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Dear GOD, the horribleness is coming.

Fucking Hugo.

But we'll deal with him later...

The flirting and the lil game at the beginning of this chapter. The banter between them is my whole life.

The little playful parts, I'm just, it is so 😭😭😭

And how Reader just GOES for it, good for you girl

And then they're talking about that piece of shi, and I'm like YES, like COUSINS 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Except I admit I could've handled a little more jealous!king

But I know he gets plenty even with Hugo later SOPE

I totally forgot about how he suggests vising cause that's how LITTLE he wants to be apart from her.

I just

This man is so in love with this girl and it's my whole heart.

I'm so sad I'm already halfway through this series because I'm telling you I still wish desperately for a sequel of them just being out and proud and happy together.

I might hold off on the next chapter cause I'm just gonna wanna read and read and read from there on.

But this series is over and it STILL has me in a chokehold.

I still remember waiting with baited breath for each new chapter.

You're writing is so gooooood, Fen. I'm SO glad I'm gonna be just going through your WHOLE catalogue

It will ease the mourning over the loss of MY King.

Blue Blood and Rain [6]

King John X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You're the personal attendant to The Dowager Countess of Bowhale, who was visiting the court with her son.

You serve the King in more ways than one.

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Warnings: Kissing, oral sex (m!receiving), thigh riding, pet names, reader is a virgin (but knows what sex is), overuse of italics, power dynamics because he's the king, pet names, I have totally made up servant/noble dynamics because I wanted to, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2037

You place the tray down on the King’s desk, careful not to cover any of the important looking documents he has spread out across the wood.

He doesn’t look up, still writing hurriedly with his quill. But as you go to pour some of the wine into the goblet he reaches out and takes a gentle but firm hold on your wrist.

He still stays focused on his work, but you can see the obvious smile on his lips.

“Your Highness?” You say, forcing your voice to sound overly polite, as if you had no other connection to him.

His smile widens briefly. “Yes?”

“I cannot serve your drink if you’re holding my arm.”

“You would refuse your King his want to touch you?” His voice is coloured with amusement.

“I would.”

He chuckles, finally turning in his chair to face you and pulling you a little closer. He spreads his legs so that you can stand between them and brings your wrist to his face so that he can kiss your palm.

“I am distressed, no, horrified with that answer.” He beams and you giggle. “How could you refuse your King?”

“Quite easily.” You tease back.

“Quite easily.” He mouths, all mock outrage. “Well then, I better return to my work, and nothing more.”

He pretends to look back at his desk, but places both of his warm hands on your waist and lightly guides you into straddling on his left leg.

You let out a small sound as you sit and grab onto his shirt to stop yourself from overbalancing.

He gives you a quick glance, wrapping one arm around you so that you’re stable. “Are you alright, my love?” He breathes, soft and sweet.

When you nod he smiles and kisses your cheek quickly. “Good.” Before he pretends to focus on his work. He doesn’t move his arm away from you, however.

It’s soothing being so close to him, feeling his warmth surround you like the softest blankets. His shirt is half way undone, more open than closed, and you can’t help but admire the view of his chest while you fight the urge to shove your hands under the cotton and run your fingers all over him.

Not that he would mind if you did, but how he’s playfully pretending to ignore you is making your breathing quicken and you don’t want to be the one who breaks first.

Instead, you focus on glazing upon him, following the loops of his curls with your eyes and the plump fullness of his lips.

He clears his throat quietly and squeezes your hip forcing you to grind forward an inch on the thick muscle of his thigh.

You gasp softly, grabbing hold of him again as your core drags along his leg. Pleasure sparks in your stomach and settles in your chest, but the King doesn’t even look up. Pretending as if he heard nothing.

He waits a few seconds before he pushes you back, a little further this time.

The air catches in your throat and your thighs tense as you intuitively arch to rub your clit against him.

You lick your lips. “Your Highn-”

He groans softly and pulls you closer, then back, urging you to rock and grind. “That’s it, that’s it.” He whispers, his eyelashes fluttering as he stares at the documents without seeing, his quill long abandoned.

