#so royalty coded

[rafasbiscuits]

✨Roger Federer✨ That's it. That's the caption.

[its-everything-oclock]

Its giving: The Prince and his Princess✨️

THE WAY HES LOOKING AT HIM😭

[krasivaa]

Russian cossacks carrying Tsarina Alexandra Feodorovna from launch; Tsar Nicholas II and their son and heir Tsarevich Alexei are in background.

[alberichfanpage]

Guys I think I joined a vampire cult

[hilarioushilarity]

all of you said that Simon's outfit for Wille's birthday was terrible but no gif or impassioned text post could've prepared me for just how bad it is

[moe-broey]

Also just such a small thing but like. In the F!Lumera FBs when Henriette and Ashe are waiting on backup from Alfonse, and Alfonse is the only one she mentions by name. Like yeah I could be reading into that, maybe he's on his own, maybe it's just shorthand like "Eh they come in twos no need to mention them both it's unspoken/expected that if Alfonse is here, Sharena is close behind him" like. Idk idk that barely tracks for me actually cause personally unless if I'm speaking about a specific sister, I'm always saying "my sisters" or saying both of their names. And esp before getting their own places, the two of them v much felt like a set.

Idk idk just weird to me. I think we should blow her up with our minds

[prince-of-orchids]

Oh to be part of your security detail as we travel to and from a neighboring kingdom. We stop to make camp during the journey. Oh to volunteer myself when you say you'd like some privacy to wash in the nearby stream. We can't have you *completely* alone, now can we. What if some big, strong beast got ahold of you. You'd be utterly defenseless. Worry not, your majesty, I shan't leave your side, loyal as I am, but I dare not peek.

Following you deeper into the woods, casting my eyes towards you as you undress in the moonlight. Watching your skin glisten with drops of water in the dark. I can hardly control myself. I think of the fairy tales that speak of beautiful nymphs who bathe in ponds and streams and curse those that lay eyes upon them. I wonder, if you caught me gawking, what my punishment would be.

-🪓

The neighboring kingdom is thankfully but a few days of travel away. And yet it still didn't take long for the hours and hours of travel to create an uncomfortable layer of sweat and grime. We've already stopped to make camp for the night, so surely it is of little issue to excuse myself to the nearby stream and clean up a bit. The safty-minded protest from the knights of my entourage is nonetheless to be expected, and your choice to volunteer even more so. You wear discipline well, and yet I'm sure I'm not the only one who's noticed the way you always make your way to my side while we're on horseback, or how at night you place your bedroll just a tad closer than a respectful distance. All under the guise of simple, dutiful protectiveness of course, anything else would be quite the scandal.

My gait is confident as I walk ahead, never needing to turn and reassure myself of your presence. The stream itself is serene, with only the light rush of water breaking the silence. Without prompting you've decided to stand vigil by the treeline, far enough to give some sort of privacy but close enough to respond quickly should there be danger. I reiterate the terms of this supervision to you, and of course you assure me that your attention lies solely on keeping a watchful eye on our surroundings.

It takes a few minutes to divulge myself of all my cloth layers. Typically, some attendant would be available to assist, and as I fumble with the numerous zippers and ties I'm almost tempted to call you over. But I don't. You've pushed the boundaries of your station before, harmoniously fitting your desires right along your unwavering loyalty. And so I wait for whatever snapping twig or rustling leaves causes you to shift your gaze in my direction under the guise of assuring my safety. Already I've twice noted the cursory sweep of your eyes.

The stream is deep enough to allow me to brefily dip under, then to rise back up and push the hair from my face. Thankfully the water is a comfortable temperature, borderline heavenly after days on the road. I happily hum as I cup the water in my hands and letting it run down my arms and chest. Stretching to expose the contours of my body as I run another pass of water through my hair with a sigh of relief. You know as well as I that I've never seen a hard day of work. Thus my skin remains a smooth pale canvas, only now dotted with shining droplets that reflect the bright moonlight and faint dappled shadows from the overhanging trees.

With just the rightly timed turn of my head I look to you. Oh yes I've seen you before with open eyed devotion before, just as I've seen half-lided lust. But there's a certain sense of wonderment there now that I can't help but ponder the source. A rabbit you say, just missed it as it ran beneath the brush, and you turn away as if that was enough to excuse being caught staring.

