#queen riding

[grandmaster-anne]

12 June 1947 Princess Elizabeth follows behind the King who is leading the procession between large crowds as they approached Horse Guards Parade for the Trooping the Colour ceremony

[sleepyminty]

Adventure time gold ass storyboards

Also this

[brewed-pangolin]

MDNI 18+

Expert horseman John MacTavish, who has a very hands-on teaching style and makes you ride the saddle in front of him for post trotting exercises.

His thick frame pressed up against your back. Hands gentle yet firm on your waist as be guides your body to rise and fall with the rhythmic movement of the mares trotting gate.

"Tha's it, bonnie. Watch 'er. Feel 'er as she moves." His instruction's smooth, deliberate. Breath soft and warm along the edge of your neck.

"Ya got it, lass. Up on th'diagonal. Jus' like tha'."

"Eyes forward. Let 'er guide ya."

Your fingers wrapped tightly around the taut weathered reigns. Textured leather broken seamlessly at the seams sliding along your palms. And his expert hands directing the ebb and flow of your hips as the chestnut mare trotted effortlessly within the fields of wheat.

-

And as a reward for your continued equine education, your Scottish horse master gifted you with a private lesson in riding a more able-bodied and robust saddle.

Leather reigns replaced with thick clumps of hair that adorned the broad plateau of his chest. Rolling your hips in tandem with his upward thrust, mirroring the diagonal rhythm you perfected only hours ago.

"Tha's it, hen. Move wit me. Jus' like I taught ya."

The rumbling growl in his voice only accentuated the overwhelming sensation of him beneath you. Feeling him pulse within your silken walls, his hands on your hips as he guided you to bounce without restraint on his throbbing cock.

"Faster, John. I wanna go faster." You pleaded. Breathless and breathtaking while riding him.

"No-,not yet," he retorted. Jaw clenched, caging a moan within his throat, panting as he continued.

"Got'a master-, the trot before you move-, to the canter."

"Then teach me, John. Please."

"Aye. I will," he grunted. Lifting your hips as he vigorously bucked up into your cunt.

"Gonnae teach ya so good, hen. Make ya mine. Make ya me-, highland rodeo queen."

Drabbles Masterlist

[trendingdrama]

baekhong being domestic is my kryptonite

QUEEN OF TEARS 눈물의 여왕 (2024)

[spittyfishy]

Ever Afters Most Wanted

[sp00ky-scary]

forgot to post these here

these are already a little outdated but like they're still cute, also Cerise was supposed to have one of those like furry hats with ears and the rly long side things, idk what they're called but I couldn't figure out how to draw it, I think she wears one of those or just has her hood up 90% of the time

[cherryvanillacolaqueen]

☆I'm In Love With A Dying Man☆

[footedhickory]

[sunfyredefender77]

if we dont get AT LEAST 69 scenes of Aegon riding Sunfyre in s2 im jumping out of the window

[walrus-tusk-615bc]

Rauru: Sonia. Sonia look at that face. Look at how she apologizes for every things she does. That is someone who didn’t have stable parental figures in her life. What kind of monster would look into those eyes and not give her a bokoback ride??

Apple picking with dad :}

[grandmaster-anne]

1981 Queen Elizabeth II and Princess Anne riding through Anmer Village, near Sandringham © Heritage Images

[ghouljams]

Can we get uhhhh

Faekonig reacting to liebling dropping the mask being tender or genuinely affectionate after a moment of anxious vulnerability for the first time around him, maybe something from trying to figure out how to manage the store has her break down a little?

The first time Liebling dropped her mask around König? Yeah it would have to be something related to the store or her personal life.

Tw: for a full on panic attack, also squint and you miss it abandonment issues, + shitty exes

You can feel the edges of an anxiety attack creeping in. Your stomach hurts, nausea rolling through you hard enough to make you wonder if your spontaneously caught a stomach bug. You check your phone, biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to bruise. Your fingers hover over your keyboard. You type and delete, type and delete. Set your phone down and rock on your heels as you lean against the counter.

It's suddenly too bright and too loud in the shop. You can feel your bones. You can feel your clothes rub against your skin like sand paper. You can feel your heart squeeze painfully behind your rapidly constricting ribs. You check your phone again, look at the time. Not even a minute since you last checked it. You open your phone again, sure you'll type something this time. Text your ex and ask them to fucking stop.

