#committal service

[grandmaster-anne]

The Lord Chamberlain symbolically breaks his Wand of Office and places it on the Queen Elizabeth’s coffin. The wand will be buried with Her Majesty.

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Martin Belam

19 September 2022

Queen Elizabeth II’s staff lined the street outside Buckingham Palace to say farewell to the monarch after her funeral – and it wasn’t just the humans of the royal household who were seen during Monday’s ceremonies.

The Queen’s corgis and one of her ponies were led out to witness the procession at Windsor.

The Queen’s dogs, Muick and Sandy, which are pembroke welsh corgis, waited in the quadrangle at Windsor Castle as the funeral cortege arrived while being looked after by two members of staff.

At the time of her death, the Queen also had two other dogs – a dorgi called Candy, and Lissy the cocker spaniel.

It has been confirmed that Prince Andrew and his ex-wife Sarah Ferguson will look after the corgis. Andrew was later seen in the company of the dogs.

The Queen was first given a corgi when she was seven, and generations of the royal corgis are descended from Susie, a corgi she was given when she was 18.

Also on display was the Queen’s Fell pony, Carltonlima Emma, who was led to the side of the road at a gap between floral tributes while the coffin was driven past.

Usually known just as Emma, the horse was named among the Queen’s favourites for Horse & Hound magazine in 2020 by Terry Pendry, one of the grooms at Windsor.

The Queen was a patron of the Fell Pony Society and continued to ride Emma when she was well into her 90s.

The animals didn’t play quite as prominent a role as they have in some royal funerals of the past.

Heads of state were reportedly somewhat surprised at the 1910 funeral of King Edward VII to find themselves behind the monarch’s dog Caesar, a wire fox terrier, in the formal procession.

Caesar is included in a sculpture of Edward VII and his queen atop their tomb in St George’s Chapel, where Queen Elizabeth II’s committal took place on Monday.

[onefootin1941]

[dwuerch-blog]

My Redeemer's Hands

We read several devotions daily, plus we read a chapter from the Bible. A few days ago we read Psalm 31. As we read, my spirit was quickened by David’s plight as He was praying in distress, but fully trusting in God. He prayed Psalm 31:5 — “Into your hands I commit my spirit; deliver me, LORD, my faithful God.” Those words sounded familiar. That’s because we heard them on Good Friday by our…

[fake-married-my-dead-fiance]

[rotisseries]

no because gethsemane is so rin coded. pleading to his god just to know if his death is worth it. he has tried these three years feels like thirty and it’s gotten so out of hand and he can’t go back he desperately wants to. nail me to your cross and break me bleed me beat me kill me take me now before I change my mind. bonus points if it’s at lugalia cause like. why then am I scared to finish what I started, what you started I didn’t start it!!!!

LITERALLYYYYYYYYY take this cup away from me!!! for I don't want to taste it's poison!!!! I'm not as sure as when we started!!! then I was inspired!!!! now I'm sad and tired!!!! listen, surely I've exceeded expectations??? could you ask as much from any other man??? but if I die!!!! see the saga through and do the things you ask of me!!! let them hate me, hit me, hurt me!!! nail me to their tree!!!!! I'd want to know!! want to see!!! why I should die!!! would I be more noticed than I ever was before??? would the things I've said and done matter anymore????? and like. the way he's doing all this bc it's what lugalia would ask of him, and he reveres her (BITCH) but he also does it for the love of his family. sacrificial lamb at the altar isaac with a knife held to his throat HE SUFFERS SO THAT THEY'LL LIVE. HE DIES SO THEY'LL ALL LIVE. HE'S THEIR SALVATION IN THE FORM OF SACRIFICE

[vitospaghetta]

Leon's flirting in Infinite Darkness

This scene has, since day one, been one of my favorites in Infinite Darkness. The series did an excellent job at bringing a lot of aspects of Leon's character to the surface. Things we were already very familiar with, like his kind and attentive nature, but also darker aspects of his character he generally tends to keep hidden, such as his anger, his resentment, and the extent of his trauma regarding Raccoon City. What I love about this scene is that it is also a prime example of one of those darker aspects of Leon's character. One that is integral to understanding who he is as a person — his desperation.

I've seen the idea of his flirtation with Shen Mei in this scene being interpreted as platonic become popularized. For some people, choosing to ignore what is being presented here is easier than accepting that Leon S. Kennedy would ever be okay with going on a date with someone already in an established relationship. Though I think that idea discredits the deeply human sentiment present in this scene. As morally objectionable as Leon's actions are here, there's something incredibly authentic about them. Unknowingly, he's disclosing his desires, and not just sexual ones.

It's very clear that Leon is asking her out to dinner with romantic intent. This comes down to my own personal life experience, but I've come to understand this as a universal truth: when a man you hardly know asks you to do anything with him, it's a date. He is asking you out romantically, guaranteed. In the case of Leon in this scene, when you take the context of Shen Mei being in a relationship and Leon's lifestyle into account, you can paint a clear picture of him not only asking Shen Mei out on a date, but he's doing so to get his foot in the door, so-to-speak.

He's not looking for longevity, he's doing this with the sole intention of sleeping with her. That's why he disregards her relationship — approaches this with a shameless 'I'm willing to be the mistake she makes at least once' mentality — because he's not looking for a relationship. He's desperately yearning for pleasure; for the burdens of his life to melt away, even if the moment is fleeting. Even if it comes at the cost of someone else's relationship. An act of selfishness — something we don't often see from Leon — but desperation has a way of making people act impulsively. I think this speaks volumes about his character.