I was just finishing up anyway, and I trek back to the sides of the stream. I request a helping hand with redressing, and you give a slight satisfied smile as you approach. I let you drink your fill, eyes languidly moving across my body. When I ask you to kneel you do so with instinctual quickness. When I ask for you to remove the upper portions of your armor you follow through with purpose. When I tell you to lay back in the soft dirt there's a second of hesitancy before you're supine below me.

How interesting that you follow these directions with ease and yet earloer you could not avert your eyes for more than a minute despite my clear request. I am still a being of indulgence, and so I shall free you from your trousers and set myself delicately upon you. I've just cleaned up after all and it would be a shame to ruin that effort by frotting in the dirt. Having you beneath me with your hands at my hips for stability ensures I will remain as spotless as possible. And then I'd like you to take one last look because you're to keep those handsome eyes firmly shut.

You disobeyed before, and nows your chance to prove to me you can be trusted once more. You can touch any bit of skin you can reach, feel the rocking and tensing of my body around you, and hear every pleased gasp that escapes my lips. But no looking. I may greedily take in every facial expression and shifting of your body, I may even kiss it if I'm feeling so inclined. However, you must forgo those same privileges, and be satisfied with whatever touch or sound I'm willing to ground you with.

You roughly buck your hips with more purpose, seeking to press as much as yourself against me. To feel the warmth of the skin you can't see. It pleases me to see how you shift your head side to side. Unsure if you should lean away to expose your neck further to the biting kisses I place alone your throat, or to try and lean towards me and clumsily attempt to capture my lips with your own. Occasionally you'll feel the ghosts of my hands as they glide across your chest and your navel. They never stay long, always feeding into your constant anticipation as they lift up to find purchase elsewhere.

Will you still prioritize my safety, dear knight? To stretch your senses to the forest beyond, warey of outsider footsteps or the unshethijg of a weapon. Or will you instead fully yield yourself to what pleasure you can gather from my presence here?

[magicianmalpractice]

if you told me chase and cameron would eventually get together i would have believed it in a heartbeat. course, the conventionally attractive coworkers. ive seen a television show before. they get married? more of a surprise, but sure. divorced-- cool. interesting. if you had told me that the first time they have sex, cameron was high on meth that she stole from a patient because she thought she might have HIV i

[thechampagnesocialist]

↳ The Pete/Oli of it all during chapter 3 of Deify // Deicide

The Ego and His Own - Max Stirner // Succession S4E2 - Jesse Armstrong // Nikes - Frank Oceans // In the Realm of the Senses - Nagisa Ōshima

[xeneric-shrooms]

My hatched aethers gene plans + my aether scry project ^___^

[Left from right: xXx_CosmicSky_xXx, xXx_SpottedSun_xXx, xXx_BløødNøva_xXx]

I'll state again that because xXxDarkStarxXx is a name for an aether in canon lore that that's the naming convention for aethers... This silly headcanon has infected my brain and I cannot stop naming my aethers like this

[knightzp]

rtmo in the new spring lines !!!

[inknopewetrust]

𝐆𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠

When the Emperor summons you, you always answer the call. [Emperor Geta x Fem!Reader] [wc: 3.38k]

Warnings: minors DNI, smut, 18+, slight exhibition kink, pinv sex, unprotected sex (this is Ancient Rome, whores), Geta be a little submissive and possessive, corruption, dirty talk. I do not take responsibility for satan causing me to write this.

When you were summoned to the coliseum after dark, there was no questioning what be the cause.

The corridors of the great arena were near silent; distant growls and scratching claws filled its catacombs with a crawling anticipation: when the Emperor called, world at his feet quieted to hear his presence. Feeling the sands of the stage shift and meet the seats of the empty audience, there was nothing but the moonlight and wind to greet you.

You were not alone in Rome’s greatest achievement. The ghosts of the gladiators watched over the wicked as they fed off the suffering of the poor.

But when the guard left you to your devices upon the imperial seat looking over the arena, you forgot the evil that took over the man who called.

“It is quite the sight, no?”

