#TEMPTRESS MOON

[roseillith]

TEMPTRESS MOON (1996) dir. CHEN KAIGE

[cinematicjourney]

Temptress Moon (1996) | dir. Chen Kaige

[anamon-book]

花の影 エース ピクチャーズ株式会社 LE CINEMA. Bunkamura Shibuya TOKYO 監督：チェン・カイコー／撮影：クリストファー・ドイル／出演：レスリー・チャン、コン・リー ほか

[cinemajunkie70]

A very happy birthday to the eternally beautiful Gong Li!

[junglejim4322]

Temptress Moon (1996)

[lovelykhaleesiii]

Aegon is the best big brother to his sweet sister, who is in third trimester of pregnancy; not only does he help her relieve the feeling of her heavy breasts by sucking on her tits greedily like a babe, he sometimes helps the aching feeling between her legs by sticking his cock, tongue or fingers in her cunny

Such a good brother, especially when she’s not even his wife

Blood of my Blood.

PAIRING: Older!Brother!Aegon ii Targaryen x Little!Sister!Fem!Reader

WORDS: 1,715.

WARNINGS: incest to the max, implied affair [Aegon is the father of the child], age gap [reader is of mature/consensual age], lactation kink, pregnancy kink, slight reference to breeding kink, p in v sexual intercourse, possessive!Aegon, swearing.

A/N - now I NEVER write brother x sister tropes even in the ASOIAF universe just because it’s not really my cup of tea, but this ask sparked something very very feral in me. I might make a neice x uncle version of this or a Daddy Aeg x daughter!reader version.

credit to the owners of the images.

Curse the Gods who afflicted the journey of motherhood, for it could be such a gruelling thing... Heading into the final few moons of your first pregnancy, you had never felt such intense discomfort in your life. Your beloved mother, Queen Alicent, had informed you of such grievances, although with little empathy for her pregnancies had been quite embracing and facile. Your eldest sister, Helaena, having already given birth to a set of twins, now in the early stages of her current pregnancy with your elder brother, Aemond, could somewhat console you, becoming an anchor of support.

It was Aegon, your eldest of the siblings, that you seemed most attached to, for it was Aegon that granted you bliss in your pregnancy, more so than your absent husband, some delinquent lord of the Vale. You had argued your way with your mother, and batted your eyes to your father, begging you to stay in King's Landing, in familiar territory with the finest maesters at hand. More so, it was Aegon who had plotted with you this essential plan.

"Do you truly think that the maesters of the Vale and that imbecile you call husband will keep you safe and satisfied, dear sister? Not in the least... But I can."

Aegon's temptress of a tongue was convincing alone, although it had been his merciful gestures of chivalry that kept you sane and grounded. Easing your aches and pains of expecting, Aegon became your sole beacon of ease, like the formidable arms of a warrior and you, the damsel he heroically carries.

"Do they ache again, sweet sister?"

The softness in his husky, drowsy voice breaking the silence of the chamber, woke you whole from your half-hearted daze. You had both succumbed to slumber [often Aegon insisted that you remain closely by his side, even in bed] what felt like hours long ago, and yet through the ginger firelight, by the open window, night remained swallowing the sky.

"Mhmm-" You uneasily stir: weakly trying to muster enough strength to sit yourself upright: however, with the sheer, bulging mass of your grown belly you visibly struggled until Aegon's efforts of pulling you effortlessly upright ended your dilemma.

"Want me to help, princess?"

His calloused, thick hands began to rub small, soothing circles against your lower back, knowing the babe inside exerted much pressure on your lower spine: its weight growing more rigid with each passing month.

"You've helped me enough, Aegon. I mustn't ask more from you... If this state is any indication of me being a mother, consider me a terrible one," You defeatedly utter, one hand stretched from behind supporting your upright position, whilst the other softly caressed at the protruding temple of your clothed belly.

"Don't speak like that, Y/N, dearest. This is your first babe, you must understand your body is adjusting. Hel suffered a great deal with the twins also, and now, look at her... You are going to be a beautiful mother, indeed. I have no doubt...C'me here."

Lightly tapping at your exposed thigh, your night gown had been pulled up just below your way with all the commotion and movement. Obeying, Aegon summoned you onto his lap, shirtless he had entered the bed, however before you could even gather motion to straddle yourself atop: he'd managed to tear away his undergarments, leaving his exposed girth, reddened at the tip with excitement. Modestly covering himself with the sheer, ivory linen.

"Right now?" Your snappy tone vicious, however Aegon remained unfazed.

"Well, little sister, if I'm being quite frank it seems you've been dreaming quite vividly... Do you not hear the moans and pleas that escape your lips in sleep, crying out for me, begging... Want your elder to sate you, is it? Was that babe growing inside of you not enough, you wish me to spoil you some more, hmm?"

"A-Aeg- We shouldn't..." You meekly whimper, a surge of heat coursing through your face, certain your cheeks had grown scarlet with shame.

"All you had to do was ask."

His dark voice a low growl, like some concealed predator eager to ambush. Aegon's motions remained in contrast, tender and cautious, easing your delicate and sensitive frame over his wide, gelatinous thighs. A scorching sensational painfully heightened sent lightning bolts in waves throughout the entirety of your body, shuddering with excitement as your aching cunt eased itself over his pulsating cock. It had been a while since you had been intimate with Aegon like this, prior to the pregnancy in fact: the changes your body had undergone since were bracing and raw.

Feeling the tensity beneath and the heat as you began to bob ever so slowly and sensually over Aegon's tense, fat cock: feeling its hard tip hitting at your cervix [you had hoped rather than the babe]. Your tight walls overstretched, desperate to adjust to his girthy width, you swore to yourself it had never felt this stimulating ever before: every primal sense in your body, every fibre of your being resisting the urge to collapse into a faint against Aegon's soft chest, gripping onto the bare, pale skin of his broad shoulders for dear life.

"That's it, rūs [baby], doing so-so well. It hurts I know, but Daddy's gonna make you feel so much better. Keep going, princess."

Head rolling back in admiration, you felt the intensity from between your inner thighs beginning to lessen, a wetness pooling between, coating the friction to ease the motions. Your hands release their strong hold over him, as your eyes began to wonder over his body, you had immediately noticed the raw, reddened marks lashed across his ivory skin. To avoid any more damage, you guide your relaxed hands up towards Aegon's short strands.

Tugging and playfully pulling at the loose, platinum locks, whilst Aegon's face remained buried, eagerly lapping at your petal-like skin on the base of your neck. One strong arm snaked around your back, gripping you firmly by the neck providing some lumbar support, whilst the other strategically untied the knots of lace at the front of your night gown, exposing your voluptuously full tits. Hardened nipples raw and perky, even as Aegon teasingly flicked at your tit with this thumb, a grimace forming across his handsome face you felt against your skin: kneading the swollen, plump flesh with his palm, you instinctively squirmed and moaned with such debility.

"Seven Hells, you are so fucking full, dārilaros [princess]. This babe is going to be so spoiled. Such a good Mumma, already eager with milk for the bub... Could feed the an entire realm, Mumma."

"J-Just you A-Aeg. Only you get to taste this sweet m-milk before the babe. T-Tell me how good I taste," Stuttering whimpers mottled between mouthful of moans echoed between the dense walls of Aegon's royal chambers. His fat cock still buried and plunging itself deeply inside of you, penetrating against your already tainted and filled womb, Aegon's hand cupped at your breast from beneath. Lifting your tit upwards, latching his mouth tightly against its curvature peak.

"Mhmm- Keep going big boy... M-Making me feel s-so good, A-Aeg. H-Have your full."

The imminent relief your occupied tit began to succumb to, felt like a blissful dream. You felt your breath could finally release, not hitched against your throat from the sheer agony of feeling it was about to burst. The milk you intently sensed, lusciously pouring into Aegon's ravenous mouth, his plump, moist lips suckling at your skin, totally encompassing the nipple in its entirety. His teeth lightly gnawed at your flesh, however, it was a pleasant sensation nonetheless.

"So w-warm and fresh- Gonna f-fill me up so fucking much. P-Poor princess... The weight of these, the copious a-amount- I-I'm greedy for you. Sh-Should've fucked you earlier in your womanhood... Drenching your w-womb of my seed, till we fill the keep i-if need be. M-Mother would rather enjoy it."

Aegon, famished like a destitute of the realm, bathed his taste-buds of your milk from one breast and onto the other: regaining his breath between each as he felt inclined to credit your production. Descending his face down once more, he spared no further second wasting away, as he continued to fervently feed, like a man starved of pure water.

"Th-The el-eldest you may b-be, such a b-big baby y-you are. S-So needy for me, huh? A-Always needing t-to take me, m-make me yours. Every bit of me... Is devout t-to you, A-Aegon."