You swallow, heat rising to your skin as you move with him, starting to deepen the movement so you can drag across the heavy material of his trousers just right.

Suddenly, he kisses you. Warm and messy as he licks into your mouth and growls, one hand coming up to stroke your cheek and hold you close.

You whine against him, rocking faster, wetness soaking between your legs as you truly start to chase your pleasure.

“Yes, yes,” He groans, his voice thick and muffled by your lips. “God, keep moving,” he takes his hand from your waist and holds your other cheek, keeping your face in place so that he can watch your expression intently.

His breathing increases, his quickly hardening cock twitching in the confines of his trousers.

Your muscles shake as the pressure between your legs starts to twist and twist and steadily grow. You whine, your fingers clutching at his shirt as your movements become frenzied.

“Fuck, please,” he swallows, breathing hard, his eyes lidded. He squeezes your cheeks. “I want to watch you fall apart. I need it.”

“I…” You moan loudly, unable to tear your eyes away from the desperate look on his face.

The pleasure builds and builds to a dizzyingly level, overwhelming every part of you completely.

You sob out his name as you come, the sensation washing over you and pulling you out to sea. You shake, your eyes fluttering closed.

The King groans, his cock leaking. He quickly takes his hands from your face to hold you close and kiss your forehead. “Thank you,” he mutters.

You breathe deeply, safe in his arms. “I think I should be thanking you?”

He chuckles and kisses you again. “You do so well for me, my love. You are far too accommodating to my wishes.”

You smile. “Your wishes aren’t the kind I would want to be unaccommodating for.”

He puffs his chest out a little at your praise, wonderful content despite the throb between his legs.

“But, I think you have not upheld your end of the bargain.” You say sincerely and he freezes for a moment, his mind racing.

“My love?” He leans back so that he can look into your eyes. “I…?”

You smile at him a little bashfully and stroke his beard. “Last time… you agreed you’d show me how to… please you with my mouth?”

He presses his forehead against yours and snorts, “Must you be so dramatic?”

“Must you?” You grin and he kisses you gently.

“I do not know what I did to deserve your affection.” He smiles, his chest light. “You do not have to.”

“I want to.”

He thinks for a moment, stroking your arm absentmindedly. “Alright.”

He helps you to your feet, groaning at the wet patch you’ve left on his leg and hushing you when you start to apologise.

You start to sink down onto your knees but he quickly stops you and grabs a large, soft cushion from the side before putting it on the floor. He kisses your forehead, “Alright,” he repeats, and this time lets you kneel before him.

Lightly, he traces the outline of your jaw, his stomach trembling with anticipation. He undoes his trousers quickly, pulling his aching cock free.

“So,” he swallows, a strange mix of excitement and shyness settling into his nerves. The intensity of your gaze, the sweetness, how trusting you are of him makes him lightheaded. “If you lick,” he holds himself in one hand while he traces a line from base to tip with the forefinger of his other hand.

You dive forward, eagerly following the path, wanting to bring him even a fraction of the pleasure that he’s brought you.

He groans loudly, his eyes closing as he savers the warmth of your tongue. “That’s very good. And, here, oh!” He throws his head back, moaning wantonly as you flick the tip of your tongue over the head of his cock, echoing an action he had performed against your clit the previous day.

You bite your lip and look up at him. “Is that okay?” You tease softly.

He nods, breathing hard through his nose. “More than,” he swallows, trying to get a better hold of himself. “If you… open?”

You part your lips.

“And just suck as much as you can-” He hisses as you follow his instructions, eagerly swallowing him deeper. “Very good. Now just,” he lightly touches your jaw guiding you up and down shallowly.

He’s too big for you to fit all of his length inside. You could take more, he’s hardly slipped more than a few inches past your lips, but you follow his direction to the letter. Letting him guide you as you slowly bob your head.

You suck gently, listening to his sighs and the hitches in his breath. It sends little shocks of excitement along your nerves, having him here fighting back the urge to buck and thrust under you.