Leon lives a life that doesn't allow for him to be able to settle down. Given how compassionate and empathetic he is, he more-than-likely views relationships as impractical at best. He'd constantly feel like his happiness would come at the cost of his partner's, and that's not something he could live with, so he submits to loneliness. It's practical, it's fair, and it's the only option that makes sense given his career. A long-term committal relationship is just another opportunity his service to the government has taken from him, and while he can have it, he will not willingly drag someone else into a relationship that would surely be filled with disappointment to do so.

So instead, he seeks momentary pleasure. He flirts with women like Shen Mei and Hunnigan while on duty. He self-sabotages by pursuing emotionally unavailable women like Ada. One could argue that flirting with Shen Mei and Hunnigan are also him self-sabotaging, as they are also women that are most-likely going to reject him due to the professional nature of their relationship. He's going out of his way to avoid genuine connection, and therein lies the tragedy of it all.

At the end of the day, he craves normalcy. He yearns for a life he can't have and deeply resents being denied it. Moments like this are just displaying how Leon navigates the circumstances of his life, actively denying himself a happiness he is so deserving of, but deems as unfair to others. He wants to feel needed and appreciated in a way that makes him feel like anything other than a weapon pointed at the government's problems — to feel loved, in the most intrinsically human way possible, even if it's only for one night with someone and ultimately means nothing in the end.

This moment perfectly encapsulates something that has always been a crucial component of Leon's character, the extent of his tragedy — the lonely and isolating nature of a life he didn't choose.

[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

𝐊𝐢𝐦 𝐇𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐍𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐬 (𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐅𝐨𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝)

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Disclaimer: Think about it. Write about it. Have hard thoughts. Do not take it seriously. None of this confirmation is confirmed and all theoretical. If you want to read more, check out my 'Hongjoong as your late bloomer bf' post.

Methodology: Traditional Astrology & Whole Sign

Hongjoong has dyed his hair back black and it's my favourite hair colour on him (we see it so rarely) and b/c he's my Ateez bias- I had to revamp his natal chart.

Overview:

Scorpio Sun (11th House)

Gemini Moon (6th House)

Capricorn Rising (Saturn-Ruled)

Sagittarius Mercury (12th House)

Scorpio Venus (11th House)

Virgo Mars (9th House)

Fuckboi Rating:

2/10

Out of all the members of Ateez, I'm inclined to believe that Hongjoong would least likely be a fuckboi because his Scorpio stellium and Moon in the 6th House indicates he's not a shallow man and craves soul-bonding, all-too consuming connection in relationships.

Take this next point very casually BUT as someone who has similar placements to him AND the overall energy I get from Hongjoong, I wouldn't be surprised if he identifies with being demi-sexual and he can't find pleasure in physical intimacy w/o an emotional connection.

This is emphasised with having a Virgo Mars because Earth Mars typically have a fluctuating sex drive so he can probably abstain for awhile and be okay with it.

Red & Green Flags:

Red:

Emotional and verbal dysregulation! His 12th House Mercury indicates difficulty expressing emotions in a calm and collected manner.

The Sagittarius influence heightens that trait by making his impulsive behaviour more erratic and could be seething for days before he randomly explodes over a simple issue.

PETTY! The 12th House Mercury and Scorpio placements indicate he could be the type to weaponize the silent treatment, going for hours without speaking to you until you figured out what you did wrong.

Green:

LOYAL TO THE BONE!!! You could go to hell and back and Hongjoong would hold your hand the entire time. These moments of 'difficulties' actually enhance Hongjoong's affection towards you because you trust him to see you at your most 'vulnerable'.

Committment!!! Yes, this should be a bare minimum but Hongjoong would be a faithful man and you would never have to worry about him cheating because he probably views cheating as a betrayal of trust.

Self-automony! By this I mean he values independence and wouldn't try to 'change' you as a person and would choose to accept your flaws and all.

Ideal Type...If He's Into Women:

It's interesting because his 5th House in Taurus is the complete opposite to his Scorpio Venus so his type could have polarising qualities.

Either they are boisterous and loud in public and shy and laid-back around him or vice versa. He likes a partner who shows a side of themselves that only Hongjoong can see.

Hongjoong is definitely an arse and legs man and would be attracted to the grunge but feminine archetype so lace dresses, stockings with Doc Martens etc.

I've noticed in fancalls he loves curly hair, whenever there's a fancall with an Atiny and they have curly hair, he'll always comment about how good their hair looks.

Dom, Sub Or Switch?

Hongjoong is one of the members that's more of a true 'switch' when it comes to power dynamics and yes, he is definitely more on the dominant side BUT not to far...I'd say 60% dominant, 40% submissive.

It's why whenever I scroll the ateez smut tags and see a Seongjoong fic where it's bottom!hwa...I laugh because it's actually the other way around.

Hongjoong is definitely more of a service/pleasure dom and his Gemini Moon and 11th House Venus makes him flexible in what he desires sexually in a partner.

He would enjoy having a bratty sub that he can put in place (kindly) like you see with Wooyoung.

He would also enjoy an obedient sub that completely adores and worships him.

No matter what, he needs to know that you're willing and trusting to put your entire body and soul in his hands.

Kinks...Just A Few Of Them:

Corruption!!!

