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natalyarose · 16 days

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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'

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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 '𝓑𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓭𝓸𝓶' & 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~

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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 ✌️

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darlingofvalyria · 9 months

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❝Like we're going to hustle the shit out of his brain.❞

part 01 | it's called a hustle, sweetheart

chapter summary:

[ The math is easy in Helaena's head. One brother, heartbroken and moping and in a red flag relationship redder than Mars, and one hot best friend who is definitely his type. It's 1 + 1 = 3, really. ]

[ 2,345 ] [ series masterlist ] | best friend's brother!aemond targaryen x f!reader, ft. cregan stark x f!reader & aemond targaryen x alys rivers,

contains— this is going to be comedic and stupid in its comedy, bear with me - fake dating, fwb situation, toxic on and off alysmond, no use of y/n - mentions of sexy times but no sexy times yet (it'll be coming though, so minors gtfo) - multi parts - no kings, no martyrs, no betas.

a/n— the main vibe is silly and sexy !! you're hel's hot friend !! you getting it down with cregan stark (as you should) !! dunno yet how many parts, but we vibing !! comment, reblog & like at will, mwa ♡

You and Hel watch her baby brother, Aemond of usually calm and pretty countenance, drag and wince as he took a mug of coffee- a slow, almost painful affair - mumble something, somewhat of a gratitude and an apology 2 in 1 special, and reverse drag and wince back into into the room.

It's a painful shuffle. A Michael Jackson awkward moonwalk attempt. A pitying regression from the usually very pretty boy you've made it a habit of teasing.

In the past few months, there hadn't be a lot of teasing from you.

When the door clicks, you turn to Helaena with an absurdly amused snort. "He's really such a pathetic little meow meow, huh?"

She slaps your arm. "Stop it. He's really down. Alys really did a number on him this time."

"She always seems to do a number on him every time they breakup." You fight the urge to roll your eyes, for the sake of the concerned frown on your best friend's pinched, starlight eyebrows.

After all, this isn't the first time of the very many on and off moments of the Alys and Aemond Train. You bore witness to it like you're sat in an empty cinema, popcorn stale and it hurts your jaw to chew, and the train has come unloose from the tracks about thirty minutes into the film, but the plot is predictable because it recycles.

Which makes it a garbage film you can hardly stomach, rolling your eyes and getting the fuck out of the cinema about to demand a refund.

Sure the first time, you felt bad, felt horrible for the both of them as it did seem like they loved each other. You had even commended the maturity of their decision, expressed sympathy and an even pious comments of 'but you were both so good together!'

But then the pity kind of loses its momentum when it's been the third time. The fourth. The fifth. So on and on and on...

At some point, you start thinking that maybe Aemond Targaryen— of pretty Jupiter glaze and cherry-pinched lips, a Greek god humbling at the image of Alicent Hightower and Viserys Targaryen's genes combined— third time's the charm! or fourth in Viserys' case, snort — is kind of a masochist.

Because despite saying that they're growing toxic for each other, he comes back.

Every.

Goddamned.

Time.

The maturity made way for screaming matches, bolts of peaking jealousy, and purposeful social media posts made to hook, line, and sinker the other person— like. Gods.

There was pettiness. There was red flags. And then there was the Wikipedia page that pops up when you search 'who is the worst toxic relationship?' and it doesn't even have a paragraph. Or a sentence. Just a picture of Aemond and Alys.

If Aegon Targaryen was made of easy vices and churlish, lazy smirks— his fingers, though cold and sometimes clammy, are still nice against your shoulder when he makes lazy circles at an attempt to flirt before you laugh it off and threaten rip his balls off, because if there's a few things that piss off Helaena, it's her older brother trying to go near any of her friends —

Aemond liked it in deep, ruby-red shards of a cracked heart being put together again and again. At first with superglue. Now he was more or less going with prayers and spit.

At some point, the pity turns to amusement turns to a roll of your eyes turns to concern shifting from the young man to his sister, your best friend, left somewhat the only one left to care for her crash and burn of a baby brother.

And you know for a fact that Daeron Targaryen is a menace on a dirt bike, and yet out here, in these streets, Helaena was worrying for Aemond.

Their mother's favourite child, their grandfather's most studious, and the pride and ego of Kings Landing U Business Department.

Helaena isn't used to worrying about Aemond like this.

You're not used to Helaena worrying for Aemond like this, and the usually pretty boy you liked to tease was starting to piss you off because of it.