He groans loudly, dizzy and so desperately close to the edge already. His balls tighten, his muscles twitch, “My love,” his fingers flex against your cheek, urging you back, and for a second you almost follow this direction without thinking. “I’m going to,” he bites his lip, “you do not have to-” His own loud moan cuts off the rest of his sentence as you sink lower, swallowing around the thick heat of him and he can’t fight it a second longer.

He spurts into your mouth, salty and hot as he whines. Pleasure robbing him of his strength as he comes and comes.

You swallow eagerly, wanting to keep part of him with you. It’s only when he sighs weakly that you pull back.

He looks down at you with lidded, love sick eyes. “Here.” His voice is weak and hoarse, but his strong arms help you back into his lap, on both legs this time.

He nuzzles his face into your neck and breaths hard, shivering with aftershocks. “You are too good to me.” He whispers.

“Was that, did it feel good for you?” You ask a little hesitantly.

He gives you a look and chuckles, “Very good.”

You nod. “I would like to try again… to improve.”

He laughs a little harder, his chest shaking. “You will be my undoing for certain.” He kisses you, groaning as he tastes his spend on your tongue. “You didn’t need to swallow.”

“I…” You pause, embarrassment flaring. “I wanted to…”

His eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back, a deep sigh echoing from his throat. “God, you make me want to take you here and now.” He presses close again, hugging you tight. “Just give me a moment.”

You giggle and he smiles. Carefully, so as not to pull, you stroke his hair and he hums contentedly.

“Where will you be tonight?” He asks softly.

This evening is the date for the ball.

“I think I am to help-”

He waves his hand, “Come and find me in the hall. I’ll make sure I’m seen, an hour or so of trivialities. Then just catch my eye, and come back to my chambers. I would much prefer to spend the time with you… if you would want that?”

You nod. “I want that.”

He hugs you a little tighter. “Good.”

“I may have to console Hugo slightly.” The Knig quirks an eyebrow up at you, a smile on his lips. “Oh?”

“The Countess is trying to arrange a marriage between him and Lady Embersham.” You explain.

He chuckles. “That is a fine match, but I sense he is not so happy?”

“He has apprehensions that he does not know her, hopefully, they will talk a little at the ball, and Hugo’s mind will be put at rest.”

“You are a good friend to him.” His words catch you off guard a little.

“Thank you, I… I have been serving the Countess since I was a child, the Earl and I grew up almost like cousins.”

The King nods. “I was thinking, the Countess and Earl will be returning home at the end of the month,” he speaks slowly, carefully.

You swallow and try to hide how your body tenses at the thought. Home. Far, far away from the castle. From him.

“I haven’t visited Bowhale for years.” He gives you a smile, “which seems impolite, does it not? Surely it is time I go for a royal visit. I might as well travel with you all there?”

You try to bite back the happiness that wants to explode from your chest. “You would?”

He nods. “I want it, I want it very much.”

You smile and nod, kissing him deeply as you wrap your arms around his shoulders. He chuckles, kissing you back and then pressing his lips to your cheeks, your nose and chin and neck.

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xthexsanctuaryx · 6 hours ago

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how DARE you adiann!?! not my shiv. not my baby who deserved so much better. to be loved and protected at all costs. how Dare

🥺👉🏻👈🏻

just wanted to be a good dad at the end of the day...

being doomed by the narrative is cool and all but i like when a character is doomed just by being a fucking idiot. sorry that happened to you but it is entirely your own fault and you could have just chosen to not do all that

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xthexsanctuaryx · 12 hours ago

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I simply cannot live with This Man doing THAT.

😩😩😩

Let it be known that I have so much disdain for Hugo that I literally rushed through his WHINING to get to the love of my life, King John.

Honestly, it's so obvious Hugo is in love with Reader. But like fuck off dude. No one even likes you.

HOWEVER, Reader and me, are in love with the KING.

And within point 2 seconds of him appearing it is PAINFULLY clear that King is STUPIDLY in love with Reader.

Like, GOODness.

So soft and I just-- this man is literally ready and willing to give MC whatever she wants. Like damn he'd really just burn down the patriarchy just to see her smile, huh?

Uuuugggghhhh

I love this man, he is too good.