Yes, I know this is very obvious BUT it's completely true because his Scorpio placements indicates he wants to OWN you as partner (consensual of course) and the thought of him being the FIRST to touch you, to mould you to his desires...it would just cause his heart to quicken and his mind to race with the most impure of thoughts.

This would also cater towards enjoying someone who might be nervous/slightly insecure around him, it would boost his ego to see your cheeks flush at him taking off your clothes or whispering something suggestive in your ear.

'You're so cute when you're nervous angel but don't worry, I'll take care of you because you're mine remember? And I always look after what's mine'.

Voyeurism...Kinda??

Hear me out and if someone knows the proper term for this...can you comment down below???

But with Hongjoong and his love for photography...he'd love to keep a personal scrapbook of all the photos he's taken of you after a steamy session of love-making.

This goes hand in hand with his corruption kink and his love for 'ruining' you- lipstick smeared, hair tousled, mascara running down your face, cheeks flushed.

I'm leaning towards voyeurism because he wouldn't show these photos to anyone, they would be for his own personal collection because he gets off on knowing that it's just HIM that can do this to you and see you this way.

'Fuck angel, spread your legs a bit more...I want to see it all drip out for me...these photos just want to make me dress you up and fuck you all over again'.

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Please comment, share and thirst the hell out of this because this took WEEKS to finish!!!

May's fic will be out and published on the 31st.

[the-world-of-nai]

venus in the signs˙ᵕ˙𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

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part one

venus in virgo

these people are self deprecating in romance. they will be self critical and over give to their lover, even if it causes them pain or hardship. could overthink a lot as well when it comes to romance. they keep their feelings to themselves and analyze them like hell. they would want someone who is calm, grounded, collected, nerdy, quiet, logical, helpful, thoughtful. they would want someone who is simple and clean. someone organized and structed.

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venus in scorpio

these people are devoted and borderline obsessive lovers. their love is soul deep. they will kill for you! they want that kind of otherworldly love with someone who is all theirs. they may like to be in relationships where there is a bit of gameplaying (not in a toxic way). like they may enjoy feeling jealous, or the cat and mouse chase. loyalty and emotional vulnerability is very important to this placement. they want someone who truly understands them on a soul level. when they fall, it is deep and intense, and they want that shit reciprocated.

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venus in sagittarius

this placement values fun and excitement above all else. they would want someone to travel with and go on adventures with. they would want someone free spirited, independent, rebellious, confident, straightforward, juvenile, and funny. these people may be into poly or non-committal. keep it light and fun. also they want to discuss your philosophical beliefs LOL. "let's make a bucket list!" type beat.

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venus in capricorn

people with this placement can be a little hard to win over. they do not fall in love very easily, and can even come off as rather cold or uncaring in romance. they would want someone sensible and practical. they value tradition and stability in romance. their love language would be acts of service. they want to be with someone who ambitious and hard-working, yet grounding and calm as well. maybe someone who is nerdy too.

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venus in aquarius

another placement that does not fall in love very easily, nor are they the super romantic type (depends on the rest of the chart ofc). people with this placement would most likely treat their lover as their best friend. they value freedom and friendship in their romantic connections. they would want someone smart who stimulates them mentally. someone who gets along well with their friends too. this placement would also be a bit harder to pin down, but they're easy to get to know as they are open and friendly.

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venus in pisces

bruh these people are starry eyed dreamers. they love romance and love. when they fall in love, they think everything about that person is beautiful even their dirty fingernails... they may romanticize people quite easily. they would want someone who is sensitive, creative, and warm. they value emotional intimacy as well as a spiritual connection of sorts. think: soulmates, twin flame kind of love.

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[hyatoro]

[Angst,maybe doft ending if u want to] Minsu with a Reader that's being forced into a marriage,reader doesn't like the idea of being with Minsu too much,but would rather be with him than with a random spoiled omega

-A.M anon!!

Hwang Minsu

Okay so I can’t see this being an arranged marriage through your parents since he and his family never really had much to offer so here’s how it’s twisted to fit a similar narrative. 

He’s an orphan so he didn’t really have people to push him into an arranged marriage, but he put his name into one of those match making organizations like a lottery ticket kind of thing. Very little hope, but just a hint of ‘maybe maybe not’.  

Your parents had an omega lined up for you, but you’d already met them before and you find them unbearable. So they eventually give you an ultimatum and insist you marry somehow. 

So you put your own name into this match making service as a passive thing while you look for other possible matches on your own, but you get a call back sooner than you’d think. 

Your match is Hwang Minsu. They have a hard time selling him, since he’s a night shift convenience store worker with little else to his name. But your personal search is coming up short and wait a damn second. 

You know this guy. You go to the convenience store he works at like every week for a late night snack. 

You shoot a response to the organization and opt to just meet him directly at the store. 

When you pull out the email he pulls out his own in surprise. 

So you spend your time chatting him up and from this and all your previous interactions he seems good enough. Nothing like that sack of shit your parents wanted to pair you up with. 

After a few more visits you ask him straight up, would he want to just marry you. 

He’s shocked. You’re a little surprised with yourself too. 

Actually he’d been obsessed with you since that time you approached him with the email, gobsmacked that anyone would entertain the idea of being with him. 

But he’s hesitant, because he knows for a fact that you don’t know what his scent is since he’s used to wearing scent patches, along with the fact that his scent is fainter than most. 