As if your breathless, sensual words had struck a chord in him, a man gone mad with a fever. His hold on you had tightened, his mouth suckled deeper, tugging at the flesh of your bosom, whilst his cock felt it had grown a size more inside of you. The wet mess coating between your inner thighs now glazed all over Aegon's plump lap, expressed no denial of his power over you, the purpose he gave to you. In theory and practice, you felt your body collapsing into a bliss, a shudder of ecstasy waved through your feeble body as you screamed for Aegon, a gush of your wetness coating all over his stiff cock buried inside. Only to be met with Aegon's mutual appreciation of your vulnerability and submission towards him.

"That's it, baby. Such a beautiful woman... Gevives [beauty]. You honour me with this holy act. You privilege me to your womb, your body and your life... Skorkydoso kostagon nyke mirre deny ao mirros? [How can I ever deny you anything?]."

Easing yourself off of Aegon, your limp, frail body tiresome and relieved of such exploits endured. Aegon knew better than to leave you to your own strength, as absent as it was: carrying you over towards your empty side of the bed, still laying you closely against his natural warmth.

"Continue to serve me, brother. And I shall pay it back 100 times over... And besides, if it had not been for your mischief many moons ago, I would not be in such a state. Although, I wouldn't have it any other way, Aegon... I love you."

"Avy jorrāelan [I love you], my dearest, sweet little sister. Continue as you are and I might have to fuck another babe in you once more to teach you a lesson or two."

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[esoteriamaya]

ASTROLOGY EDITION - THE SENSUAL APPEAL OF THE NAKSHATRAS

Hey, so I've been more focused on the nakshatras lately.. and love getting into how sensual, flirtatious, raw and powerful some of the nakshatras could be. I may start this off with just the nakshatras itself, focusing on the sign and its energy as opposed to the planets in each of these naks. So yeah. Lets get into it ;)

So first is up, Hasta. There the ones who really inspired me to do this so here we go.

Hasta - Delicate. Refined. Opened Hearts. Very sensual beings who know how to ease you into to their souls. They have a replenishing auras that could fulfill the desires of another. Oop, did I say that? They are indeed the temptress, the ones that will make you fall in love with, as they know you will never get anything from the in return. Having been hurt in the past, they usually carry themselves with a tight armor, only this time they know they wont have to... Because someone will always take the bait ;)

Hastas are truly amazing at crafting their hearts into the desires that they want. So much so, they'll utilize their sex appeal in order to get what they want. Very smart, coi and productive... Their like the jaguar you dont see coming. They always get what they want, because others are more than likely to give to the hastanian babe whenever they please.

Rohini - Ooooooh! They are sooo seductive. They have a quiet temper that is aroused when the right soul meets into their arms. They're only lovers for the plot. If it gets too deep and on the wrong foot then their outta here. Sorry busta!If you don't give it to them the right way, then they won't be here for long. They are only here for one purpose, and that is to fulfill their desires in more ways than one. Like their hasta friends, they know how to go for what they want, and they'll get it by any means necessary.

There temptress powers they carry can attract an audience if they let it. There touch can last for hours, penetrating into the skin like magic. They are the doorway to salvation. Pleasure is their profound language. It is a blessing and a curse to be this type of delight. A special occasion, they keep anyone anyway who is not deserving of their love.

Anuradha - I feel like this one deserves a round of applause ONLY because they do not share these gifts so easily. The people could want more but that isn't enough. Once they get a hold of your tempting magic people will definitely try and take you to the pits of hell. So its kept in a jar, locked away for a while until the anuradha babe is ready to go for the kill. When she wants it, she will. And when mama's hungry, shes gonna eat ;) Siren-like eyes that can penetrate into your soul. It can spook you ;) But all the Anuradha wants is to entice, it is how she gets what she desires. She has a flow that is naturally pulling like the Jyestha, we don't know what it is but its powerful, convincing, and its rare. The anuradha is the type to pull yu in, to the point that when she catches you in her spell.. she will eat you alive. Its better to stay away if you dont want to be bit, but her allure is just so damn powerful. It'll have you begging for more.

Krittikas - Their raw sexuality will pour into your skin, and before you know it.. they've already gotten you into their mini web. Darling.. the ones who where this nakshatra on their sleeves use every bit of their power to seduce the right one.. sometimes it catches others too. There striking presence keeps the others wondering where have they been all of their life. The one who moves to the beat of their own drum, tameless. It is why so many try to focus on wooing you in order to make you into what THEY want you to be.. and you beat em at their game every time. The seductive prowess they carry show a reflective force from the moon down to the sun, with its rays being so powerful it has everyone looking at them.. waiting to explore what is deep inside the krittika, only to be found later in their dungeon. Taking their souls, and never to be heard of again.

Shravana - They have a very powerful aura that pushes the narrative about themselves. They have the gift that keeps on giving. They know what to do with their seduction, its the one that gets them the highest bidder! What shapes you, is the power of the mind, the soul and the spirit. So they do themselves the diligence to create from within, and not without. They are hungry to learn more about their presence as their gifts connect to the souls of thousands.. What I mean is that these babes have a gift of opening up the godlike force that many try to emulate.. but many can't do. There seductive prowess inspires thousands to watch them as they watch to the shravana native, craving for their affection.. As they can be so very giving, but with a price. It all comes down to them wanting to be at the top, and they'll whatever they can to get it. It comes with a sense of ease, and they'll choose their favorite worshiper to teach ;)

Mula - HOT HOT HOT!!!!!! They don't even know how deep this goes.. but they penetrate into your skin with no effort. There gift is in spiking you with their mind, and leading you in with their heart.. They know how to entice you into doing for them and fitting to their needs.. You wont even blink an eye and yet wont even care. You'll just be glad to be in their presence is all. They have a special aura that most find pretty enchanting, and their souls spark a conversation one what makes them so unique.. because most people are mystified by them and begin to take notes.. but they will never know what that is to be exact. Which is what makes their seductive prowess just that damn good. It exists for them and them alone.. if they decide to share this with you consider yourself LUCKY.. Because they like you more than the rest, and who they are and how they carry themselves is a gift you when they want to share it.. Whew.. they'll really touch you in ways you won't forget.

I will post on the rest of them soon. Let me know in the comments how you feel about the nakshatras !!

[natalyarose]

𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷𝓼 - 𝓐𝓬𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓕𝓮𝓮𝓵 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮

Hi, and happy Bharani season to all :) I've been working on this analysis for days not necessarily because it took long to write, but moreso because I could write endlessly on Venus Nakshatras & it took me a lot of time to organize the stream of info I'd written in a more adequate manner. I hope this piece is enjoyed & informative to someone 🩷

In this piece I'm going to be diving into Venus's themes of dancing along the line between pain & pleasure, and the artistry and beauty that is born from the merging of these two extremes.

𝓖𝓵𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝓑𝓸𝔁 𝓫𝔂 𝓟𝓸𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓭 𝓪𝓷𝓪𝓵𝔂𝓼𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓵𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓸 𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓝𝓪𝓴𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓼

The song 'Glory Box' by Portishead is the song that inspired me to write my first song and take it truly seriously.

It's just such a sensual, classy, sexy, beautiful masterpiece. Though beyond that, the meaning portrayed in the song & music video speaks to my soul so vividly. I always was enchanted by this track, but seeing the music video brought it all together for me and the meaning just 'clicked'.

'I'm so tired, of playing playing with this bow and arrow I'm gonna give my heart away leave it to the other girls to play for I've been a temptress too long just give me a reason to love you give me a reason to be a woman... I just wanna be a woman'

Everything about this song, this video just screams Purvashadha & Venus. Even the line 'playing with this bow & arrow' lol- sidereal Sagittarius much? I wouldn't be surprised if Purvashadha is directly connected to Cupid.

I'm going to go a bit freeform in my interpretation of the song & video, but I think I've got the 'right' grasp of the idea portrayed:

The music video depicts people in a vintage style office setting & old fashioned, very professional 'uptight' attire. It is boring and in a sense drab, but we see life in the subtle expressions & communication. There is flirtation, but it is secretive. There is an an expectation to be professional, to be 'proper'.

There are clips of Old Hollywood-esque people having drinks, enjoying themselves. We get sporadic visuals of the singer (Beth Gibbons, Purvashadha Sun, likely Uttarashadha Moon; Uttarashadha being prominent in music), dressed beautifully & glamorously performing on the tv, looking almost pained in her beauty & artistic display of emotion.

This song speaks to the desperation to be free and sensual as a woman, or just as a soulful human being in a world where there are responsibilities and expectations to keep up an image, 'play the game' in society. The desire to 'be a woman' and express your feminine energy authentically, dress up, be emotional & sensuous, indulge in pleasure and break free from social/circumstantial limitations. However, the pain and friction between two worlds almost makes the longing and lust for the person/life you desire even more intoxicating.