In the silence of the amphitheater Geta’s words were quiet yet threatened to bounce off in echos. You ran your hands over the marble ledge. It’s once smooth nature lifting in bumps every inch of the glide your hand made. A gust of wind fluttered the fabric of your chiton to dance around your legs.

Geta dismissed his most loyal guard at the sight of you.

“It is different in the light,” you answered. The sand below you was not stained of blood and there was no chanting of what the Gods would decide of fate. “Peaceful… if I dare say.”

“If you were not to speak freely I would not have let my men go.”

“So there is no fear to be had here?” You turned your head over your shoulder. Barely capturing him in your vision, Emperor Geta leaned against his brother’s seat. The edge of the stone resting his body as his eyes traced you against the backdrop of his arena.

“There is no one to fear, my lady,” he spoke.

Emperor Geta was a man you had known for a long while. As children he often sought you out as a companion of play while his father helped prime himself and his brother, Caracalla, for their ascent to the throne. You, on the outskirts of royalty within a wealthy family of semi-relevant status to the Caesar, were allowed in their court as a potential wife.

The status of wife never came but it did not stop Geta from perusing you into adulthood.

It was on nights like these when the clouds floated to cover the moon and the poor laid soundly on the gravel on the outset of the building that Geta felt a need to see you, to have you for himself before the reality of morning came tumbling upon him. Weakened by his thoughts of want and bruised from a victory turned sour, his eyes shimmered in the darkness while the necessity grew.

But you knew the intent.

The one guard, never different from the last, summoning you from your villa with a coded message of: vi et animo, with heart and soul. Descend upon the place where he shall be waiting and when the act is done, as always, the same guard would see you home and little would be said between the next occasion. An invitation to sit behind him at a fight always went unanswered; the feasts in a Senator’s name would go uneaten.

You always had something to fear when a man, whom you had grown to be so utterly conflicted in lust and hatred, reigned unfairness from his palace on top a hill. The shining city of Rome was not what it once was but Geta cared for nothing except what he wanted.

And while you never accepted the invitations beyond these, the jewels around your neck, the ones that hung from your ears, and the pulsing of your heart spoke wonders for the truth within you.

Geta watched as your head turned back around and your hands curled over the balcony’s edge. His fingers rapped against the back of the chair; rings clashing against the golden adornments at the bristle of your objection.

“What summons me here?” You prompted. “Are the others not enough for you? Do they not fill your cup on nights as brutal as these?”

You were not to call the women he sought whores. They made their choices, or, they had none, but their actions did not relegate themselves to lesser. How were you any better than them? With your gold and your home and your money? You believed yourself, on the worst of nights, to be a wealthier version of what they had been subject to but unlike many of them, you let this linger beyond the reasonable time.

“I wish to think you know better than to question the call of your Emperor. You showed, after all.”

“I do not question your wants… what keeps you ticking,” you turned to rest your back away from the arena. Geta admired the wrap of your gown tightening against the stone. “You should be celebrating the conquering. Rome has just expanded. There is a celebration at the palace and yet you are here amongst the prisoners and the animals.”

“And you,” he looked pointedly.

Geta’s makeup was gone from the day. He wore a tunic of red and white with the golden laurels weaved in its fabric. The orange of his hair had gone muted in the dark.

“And me,” you agreed. “You have me here, Caesar—“

“Geta.”

You eyed him.

“Why are you playing a game tonight? You denied my invitation—“

“It is not my place,” you cut in. “I am no wife, I am not a… woman of a man’s delight. I did not wish to be an object on an arm.”

“I could have your head for such an implication,” he warned.

“You wouldn’t,” you affirmed. “No one else would be dragged here to kneel before you so willingly.”

“You want to be on your knees?”

You shook your head at him with a tick. No one would dare to speak to him like you. But you knew it bothered him in ways he couldn’t manifest. The blood rushing through his body—you challenged him in a way only he would allow you.

Geta removed his arm from the back of the seat and stepped down to you. Each step closer and closer until he came to rest directly in front of you and caged you like the animals below. Arms expanding on either side of you; his breath invading your space as his nose nicked yours. You shuddered; back piercing into the travertine not in fear but anticipation.