So he says that. “I-I’d love to, but you just have to…” and he peels off the patch and bares his neck to you shyly, worried out of his mind that this is what loses him this chance. 

You lean in and take a whiff. It’s weak, which isn’t helped from being suppressed by the patch, but it’s pleasant. You give a non-committal nod as you lean back and relief floods his veins. 

The papers fly by in a whirlwind and there’s no real wedding. He’s a little disappointed but he’s overshadowed by him moving in with you. It’s like when a kid first enters a candy store, where they’re all amazed by everything and scared to touch even the walls. And then he takes to it like a fish to water. 

You treat him like a roommate, but he treats you like a proper spouse. He greets you when you come back and he learns to cook as best as he can. [See house husband post]

As weird as the dude is, you don’t mind too much since he cleans up after himself. Yes you know what he does with your stuff. As long as it hits the wash and is folded up before you need it then it doesn’t matter. 

At some point in the future you can warm up to him and stuff, but that’s how your strange relationship starts. 

[grandmaster-anne]

The Coffin followed by Members of the Royal Family arrive at St. George's Chapel, Windsor, 19 September 2022

[thepastisalreadywritten]

Prince Andrew, Duke of York, pets the royal corgis while waiting for the coffin of Queen Elizabeth II as it travels on its way to Windsor Castle for the Committal Service at St George's Chapel on 19 September 2022 in Windsor, England.

📷: Peter Nicholls - WPA Pool / Getty Images

[blacst4r]

DECISIONS (1)

Pairings: Jey uso x black fem x Jimmy uso

Warnings: Smut, Infidelity

Summary: In the midst of relationship turmoil, Lola turns to the wrong person.

gifs ©️mocooper98

Lola & Jon shared a laugh amongst conversation as they sat on the couch drinking, they'd had a couple glasses since she got here an hour ago. The effects of the bourbon settled nicely in their system, giving them a warm and fuzzy feel as they talked. Jon was a lot more goofier than usual, which had Rayne giggling off every other word. She finished what was left of her drink, setting the glass down beside her feet as her phone buzzed- an incoming call from BABY💍She declined the call, setting her phone to dnd.  

Jon downed his glass too, placing his on the floor before clearing his throat, "so you and uce still not good?" he watched her through heavy lids.

"Nah, we on a break so I can figure shit out, I'm just over the back and forth with him" she rolled her eyes, recounting arguments her and Josh had in the past months. 

Jon chuckled, "guess I'm not helpin with that huh?"

She smiled in response, "no you good, you taking my mind off of it," palming his knee before removing it. 

This became the norm for Lola, as she'd been going through turmoil with Josh for several months now. The countless arguments and constant bickering had her seeking solace in his twin brother Jon, who provided a shoulder to lean on. They'd all known each other for years so she didn't feel uncomfortable going to him, especially since he opened the door figuratively, and literally to vent her frustrations. Jon always seemed to put a smile on her pretty face, taking pleasure in doing so more than his brother. 

Jon secretly had a thing for Lola, and that desire didn't dwindle just because his uce had snatched her up. The boys were different concerning relationships, Josh being more of a playboy, and Jon being more of the committment type. Lola desired marriage and kids when Josh wasn't in a rush with either, handing excuse after excuse. Yet it was Jon who shared similar wants, just unbeknowst to her. He never voiced them because it was evident she was in love with Josh. 

But when their relationship hit a rough patch, Jon was quick to offer up his support, as quick as she was accepting it. That's how she found herself frequenting his home to seemingly unwind from the stress. 

"Aye I'm at yo' service, whatever you need" his hooded eyes possessed a lust as they bore into hers, darkening the longer they connected. Lola became flushed with a heat that had her skin blazing under his stare. It was written all over her face that she was flustered, trying to play it off with an eye roll "boy don't play wit' me." 

Jon licked his lips, "i'm serious, shit i'm low-key mad lil bruh aint treating you right, you deserve better" he admitted, continuing to ramble, "I mean you fine as hell, thick, funny, wife material, shit I woulda been had you at the alter" he professed. He observed her stunned expression as he chuckled to himself, slightly embarassed, "damn I said all dat?" he rubbed his neck, "my bad-"

"Did you really mean it?" she cut him off softly.

With his head lowered, he leered at her, "hell yeah." 

That set off something in her, drawing a lust from within and making her act on it as she crawled over and onto his lap, straddling him. She flipped her braids behind her shoulder as his hands quickly found her hips. The heat that radiated between them was something dangerous, they'd never been this close, in this state of mind. 

"So you think you deserve me?" she spoke barely above a whisper as his hands crept up her sides, shooting a thrill down her spine.

"I know I do, you won't ever need for nothing if you were mine" he declared, with lips inching closer until they ghosted hers. "Big bruh gon treat you better," he planted one kiss, "do you better," then another, "and dig in dat pussy better," until they were full blown making out. Lola threw her arms around his neck, deepening the intoxicating kiss. Their lips moved deliciously in harmony, the small space provided when their lips did part, made room for his tongue to invade her mouth. They could taste the liquid courage that had them sucking each others faces off. 

Jon broke the heated exchange to sloppily kiss along her neck, applying pressure to the most sensitive areas of skin, as she bit her lip and hummed.

He spoke deeply into her ear, "he don't know what to do witchu, but I'mma get you right and send a messege to him."

"So get me right then" she purred boldly.