Venusian desire & artistry is so intense, in the corporate world Venus ruled individuals often find themselves needing to reign in their passion, and even punishing themselves for it.

I think I first started listening to this song when I heard it in a reel that was again, extremely Venusian! I would credit it, but I think this just was a circulating video & I have no clue who the originator was. The dude (Gene Kelly) has Purvashadha Moon & Purvaphalguni ascendant. Just look at the suave-ness of Venus men lol :

There's so much more I could write about this specific song and the nature of Venus, but ima try to stick with the 'k.i.s.s' (keep it simple, stupid!) principle.

I always thought that this song & message is such a perfect piece of art to demonstrate Venusian nature, but I will note that Beth's Uttarashadha Moon definitely intertwines in terms of the message this song communicates. Uttarashadha being the height of the Sun (a 'masculine' energy) is very on par with the experience of wanting to be feminine in masculine dominated fields/with traditionally masculine expectations upon you. We could see this as almost like a conflict of interest between Beth Gibbon's Purvashadha (Venusian, feminine, romantic, beautiful) Sun and her Uttarashadha (ambitious, masculine, stoic) Moon.

𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼𝓲𝓪𝓷 '𝓑𝓸𝓻���𝓭𝓸𝓶' & 𝓛𝓸𝓷𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓰

You can often tell when a Venusian is behind a song or art piece because the vocal tone, writing style and or colour choice emanates this distinct attitude: sexy, raunchy, articulate... & often kinda bored or reflecting an unhappiness with the way the modern/current state of the world is. Especially in Purvashadha Nakshatra, there is often an intense idealisation of the past and 'old times', reflecting Venus Nakshatra patterns of longing for things they can't yet have and shaping their world view around that desire. This definitely speaks to the way Tropical Earth signs (especially Capricorn) are seen being drawn to old, vintage & prestigious relics of the past. This is in part due to Ketuvian Nakshatras residing within Tropical Earth signs, but it is also Venus Nakshatras' placement. Venusian elitism is possibly best observed in idealisation of the past- something so exclusive that nobody can actually go back to it & mainstream society often disregards it.

Venusians can exist in this state of boredom and embody this energy, this aura that almost reads 'impress me, peasant' lol. Feed me grapes & fine wine while I lay adorned in jewellery on a velvet chair- then we'll talk.

This is where Venusian Nakshatras classic pickiness, elitism & in some cases classism (and all the other isms lmao) comes in.

I once read that men can be attracted to women who look bored, disinterested or detached, because they take it as a challenge to be the one to impress her and light her up- very Venusian. It kinda explains (some) men's misguided efforts to impress women who are very clearly not interested. We see this in nature too- peacocks (and other birds), for example lol; the male peacock flamboyantly attempting to impress the female, and more often than not she is disinterested- female peacocks are a tough crowd man.

You can always spot Venusians by their expression & overall demeanour- they leave you feeling like 'I admire you, but I'm kinda scared of you and feel like you're judging me at the same time' lol. The irony lies in the fact that while yes, Venusians can be extremely critical of others, their 'judgy' expression often has more to do with the fact that they're always judging themselves. Harshly critiquing themselves like a piece of art. Venusians can find it veryy hard to feel they are 'good enough', the same way an artist never feels the painting is truly done.

Sophia Loren, Purvashadha Asc | Blake Lively, Purvaphalguni Moon | Donna Summer, Purvashadha Sun & Purvaphalguni Asc

daddy Ted Danson, Purvashadha Sun | Audrey Hepburn, Bharani Sun | Johnny Depp, Purvashadha Moon

admittedly, Audrey & Johnny boi come across a little softer to me due to their other placements, but they still definitely have the look/energy. My Bharani mama was a master of this look, & I always thought she looked a little like Donna Summer.

While Venus women embody this choosiness & unapproachability, Venus men can take on that role of wanting to be the ones to impress the woman they've set their sights on, 'wow' her.

However, that being said, Venusian men are also often very picky themselves. Venusian men and women alike are seldom impressed by aesthetic beauty alone and place a lot of importance on internal value. They often crave exoticism & uniqueness in women. Venus in our charts represents what we value & find beautiful. In a way there is more value in something or someone who is rare.

When Venusian men do find a girl they really like, they can be extremely persistent and there are a lot of cases where Venusian men will successfully initiate a relationship with a woman who wasn't initially interested by genuinely winning her over with his dedication, adoration & direct pursuit of her.

In terms of aesthetic appearance, Venusians (again, men & women) tend to have a preference for natural beauty in some way too. Femininity often refers to an energy of being flowing & receptive rather than performative or immensely exuberant. It's not uncommon to see Venus women forgoing 'performative' femininity and embracing raw female beauty. No makeup, allowing body hair to grow, messy hair, not being afraid to look 'beautifully dishevelled'- yet never necessarily unkempt. Imperfectly perfect, like a piece of art.

This is why Mars Nakshatras tend to be the women most prominent in the world of makeup and glamour. The curation and forceful manipulation of the body to look a certain way is 'masculine' in a sense. Like the way mankind manipulates & curates nature. Although there are two sides to this coin, as Venus Nakshatras can also grapple with the 'beauty is pain' idea and go to great, sometimes sadistic, masochistic lengths to achieve their ideal.

Venusians, but Bharani natives especially have a reputation for rarely smiling fully, always holding a mildly restrained expression (one of Bharani's translations literally being 'the Star of Restraint'. The Mona Lisa famously depicts this Bharani-esque expression; painted of course by Bharani Sun, Leonardo Da Vinci. It is often remarked that the painting itself isn't particularly outstanding in terms of beauty, but what makes it so charming is the mysterious aura emanated through means of the 'drab' yet earthy, sensual colour pallet & demure, vaguely amused expression. Others have remarked that the drab colour scheme brought special attention to the Mona Lisa's face, inviting us to engage with her.

Off the topic of Venusians; but Leonardo Da Vinci is also Shatabisha Moon conjunct Jupiter - Shatabisha natives, in true sidereal Aquarian fashion often receive praise for being 'ahead of their time' as Leo was indeed.

𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼, 𝓟𝓪𝓲𝓷 & 𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮, 𝓕𝓸𝓻𝓫𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓮𝓷 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮

Purvashadha is said to embody a state of wishing to return to the 'Garden of Eden', where we are one, we are divinely connected in pure bliss, beauty and pleasure. This further explains the Venusian life of oscillating between/existing with the realms of pain & pleasure.

Bharani experiences these themes through its association with 'delayed gratification' & later rewards. Bharani will work hard and go through a lot of pain to reap pleasures later on. Bharani being ruled by Lord Yama, the Vedic God of Death draws a connection between Bharani & facing your karma in your next incarnation.

Purvaphalguni experiences the conflict between pain & pleasure through the realisation that nothing can be 'perfect' and the frustration of knowing that some things are just out of their control. Purvaphalguni experiences the 'royal' quality of the Sun combined with the the sensuality of Venus- these people often take their happiness into their own hands, but run into struggles when they realise they can control themselves but they can't control other people's mistakes & external circumstances that may put a wrench in their ideals.

Purvashadha experiences the pain/pleasure theme through pining for something, shooting for the stars with some usually highly ambitious goal, and then realising all of the obstacles in the way of attaining that goal. However, Purvashadha translating to 'the invincible one' and also having the elephant tusk as a symbol (strong, unbreakable) shows how when Venusians persist in pursuit of their desires, they ultimately are successful and attain that Venusian dream life.

In my mind desire, is a result of the friction created between pain and pleasure. This is why forbidden love is so beautiful yet hurts so badly. Almost every Venusian I've ever met has some intense story of forbidden love- falling madly in love with a cartoon character that doesn't technically exist, falling in love with teachers, falling in love with someone who's dead, falling in love with someone who's an inappropriate choice due to their age, status, culture, professional role, etc.

Perhaps the most infamous story of forbidden love, is Romeo & Juliet. I had to check, & William Shakespeare is most likely (almost definitely considering the range of birth times proposed) a Bharani Sun native. (Side note that he looks kinda like Leonardo, lol)

Amidst these intense themes of romance, tragedy and longing, Venusians are very good at playing a role in their life and showing up to that role, often very ambitiously. However within them is always this gnawing desire to just- be wild and free with their passions without the pretence, without the pressure. This can sometimes express through random outbursts of frustration.

The elitism of Venus can even be somewhat of a defense mechanism. in Venus Nakshatras there is such a deep desire to experience true intimacy and bliss with another human being; that to protect this very human vulnerability they will often design some sort of system to decide who is worthy & who isn't- eg. 'I will only befriend/associate with people who enjoy this type of music'. That way there is always guaranteed common ground & allyship between them and those whom they let in, somewhat protecting their heartspace. In this way, Venusians are 'warriors of the heart' in a sense.