To be the lover of a corrupted Emperor… you had him in the palm of your hand.

“You speak so freely,” he hissed. “And yet you tremble in my presence.”

In an instant, your breathing had gone staggered. His hands drew into you. Feeling up the sides of your body as he pushed himself on you.

“The tremble is not you. It’s me.”

“I am the only one to make you feel this way, yes?”

His hands roamed freely. Geta’s thumbs rumbled up the fabric of the front of your body while his fingertips hardened against you. The plushness of your skin was melting to him. His nose tipped against your chin to turn your head upwards.

“Your Emperor asked you a question.”

“If I said no,” you breathed in as his fingers groped harder. They cupped your breasts from above and back down again. “What would become of me?”

“I’d lock you away,” he wouldn’t. “I’d see to you myself in the cells below the palace. You’d wear nothing,” you scoffed and his lip quirked up. You could feel his lips change against the column of your neck. “And when people would ask of you, they would not be allowed to see you.”

“So you would not want them to see us like this?”

He let out a low, bemused chuckle. “This is for me, us, to enjoy. But if you imagine the whole of Rome watching us, then please, my dear, listen to them.”

Geta rose his lips to your ear as his hands fell to your hips and then one of your legs. He maneuvered to grip the back of one of your thighs and opened up space for him to fall further into you. You could feel his excitement; the prodding of his want against your clothed self. His hot breath and lips danced across your cheek.

“Can you hear them? Gasping at the sight of you. It is the most beauty they have ever seen. So wet and glistening for their ruler.”

“And what of their Emperor?” Your hand came to clutch the extra fabric of his chest. His heart under your hand was picking up in paces. Beating against his ribcage while his eyes blew lustful.

“They should see their Emperor on his throne,” you commanded.

He dropped your leg and with a push from your hand on his chest, Geta stepped backwards until you pushed him to meet his throne. The seat wide for his liking, he sat upon it and grasped at the loose fabric of your dress at your hips.

“Further.” He pushed himself further back into the seat. Using the small step at the base of Geta’s seat, you lifted yourself onto him with your knees on either side.

“While he’s on his throne,” you let him pool the fabric into his hands and draw it upwards. You sat atop him and relished the way you could feel him grown underneath. “They shall see his weakness.”

“I do not have a weakness,” he growled, one hand clasping the back of your neck and forcing your face an inch from his own. You rolled your hips on him. His fingers adjusted the grip on the back of your neck and he hesitated. “I-I do not have a weakness.”

“Then what am I here for?” You asked against his lips and through his hesitancy, he gazed into your eyes before capturing his lips with yours. You sucked in a breath; cupping his head with both of your hands in strength.

Your fingers raked through his hair with a tug as his lips refused to separate themselves form yours. So desperate in want, he clutched himself on to you and your tongues melted together as one the longer he held you. One of his hands pulled on your dress and moved you forward, then tugging backwards to encourage you to grind above him. You needn’t a command to roll your body onto his.

Where your core rested on him, his erection formed against his tunic. You lined up, dragging yourself along the length of him and back. He pulled his lips away with a tug on your bottom lip. Geta bunched up your dress and watched as your cunt glided as best it could along his clothes. Each thrust painting the fabric a shade deeper he could see even in the night.

He was mesmerized. Entranced by your body—no different than the times he had taken you in the light or dusk of a day. You pussy glistened in the moonlight. Dripping with ecstasy as you only felt the outline of his cock above the thin piece that separated you.

Geta, annoyed the the amount of fabric that was your gown and released it roughly.

“Take it off,” he ordered. You huffed, unfurling it from the ties in on the side and letting it fall to the step below. Fully nude on his throne, his hands groped your ass to kiss you again.

“What of you?”

Geta simply pulled up the tunic on his chest and his cock sprung up in response. “You should know conscience now.”

“Us women do not see the same pleasures,” you meant in the form of clothing being simply. Geta quirked his head to the side and leaned it back against his seat.

He sat an awkward angle but was semi-sitting up with you on top of him. You lifted on your knees and palmed at his member with purpose. Remembering the lines and curve like the stones outside of your home, you pumped him as a grunt left his throat.

“I see that you do.”