With her in his hold, he moved to the end of the sofa and rose to his feet, securing her around his waist as he cupped her ass. He headed down a hall, and into his bedroom where his foot nudged the door shut. Jon walked over to the bed and laid Lola down as she began stripping of her plum bralette and matching skirt. Jon followed suit, pulling his jacket up and over his head, revealing his toned and tatted body. He yanked his sweats and briefs down, letting his hard dick spring out. Lola gazed at the sight of his lengthy, thick, member at attention. Damn, he definitely gave Josh some competition.

He stepped out his remaining clothes, wasting no time climbing on top of her, snapping her legs back around him. With arms on either side of her head, his face hovered above hers, "i'mma show that you made a mistake pickin' the wrong twin."

He grabbed his dickhead to line it up with her wet slit, proding at her entrance as she whined before sliding in. They both shared lament as he delved between her walls inch by inch, Jon groaned as he submerged in her wetness, "pussy soaked already, damn Lo." 

"Sshit" she hissed at the way his girth stretched her wide as he buried himself inside, settling balls deep, practically in her stomach. "Fuck Jon" she cursed in amazement.

He started rolling his hips slowly inward, delivering tender strokes to get her adjusted to his size. She wore a softened expression, with sullen lids and lips formed into a pout as she whimpered from every thrust. As her eyes threatened to shut he gripped her chin, "look at me while i'm beatin my pussy up" his lips tighening as he growled with a crazed look, "i'm yo' daddy na."

Her heart skipped a beat as she quickly nodded in obedience, staying locked in on him as he began to pound her harder. Her sweet, mangled, cries filled the room as he dragged his length out to drop it back in. Jon placed their foreheads together as he ghosted her lips, "he shoulda never had you...fuck, imma take you from him baby." Lola wanted to verbally respond so badly, but her words were coiled in her throat, only forming broken wails instead.

Jon was drumming his pole through her cunt at such a frantic pace that her heart thumped, and eyes fluttered everytime he tapped her g-spot. He had her spine curved upward, and her toes curled in.

"Ooooh fuck daddy!!" she called to him weakly as he displayed that cheshire grin, loving the way it rolled off her tongue so passionately.

"Yeah say my name baby...just like that."

He lifted up and unhooked her legs, folding them back before pounding her cunt relentlessly. Her gut-wrenching screams echoed off the walls continuously as she gripped the sheets. He fucked her with purpose and intent while mentally thanking his brother for putting her in this position. Josh pushed Lola away and right into Jons arms, and dick that had her thick thighs trembling from the sensation as she clenched up.

"DADDY! M'BOUTTA CUM!" she shrieked as her stomach knotted up.

"Cum on this dick it's all yours" he snarled, rutting his hips aggressively. She did just that, her juices spurting out with a squeal as he refused to lessen up his speed or stop, too engulfed in her rapture.

He pulsated inside her clamored walls, about to buss with strokes that became more sloppy and rushed, chasing his nut.

"Shit! M'close!" his eyes closed and his mouth went ajar to exhale roughly. His skin shuddered as he emptied inside, filling her up with his warm, creamy seed. He came to a stop, finally pulling out of her and going in for a sensual kiss.

[weaper-reaper]

@sprout-fics is HOLDING it together with new König content (pls go check work out! The little-mouse series has got me foaming). But I figured since there’s such a lack of content for our boy- and even less M!reader content, I figured I’d treat :) Enjoy! Also thanks to @snail-eggs for convincing me NOT to use the phrase “boy-button”

Good Boy

König x M!reader

2nd Person, Pure Smut, Minors DNI

Reader is a service bottom and just wants to make König feel good after a hard week.

CW: Established relationship, Smut, blowjobs, facefucking, throat bulge, rimming, fingering, doggy style, mating press, creampie (duh) WC ~2.1k

You didn’t notice it was cold until the shiver in your body fizzed out, a broad chest coaxed the chill ache from the center of your shoulder blades, and an arm snug and tight over your waist. The far away sound of thunder and rain slapping heavy on the stone outside drew you back to reality first. How long had you been asleep? Time passed so quickly lately, but the warm breath fanning over your collarbones grounded you to the moment.

Your eyes slit open, just enough to watch blearily as the candlelight’s flame flickered shadows over the room. The mass of the man to your side shifted, and pulled you closer at the next strike of lightning. Was it your heart that skipped a beat?

“Welcome back.” You whispered. Mainly to yourself, König seemed to fall seamlessly back into his normal cuddly role- as if he’d never left.

He grumbled something non-committal into your neck, the prick of his unshaven chin scratching sensitive spots behind your ear. Your body twitched, and he responded by loosening his grip on you enough so that you could worm around to face him.

There was no way the lighting had been bright enough for you to see all of him, but that look was still there. Lazy hooded eyes, messy hair covering the edges of his face, and a twisted half-smile that pulled his scarred skin taut. Your fingers danced up to trace each one, an act you’d don’t countless times before. His eyes closed and a broken sigh weaped from his crooked nose.

“I’m assuming your meeting didn’t go very well?” You more stated, than asked.

“No.” He shook his head, “These men are… stupid.”

You couldn’t help the laugh that burst from your lungs, and slightly embarrassed as you wiped and sniffled at your nose until the giggle died down.

“Not all men though, surely?”

His smile settled as he looked over your scrunched face, bringing two fingers to hold your chin straight.

“No.” He said again, with a glint in his eye. “Not this one, at least.”

