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marital duties

synopsis: king george x reader, loosely based on this ask,

the sun was burning against your back, the only cold solace being from the wet dirt that riddled your hands.

“you’ve got to be careful pulling that one out,” george— farmer george says to you. it’s a carrot, you’ve grown to recognize them by their leaves. “reach deeper into the ground. if you pull it from the leaves, they’ll rip.

you nod, digging your hands into the dirt, but not before you hear george inhale sharply. you turn, worried, finding his lips in a stern line and his brows furrowed.

“what is it?” you ask, interest peaked.

“you’re still not doing it right.”

you scoff, releiving your hands of the moist soil, and unceremoniously brushing them against your silk dress. it was far beoynd saving, sticky with sweat, stained with soil, the wonderful pastels now tainted with shades of brown.

“i’m reaching into the dirt.” you retaliate, flicking away the dirt from under your nails. 

it’s his turn to scoff. “barely. you didn’t even get your palms in there.”

wiping the last chunk of mud away from your hands, you turn to him with an unapproving glare. “fine then, i’ll dig deeper.”

you dive in, wrist deep—

“no, now you’ve gone past the root entirely.” he scolds, shuffling over to the carrot you’ve been spending far too much time trying to pick out. 

“let me show you,” georges hands envelop yours, his soft palms a sudden reminder of this very temporary escape. 

only an hour, that’s all the time you got in a day to pretend that this was your life; to pretend that he was nothing more than farmer george, and you were nothing more than his wife. 

“you have to say close to the stem,” he whispers, as if people are watching— as if this isn’t the only time in their entire lives where people weren’t watching. 

he gently curls your fingers so that the tips run down the slimy side of the vegetable, nearly reaching the bottom.

“now,” he’s impossibly close, his warm breath against your neck almost making you shudder. “pull!”

he fists your hands and tugs at the carrot with a comical amount of strength. so much so that it causes the two of you to fall over, hands enveloped in each other, grasping a muddy carrot.

“now do you understand?” he says through laughter, and you’re struggling to speak with how much you’re laughing with him. the backside of your dress is now caked in a layer of mulch and dirt. if it was able to be fixed a minute ago, it was far past salvageable now. 

“i think i understand.” you finally say through an onslaught of giggles, sitting up once his hands leave yours.

they’re quick to find you again, gently covering your bare shoulders, shielding you from the blazing heat for almost a moment.

you meet his loving eyes scanning your face, taking in every detail as if he’d forget it– as if he’d let his mind do that to him.

one of his hands runs along the side of your face, grasping your chin. “you’ve no idea how beautiful you are.”

you can’t help but roll your eyes. you don’t need a mirror to guess your current state: hair a mess, face riddled with streaks of mud, stuck to your face from how much you’ve been sweating.

“george–” you barely get to say his name before he’s kissing you, dirtied hands finding your place along your jaw. you share the sentiment, your own hands caked in soil are muddying his hair, pulling him closer to you. 

his hands find your waist, pulling you on top of him. they wander up to your chest, down to your hips, and settle on your thighs.

you pull away, gasping, lungs aching from the lack of air. georges breath are matching yours: strong, heavy, wanting.

you’re about to go in again when you hear feet shuffling on gravel only a few feet away.

“brimsley.” you grumble.

“reynolds.” he mutters. 

your right-hand men borh bow deeply. “your majesties,” brimsley says, standing up with perfect posture. 

“yes, yes, i know,” you stand up, brushing off the layer of dried soil on your knees, as if it does anything to help. george doesn’t bother with the stains, almost as if he knows that any attempts to clean his farmer trousers would be futile.

“hours up.” you say with a disappointing sigh, and almost scream at the way that brimsley nods curtley.

“says who?” george is grabbing your wrist, catching your attention and reeling it back to him. “i am the king, and you, my queen. there is no one who can tell us what to do.”

“george?” you barely manage to say, standing blankly, fighting the urge to drop your jaw. 

“all i’m saying is…” he begins to pull you towards your home, not-so discreetly eyeing your chest. “we have other marital duties to attend…do we not?”

“george!” it’s more like a scorn this time, your gaze quickly darting over to brimsley and reynolds who, as if they were statues, have barely moved since they appeared. unlike him, you’re not used to sharing your thoughts around people.

“come on!” he’s tugging you onto the gravel path, and all you can do is roll your eyes and hike up your dress while running off to perform your… “marital duties.”

King George lll HCS NSFW

warnings: SMUT! modern language used!

