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leviathanspain · 1 year

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king george iii x reader

synopsis: one of the doctors orders was to abstain from sexual activity, but when did you ever take orders?

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“there he is.” brimsley pointed down to the king, knee deep in the soil, a farming tool in his hands. his shirt was gone, and rightfully so, the sun was scorching today. you maintained composure in front of brimsley but thoughts about your husband, and his body, ran through your mind.

“brimsley..” you didn’t take your eyes off the sight, “do you know if the king has an appointment to see his doctor, today?” you struggled to form the words, especially when you were looking at the breathtaking sight.

the window latch was loose and you pushed it open, opting to remain and stare at your husband until brimsley came back with the news.

“no, your majesty, but i shall find out.” he walked away to the door, most likely to send a servant out to find out, as he hardly left your side, but you remained glued.

george’s chest was falling heavy as he worked in his farm. he was so focused that he didn’t even bother to wipe his brow.

“your majesty, the queen.” reynolds announced you, an unreadable expression on his face as he stared at brimsley.

george didn’t turn around, almost as if had hardly heard the butler. you cleared your throat, and still, no answer.

“george!” you practically stomped the ground to get his attention and finally, he turned around, a pleasant smile on his face.

you rolled your eyes, “stop pretending as if you didn’t hear me.” you stepped closer, watching out for the giant piles of soil around you, “come inside, it’s getting late.” you held a hand out to him but he didn’t take it. instead he brushed past you and stared up at the sky, “it’s nighttime already?” he wiped his hands on his trousers, “reynolds, i think i’ll take my dinner in the observatory.” the butler nodded and began to walk away and you huffed, “no, darling, i was hoping you’d take dinner elsewhere.”

george raised his eyebrows, “where?”

you shrugged, “with me? at the dinner table? like husband and wife?” you clasped your own hands together as you looked at him expectantly.

george stared for a moment until he opened his mouth to answer, “i don’t think so, darling. the stars look rather interesting tonight.” he didn’t say much as he followed reynolds to the observatory, leaving you with your butler, in the dust.

brimsley held a hand out to you, “your majesty.” he motioned to the holes in the ground and you nodded, handing him your hand.

you threw your hands up in exasperation. george was off in the observatory, watching the stars, while you laid in bed, your mind consumed completely of him.

the ache you had to feel him was impossible to ignore. all you wanted was him, especially watching him work outside, had left you hot and bothered.

you opened your doors and the guards stared at you, “your majesty,” they bowed, “shouldn’t you retire to bed now?” they sounded scared, as if they had said something they shouldn’t have, but you were too fired up to even bother to notice, “take me to my husband. now.” you demanded, and they moved with efficiency that you had never seen before.

the doors burst open and george’s attention shifted completely to you, standing there, ravishingly so. his lip drew back into a smile, and he greeted you, “darling!”

you turned back and looked at the guards, “leave us.” you looked at reynolds, who had taken up residence as a fixture in the back corner, “you as well.”

reynolds looked at george who nodded, and you waited in silence as they all left.

finally, you turned to george, grabbing one of his arms, “georgie..” you whispered, but george already knew what you wanted by the mere tone of your voice, “the doctor said-“

“i know what the doctor said.” you responded sternly, “i just- i cant. i need you, now.” you whispered again, your breathe hot as you leaned against him.

george smirked slightly, “i cant darling.” you huffed with annoyance and began to walk away, but george grabbed your arm, holding you back. your back hit his chest as he held you, his arm wrapping itself around your shoulders, “but you know what i can do..” his free hand moved to the front of your robe, peeling it back as he felt the thin fabric of the nightgown.

he bit back a groan, imagining the feeling of you around him, and instead drove his hand to your thighs, his hands gripping the supple skin of your legs, before his hand dove completely to your cunt.

you gripped the hand around your shoulders with surprise, his other hand found your clit, and began to furiously rub it. you moaned slightly, and george whipped you around, letting you lean against the wall as he suddenly found himself on his knees.

he looked up at you, with his hand deep in your cunt, his fingers inside of you, he winked. you grabbed at his hair, “oh-“ you moaned, as he moved in at out of you with a furious pace.

“georgie-“ you cried, “oh fuck,” you shuddered, the undoing was washing over you, your hands gripped onto the fabric of your nightgown.