Your heart fluttered as he partially rolled over you, his massive frame didn’t need to hover above to tower you completely. His hand trailed down your naked chest, carefully dipping over the quickly growing tent in your boxers, then over a bone in your hip.

His eyes never left yours. “Is this okay?”

A moan of anticipation seeped through your silky lips as his graced just over yours, “More than okay,” You whispered. “I’d die another week without you.”

Königs eyes crinkled, and his mouth graced yours in a slow and soft, but desperate kiss. His tongue flicked at your bottom lip, and his nose dug deep into your inner cheek. The closeness of him- and the hand massaging your dick- made your head go all fuzzy. His sly fingers slipped down under the band of your underwear and cupped your entire length in one palm. Your hips twitched and he paused his minstrations to mumble low praises in your ear.

“Well that wouldn’t do, did you miss me that much, Liebling?” He egged, teeth nipping at the shell of your ear and then at the skin below your jaw as he slouched his way down your body.

Your bottom lip sucked into your teeth, “I could show you,” you hesitated, hand trailing down the cloth of his tee and settled just over where his happy trail started. “Just how much I’ve missed you, I mean.”

Königs movements stuttered, in awe of your boldness. Then a cheeky grin pulled over his face and he fell onto his side, scrunching up his shirt under his chin with one hand- presenting himself to you. “I am yours, then.”

With an invigorated look, and an equally wild glint in his eyes you twisted on your side and slid down the bed until you were face-level with the dark bulge in his sweats. The candlelight flickered once more, as if it could sense the anticipation, and illuminated Königs pale skin in a deep amber glow. A light sheen of sweat glistened over the tight muscles of his abdomen, and the sight made your mouth begin to water.

You pressed a kiss of adoration over the dip in each of his hips, and his free hand ran smoothly through your bedhead. He ran a thumb over your cheekbone, and then his fingers settled tight over the underside of your jaw.

“You’re so pretty.” He mumbled, and it sounded instead like he was just thinking out loud.

With a new heat pulsing over your face, you tucked your chin down and pulled at his boxers until they were stretched over his massive thighs. His cock sprung upwards immediately, and the sticky pre beading across the middle of his head almost made you drool. It twitched the longer you stared, and pointed directly up; tip reaching just over his belly button.

You nuzzled in closer, and brought a hot tongue from the base to that very tip, his salty essence pooling thick inside of your mouth as you encircled it. König groaned, and his fingers ticked at your jaw, inching himself further into your mouth until he felt resistance halfway down. You gagged over him, and slowed your breathing enough to allow another inch or so further into the opening of your throat.

“Scheisse..” he choked, “you’re so good at that.” And encouraged you to take him down again with a couple cants of his hips.

You did so, greedily. Swallowing as much of him down as you could before you needed to bring yourself back up to breathe. König was shaking by the fifth plunge, and small whimpers escaped his lips far too often. Embarrassed with how easily you ruined him, he raised an arm over his mouth- biting into the corded and veiny muscle to silence himself.

A part of you creened his noises, so in retaliation you dipped the tip of your tongue over his slit on the next pass, eliciting an arch and groan from the massive man. You pulled off him with a pop, and heaved the thick air between the two of you. Your own erection strained against your underwear, until you kicked it off, and it rubbed raw against the sheets.

König recollected his breath, and pulled you back down over him rather roughly. You grunted when he shoved his cock back into your tiny mouth. “Come, Liebling.” He egged.

“Show me what a good boy you can be.”

Normally the phrase would’ve made you laugh, but the intensity in his stare and the thickness of his shaft down your throat only made you harder. You couldn’t help but groan around him- one he echoed once the noise vibrated through him. You took in all of him again- he made you. With jagged thrusts and a hand at the base of your neck he pumped himself deep inside your throat. So much that you swore you could feel the outside bulge.

It wasn’t until your eyes were so watery that you couldn’t see him anymore, and your lips were raw that he decided to pull out of you. A trail of saliva and pre briged across from the corner of your mouth to his tip- swollen and bright.

“That’s it.” He cooed and pulled you up onto your stomach flat across the bed with strong practiced ease. The movement made your body twitch with want. He twisted and settled behind you, nudging you up onto your knees in front of him.

A hot mouth settled directly over your spread and exposed parts, tongue wasting no time- delving as deep as it could get inside of you. His burning breath brushed through the crack in your cheeks, and cascaded down your back. Your body shook immediately, and you flew a hand around to curl into his hair.

“Oh my god,” you groaned into the sheets, digging your face into the beige covers. “Fuck.. fuck! König, don't make me wait.” You begged, wanting only the feel of him as close as you could get him.

His hand came up to palm you at your base, and you almost exploded from the contact. His fingers wrapped tightly around your length and he pumped in time with his tongue. You groaned out again, needy.

“Königg..”

He slipped his tongue out, only to replace it with two fingers curled perfectly downwards enough so that it brushed over the sensitive bump deep inside of you. Your hips twitched involuntarily, and your hand flew to the base of your cock to prevent it from cumming. You twisted tight fingers around the base as it pulsed and jumped hot. Your own pre no doubt soaking the sheets below.

You panted when you spoke again, his fingers stretching you open completely. “It’s enough, please. I need you inside of me.”

König groaned out again behind you, shocked by how needy you sounded. And rose so that his chest covered your entire back. Cock head sliding against your entrance. He lubed you up with his own slick, then deftly pressed the head rough enough so that it popped just inside of you. The both of you moaned in unison, and he had to hold himself back from shoving the entire thing through you with one go.