This longing and desperation to be united and feel that oneness, but knowing it may not be possible is often the drive for the art of Venusians in some way or another. The pure angst, the passion.

A lot of Venusians I've observed can develop an almost nihilistic worldview, or can even seem very 'boring' or overly structured on the surface- but ironically, the reason they have this view & demeanour is because they are at their core so idealistic and full of passion that it hurts. It feels easier to just close off the heart-space all together and in some cases express their passion in a strange, or abstract (or in darker cases, violent) manner because society isn't built around beauty & pleasure as much as Venusians tend wish.

This aching to feel alive & dance between pain vs pleasure can be seen in Venusian Nakshatras' tendency to self harm or self sabotage. Venusians can do wild and even dangerous things just to feel ALIVE. To Venusians, pain is worth it if it means there could be a pleasurable outcome.

More on Venusian boredom: one of Purvashadha's symbols is a hand held fan, often a symbol of gracefulness and high society, sometimes used to convey boredom (think of the classic imagery of the beautiful women with unenthused expressions on their faces watching a riveting piano recital).

𝓥𝓮𝓷𝓾𝓼 𝓶𝓮𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓰 ~𝓹𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓮𝓭~

(Refer to image below)

Venusians often look PAINED lol, the women too but especially the men. Venus men have this distinct look. A lot of the time they can be womanizers or at least pleasure seeking, but also kinda sad and troubled (more of Venus' pain/pleasure themes. In a lot of stories of Venus men, they may be womanisers in lifestyle yet always have 'that one woman' who they really can't get past and regard as their 'soulmate'.

Johnny Galecki , Bharani Sun & Purvashadha Moon - particularly in his famous role as Leonard Hofstadter in the Big Bang Theory. He pines after his love interest, Penny for yearsss, getting shot down but always persisting- eventually he 'won her over' and even got married. (Bharani's delayed gratification & Purvashadha's romantic ambition).

Johnny Depp (what's with these J names?? There's this meme that boys with 'J names' are trouble, I wonder if there's any cosmic connection with Venus Nakshatras lol) Purvashadha Moon - famous for his intense relationships with women (and substances), somewhat of a womaniser as well

Jim Morrison, Bharani Moon - stunning artist & musician of course, also a womanizer who often slept with women on the road, indulging in substances.

Charlie Sheen, Purvaphalguni Sun - in real life & in the show 'Two and a Half Men' where he quite literally plays himself, he is an infamous womaniser with a penchant for substances, partying and destructive forms of pleasure.

My partner was originally in this collage lmao because I kid you not his Purvashadha lookin self fits this collage perfectly (he's got the Jim Morrison beard and the whole shabang), but he wouldn't enjoy being on tumblr so eh.

It's worth noting that a lot of Sun men who are considered attractive to women often have Venus ruled Nakshatras through their chart also. Sun influence without Venus can make men seem very dry and not very understanding of female emotions or psychology, therefore somewhat unpleasant for women to be around.

Bottom line is Venusians, love women! Venus men love women, Venus women love women.

Anyway, as always this was toooo long and like I earlier mentioned, this is the tip of the iceberg on what I could yap about in regards to Venus Nakshatras and their influence on their natives and our world in a general sense.

Thankyou for reading :) 🩷

ps. I'm very wary of talking about planets and the whole feminine/masculine thing because I really don't want to give the impression that there is a certain polarity that is more or less ideal for a gender. It's not as though if you're a woman with Mars or Sun Nakshatras you simply are not feminine, neither does it mean a woman necessarily should be traditionally feminine. be yourself lovely people ✌️

[shalomniscient]

Feixiao sitting at her desk when you crawl into her lap, purposefully trying to distract her and rile her up. So when her patience wears out she grabs the collar of your shirt, stands up so you’re suddenly lying on your back, pinning your hands to the desk above you. All you can do is giggle because you know she’s going to give you exactly what you deserve wanted

[nsft utc]

“vixen, what do you think you’re doing?”

feixiao’s tone is carefully measured as you slip onto her lap. it would’ve been entirely innocent, if not for the lingerie you’re wearing—lingerie she picked out herself. it’s more decorative on your skin than anything actually contributing to some modicum of modesty. the fabric is a lace so delicate it’s sheer, wispy like it might just dissolve with a warm touch. feixiao can see everything, all of you; from your already-stiff nipples to the areolas a shade darker than the surrounding skin of your breast, just as equally exposed. the half of the set held up in delicate butterfly knots on your hips teases the shape of your pretty pussy, the plush flesh of your labia and the way it’s already starting to glisten with your wetness. clearly, you planned this. feixiao swallows. sets her pen down and flexes her grip around the meat of your hips. you sigh, pleased at the action—or the reaction, rather. you off her a charming, disarming smile, your finger tracing the bow of her painted lips.

“keeping you company,” you answer, eyes like a pair of glowing half-moons. feixiao snorts, rolling her eyes.

“in lingerie?”

“i like to be comfortable.”

a growl rumbles in her throat. something flickers in your eyes, dark and deep, and you grind down into her lap. a quick, sharp movement, but it has feixiao sucking in a harsh breath, nails digging into your skin. there’s an almost angry tent in her shorts, like her cock is demanding to be freed from its confines. a laugh falls from your lip like spilled honey, thick in feixiao’s ears.

“temptress,” she says hoarsely. you roll your hips again in that sinful, perfect, circle, and feixiao resists the urge to bite down into your shoulder. you coo, then lean up on your knees above her lap to whisper into her ear.

“are you tempted?” you ask, and with the space afforded by the minor change in position, your hand slips down to cup the bulge in her shorts. white flashes behind feixiao’s eyes, and her self-control that has been fraying ever since you stepped into her home-office snaps.

feixiao surges like the north wind, a jetstream, unstoppable and unyielding. she grabs your wandering hands with only one of her own, the other bracing your hip as she lifts you up only to push you back down onto her desk. you gasp, high and pitchy, only to devolve into a needy moan as feixiao bumps her clothed cock against your dripping pussy that has now utterly ruined your pretty little lingerie. feixiao chuckles low in her throat at the sight, using her free hand to drag a finger along your drenched folds, pressing the sheer fabric against your lower lips and delighting in the way it molds to the shape of you.

“is this what you wanted, vixen?” she breaths against your ear, and you shudder. you bat your lashes at her, managing a cheeky, almost bratty smile. yes. feixiao’s lip curls into a snarl masquerading as a sneer. her head dips low and her teeth worry the skin of your shoulder.

“then we’ll only stop when i say so.”

(feixiao fucks you until your voice is gone and you’ve squirted around her cock enough times that she’s quite sure the leather of her office chair is ruined. oh, well. she’ll just get the artisanship commission a new one. maybe even one that’s waterproof.)

[roseillith]

TEMPTRESS MOON (1996) dir. CHEN KAIGE

[cinematicjourney]

Temptress Moon (1996) | dir. Chen Kaige

[ninibeingdelulu]

Please feed me some Rin or Kaiser content🥺. Your girl is starving here😭😭😭

Headcanons ft. rin itoshi

a/n: heyy I know I’ve been busy lately but I promise I’ll start to write more😔😔 anyway I hope you’ll enjoy those sweet hdc of our bby💕

Rin Itoshi has always been a man of few words, but with you he finds himself positively loquacious compared to his usual stoic silence. You're one of the only people capable of prying that tightly-guarded heart open.

In private, he showers you with a constant deluge of endearments murmured reverently against your skin like prayer. Treasured one. Beloved. My everything.

Even the way he utters your name carries profound weight, almost getting stuck in his throat with the intensity of emotion swirling in those green eyes. As if he's savoring each precise syllable like the most exquisite delicacy upon his tongue.

Whenever Rin does use a more casual pet name, it's always purposefully simple yet laced with layered meaning. Two syllables rolling off that low rasp are often all it takes to set your heart hammering.

His most instinctual one is "little moon" - paying homage to the way your pale, radiant beauty illuminates Rin’s gloomy past. You're the light he orbits around endlessly, forever chasing and being soothed by.

He'll call you this while cradling you against his chest at night after training the whole day. Burying his face into your hair, Rin inhales steadying breaths of your comforting scent while those two words are the only broken whispers he can muster - "...little moon..."

In more heated, passionate moments, Rin’s possessive side takes over. His voice gets impossibly deeper, rougher, as he pants the name "temptress" like a deliciously filthy confession against the sweat-slicked curve of your neck.

Afterwards, as Rin holds you spent and thoroughly sated within his protective embrace, he finds himself helplessly murmuring the most simplistic of words like an eternal promise too:

"...Mine."

No flowery embellishments needed - you are his, undeniably and unquestionably. The rest of his life's purpose is ensuring your safety and devotion just as you ground every fiber of his.