“give up?” george noticed how slumped you seemed but you shook your head, “more- i want more-“ you moaned, eyes half lidded.

george laughed, “anything you want.” his hands already hiking up your nightgown, the fabric sat on top of your hips.

george didn’t hesitate as he buried his face in your cunt. your whimpers echoed into the large observatory, his name being a constant as he continued to fuck you with his mouth.

george looked up at you, watching your face as you came, your expression ranging from a near cry to a smile of satisfaction.

your legs felt wobbly, your cunt was dripping with your arousal, but george merely kissing the skin of your legs and stomach, before pulling the nightgown down. he stood up and you fell into his arms slightly, “god-“ you panted, “oh my god.” you were in the limbo of pure pleasure, and george kissed your forehead, “go to bed now.”

you wanted to protest, but the heaviness of your eyelids was hard to ignore, and so you kissed him, george biting your lip gently, “i exercised enough of my self control today.” he quipped. you tipped your head back for a small laugh, “next time i catch you in those farmer george trousers..” you trailed off, fingering at his collar.

george nibbled on your lip again and called the guards, “leave now before i keep you here all night.” he gripped the plush of your ass and you hissed, “as if i wouldn’t like that?”

brimsley cleared his throat and you quieted, “goodnight.” you bid him a smile and left, brimsley a close foot behind.

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mutliwankenobi · 11 months

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there is literally nothing sluttier than a man in a white linen shirt with the top two buttons undone

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annika-shurafa-interiors · 11 months

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panic-like-the-disaster-you-are · 1 year

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Oh my god.

They're breaking my heart with some of these parallels 🥹

#queen charlotte #bridgerton #lady danbury #brimsley #farmer george #just george #violet bridgerton #Queen Charlotte spoilers #a bridgerton story #qcabs #qc:abs

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tessxblxckthorn · 1 year

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episode 1x06 “The Crown Jewels“

QUEEN CHARLOTTE: A BRIDGERTON STORY dir. by Anna O‘Malley (2023-)

#netflix #recommandations #my gifs #bridgerton #queen charlotte #brimsely #reynolds #brimsely and reynolds #king george #queen charlotte and king george #charlotte and george #just george #farmer george

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venusleontios55555 · 11 months

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King George: Hey, Reynolds! *opens the bedroom door*what do you think of Pomeranians as a gift to Charlot -

Reynolds, lying flustered on the bed, ruffled hair:...Yes your majesty ?

King George:

King George: Is Brimsley under the bed?

Brimsley, muffled: No your majesty

King George:

King George: *takes a deep breath*

King George: I need to learn how to knock at this point.

#he is so tired of them #but still a number one shipper #brimsley x reynolds #bridgerton #bridgerton netflix #queen charlotte #reynolds #king george iii #king george bridgerton #king george #brimsley #incorrect quote #incorrect bridgerton quotes #venus #adorable #just george #farmer george

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sara25rose · 1 year

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More outtakes & photos from the Emmy Magazine article about “Queen Charlotte” with India Amarteifio and Corey Mylchreest

#bridgerton #india amarteifio #corey mylchreest #queen charlotte #king george #charlotte x george #farmer george #Venus #king george iii #farmer george x Venus #netflix #queen charlotte a bridgerton story

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blueyellow8green · 1 year

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OKAY LISTEN imagine a scene where Queen Charlotte rings the bell to send for Reynolds and Brimsley. Nothing too serious they just need something or other. And in come Reynolds and Brimsley rushing in flustered, absolutely red cheeks, hair a mess, and WEARING EACH OTHERS JACKETS. Brimsley in the long blue coat that has Reynolds doing "farmer George eyes" at him and Reynolds in that small red coat looking absolutely comical. The way Charlotte would Smirk and tell them to go fetch them some wine food or whatever and too clean themselves up. Because let's be honest Charlotte and George are definitely aware of what their most trusted advisors get up to.

#brimsley x reynolds #btw guys i know its all far fetched its a fantasy it doesnt have to be historically accurate homophobic.#bridgerton #bridgerton queen charlotte #brimsley #reynolds #queen charlotte #king george #farmer george #bridgerton fanfic

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westidia · 1 year

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