“Not that anyone would know,” you snided.

Again, he furrowed his brows. “Do you want people to see? All of Rome to see what a woman of your stature does to me?”

“They don’t need to see, Geta,” you sighed and moved up on him. “If you wish to take a wife, that is already implied.”

“You are far too beautiful to be a wife. You are a goddess.”

“Who can only be sought in darkness.”

“That is when you come alive,” his eyes closed at the feel of his tip at the entrance of you. Moving back and forth along your slit while the wetness gathered to make his intrusion easier. The pull of your walls making room for him as you sunk down to take him whole; the claw of your fingernails into his chest at the sensation.

Your knees dug into the harshness of the chair as its girth, and his own, sent you ascending. Your back arched as his fingertips drove goosebumps along your spine. You started grinding on his cock slowly. Clit rubbing against his pubic bone, gently caressing your most sensitive bit as he gripped your hips tightly. You looked down at him prompting his stare to reach through you. It grabbed your soul and reminded you of all the reasons you kept answering his call.

Geta filled you completely. The stretch of him long and wide, your hands fell back to his knees and propelled you as you bounced on him the best your body could. He trusted up to you as the matched inside of you both struck hot and heavy. The burn of your body, the pulse of heat between your legs grew while the slick of your arousal coated his dick every time you sunk back down.

His hands bruised. They tightly gripped you as though you would slip away into the darkness should he let go. He needed to feel you in more ways than one. The digging of your nails into his skin transposed by the burn of his palms on your waist, hips, thighs, and wherever else they could touch.

“Look at you,” he praised breathlessly. “A God to a King.”

A Venus of Rome.

“My Venus,” Geta cut between his teeth. “Mine.”

His own pace superseded your own. Geta’s hips snapped up, racing a high that hit him like Cupid’s own bow straight to the heart. His pace was parading his strength he did not often show beyond words and measures. Your hands failed you on his knees and forced you forward.

Geta grabbed at your jawline, hand crushing your chin.

“You are mine,” he repeated. “No other man shall have you—as a wife nor lover.”

Your silence maddened him. He was relentless in his mission to send you to the edge. You could barely catch your breath and your chest, naked as the day you were born, rose and fell rapidly as the faint sheen of sweat washed over you.

“Do you understand me?” Geta stopped his movements and your shoulder jolted uncontrollably. He was the only one who had ever sent your body’s muscles into overdrive.

“Yes,” you nodded with his hand still grasping your jaw. “Yes, Geta.”

His eyes flicked back and forth between your own. You were truthful even if you hated him some days.

“Good,” he agreed with his own nod. “Turn around.”

“What?”

“Turn around,” Geta ordered again. “Your Emperor commands you.”

He released your jaw dismissively and let his hands fall beside his legs. You lifted yourself from him with a shiver and maneuvered yourself front facing. The arena before you, the empty spectator seats still viewing you freely in coitus. Geta’s hands roamed over your ass and up your back as you turned. He grasped himself at the base of his cock and lined up his head to you again.

“Come down,” he commanded.

You joined together as one again and you were quick to realize you had no bearings. There was nothing to hold on to, nothing to support you except what little resistance your knees could gather against the harsh seat.

As though Geta could read your mind, he drew you back. He leaned you all the way against him to where you were nearly laying as though on a bed yet still angled as though lounging on a chaise. The new angle pushed his cock to the sweetest pull, pushing against your plush walls and letting a gasp escape you in turn. Geta smoothed the sides of your body while your feet turned under you and you let your weight lay on him.

He ran over your breasts slowly. Nipples long pebbled, he squeezed the flesh and brought them up before releasing them again. Geta brought his head to incline into yours as he thrusted into you once more.

“I see their jealousy. All of them—“ the non-existent spectators “—wanting to fuck a woman like you. If they saw an Empress so bare, so exposed, what would they do?”

Geta’s tone had become selfish. His pace returned to an unrelenting finish. He pounded into you. Each snap hitting your most pleasured spot perfectly as his hands cradled you and his words filled your mind with him.

“How would they feel seeing their Emperor defile the most exquisite creature that has ever graced Rome?”

“They would all wish to be you,” you admitted. His words of praise hit you as hard as his cock. Your head tossed back onto his shoulder.