The way he's just in the heat of the moment -- that tried to autocorrect to HEART of the moment, and you know what? That fits too. ANYWAYS!

In the heat of the moment, he's ready to give her anything and everything, like he really just wants to give her the entire world. That's all he can think about.

And for that matter, in said heat of said moment, he has NO business being as soft as he is, okay? I am only one woman.

It's in this chapter that when he says, "your King." It starts to become less, "I'm the King and your one of my subjects and beneath me" and more, "I'm YOUR King. I belong to YOU and YOU ALONE."

Can you tell this is one of my favorite fics ever???

You are the ruler of the King John fanfiction world, Fen. You win. You own his ass.

👏🏻💕👏🏻💕👏🏻

Blue Blood and Rain [5]

King John X F!Reader • Rating: 18+ pals • Masterlist• ao3• want to be tagged? | request info • buy me a coffee? •

Summary: You're the personal attendant to The Dowager Countess of Bowhale, who was visiting the court with her son.

You're invited to the King's bed chambers again.

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A/N: I'll gesture vaguely.

Warnings: Kissing, oral sex (f!receiving), thigh fucking, pet names, reader is a virgin (but knows what sex is, overuse of italics, power dynamics because he's the king, pet names, I have totally made up servant/noble dynamics because I wanted to, not beta read, please let me know if I've missed a warning.

Word Count: 2353

“Honestly,” Hugo sighs and looks at you with his large eyes. “I am exhausted by all of it.” His shoulders are slumped as he leans against the wall, watching you as you organise his mother’s jewellery. Her Ladyship had asked you to lay out her things as she preferred, which was always a little bit of a guessing game, but you didn’t mind.

You can tell Hugo wants you to press further, eager for your willing ear.

“It must be difficult, but I know Lord Embersham’s daughter is very lovely.”

“Ugh,” he pokes out his bottom lip in a scowl. “Did my mother tell you to say that?”

You laugh, “Of course not.”

“You sound just like her.”

“I am taking that as a compliment, Hugo.” You smile and he grins.

“I know she is desperate to arrange a marriage for me, every conversation she has with me recently boils down to heirs and the continuation of the family line.”

You give him a sympathetic smile.

“I just don’t know Lady Bella Embersham,” he sighs again, crossing his arms. “I agree that she is fair, but surely I need to speak more than three words to her first.”

“Maybe you could talk to her at the ball?”

Hugo shrugs. “Perhaps…”

“Are you sulking now that you’ll have to stay vaguely presentable for a few hours instead of trying to drink your cousins under the table?” You tease, trying to lighten his mood.

He laughs, grinning. “Maybe a little.”

“Well, maybe goad them into trying to see who can hold off the wine for the longest? A test of iron wills? And then you can speak to Lady Embersham and see if you two are suited.”

He nods, “You always know the best things to say, you know that?”

You shake your head. “I’m just trying to save you from the misery of not knowing, your mother will not let up until you’ve spoken to her.”

“She probably won’t even if I have.”

You smile. “Maybe, but she might at least suggest other choices. She has your happiness at heart, if you truly do not gel well with Lord Embersham’s daughter, she will not force a marriage upon you. Even if she is eager for heirs.”

Hugo nods. “A good plan…” He steps a little closer as you finish placing the jewellery. “And what about you? How have you been finding our stay at the castle.”

You swallow, doing your very best to compose yourself. “Oh, it’s very grand, it has been interesting.”

Hugo chuckles. “I’m sorry you’ve been so caught up in the serving quarters, it must be dull.”

“Oh, no.” You shake your head, warmth burning along your skin. All you can see in your mind’s eye is the King on his knees before you under the tree. “It’s been… eye-opening certainly.”

“May I see you completely bare?” He asks softly with the smallest smile on his face. There’s a hint of cheekiness there, a tease. But you’re very sure he would respect, and honour, a ‘no’ if it fell from your lips.

“Only if I can see you as well.” Your voice comes out a lot more certain than you are, but the King’s instant grin sets your nerves at ease and causes warmth to pool in your belly.

“Of course you can.” He kisses you happily, pulling you flush against him.