[ryin-silverfish]

Could you tell us more about fox spirits? or what you know about them? Since the Kitsune is the fox spirit that people popularize the most, information on the Huli Jing is difficult to search for.

*Deep Breath*

Man, oh man. On one hand, I am fascinated by fox spirits, on the other hand, entire books have been written on them (in Chinese), and there are a staggering amount of Qing dynasty fox tales in Yuewei Caotang Biji (阅微草堂笔记) and Liaozhai Zhiyi,(聊斋志异) it's hard to know where to start.

[Previous ask about nine-tailed foxes, the duality of auspicious and demonic, and Su Daji]

Fox spirits, like any other yaoguais, is an animal that has lived long enough and absorbed enough Qi to gain sentience. Through cultivation, they can eventually gain a human form.

According to Tang folklore, they need to wear a human skull on their head while bowing to the Dipper stars/moon, without the skull falling off, in order to transform into a human.

However, foxes are also talented shapeshifters and tricksters who have this reputation for seducing humans, male and female alike.

In earlier legends, that's just their nature, but Ming and Qing tales expanded on that, stating foxes have sex with human to drain their Qi or life force, because they need those to form an Inner Core——an orb of solidified Qi that contains all of their cultivation and life force.

(Usually, it's female foxes seducing human men, because they need some of that sweet, sweet Yang force to compliment their Yin.)

(But some Ming folklore collection said that male foxes also go after guys in the guise of women, while in others, male foxes are just seducers of women.)

(Oh, and there are actual lesbian foxes in Qing legends. Like Feng Sanniang from Liaozhai Zhiyi.)

But one must keep in mind that foxes, like all yaoguais, are not inherently good or evil. For every sexual predator and Daji-like temptress, there exists a graceful scholar, a chill friend, or a lovestruck girl (Liaozhai is full of human-fox romances).

Like, there is a tale in Yuewei Caotang Biji that's just a guy chatting with his 50-60 looking fox associate about how foxes cultivate. When asked why he's so candid about this stuff, he really sums up it best:

"There are good and bad ones among our kind, just like humans. If you humans don't shy away from speaking of human evil, why should I?"

He then proceeds to talk about how legit fox cultivators collect the essence of sun and moon like any regular Daoists, while the ones that seduce human and suck away their life forces are taking a shortcut and inviting heavenly retribution in the form of thunderbolts.

Other Qing legends introduce the hilarious concept that all aspiring foxes must pass an exam organized by the Lady of Mt. Tai, to, well, earn their cultivation permit. Not even foxes are free from the clutches of imperial examinations, it seems!

Still, their old auspicious association does give rise to the archetype of "cultivator/sorcerer foxes", as well as a higher chance of recruitment into the Celestial Bureaucracy.

Which might explain why foxes were so frequently venerated in popular religion. Like, northern China has this thing called the "Five Great Immortals" (五大仙), five species of cultivated animals that people worship:

Hu (胡), Foxes

Huang (黄), Weasels

Bai (白), Hedgehogs

Liu (柳), Snakes

Hui (灰), Rats

When I travelled to the city of Pingyao, Shanxi last summer, one of the sites I visited had a Yuan dynasty building, and its second level is a shrine dedicated to the "Fox Immortal", guardian of the imperial official's seal.

Fun fact: fox spirits have a habit of impersonating Buddhas and Bodhisattvas in Tang dynasty legends. Manjusri and Maitreya seems to be the most popular choice, and in 三遂平妖传, a Ming dynasty novel, "Sagely Old Lady"(圣姑姑) the heavenly fox also impersonates Bodhisattva Samantabhadra.

So imagine my surprise when I actually encountered some foxes next to a highway during the same trip, while visiting Mt. Wutai, Manjusri's sacred mountain!

[sashiavi]

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𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚒𝙰𝚟𝚒'𝚜 𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙺𝚃𝙾𝙱𝙴𝚁

#19•𝚅𝚒𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚢•#19

𝚉𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚐𝚕𝚒/𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚡 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 ʷᵒʳᵈ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗ ².³ᵏ

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→ᴰᵃʳᵏ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵉⁿᵗ ᵂᵃʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ←

ᵀʰᶦˢ ᴾᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᶜᵒⁿᵗᵃᶦⁿˢ ᵀʰᵉᵐᵉˢ ᴼᶠ | ᴰᵘᵇᶜᵒⁿ| ᶜᵒʳʳᵘᵖᵗᶦᵒⁿ | ᴰᵘᵐᵇᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ | ᶜᵒʰᵉʳˢᶦᵒⁿ | ᴳᵒᵈ ⁽ᴬʳᶜʰᵒⁿ⁾ ᵂᵒʳˢʰᶦᵖᵖᶦⁿᵍ | ᴿᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ᴰᶦˢᶜʳᵉᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᴵˢ ᴬᵈᵛᶦˢᵉᵈ

Morax, the God of Geo, always got what he wanted. He ruled the region of Liyue with a fist full of gold, sharing his twinkling gifts with the land. Still. The man hoarded, typical for his nature. He took all the prettiest things he could find and kept them just for himself. Rare jewels, glittering relics, pretty little Adepti.

The moonlight twinkles softly in Morax's pretty pet's eyes, reflecting little tears that build up over her iris. An insatiable little Adepti. Morax could tell the sweet girl was nervous, and he could understand, it was not everyday that a pretty thing laid under the God of Geo. A shock to most but a reality to him, why waste time on common escorts with nothing for him to dig his claws into. No reason to kiss and twist at their mind, wrapping them around his fingers? The sweet thing below him was more than a boring temptress, trying her way with him for a chance of something. No. She was his to break, to mold and play with, a sweet pliant plaything.

Morax couldn't recall where he had plucked this pretty Adeptus, not that it mattered regardless. A Contract was issued, binding the sweet girl to him. She was quick to join him at his side as a concubine, serving him day in and out, keeping him humble company. She piqued his interest, she was much unlike his other playthings. She was devoted to her God, worshiping him, she prayed and begged out to him. Despite him existing within the very same vicinity as her, she continued. He received gifts from her, offerings of pretty jewels and sculpted animals she had conjured herself. She adorned a vision of Geo, tying it to her clothing with a complex knot, always keeping the golden crest on her person. The little Adeptus was skilled in the art of healing, shown through her very own actions towards him. Having the audacity to reach out and touch him after a minor injury. And yet he allowed her, finding himself craving the very touch he often denounced towards his harem.

She was his favourite little pet, his prettiest Concubine, he couldn't care if the others knew, Archons he hoped they did. He put her on a pedestal, praised her, fed her, adored her. She was his special little thing, and he was determined to keep her. It was only natural, his innate, Dragonic instinct to hoard and keep. He needed her, maybe more than she needed him.

The sweet girl whimpers below him, eyes bleary and chin wobbling, a darling thing. His large palm rests upon her cheek, thumb caressing the soft skin just under her eye. A pool of soft, pearlescent white silk hugs at her frame, flooding the soft garden of glaze lilies she laid in.

"Sweet pet.. Are you afraid?" Morax's voice was deep, dripping in honey and thorns… Dangerous. The sweet girl breathes a short gasp, quickly shaking her head at his question. There was still something in her eye, a glint, a hint of unease. Morax sighs deeply, nosing into the Adeptus girl's cheek. His throat rumbles in a short, soft growl, he nearly nips at the soft skin of her neck. He relishes the little jump she makes as he presses his fangs into her shoulder, teasing a bite on his prey. His prey.. Meek and quiet, helpless in his clutches. Morax was her predator, stalking her in the night, taking her down to the forest floor, ravaging her body. Maybe one Moon. He would let her go.. Just to snatch her back. He ought to see her try.

His thoughts are broken by his sweet little Adeptus' hand, carding through the thick, long strands of his hair. She unknots them from his glowing horns, rubbing her fingertips into his temple. He wasn't sure she even had the capacity to leave him. He had her all wrapped up just for him.

"Tell me.. Little one… Do you speak the truth? Say it again.. Has a man taken you?" His tone is hot on her skin, warmed by the soft huff of his words. Her breath audibly hitches, her thighs squeeze at his sides. She shakes her and avoids his amber gaze.

"N-No.. I am p-pure… For you.. Rex Lapis…" The way his name tumbles from her tongue with such confidence makes Morax nearly bare his teeth in a grin. What a treat, his sweetest Adeptus was absolutely devoted to him, saving herself spiritually and physically just for her God. He can barely contain himself, picking away at the lacy silk that barely covered her form, exposing her pretty skin to the moonbeam. The Adeptus girl shivers, goosebumps prickle down her form in the cool, night air. Morax breathes into her ear, soothing his large palms over her body, trailing over the bumpy prickles of chill on her skin. He cups at her breast, relishing in the embarrassed squeal she makes in return. He couldn't help but trail his long tongue over her skin, kissing into the spft plush of her breast. He wraps his lips around her sensitive nipple, suckling against the pretty, perky bud. He feels the Adeptus squirm in his hold, clenching her thighs against him.