“Open your eyes, darling. Head up.”

You did as commanded—like any good subject would do.

“This will be yours,” he guided one of your hands into his and brought them both to your bud as the other wrapped around your waist. With his finger atop yours, he helped circle your clit as his end was near.

“This land, Rome, can be ours. Just ours.”

That was, if he would ever be given permission to marry and the match was fixed.

“Gladiators in your name, fighting to see your beauty. Feasts and splendor for the sake of our children…”

The familiar heat in your core began to bubble like the markings of a volcano. You turned your head to his and kissed him deeply at the thought, rubbing your clit furiously with the help of his hand and relishing the way his cock completed your body.

“I will marry you,” Geta reaffirmed as his words caught every second his hips threatened to stutter at his release. “I will marry you I swear to the Gods if it is the last thing I do.”

Maybe you believed him, maybe you did not. Yet you would feel nothing but him and only him and everything he gave you in that moment. The utter devotion and the most raw form of his propensity.

If the night were not already fallen, you saw the waves of Heaven wash over you as the eruption of your orgasm shakes you to the core. The blinding hues of what Venus had brought upon you leaving you gasping for breath. Thoughtless and wordless of promises that carry on with the shaking of your thighs and soft whispers of marriage from his lips. Geta’s own release was missed by you. Mere seconds after your own, he stilled as his hips stuttered into you and the legacy of his spent began to leak beyond where he filled you.

Geta released his hand from your own and rubbed your arms soothingly as you laid heavier on him than before. The wear of your brilliance forging his content sighs. He closed his eyes as your head knocked into his own and the two of you sat there, in the empty arena, alone as one.

“I swear to the Gods,” he assured once more. “I will make you my wife.”

And if the Gods were fair, you would know it to be true. But they have never been fair in the life you knew. So, how could they be true now?

A/N: couldn’t help writing for Geta. The men of gladiator have me in a chokehold. Thanks for reading and while it isn’t required, reblogs and comments help writers the most! ♥️ [not proof read yet]

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

@softgirlgonehaywire

my lover who lives far by Camille T. Dungy

[greenlaut]

the four hunters 🗡🌿

extras + rambles below cut

yipeee i finally finished this illustration 🎉🎉

this is my personal take on the hunters gang (we will ignore that boromir died). honestly, i had a lot of fun thinking of the designs.

had to bring back my aragorn with his silly braid and blue hair ribbon. he's a ranger for most of his life, so he'd definitely go for practicality and what he's already familiar with—so no armour nor gambeson. he probably had a small fight with elrond before they left for the quest; where elrond tried to make him swap his gear for better, newer ones and aragorn just adamantly refusing because he's a lot more familiar (and more comfortable) with his own. which is why he's wearing tattered and worn rags. his red tunic is the only new thing he allowed elrond to swap to a new one. boromir definitely got exhasperated and somewhere down the line, he loaned aragorn his pair of arm bracers.

boromir (and faramir's (not featured here)) design changed a lot since the past years. it's a mash-up of both movie!boromir and lore accurate book!boromir. his hair is a lot darker and he has more of a storm blue-grey eyes as a nod towards his elendil ancestry. his clothing is heavily based off the movie. as for his cloak; since he's The son of gondor and denethor's favourite, i think he'd definitely get the fortune of wearing a fur cloak. the clasp has the white tree engraved on it.

gimli is by far my favourite. i always wanted to draw my take of gimli in his regalia. as a dwarven royalty, i think he'd groom his hair and beard really well, and he would've put on a lot of accessories to show his status. but since he's on a quest, he's not fully decked out in jewelries—wearing very practical clothing: gambeson with chainmail underneath. also, i like the dwarven fighting style they did in the hobbit movie where they go around and knock people off with melee. so gimli got hefty arm bracers and knuckle weights to really punch the shit out of some orcs.

for legolas; i think despite being an elf, he has the factors of being (1) mirkwood elf and (2) lowkey autistic coded. so he doesn't dress "like an elf"—not that the company would've known, with how limited their interactions with elves in general already. this meant that he dressed too casually despite going on a life-or-death quest. very light leather armour to support his speed and agility. he's not even wearing boots; just a pair of tree-climbing canvas shoes that he wrapped tightly. god knows how he survived this far. he's mostly a right handed archer—but since he lived for quite a long while, he taught himself to shoot with left hand too for emergencies. since his left hand isn't as stable as his right hand, he has a left-shoulder-pad.

