant." 🥹🥹🥹

-Violet dancing 🥹🥹🥹

-Did Francesca just fall for her husband's cousin???

-What was that??? 6 seconds of Polin smut? So much Benedict threesome and we get barely any Polin? Boo, I say. Boo.

-These babies are all giant.

Season 3 Part 1: Very Rewarchable

Season 3 Part 2: Oof.

[devastatinglygreen]

Butterfly Ball Baby Boom anon here! I saw a tweet this weekend where a number of fans have joined my cause that Pen didn’t know about her pregnancy so I, in my constant graciousness, will allow some speculation as to when Baby Baron Featherington was conceived. That graciousness is revoked however if the only reason to have them create the baby their first time is to introduce more angst… I am a smut/fluff girl in a Part 2 angst fandom world.

Anyway this is as take that I haven’t seen discussed anywhere else but I thought you might enjoy it! One of the members of the Regency Rake Gang, Lord Cho, gets married roughly the same time as Pen and Colin. He was in the scene where Colin mentions wanting sex to be more meaningful, but is not part of the group that Colin pushes away to get to cuckblocking disrupting Pen and Debling’s dance. I like to think that maybe Colin’s words got through to him, as he looks rather pleased with his fiancé. Colin “Sensitive Boy” Bridgerton dismantling toxic masculinity one fuckboy at a time.

a fair take!

(pls excuse typos, my cat is being so dramatic right now i'm about to rename him colin)

like is that why i think jess would infer it? no idea. but if they had truly decided it, there's no way they wouldn't use it for angst so it sort of feels like something they didn't think too seriously about.

but there's no way that man was ever going to pull out. if they were doing ovulation charts back in the 1800s, colin would be tracking the moon for penelope on a map somewhere in his efforts to knock her up.

and on the second half, you know what? i'll allow it. colin said, hey douche-lords, sex should probably mean something and lord cho took his fake ass stories and said you know what? that's right. and then went and found himself a pretty lady to delightfully compromise then marry.

colin bridgerton, truly a man of the times.

[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."

+

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.

+

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.