One of his personal servants had come to find you in the late afternoon and had asked you to take a book to the King’s private rooms. And while the servant hadn’t mentioned anything that could have even been considered as knowing what you were really being sent for, he did give you a small bow before he departed. Something you were more than unused to.

The King leads you to his bed, not that you truly notice until he finally pulls his lips from yours to kiss your neck.

You help him to undress yourself, and while you thought his movements would be rushed and frantic with him staring at every inch of skin that was exposed; instead it is slow. Soft. He presses his lips to each part of you that’s unclothed, light and tender, his eyes barely parted as if he was more besotted in the feel of you than the sight.

His hands are warm against you, his touch like the finest silk as he glides along your neck and traces over your collarbones. Slowly he drags the tips of his fingers lower, caressing the space between your breasts and down your stomach. He stops just shy of your belly button, moving upwards again to delicately cup your right breast.

He squeezes softly, feeling the weight of it, his eyes glazed and lust blown. “Tell me to stop when you want me to.” He whispers, his voice thick.

The King nips at your neck before he runs his lips down your chest, kissing tenderly at the side of your left breast, he nuzzles against you, pressing his face as close to your body as he can. His beard tickles slightly, but the sensation isn’t unwelcome.

Without thinking you thread your fingers through his thick curls as far as you can without pulling, consciously urging him nearer to your front.

He groans deeply, moving under your guidance and wraps his warm lips around your nipple.

You gasp, arching your chest, about to tell him how wonderful it feels when he starts to lightly suck and you moan in surprise. Your fingers tighten in his hair as he hums and sucks rhythmically, flicking you with the tip of his tongue until your nipple pebbles. He pinches gently at your other breast, mirroring the movement of his mouth.

You writhe under the gentle onslaught, part of you is sure that if he was moving harder, faster, you could almost cope with it. That the feeling would feel so strong that it would be oppressive, something you could fight against.

But this, this is so gentle and thorough, pulling you apart piece by piece as you can do nothing but feel every tiny action, every gentle lick and suck and pinch that makes fire burn in your belly and wetness coat your thighs.

“Your Highness,” You gasp, your voice weak, strained.

He groans and pushes you back to sit on the edge of the bed before he settles on his knees between your thighs.

He shakes off his jacket, leaving just his shirt underneath. Salvia shines on his chin and lips as he gazes up at you before he kisses your knee. He trails his lips higher, tracing imaginary patterns on your inner thigh.

“You’re so beautiful.” He mutters, gazing up at you through his long lashes.

Part of you wants to shy away from the praise, hide from his sweet words that seem to scorch the very heart of you. And it’s like he can sense it.

“None of that,” he soothes, kissing your thigh softly and resting his cheek on your right leg. He taps your left lightly, “Keep them open for me?” His voice is low, strong, command laced in with the question.

You nod as he looks at your face, his gaze piercing and blinding until he finally drifts his eyes downwards.

“So pretty.” He mutters again, and this time you’re sure he’s mainly talking to himself.

He lightly traces the outside of your folds with his forefinger, smiling softly as you gasp and jump under his touch.

“So sensitive.” He inches higher and presses his thumb against your clit.

You grab hold of the bedding, your muscles taunt as you fight the urge to buck your hips and squeeze your legs shut.

“And wet.” He hums, running his fingers down through your folds, smearing your slick. “I bet you’re just aching, aren’t you?”

Heat burns along your skin as his eyes flick up to look at your face once more. You bite your lip and nod hesitantly and he grins wolfishly.

“Then more shame on me for being an imperfect host, and making you wait.” He whispers before he moves forward in a flash and sinks his tongue inside of you.

You gasp, your legs instinctively trying to snap shut around his head, but he presses his hands to your thighs to keep you spread.

He licks up, swirling and teasing your clit before sucking it into his mouth and you moan loudly.

“Your Highness, please,” your words catch in your throat as pleasure drums along your veins, that built up throbbing ache exploding into a searing lust that leaves you blinded.

He moans against you, sucking a licking before pushing you back, your shoulders hitting the mattress as he places more of his weight on top of you. Spreading you wider so he can drink deeper from your sex.