- TALKS YOU THROUGH IT. Not up for debate.

“c’mere pretty girl I’m just gonna- …fuck- slip it in…” George groans, bottoming out. You and him are currently in missionary. You’re clawing at his back from the pleasure. “George…mhpm- ” you whine, overwhelmed at the feeling. “Shh shh it’s okay… hold my hand love.. it’s okay you can take it” he cooes, grabbing your wrist that sits on his back and intertwines his larger hand with yours on the mattress. Slow thrusts and he places a peck on your lips.

- I think he’s a switch. Specifically a dom most of the time but there’s definitely times maybe he’s coming out of an episode and just wants to feel good and let you be in control. Sitting behind him and jerking him off while praising him.

- EXHIBITIONIST. will fuck you anywhere and in-front of anyone.

“George the guards are right there!” you whisper yell, face red from embarrassment. George was behind you kissing your next trying to lift your dress. “So? Let them watch” he says, undoing his pants.

- highkey has a breeding kink

“you want my babies? want Georgie to put a baby in you? Yeah?” He says, thrusts getting slopper.

- his favorite position is missionary/cowgirl. Any position when he can see your face tbh.

- a munch

“Georgie- sensitive.. n- no more…” you cry, pushing at his head, currently between your legs. Sucking on your puffy clit and swirling his tongue he comes up with a loud slurping sound. “you can take it Angel.. just a few more times” he says, going back down to your clit, reattaching his lips to your overstimulated bud. You whine and thrash at the overwhelming feeling, pushing his head again. He hooks his arms under your thighs and pulls you down, his tongue hitting deeper. This was going to be a long night.

- fingers you in the carriage otw to a ball.

Connie as your boyfriend nsfw hcs !

Connie springer x fem!reader

warnings: smut! lowkey toxic

- He loves calling you mamas, baby, princess

- this man’s love language is physical touch. He is SO handsy. You’re a passenger princess? His hand needs to be on your thigh. Your walking next to him? His hand needs to be on your ass, until you scold him and move his hand to your upper back, then he moves it right back down to your ass LMAOO

Following that up with he loves to piss you off. He loves your attitude and everytime y’all “break up” you come back because he’s truly the only one who can handle you.

you’re currently in the passenger side, Connie driving. Your turned towards the window not even looking his way. He notices this, “what’s wrong, mamas? Hm?” He says in a raspy tone. You roll your eyes, scoffing. He smirks before shaking his head. He puts his hand on your thigh, “you’ve had an attitude all day, you want some dick? Is that why you’ve been so mean?” He says, shit eating grin on his face. “con stfu” you say irritated.

Well after him pulling into an empty parkinglot and rearranging your guts, turns out it was what you needed.

He’s SO possessive. You posted a boomerang with a guy in the back, which didn’t go unnoticed by connie. 20 minutes later, you check your phone.

(20) missed calls from Stink stink 💓

stink stink 💓: u think ur funny??

stink stink 💓: yo where tf r u

stink stink 💓: acting like I won’t pull up 🤣

stink stink 💓: Ight bet

stink stink 💓: watch.

Before you can call him back you look up and it’s him. Connie’s ready to fight your COUSIN. He makes it up to you afterwards.

“ ‘m sorry princess” he says, you’re currently on your back with him between your legs. He sucks on your bud and pushes his face down. “con..” you moan out. He picks up his pace before spitting down on your core before bringing his face back down, he brings his two fingers to your entrance before thrusting them inside. Bud inside his mouth, you whine. “you gonna cum on my face? Yeah?”

loves doggy and missionary.

sucks on your tits any chance he gets.

connie is currently laying on your chest in bed, watching a movie. You’re rubbing his back. All of a sudden he pulls your tank top down and just latches his mouth onto your nipple, still watching the movie. You gasp at the sudden warm feeling, “con w-what are you doing” you manage to get out. “Nothing, just watch the movie” he says, bringing your boob back into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around.

you absolutely cannot wear a tube top around him because any chance he gets to pull it down, he’s going to.

“c’mere mamas” he says with a smirk, you’ve been avoiding him since you got dressed. “Con no, we gotta leave soon you’re not getting them” you say, shocked you have to say this to a grown man. He immediately has an attitude. When y’all get to the party he’s pissed still 😭 acting grouchy until you pull him to the side and whisper “meet me in the bathroom”. Needless to say when y’all come out he’s back to his cheerful self.