THEY ALL HAVE SCARS because who doesn't get scars when you're literal warriors be fr. legolas' are more faded out though, because he's old as fuck.

close-ups:

fin.

[harmoonix]

Birds of a feather🦢

~ Random Astrology Observations ~

~If my soul would be a song. This would definitely be the one. 😭💘~ I am obsessed

🪷 Pisces in your big 3 (Sun, Moon, Rising) may dream a lot about their partners or future/potential partners

🦢 Moon aspecting Venus can make the native so sacrificial in their relationships especially on the emotional part of a relationship

💘 Moon - Ascendant aspects, their sensible nature can be attractive to others, you just want to protect them and keep them safe

✨️ Not many people know this but Leo Placements are so caring in their relationships, even if they don't give that vibe

🕯 Pluto - Venus aspects can become obsessed to their partners, falling for them every chance they get

🔥 A fire Venus in the chart can love so deep that their love is exactly like an arrow striking the heart, is so unexpected but so lovely in the same time

💚 Earth Moons and Venus are the most comforting when they're together with their partners! They partners can be their safe space

💆‍♀️ Air Moons may share a common love language with their partners, especially if it involves communication

💬 Sometimes, it is hard to tell how deeply in love Scorpio Venus is. This Venus placement can be so deep even for Venus herself

🙊 Gemini Moons/Mercury/Venus may share a lot of jokes together with their partners. Their partners make them laugh a lot

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I want you to stay

Til I'm in the grave

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💯 Pisces Venus can give you the moon from the sky when they are deeply in love/they attach extremely fast (Yall know how much obsessed I am with Pisces Venus🙂‍↕️)

🫶🏼 Venus - Jupiter aspects are so 'You're my happy place' coded. Jupiter intensifies Venus love for that specific person

💖 If you plan to have a wedding and you have Cancer or Libra Venus/Moon, the honeymoon can be a beautiful experience in your life

🦭 Part of fortune in the 7th house can symbolize 'Fated Love' so much. Is such a 'to die for placement

🦋 Capricorn Placements can also attach fast to the people they love. Even if often they are seen as cold people, their love is something truly something else

🏵 Saturn in the 7th house natives can indicate not having as many relationships as others, low body count too, sometimes can even indicate the native falling in love for the first time

👻 Venus in the 10th house or 11th house can become more known for dating certain people, or become more famous because of their relationship

😹 Most times, mercury in the 5th and 7th house like to talk about their experiences with love to other people can share the same love life stories with others

💖 Venus in the 2nd house or Taurus may spoil or be spoiled by their partners, it can also be their love language to do it so

❤️‍🩹 Chiron in the 5th or 7th house can learn a lot from other people experience with love. Can stand up to help others with their romantic lives

🤍 Sometimes your 7th house sign can also tell you the season you can fall in love, for example Cancer Risings can fall in love more in winter due to their 7th house being a winter sign (Capricorn) and so many more!!

🫡 I feel like 7th house in air signs people just need a partner who can understand them deeply, to understand their needs and desires

🤖 Venus in Aquarius/11th house can fall in love on internet/dating sites. There are so many possibilities. To be honest, dating online is slowly fading away

👨‍❤️‍👨👩‍❤️‍👩 A strong Saturn/Uranus can be often found in people who are attracted to the same gender! There are charts out there who can give a lot of lgbt vibes btw!!