Morax nurses on her nipple, biting and lapping at her achey sensitive buds. The pretty Adeptus carefully wraps her arms around his head, cradling him into her chest. Morax nearly sinks his sharp fangs into her soft tits, brain fogged on the idea of pumping a litter of Pups into her tummy. Forcing her breasts to swell with sweet milk, just for him to suckle and nurse while he pets his hand over her swollen pregnant belly. He has to stop himself, reel back the insatiable desire for the sweet thing below his form. This was for her. His gift, his blessing, all for her.

Morax pulls back, admiring the dumb expression she gives him, lips parted, eyes hazy and dazzling in the soft kiss of the moon. He can't keep his hands off of her, idly caressing the soft curve of her waist, teasing over her navel with his warm palm. He watches her pretty expression as he thumbs at her pretty, swollen pussy, prodding gently at her virgin core. Her brows pitch up, lips parting with a soft, unsure breath. He almost dives in for a taste, urging to lick and kiss into her mouth and claim it with his long tongue. Instead he marvels at her pure, untouched body, constantly squishing her pretty tits, soft hips, rubbing his thumb into her sticky clit.

"How does it feel, Pet.. To be worshiped by a God?" He asks, purposely pushing his thumb hard into his sweet girl's clit. He sees her little brain work overtime, scrambling to achieve an appropriate answer for her Archon. His finger trails under her chin, cupping at her jaw, forcing her eye to his as he circles her puffy clit.

"Feels.. 's too much.." Morax's little Adeptus hiccups, barely getting her words out, already overwhelmed on him. She couldn't begin to comprehend the atrocities he had written out for her.

"Too much..? Pet, I have barely graced you with my touch.. Don't tell me.. Do you not honor the bind of our Contract?" Morax's voice drips into something dark, uneasy and clouded. His tone feels like thorns, pricking into the most sensitive nerves on the body. Surely the girl will honor him, show her devotion to the Archon of Geo through her pure body. She didn't have the audacity to defy his order. And he knew that. He sees her tears, pricking up again, nearly bubbling out of her eyes.

"I.. am bound to you.. Rex Lapis… You are e-entitled to me.. in.. Whatever form you p-please.. " Her meek voice cuts through the night air, laced in the sweetest hint of unease. Her words nearly earn a growl from Morax.

"Take me then, Pet.. Show me your devotion." Morax's voice hardens. He thumbs at the base of his thick cock, gliding his fat tip through the wet lips of her puffy, virgin cunt. He feels her heat on his length, searing and slick, coating him in her sweet honeyed essence. Something fires in Morax's chest, a heavy pile of hot rocks, pushing pressure against his heart. Something carnal triggers in his mind, an urge. To take, to give, to breed. His coated tip threatens to push past the soft, inexperienced threshold of his pretty Adeptus. He hears her breath, slow, shaken in a mis-attempt at grounding her poor mind.

Morax's fingertips kiss at her lips, urging them to part, pushing them into her warm mouth. The silly Adeptus bites into his knuckles, whimpering over his digits as he presses his thick cock into her aching hole. Morax tuts sympathetically, hushing and shushing the poor, inexperienced girl below him.

"Settle pet.. The pain will subside… Suck.. distract yourself." He watches as she dumbly laps at his fingers, hiccuping as he pushes his long, thick length right in her virgin hole. He hoped it stung and ached, hoped she'd remember the swell of his thick cock, the hard push into her little pussy. He wants her sweet hole to mould on his cock, suck him in and be imprinted right into her womb. He digs his fingers into her tongue, forcing out all the sweet songs her throat makes as he humps against her core.

"Taking me in so earnestly, Little Pet.. All for me?" Morax presses, rocking his hips harder into her gushy cunt. The Adeptus girl has to fight the hiccupy moans that bubble from her chest.

"I'm all f-for you.. I am to.. Become y-yours, My Lord~" His little pet slurs over his fingers. He removes them, using her spit as a lubricant to twiddle and rub at her puffy clit. Morax watches the cogs turn in her dumb little head, reacting to this new-found pleasure he bestowed upon her. She was so.. Cute, Morax muses. His sweet Adeptus, his favourite Concubine, finally deflowered by the very God she had worshiped and prayed to that morning. Morax takes the liberty to press into her harder, fuck her virgin cunt faster.

"Become my Wife, little Pet.. We will rule this land of gold together." He spouts as he rocks his hips into her groin, pressing the thick, fat tip of his cock into her womb. The sweet girl only nods, lips downturned in a soft frown, brows pitched upwards, soft tears trickle down her cheeks. And yet, she bucks her hips back into his, forcing his cock ever so impossibly deeper. There's a soft swell on her tummy, the blunt tip of him bulging into her skin. He rubs his hand over it, once again stuck on the idea of breeding her virgin pussy, filling her up again and again with litter after litter of Pups. He decides he will allow nature to run its course and decide if she was worthy this time.

Morax growls, picking up his pace, finally fucking into her sweet tight core. Her sweet cunt wraps around his cock nicely, squeezing and milking at his length, coaxing him to ooze out the stickiest spurts of pre. He nearly mounts her frame, using her as leverage to push his heavy cock into her, his balls slap against her behind, clumsy and rigid. Morax was getting close, close to cumming in his darling Adeptus wife, close to filling her womb up with the sweetest gift he could possibly offer her.

"Come little one.. And you will be mine forever.." He couldn't barely recognise his own voice, deeper than before, plagued with absolute desire. He stares at her moonstruck face, relishing in the pretty, glittering tears that fall down her cheeks. He nearly licks them off of her face, hardly holding back the urge to devour and ravage her. All in due time, he manages to rationalize. He twiddled at her sensitive little clit again, rubbing hard and fast, making her hiccup and cry out as he fucked into her tight core.

He feels it, her sweet, creamy orgasm. She squeezes his length hard, creaming and clenching over the bullying length of his cock. He fucks her through it, humping into her cunt, rocking his hips into her groin. He can't help but shower her in praise, telling her that she was his best little Adepti, that she and him were destined forever, that he was never going to let her go. Morax further solidified their eternal Contract with a tender kiss, pressing his lips into her own as he pressed his cock into her with a final pressing stroke. Her tight pussy clenches over his length, milking out his seed, thick, hot and fertile. He bites at her lips, slowly rocking his hips into her own, linking the two in a bath of afterglow.

Morax rests his body on the little Adeptus below him, caging her frame into his own, using her shoulder as a pillow. He plugs up her achey pussy with his cock, locking in the heavy seed that sat in her womb. Morax swears he starts glowing, a soft golden shine radiates from his horns and eyes. They twinkle like the light of a firefly, sage and warm and content. He was sure he could fall asleep with her, just like this.

She was claimed. She was domestic. She was his wife. His pretty, little Adeptus pet. If he could pur he was sure he would have.

She was his. Apart of his hoard. His eternal treasure. He was the sun. She was the moon.

I don't wanna look at this piece anymore 😤

He hurts my brain 😔

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[galebrainrot2024]

Professor!GalexYouAFAB Reader

Summary: You wake in the middle of the night, unable to sleep so Gale finds an appropriate activity to relieve both of you. NSFW 18+ Content: Explicit, Oral Sex, PIV Sex, Edging, Minors DNI

You toss and turn, sleep evading you. Despite your best efforts your brain refuses to quiet and you hear Gale stir and grumble beside you. “It’s the middle of the night..” he murmurs before wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer into his embrace. His head rests in the crook of your neck and you brush the hair from his face, admiring the strong jaw, full lashes, plump lips. You feel heat spread through you, your touch crackling with electricity as you admire him. 

“Why are you awake..” Gale turns to you, blinking sleep from his eyes and plants a soft kiss on your neck. It earns him a shiver and the sleep shakes further from him, his pupils blackening as he becomes more alert. His lips part and you feel him shift against you, a familiar firmness growing in his trousers. 

“Sorry I didn’t mean to wake you…” you say softly, cooing him back to slumber.

“I’m quite awake now..” he says, his hot breath against your neck as he flicks his tongue against it. “You look so beautiful… I rarely get to admire you at this time of night.” His voice was quiet and husky and his words were true. It wasn’t often you found yourself wide awake at these odd hours, where the moon hands almost eerily on the black dusted horizon. Gale brushes his fingers against your hair and he pulls himself up and you back to him, your bodies nestled together in a familiar “s” shape. 

You feel him shift slightly and let out a husky laugh. “Awake in more ways than one, apparently,” you tease and shift your hips back against him, the hard evidence of his erection pressed into your backside and you bite down on your lip as you feel your body stir with the familiar creeping of lust. 