THIS MAN IS SO CLINGYYYY. He’s always following you around like a puppy. If you say you’re going to shower he’s showering too. Taking a nap? He is too. He’s up your ass 24/7.

as much as you boss him around, he’s in charge. It takes a lot to piss him off but when you do, you know you’re in trouble. When he gives you that look you know to get your act together QUICK.

“ ‘m sorry con- I’m sorry.” You cry out. You were currently bent over his lap. He lets out an airy laugh, “nah, you’re not. But you will be” he says in a low tone before slapping your ass again. Tears roll down your cheeks. Another jolt to your bottom has you whining and rambling “I’m sorrys” and “I won’t do it again”. He does this until you’re a mess, then he eats you out in the end, he can’t leave his baby with nothing, as much as you deserve a full punishment.

He’s so messy when it comes to making out!! Tongue down your throat, spit everywhere, rubbing your ass. A true gentleman!!

stink stink 💓: wyd?

Out with the girls rn :you

stink stink 💓: I wanna eat you out, send loc im finna pick you up.

Y’all fight a lot, you accuse him of cheating and he’s like ?????

“mamas I literally worship the ground you walk on” he says, rubbing his temples. You laugh at this,“If that was true you’d stop talking to Mikasa” you say, hands on your hips. “Ight then you stop talking to eren” he says, this goes on for hours. Y’all go to bed angry until you’re rubbing up on him at 3AM. Lorddd

Carriage Rides

Pairings- King George iii x reader

Summary - no plot just smut

Warnings- unprotected sex in a carriage. (18+)

“Your majesty” Reynolds' voice outside the carriage door brought you both back to reality. Just outside those doors were your subjects , waiting patiently for their king and queen.

“Do not open that door Reynolds” George ordered, his hips continuing to thrust up against yours. Your own hips rolling against his, chasing your end.

“Is everything alright your majesty?” Reynolds' voice interrupts you once again, George’s hands grip tightly around the bunched up material of your dress.

His brows furrowed together in anger, he was so close. If people stop interrupting the two of you, you would be finished. On the way to the meeting but apparently no one had patience these days.

“Splendid Reynolds, now you keep that door closed or so help me I will have you beheaded” George quips, his attention moves back to yours.

His hand grips your jaw and pulls you down to his lips. Your hips begin their movement once more, your dress was in the way. Stopping you both from being as close to one another as possible, you hated it.

“Oh! George” you cried into his mouth, the corner of his lips turning up into a grin. He loved the sounds you made, he loved the way your voice would get raspier with each thrust of the hip.

“That’s it sweet y/n… doing so good” he whispered, you could feel the carriage move from under you. Your bodies causing the carriage to sway slightly, the sounds of the footmen chatting outside brought you out of your haze once more.

“Hey hey… don’t mind them y/n… look at me, feel me”

You nodded your head, placing your hands on his shoulder. His own hands groped at your breast, he so desperately wanted them out of the stupid dress you had been put into, but there wasn’t enough time to get you both undressed.

“Get off” he orders, moving you away from him. It’s not easy to move around the small space of the carriage but he is able to push your body against the window, your knees pressed against the cushion of the seat.

His body meets yours once again and he pushes inside of you, you bite down on the red curtain.

“You needn’t hide those sweet sounds my Queen… let them hear”.

You do as he says and let the material fall from your mouth, instead gripping it with your hands as his hips meet yours.

Moans and groans fill the carriage, traveling outside to where Reynolds and Brimsley stand guard at the door. Their eyes meet for a moment and they share a knowing look, they begin to order the crowd to move along. Telling them their king and queen will be a few moments longer.

“Oh George!”

“your doing such a good job my love”

Your walls begin to flutter around him, squeezing him deeper and deeper in. Your toes curl within the diamond encrusted shoes that hold your feet captive.

“Do not stop” you chant, you're so close to your release. You want nothing more than to cum around him.

“I’m going to bury my seed so deep into you… we are going to have many babies my love”

“Christ!”

Suddenly it happens, your release. White hot, blinding pleasure overwhelms your senses, your vision begins to blur and a moan escapes you. You tremble against the seat of the carriage, mind blank and fuzzy.

“That’s it my love… milk me dry”

Just as your pleasure begins to fade you feel his seed shoot deep inside of you a new warmth within you. George’s hips stutter against your bottom, a soft groan escapes his lips.

“We must make haste” you state, his cock falls out of you. Fixing your multi layer dress until you looked what you deemed perfect.. “Do I-”

“You look beautiful my love”.