“Ahh..” he hissed, lurching forward enough to plant another few inches inside. A hand settled over your hip, the other keeping him propped upright. You pulled from him, just to arch your back enough so two more inches slid through.

His spongy head brushed just against the button of your prostate and that knot twisted at the base of your stomach, another thrust and your balls pulled up taut so that you couldn’t help but cum right then, even with your hand attempting to cut off all circulation.

You pulsed and buzzed as each wave crashed through you. Sticky liquid ruining the clean sheets below. König muffled his moans into the crevice of your shoulder blades as you clenched and pulled him deeper and deeper inside. He jerked forward and seated the rest of himself completely within your warm center. His breath- hot and heavy over your ear as the both of you panted.

“So tight,” he muttered, accent thick and every inch of him present. Your body loosened and weakly aware of the way his pressed perfectly into you.

He took a beat before withdrawing enough to leave you aching, and then re-filling you to the brink. You whined with hypersensitivity. “Fuck, I-I just came-“

“Then it’s my turn, right?” He teased with a fry laugh, peeling his sweaty body from yours to palm both hips in a possessive grip. Pulling your body back into him like he was playing with you, a toy to get him off and make him feel good.

Your eyes teared up and every inch of your body screamed from over exhaustion. Still not quite used to the stretch of him, your body trembled beneath his massive frame.

“Almost, almost.” His voice hushed and encouraging, he massaged at your sore hips. “Mmm, so good for me.”

He lowered his lips to your clammy skin. Leaving dark red kisses with each incredible thrust. Your dick swelled again as he thumbed the swollen head, spreading your cum down and around your shaft. A handful of thrusts later you were ready to burst again, and König sensed it- pausing for only moment enough to flip you around so that he could smother you with wet kisses.

His hands hooked under your knees, and pressed them up towards your chest so that you were folded and open underneath him.

“Oh! Shit.” You cursed, eyes rolling back into your head. “König,” you cried, nearing your brink too quickly.

“That’s it, Liebling.” He coaxed, slamming his hips as far into your skin as he could dig them. “Again, cum for me again.”

He pumped you in time with him, and his release hit just before your second. The warmth flooded through you too quickly that it seeped down before you came again. Hot and fast and rough between your bodies.

Even as he softened he kept himself lodged deep within you, finally collapsing and pulling you into his side. Kissing over the crown of your head. There were many deep breaths and sighs before he rolled over to pluck tissues from the bedside table, pulling out and wiping the two of you down. He tucked you tight into his arms again as the rain began to pick up again.

[soberpluto]

Astrology Notes: What Binds Opposite Signs Together

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Here's a little piece on general knowledge about the 12 signs as a way to understand them better without having to memorize all their specific qualities... you can think of this as having 6 coins, each sign describing one side and its counterpart the other.

Aries-Libra (axis of the self and others): both seek reassurance and worth through people and they are good at making things happen (these are Cardinal signs). Aries wants to lead, conquer and be recognized, while Libra wants to connect, harmonize and be cherished. Both need people to feel fulfilled, and both are equally entrepreneurial even though one engages from instinct and embodies the active principle, and the other engages from the brain and embodies the receptive principle to achieve their goals.

Taurus-Scorpio (axis of value and power): both seek power, are very sensual (and sexual), private and deep, even if one is not aware at first impression. They are quite relentless and stubborn in their ways because of their Fixed modality. Taurus seeks respect, comfort and safety in his own ability to make money and from physical pleasure, while Scorpio uses emotional depth, sexuality, other people's resources and spiritual transformation to achieve the same. Both can be pretty obsessive, greedy, vindictive, hedonistic and visceral if unevolved.

Gemini-Sagittarius (axis of the mind and information): both are adaptable, love learning and teaching, and they are inspired by knowledge and movement. Gemini needs stimulation from their close surroundings and feels transcendence from drilling down information and from their ability to network, while Sagittarius likes to look at the big picture and uses his insights to pursue his own truth. Both see travel, information and interactions as highly valuable, but can be a bit fickle and non-committal because of their need to be constantly on the move.

Cancer-Capricorn (axis of family and patrimony): both are highly dependable, trustworthy and traditional. They value stability, family and lasting relationships, even if they have only a few. Cancer focuses on protection, emotional depth and nurturing to feel fulfilled (female archetype) and Capricorn feels safe through structure, provision and industriousness (male archetype). Both have excellent financial, organizational and managerial skills, and are quite proactive when they are invested in something. Both are sensitive but dislike appearing vulnerable... emotions can be their undoing.

Leo-Aquarius (axis of entertainment and society): both signs are inventive and find a sense of meaning through creativity and uniqueness. None of them like to follow, as they feel entitled to (and proud of) their authenticity and own mindset. Leo loves the expression of its spirit and desires admiration as a form as validation, while Aquarius seeks for righteousness and belonging through the appraisal of its mind. Both communicate what's inside in brilliant ways but can be quite headstrong and proud at times.

Virgo-Pisces (axis of service and wellness): both are humble, modest, gentle and adore being of service and utility. Since they sit in the axis of health, both are healers, although Virgo does it through his brainpower and dexterity, while Pisces from a spiritual, imaginative and intuitive place. Both are selfless and subservient, and because of this, they can suffer from abuse or mistreatment often than other signs, but one of their greatest assets is their ability to help and empower others through service.