Your fingers- your hands shake, your screen unreadable behind the static buzzing in front of your eyes. You can't breathe. You want to curl up in a ball in a dark corner, and also you want to run, and also you sort of feel like you're actually dying? You set your phone face down on the counter and push the door open to the back of the shop as quickly as you can manage.

You can feel the eyes of your fae customers follow you. Monsters ready to pounce at the slightest sign of weakness. Probably aiming to eat you alive, bones and all. Your whole shop will probably be burgled while you're stuffing yourself into a corner behind one of the inventory shelves in the back. Then you'll be broke and dead. Your two least favorite things to be. At least back here no one can see you pull your knees to your chest and cry.

You heave in a breath, shuddering before your whole chest hiccups on a sob and suddenly the waterworks are flowing. God, everything is so bad. Your shop is overrun with monsters, your friends don't want to hang out with you anymore because you see monsters everywhere you turn, your ex is talking about your nudes on Twitter, you own a whole ass store that you don't want and taxes are so complicated!! You sob into your hands, trying to feel less like your skeleton is trying to shake its way out of your skin, like your heart has completely stopped beating. Hell, you barely can breath enough to sob with how tight your chest is.

There's a soft click as the door to the shop latches, you don't hear it over your absolute despair. You do hear the soft rustle of fabric as König sits down next to you. Feel his hands as they grip your shoulders and pull you out of your fetal position to rest against his chest. He curls around you like a huge protective teddybear, arms and legs bracketing you(small and safe and warm) with his lips pressed to the top of your head. You don't know if he pumps you full of his warm calming magic or if it's the way your ear presses against his chest but his heartbeat fills your perception. Steady, even, slow and calm.

"It's alright Schatz, I have you," he murmurs into your hair. You grip his shirt and press closer, curl up into your ball again and let him squeeze you tight. He keeps repeating it, that you're safe, you're alright, he's here and won't let you go. Everything you've always hated to be told, everything you've never believed. König doesn't lie, can't lie. You think that's why his voice settles you so well.

You hate crying in front of people, hate feeling so powerless, so worthless, around other people. So, why are you letting König comfort you?

He smells good, like dirt and crisp autumn air, like dead leaves and rain. You press your nose against him and breathe. You don't know why it's OK for König to be here, maybe it's because he seems to actually care for you, maybe it's because you can't string together a thought long enough to tell him to leave, but he's helping. You stay like this for a while, wrapped up in König's arms, breathing in his scent, listening to his heartbeat. Just until you don't feel like you're dying.

"Don't tell anyone I cried," you mumble, trying not to wipe your nose on his shirt, probably your least favorite part of crying.

"Your heart rate was too elevated for just tears," he tells you evenly, smart-ass.

"Don't tell anyone that either." You take a quiet moment for yourself, fingers toying with a loose string on König's shirt. "Can we stay like this for a while?" You almost hope he doesn't hear you, pathetic. König nods, you can the way it moves your head a little as well.

"As long as you need Liebling, any time you need. I won't let anything hurt you." Big promises, you think, ignoring the weight it settles in your chest.

[scripted-downfall]

The fact that Perky's Buds of all episodes comes right after Honey Queen and right before Abstinence Camp is so wild. "Here, have a fun little story about magic weed and a vaguely cultish flock of birds! Yeah, it'll fit so naturally right between the serious, lore-heavy episode about a homicidal beauty pageant for the eldritch incarnation of horror and the hour-long critique of abstinence-only education and shame as a motivation!"

[jojo-schmo]

[The Forgotten Land Roleswap: Extra]

The stranger from another land has proven a valuable and welcome presence in the Beast Pack since Clawroline allowed him entry. Leongar can’t deny that. But even though he trusts the Queen with all his heart, he can’t help but quietly wonder about some things he’s noticed…

[daenerysies]

steve and harry trying to make actual ‘legal’ arguments as to why the blacks are in the right, eve calling the greens annoying, “they’re all just a bunch of knobs and they need their heads being knocked together.” harry, phoebe, and bethany reaffirming how much they all love each other as a family, bethany and matt proclaiming their thirst for violence towards the greens, emma’s “we all have madness on our side, AND a powerful naval presence ofc.” team black is such a fun team when you don’t have an annoying bitch in your ear yelling about how bOrInG they are.

[cherryvanillacolaqueen]

☆Lost But Now I Am Found☆