👸 Leo Venus/Mercury/5th, 7th or 8th house treat their partners with such good love/attention and care, like some royalty

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💌 Jupiter in the 5th house can be often found in charts of people who can marry/date people from their childhood 'we know since kindergarten or school' vibes

💣 If your partner has a fire Mars, they will often give you mixed signals during the talking stage, fire mars natives don't always know how to handle their emotions when they're in love

😗 I find north node in Libra/7th house to be such a cute placement, romantically talking, and writing this while I have Aries north node is a pain in the ass😃

🦩 Venus at 9° 21° or 9th house can travel a lot with their partners/couple - travelling a lottt! Some of them can even have blogs or media chanels where they can talk about that

🪼 Knowing the love language of someone with Scorpio Placements can be a win for life, they can love you forever for that

🦚 If your partner has Jupiter in Cancer, it can be an indicator of them having a big family and relatives

😊 Moon in the 9th house can be a good indicator of your partners family getting along with you! Good relations

😩 For some reason, I can't resist those with Pluto in the 1st/8th and 10th house natives. Something is so attractive about them

🤳 Sagittarius Moons can plan lots of trips/adventures together with their spouses/partners or even alone because they will always have that adventurous spirit

💗 Libra Rising will wait for the other person to do the first step in the relationship because if you didn't know this, Libra Risings stressed so much in their love life, so they will wait for the other to do something first

💥 Billie Eilish, who composed this song (Godess Behavior), has her Venus in the 10th house, indicating making her love life more public = writing songs about love and ending up successful

❤️‍🔥 Venus in Fire signs want a chill yet passionate love life. They're some fierce romantics, and they know it.

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How you look to me

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🤬 Mars or Aries in your 3rd house is a big indicator of not getting along with your siblings, arguing more than ever

🧗‍♂️ Venus, Sun or Moon in the 5th house can make you an addict in trying fun physical or creative activities

🧝‍♀️ Mercury rules over fantasy, mystical world, magic (to some extent), creativity is explored through your Mercury, and be proud of it

🫦 Sagittarius Placements are born with attitude, especially Rising/Mars/Venus, that person who always seems a bit more harsh

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But if it's forever, it's even better

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By Harmoonix 🤍, hope you have an amazing day 🤍🤍🤍

[seungfl0wer]

*Daddy Minho*

Daddy Series:

Bangchan | Minho | Changbin | Hyunjin | Han | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Contains Smut

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•He seems cold to others however he treats you almost like a cat.

•If you had a bad dream, he’ll hold you tightly.

•Singing as he rocks you back and forth.

•Have a bad day?

•He’s cooking your favorite meal treating you like royalty.

•He’s a big push over though, really agrees to almost anything.

•Like baking, matching clothes, dates ext.

•He just loves to spoil you and make you happy.

•He does however like pushing your buttons as much as he can.

•He thinks it’s cute getting you all riled up.

•And when he does he’s leaning himself against you, hand under your chin to make you look at him.

•”Am I getting under my kittens skin?” He’d coo.

•He loves love making you flustered in public.

•Giving you compliments or just telling how “good you’re being” in that sweet voice.

•He’s not one to shy away from stuff while you’re out.

•Again giving him attitude?

•He’ll put you in your place even if you’re around friends.

•Because you know better.

•He definitely has a collar for you as well.

•With either his name or kitten on it.

•Also likes making marks on you.

•Hickeys, bite marks anything.

•Is very jealous, and possessive.

•And he’s not one to sugar code it either

•If someone tries flirting with you he’s wrapping his arm around you.

•He’ll even pull you into a deep kiss before staring down the other person.

•”Sorry, they’re taken. If you and that little brain couldn’t tell”

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•He’s definitely getting you one of those toys to wear in public.

•He doesn’t care where yall are going.

•He loves just watching you squirm in public.

•Definitely teases you under the table while you’re out too.

•Blames you for having to take you to the bathroom and fuck you because.

•How can he not want you especially looking like that and feeling how soaked you are.

•Choking, face fucking and finger sucking.

•The big 3 that he loves.

•Talks a lot in the act. Some of his favorites.

•”I don’t think you asked to cum kitten, you know the rules”

•”That’s it- fuck yeah take my cock. Open that filthy mouth”

•”Too much? You can take it kitten- I know you can”

•”Daddy loves this filthy little hole. It takes me so well”

•Aftercare with him is alot of talking.

•He’ll ask you a million times if you’re alright.

•Checking over your whole body making sure you’re ok.

•Always has snack on the stand so you can eat.

•Also puts a blanket in the dryer so it’s warm and cozy for you.

•Will put your favorite movie or show on pulling you to his chest telling you how much he loves you.

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