You bring your hand behind you, your fingers grazing the hardened outline over his underwear eliciting a low groan from Gale. “Temptress..” he teases in your ear, biting down on your earlobe before brushing his lips against your neck. You feel his warm tongue against the delicate skin so you shudder and let out a soft moan and feel his lips curl into a smile. You and Gale had been together for some time now and even still, he pampered you, showered you with love and affection and an almost animalistic, desperate need to have every inch of you. Neither of you could be sated. 

“I’ll have to remedy that… unless you’d rather go back to sleep…” he said as his fingers outlined your sex, the cloth now dripping with your arousal. You hear him moan as he feels the wetness and drags his fingers slowly, firmly over your center and you whimper. It makes you squirm and buck your hips into his touch. He chuckles darkly. “Patience… no need to rush… there’s no where for us to be at this hour….” 

You lean your head back into him, his face burried in your neck as his fingers trace slow circles around your clothed groin and his fingers hook into the fabric teasingly. “Please..” You hear yourself beg, returned with another black chuckle. Gale’s hot breath on your neck forces goosebumps to rise across you, undulating and revealing your need. Gale uses one hand to turn your face back to him so he can capture your lips hungrily, like a man starved. 

You moan as his lips meet yours, the taste of mint and sleep and desire fresh on his tongue as it massages yours, his fingers brushing against the hollow of your neck while the other hand so painfully and delicately massaged your clothed wetness. You squirm and he kisses you harder, pulling you against him and you feel his firm, throbbing erection through his thin cloth. 

Gale rolls his tongue over yours once more, biting down on your lower lip and pulling slightly before delicately turning you onto your stomach, your face turned against the sheets. Your eyes roll back as your body braces for what’s to come. You hear Gale grunt and feel his body looming over yours, you feel his fingers against the cloth of your underwear and tease you relentlessly. Although you try to squirm, he is pinning you down and you feel him take a fistful of your hair and comb his fingers through it. His fingers race down your back, to your butt and he gives your firm roundness a pleased and hungry squeeze that makes you yelp. This elicits another moan from him and it makes your mouth water. “I’m being so patient…” you whimper, your hands above your head and grip the sheets as your body braces with anticipation, “Please,” you mewl, begging for him.

“All in good time…” Gale says huskily and once more his fingers trace between the folds of your underwear, not quite touching where you want - where you need him to. You feel feral, unhinged as the lust and arousal pulses through your body, your soaking wetness unbearable. The lightest touch will likely send his name falling from your lips like a prayer of ecstasy. You feel Gale’s lips against your shoulders and he moves down your back as if you’re a sumptuous meal. His lips graze over your raised butt and he gives a hungry bite, marking the skin but just. You whine, pressing your legs together and feel his strong hands pry your legs apart. “I’m not sure I can relieve you if you continue to bar me from entry…” he says this playfully, but the desire is dripping in his tone. You oblige, allowing him to peel your legs apart and push them further. You hear his breath hitch and you feel your hips raise and rock, desperate for him. Desperate for Gale’s touch. 

He groans and with his teeth and hands, drags your underwear off of your sex and lowers it, removing it entirely. You shiver as his hands brush up your thighs firmly, squeezing your skin as you feel his hot breath lingering at the source of your arousal. You bite down hard on your lip yet the whimper escapes unintentionally. You feel your clit pulse with desire and feel the flood between your legs when his lips barely brush your inner thigh. You moan, a high pitched mew escaping you when you feel Gale’s warm mouth against your skin, dangerously close to the source of your discomfort and need. You feel him grin and flick his tongue across your inner thigh. “I love it when you beg…” his voice is thick with need and at last you feel his fingers grip into your hips to pull you back towards him so he can feast. 

All at once you feel his hot tongue massaging each fold, expertly rolling around your clit and flicking into your throbbing cunt. You cry out and press your face into the bed, your hips bucking backward as he thrusts his face between your thighs as if famished. You feel his groans, the vibrations only heightening your pleasure as you feel him insert his capable fingers into you while his tongue flicked across your outer folds. You cry out and he thrusts his fingers harder into you, suckling at your taste, loving the nosies he draws out of you. You push your hips back into his hungry and greedy mouth and feel his warm, the wetness of his mouth clashing against your throbbing cunt and you squirm relentlessly, your mind swimming and dizzying. “Come for me.” You hear him command and it’s a tone that makes you feral, your carnal and guttural arousal completely unleashing as you grip the sheets and cry out his name, your entire body quaking as your climax roils through you and you press yourself back into his mouth. You feel him lick and suck your climax, his tongue thrusting into your cunt in place of his fingers so he can taste his work. You hear him moan as he tastes your finish, and his breath is jagged, matching yours. 

Although sated, you want more. You feel your hips roll back, wanting and you whisper in a raspy voice, “Come here…” Gale doesn’t need further encouragement. You hear him violently rip his underwear from his body and at once he is over you again and he moves you to your side, holding one of your legs up a bit and his eyes bear into yours lustfully. Your lips part and your mouth waters, your gaze flicking to his solid, throbbing erection that sits right at the folds of your throbbing sex. You bite down on your lip and look at Gale beneath your thick lashes and he leans forward to kiss you, desperate to taste you. You taste yourself on his lips and it makes you wild. You feel him press his erection against your folds and you purr, turning your body and he holds you in place. It makes you moan, preparing for him. 

Gale deliberately enters you. First with the tip of his ravenous erection and then you see his eyes roll back and resolve falter. He thrusts entirely into you, filling you and touching every sensitive nerve and you cry out. His girth makes you tremble, clench, every fiber of your being insatiable and greedy for more. He groans with delight, gripping you firmly as your bodies find their familiar, sensual rhythm. You roll your hips slowly against him and he groans, flipping you then so that you are beneath him, his knee slightly bent for further purchase. He takes your wrists to hold them over your head as Gale kisses you, the kiss sloppy and wet with need as he thrusts his hips to meet yours, the tip of him pounding against your internal pleasure centers.

“Gale…” you moan, pressing your hips up to his, wanting more, needing more. Gale meets yours eagerly and you feel yourself clench around his shaft and he moans loudly into your mouth. You whisper against his lips, “Now it’s my turn to hear you…” it was too much for him.

"Oh Gods...." His grip on your wrists tighten and you yelp as he roughly and still with such tenderness forces himself as far into you as he can manage until you are both crying out and shuddering with unadulterated bliss. You feel his cock twitch and erupt, the sticky warm fluid filling you as you climax in unison. A thin sheen of sweat covers both of you, your bodies ravaged and exhausted. The soft light of the stars and moon filter through the window, making Gale's skin appear almost effervescent.

Gale collapses onto you, his lips against your neck, your ear, your cheek as he showers you with his love. “Gods, you’re incredible… I will never understand it…" You giggle a bit as he pulls you to him once more, his face nestled into your neck. "Now come here... " you relax into him, your eyes filling with heaviness, the exhaustion and pleasure lulling you back to sleep.

[mazikeenhyde]

Oh Baby... Pain is Pleasure - Part 4.5

POLY JUDGMENT DAY X READER (WRESTLER) 

Y/W/N – Your Wrestling Name 

Y/W/N/F – Your Wrestling Name Finisher

Rollies/Roly  – a hand rolled cigarette (I’m not sure if the slang is the same in other places/ that’s what we call it in England lol ) 

WARNING – THESE WARNINGS COVER ALL PARTS OF THIS FICTION/ IMAGINE STORY- THEY MAY NOT BE SPECIFIC TO THIS PARTICULAR PART! - 

SMUT,  GIRL X GIRL, MAN X MAN, POLY RELATIONSHIPS/SEXUAL, BDSM, BLOOD, SPANKING, VIOLENT REFRENCES, INJURY, ABUSE (CONSENTUAL) CHEATING, STALKERS/ STALKING, SMOKING/ CIGARETTES 

(PART 5 IS ON THE WAY, BUT ITS LONG, SO HERES 4.5) 

taglist - @babybatlover

Oh Baby…Pain is Pleasure – Part 4.5  

The night had arrived stretching across the sky, the last of the sunrays had been burnt away and drowned in the light of the moon. The stars glistened over the hilltops stretching out for miles with only a handful of grey clouds holding out on their last legs. 

The midnight hour struck the hallway clock, the soft bells chimed; echoing through the empty kitchen before the house fell back silent. A gentle breeze rustled through the glass screen door, the blinds swaying ever so slightly in their wake. 

Glow bugs, fireflies, crickets and cicadas joined in unison to sing the symphonies of nature as I sat toying with my feet amongst the grass in the swing chair of that great oak tree. Embraced in the lap of my gentle giant who, reaching into his pocket pulled out a small metal tin, scuffed and battered on the edges you could still see the remnants of the WWF logo embellished on the top. Ever a man for collections and memorabilia, Damian was never one to be rid of his childhood loves. 