That's all! Hope this is helpful 🥰

Written by @soberpluto

[augusgus]

therapist (m.)

Being called the Doctor does not usually include enjoying your patients' suffering. Dottore couldn't care less about this, however.

pairing: dottore x reader

tags: fear kink, male masturbation, trauma talk (trauma not specified), corruption kink, dacryphilia, power imbalance, a slight bit of dub-con, it's dottore what do you expect

a/n: I swear i'm normal about him,

Dottore wasn't one to entertain wailing or stupidity. He had much too little patience for that and he'd be the first to admit it.

So how he had ended up with the door to his study opening, revealing the next miserable idiot trotting in, went above and beyond him - something something community service something something going overboard on his last mission.

Frankly, he couldn't care less about the reasons but he was in a rather irritated mood.

He didn't bother looking up when the nuisance closed the door with a quiet thud, he had never found pleasure in feigning interest in something pesky anyway. Footsteps slowly came closer, faltering for a moment, before almost reluctantly approaching his desk where they waited.

He wasn't hurried and it was only when he had the last of his notes diligently jotted down with spidery handwriting, that he deigned to acknowledge the person in front.

Fear was something all his little patients today seemed to have in common. Fear of him, to be precise, and that shred of amusement was more or less the only thing that kept him from losing his mind amidst all the coddling he was expected to do.

You weren't any better, the distance you kept to his desk bigger than absolutely necessary as you eyed him warily. You tried to mask your scared expression and, evidently, you failed. The only difference was, the fear made you look rather... delectable.

He gave you a sharp smile. "Sit," he ordered.

There was no chair in front of his desk and you scampered to get one from the far end of the room before lowering yourself on it.

He could see you shaking when he fixed you with his gaze - not that you could see his eyes anyway, where would be the fun in that, but you certainly felt it. The icy prickling against your skin that made your hair stand on end.

"Concluding from your composure, I assume you want to leave this room just as quickly as I want to end this.. little charade of playing therapist," he drawled at last, deliberately interlacing his fingers with each other.

"I... yes, Lord Harbinger. I mean! No! I wouldn't dare-" The look of surprise on your face quickly became one of terror but Dottore simply waved you off.

Even if he couldn't deny the spark of pleasure he felt at the power he had over you.

"I assure you I'd feel more offended if you overstayed your welcome. Now, clearly you have something of immense importance that you want to share with me. Do begin."

You were silent for a moment, trying to find the words to start - and you had to understand, Dottore was really trying to be patient with you, but you were making it quite difficult for him and yourself. If he threatened to experiment on you a little, maybe to cut you open, make you ingest strange concoctions, would that make you talk faster?

As it turned out, that wasn't necessary. Slowly, words left your mouth as you gathered the courage to speak your mind. Certainly, a most dramatic story. He was sure.

Not that he was listening.

But you didn't notice. It was as if a dam had broken, tears beginning to pool in your eyes. The relief to finally tell someone about everything that had taken place, even if that someone happened to be the feared Second Harbinger, it made you want to trust him with your vulnerable state.

"Hmm..." The sound was thoughtful yet non-committal as he wrote down an annotation. Pretending to be paying attention, his mind was focused on the pain in your eyes instead. The forlornness. The desperation in your voice. He felt his pants grow tight.

Usually he had himself under better control than this. But how could he be expected to not get aroused by your suffering if you were looking this pathetic. How could he be expected to keep his hand on the table instead of letting it wander down to palm himself over his bulge, if the sounds you made clearly begged him to do so?

Ah, perhaps he should make you reenact your trauma with the false promise that he'd treat you, make you associate the feeling of hurt with him. Have him be the cause of your tears and then make you watch him jerk off to your sobbing. That would most certainly prove to be very delightful.

You were still talking, opening your poor little heart, painfully oblivious to the groan that caught in Dottore's throat when his gloved fingers finally wrapped around his cock. He was hard already, precum staining the dark fabric.

Oh, how would you react if he'd lean over the table right now, grab you by the neck and make you kiss him. Have your tears and spit smear over your face as he'd bite down on your lip and suck your tongue into his mouth. Surely you'd cry even harder if he pushed you on your knees, pressing your messy cheek against his clothed bulge as he'd have you tell him all about your little fears and anxieties, caressing your hair as he'd whisper hushed promises about how he was going to play on every single one of them - because, really, how else could you ever hope to overcome weak little you - before making you beg for the honour of sucking his cock.

When he came, it was to the quivering of your lips and the quiet sobs filling the room. His expression didn't change, the arrogant smile on his face as calm as ever as he wiped the cum off his gloves, still pretending to listen to your ramblings.

When you eventually made to leave, you were weak on your legs - the emotional turmoil having taken its toll on you. A whispered "thank you" - and didn't that feel strange, thanking the very person you were once so very reluctant to encounter - before turning to make your way to the door. But Dottore waved you back.

"I'm not yet finished with my examination of your condition. Show me your tongue."

Confused, you complied, opening your mouth as he grabbed you by the chin to angle your face upwards. With his thumb he pressed down on your tongue and for a moment he felt tempted to let a glob of spit fall right down your throat, knowing that you'd have no choice but to swallow.

"Indeed, as I expected," he mused, savouring each word, "you appear to be... healthy otherwise."

He'd content himself with leaving the taste of his cum on your lips. For now.