You fall onto the bed, pinned by his strong arms and sob as he continues his onslaught, pushed higher and higher and higher with every swipe of his tongue.

His beard scratches against your thighs, burning deliciously as he feasts. Your back aches, toes curling and you can’t stop yourself, can’t hold back for a second longer.

You manage to whine his name in warning, but all that answers you is a deep groan of satisfaction that hurtles you over the edge.

You come hard against his mouth, sobbing out your release as you soak his beard. Your limbs tense and then turn inexplicably to jelly, hardly able to support your own weight. You slump back down onto the bed, suddenly very grateful that you’re lying down.

“Fuck.” The King growls as he stands, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand to smear more of your come into his beard.

He pulls his shirt off hastily, then his trousers, his cock bobbing free, eager and wanting.

You gaze up at him, in awe of the sight. How the light catches and dances across his skin and the deep fire that burns behind his eyes.

He carefully urges you further onto the bed, climbing in beside you. “Do not worry, my love.” He murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. “I’m not going to split you open.” He kisses your shoulder, helping to move you onto your side while he spoons you from behind. “Not that I wouldn’t relish the opportunity.” Lightly he bites at the nape of your neck and giggles when you flinch and wriggle.

You buck back against him, pressing against his heavy cock with your backside.

The groan he lets out is sinful, worthy of a year's amount of confessions alone.

He kisses your neck, sucking at your pulse point to make you moan. The sound filtering into his mind and making him lightheaded.

He cuddles you close while he spits onto his hand before smearing it all over his cock. “I’m going to fuck your thighs, my love. If you’ll consent?”

You turn your head so that you can kiss him deeply, licking into his mouth and sighing when he immediately opens his lips to receive you.

“Please,” you mutter, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I want you to feel good.”

“Oh, I will, I will. I promise.” He murmurs. Gently he manoeuvres your body, pressing your legs together and instructing you to keep them as tightly closed as possible.

He groans wantonly as he presses the hot tip of his cock to your legs, pushing through the tight seal you've made before easing back out and back in.

You shiver at his sounds, the feel of his hand on your hip as he rocks you back to meet his shallow thrusts.

His cock rubs against your pussy, pressing through your folds without slipping inside. Part of you wants to ache your back, to angle yourself so that he could just sink in.

“My love,” He groans, snaking his hand down from your hip to rub at your clit.

You moan, shivering as he coaxes you back into a heady bliss.

“That’s it, that’s it, oh god.” He gasps, starting to move his hips faster. “Your voice, your face as you’re lost in pleasure makes me lose myself. I would give anything, everything to keep that look on you always.” He shudders, the sound of the slap, slap, slap of his skin against yours as his cock slides along your thighs punctuating every word.

You whimper, fighting the urge to squirm and barely managing to keep your thighs pressed tight as he keeps stroking you.

He moves his other hand to your cheek, turning your face so that he can capture your lips and groan into your mouth.

You sob against him, sweat soaking your skin. Pleasure is making you giddy, making you forget how to function, how to breathe. The only option left is to chase it, to climb higher and higher.

“Please,” you gasp, “please.”

“That’s it, my love, come again for me. Come for your King.”

You moan, so tightly strung and ready to snap. “I want,” you swallow, gasping for air.

“Anything, my love, anything.”

“I want you to show me how to put my mouth on you.” You whine as the words leave your lips as the King groans, his fingers on your clit faltering for the smallest second before he redoubles his efforts. His eyes roll back and you scream as you come, your body shaking from the pleasure.

He thrusts twice, sliding his cock through the fresh slick that coats your thighs before he groans and comes himself. His spend spurts onto the bedding, splashing onto your thighs and stomach with force.

He bucks slowly, riding out his high, his hand never stopping moving until you whimper in exhaustion.

Your chests rise and fall in rhythm as you both recover. The King presses kisses to your cheek, your temple, sliding his hand from between your legs and to your stomach to smear his come into your skin.

“I promise I will show you next time, my love.” He whispers, nuzzling into your jaw and breathing deeply. “But, for now, I would like to rest a little with you in my arms.”

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