Pulling his arm out from around my waist to recapture the use of both of his hands he cracked open the tin and revealed three perfectly rolled up cigarettes and a well worn lighter. Looking back at me he smirked and let out a gentle huff. 

“What? You think I didn’t know?” He smiled and rolled his eyes, placing one of the rollies in between his lips and sparking the lighter up before holding it out to me. 

How the smoke danced in the shadows cast by the moon, like a mischievous temptress begging for someone to give in to her sinful ways. Who was I do deny her such pleasure. I reached out and took the rollie before taking a long hard drag of that subtle and sweet smokey hit. Leaning back into the swing chair I exhaled, the light smoke cloud escaped my pursed lips and raced into the sky, as if on a mission to join their cloud friends above. 

Damian laughed gently as he closed the tin and returned it to his pocket, stretching his arm over me and back around my shoulders to hold me close. 

“You may think that you hide it well… and you do, from the others anyway. But I’ve seen you more than once sneak away to indulge in a cheeky smoke or two when you are stressed, Mariposa” Damian’s voice was low and soft as ever, my sweet gentle giant. The man that could dominate me in a thousand ways whilst protecting me in a thousand more. I couldn’t help but stare at his face as I took another drag, his beauty was truly out of this world, every feature that marked his body was as flawless as… well him. 

“However… Y/N” He questioned, leaning forward, refusing to break eye contact with me as he; himself took a drag from the cigarette between my fingers before leaning back into the chair, exhaling out the smoke I was so quick to try and inhale back in. Just a taste of that man was enough to have me on my knees begging for mercy. 

“You know we don’t hide secrets in this relationship. Not between you, or me. Not Rhea, or Finn or Dom. Honestidad y confianza mi amor. So why are you talking to Liv Morgan? And what’s with you and the Wyatts? I told you before Mi Vida, you don’t mess with all that. They aren’t necessarily bad people, but their world … eso es como magia oscura. You can’t trust them” Hie eyes fell deep into my soul, and I didn’t know what to do. I hated lying to them all, but the truth wasn’t going to set me free, it was going to break the world apart and I would lose them all forever. 

Leaning in to take another hit of my one true guilty pleasure I pondered in my mind how I would escape this situation. How do you not tell the truth but not lie to someone at the same time.  Distract them? 

“I’ve always loved the night you know; it’s always been so peaceful. Non-judgmental and full of new beginnings. You can lay down and go to sleep knowing the morning offers you a fresh start. A chance to do it differently…” I looked up to Damian as his facial expression remained unchanged. 

“Sometimes, those skeletons in our closet are best left to collect dust Priest, please” I looked up to him with those puppy dog eyes in the hopes he would accept my plea deal. 

Instead, he sat up with his strong muscular figure pulling me into his lap as he wrapped his arms tight around my waist. Taking a fistful of my hair he exposed my soft pale skin to the moonlight before running his teeth along my neckline. The goosebumps danced across my skin, every hair standing on edge as the pleasure in that moment flooded straight to my core. The mini pajama shorts I was wearing dampened by my persistent need to have this man spread my legs apart and tear into every last piece of me. His vocal undertone grew dark as he growled into my ear, agitated or conflicted the man was on a mission. 

“Usually, when you are being a brat” He spat through gritted teeth, “I’d fuck you right where you sit until you tell me what I want to hear” Taking a long inhale of my scent he ran his large hands down my back and into my mini shorts, realizing I wasn’t wearing any panties his grip tightened and that feeling sent my inner sex demon wild. I dropped the remainder of the cigarette to the floor, and it landed at the base of the chair, its hot red embers from the burning tobacco were quickly singed out by the dew soddened grass below our feet. 

Hoisting me further up into his lap Damian ran a hand across my hips and down the front of my shorts, his cold hands had me gasp for breath as his knuckles brushed across my bare clit.

 It really was a joy living up and away from your nosey neighbor’s.

Taking a heavy deep breath my head fell back as for the first time in weeks I was indulging in that sexual deprived need to have one of them touch me, fuck me, ruin me for all I care. 

Damian’s breath was hot and staggered against my neck as he bought up his left leg slightly to raise my body into the air, slipping his hand fully in between my legs he ran his two fingers between my wet folds and my stomach became a whirlwind of knots, drowning in every last millisecond of the moment. His pace wasn’t slow, but it certainly wasn’t fast paced either. As if he was teasing me, tempting my inner demons to expose every secret I had buried from them in exchange for sexual pleasures and favors in turn. 

“fuck priest” I hummed under breathy tones, my head leaning down onto his shoulder as his finger pace quickened, slipping his index finger inside me he began to pump harder, drawing out every last drop from my pussy to run down my inner thighs. 

Like a vicious animal in heat Damian’s demeanor had changed in a flash, gone out the window was this ‘No distractions’ bullshit as he pulled his hand form my shorts and stood up, holding me tight to his chest with one arm wrapped around me. Turning himself, he almost threw me at a roughened pace up against the old oak tree, with one hand behind my head to brace the impact; my legs instinctively fell from his waist in the hope of fining ground but were quickly scooped back up and around his waist as he leant back into my face, embracing me in a deep lustful kiss. Our tongue’s danced in the moon kissed light as his hands explored all over my body, breasts to hips, to thighs and back to my neck. Never fully satisfied with where they ended up. He paused to catch his breath for a moment leaning his forehead down to mine; 

“Shit y/n…” he panted, one hand now leaning against the tree for support and the other taking my right arm and guiding my palms to his crotch. The bulge was truly a magnificent display of manhood. Its bold thick appearance left me with an unsatiable appetite to feel it at the back of my throat. 

“You see what you do to me Mariposa… even you have me breaking the rules now” His voice was harsh, as if he was conflicted on where to go from here. 

I swallowed my fear as I looked deep into his eyes, surely this man loved me enough to forgive the secrets of my past. But I wasn’t about to expose myself tonight if I could help it, instead releasing my grip I crouched down to a deep squat before falling to my knees, to now be at the perfect height if I do say so myself. 

Pulling at the drawstring of his black sweatpants I lowered the waist band slightly and drew out his hard cock, licking my lips I glanced up for approval from my lord and savior whose eyes burned deep into me as his hands gripped the tree for stability, he nodded, breath now low and focused. 

I wasn’t about to miss my chance. 

From the base to the tip, I ran my tounge fully up his masterpiece before taking it in its full form to the back of my throat. As if my dreams had become a reality, all those weeks of begging, wishing, praying and hoping. Finally with Finn Fucking Balor asleep in bed, I now had Damian’s dick touching the back of my tonsils and I was loving every moment of it. I felt my gag reflex kick in as I bobbed up and down along his cock, its sweet and salty taste ever insatiable and addictive. My eyes watered as I craved more of him, I could hear his voice above me, mumbling in pleasure and whispering my name in hushed tones. We both knew full well that if any of the others woke up, we would have some explaining to do. 

Damian’s hand moved to the back of my head taking a fist full of my hair as he quickened my pace, the feeling inside him growing ever stronger with an overwhelming need not to let this feeling disappear. 

“Shit… shit… oh fuck… y/n I’m” Damian’s voice choked out each word, but instead of letting him try and finish his sentence I dug my fingernails deep into his thighs signaling to him, that he best not fucking stop. I wanted to taste that man’s orgasm, I wanted to feel it run down the back of my throat as I swallowed every last drop of him. 

And I did. 

Damian’s cheeks flushed a rosy pink, his mouth a gape and his braids half sprawled down his back as his grip to my hair tightened with every pump that released that delectable cum shot. A drop had escaped and began falling down my chin as I leaned back onto my heels and running a finger across, I was fast to lick the remainder off. 

Damian pulled his tracksuit bottoms back up, one hand still leaning on the tree as he lent down over me, panting heavily. His eyes didn’t break contact with mine, he didn’t blink or move as I rose back up to my feet. 

He snaked his hand around my waist and lent down to place a soft subtle kiss on my forehead.

“Gracias Mi amor’ Damian smiled before placing another kiss to my lips. 

He ran his hand up my back and took a tight grip to my neck, pulling out my phone from his pocket along with the metal WWF tin. He smirked before pushing me back to the swing chair and forcing me to take a seat as he stood in front, his frame towering over head. 

“Nice try Muñeca…” He smirked as he lit another cigarette and held it out to me, sparking up his own and taking a soft drag. 

“Distractions done... Now talk.” He held my phone up from his pocket so I could see it in full view. 

“Wyatts first? Or Liv Morgan? You pick.” He tossed the phone into my lap. 

“Unless you want me to wake Finn up? Let him know what’s been going on?” Damian winked at me. 

I gritted my teeth before taking my first drag and pulled one leg up into the chair towards my chest, taking a deep breath. 

Guess it was now or never. 

“I’m not the person you think I am…” I said. 

TBC