"Hel," you start carefully, knowing you're threading on dangerous waters. As much as Hel adored you and no matter how many times she says her brothers are idiots cut from a blended cloth of her Hightower and Targaryen roots— she was also unmistakably protective of them.

She sighs, putting down the pancake batter she was mixing, and you, who was in charge of actually frying them, turn. She had hoped to talk to Aemond when he woke up, but clearly he was still very much smashed at any attempts of comfort or reprimand, even she wasn't sure anymore.

"I know, okay?" Hel mutters. "I know it's stupid."

"It's not stupid," you rush. At her doubtful look, you insist. "It's really not. I care about the little punk too. Even though lately I kind of just... want to hang him by his boxers on the balcony... make him see reason from there."

It works, Hel laughs. Then she smirks. "That little punk is only three years younger than you and a whole foot taller, babe." Then she blinks. Eyes going wide as saucers, which would be comical if not for the fact that she looked like she got the prophecy of Bathroom Urge Number #1. "Oh gods. Oh my god!"

"...Did you poop yourself?" Her face descends into a scowl, swatting you with the bowl. You yelp, giggling. "Hey, hey! Stop- Hel, you're going to spill everywhere! You know kitchen rules! No violence near the stove!"

"I was about to say I got it, you harlot! I didn't shit myself!" But she stops pestering you with the bowl as you snort.

"Okay, one, harlot? Who are you? A medieval peasant?"

"Please. If we were in the Middle Ages, I'd be a princess."

"That's actually too true, my princess, how dare I."

Hel raises an eyebrow. "But back to point- wait, actually, damn, where were you last night?"

Helaena already knew the answer. Apart from the fact that it is a best friend's duty to be apart of every slight and win in another's life, you had used your regaling tales about Cregan Stark as a means to distract Hel from worrying about her brother every time he broke up (or her; they're very gracious to each other as they take turns in piling to this toxicity), once again, with Alys.

"At Cregan's," you respond lightly, turning to flip another pancake into an awaiting plate. You were at Cregan's last night, so you only found out about Aemond's newly- and briefly - placed single status this morning when you got into the apartment you shared with Hel. She promptly placed her brother in her room while she, seeing as you weren't in yours, slept on your bed.

"And what did you do?" She knew exactly what you did— what you both did, every time since meeting again two months ago at the bar you worked.

"I helped him, uh." You stuck your tongue out, busying yourself with breakfast to clench at an excuse. "With his taxes."

Helaena snorts. "What does taxes have anything to do with the hickies? Gods, you look like you got mauled."

You snicker, fingers briefly dancing over the blue and violet marks over your neck and collarbone. It dipped lower to your chest and thighs, but you weren't going to tell your best friend that. By her wry grin, she already knew anyway.

"Okay, okay, enough of that. You said you 'got it'? Got what? A way to stop your brother's toxic relationship with the very hot older woman that we all known and adore as Alys Rivers?"

"Yes!" Then she hesitates. "But... are you and Cregan...?"

"What? No! I told you." You roll your eyes. "It's just a thing with us. We're both single, not really ready for the dating scene. He broke up with a serious relationship not long ago, he's not ready for it, and I'm sorry, but unlike your brother, is dealing healthily with it."

"With you."

"With me, yes." You shrug, turning off the stove once you've scraped the entire bowl. "So no, we're not in a relationship. But what's your plan got to do with my amazing- and frequent - sex life?"

"And you're sure you don't like him like that?"

You roll your eyes. Hard. "Yes, my royal pain the ass, I am."

Before you can react, Helaena has grasped you by your arms, watery lavender eyes wide and begging.

"Hel, I love you, but I don't like you like that."

"I love you too and same, no, no—"

"What do you mean 'no, no'? That is so offensive—"

"—I mean Aemond."

"I don't really love your brother either, though, I find him extremely pretty," you muse.

"Good! Might help with my plan!"

"What is your plan?"

"I will owe you, so, so much."

Your eyes narrow. "The fact that you're not telling it to me straight means it's a big ask, Targaryen."

As guilt flashes in her eyes, you know you're right. "So, so much. I swear. I will do your laundry— the chores! All of 'em! For a month!"

"Helaena Targaryen, I swear to the gods—"

"Canyoupleasefakedatemybrother?!"

You blink, triyng to unwound what she just spat in one exhale. "I am not fucking the sad out of your brother, that is also not healthy."

"What!? No!" Hel inhales, enunciating better now. "I said, Can you please fake date my brother? My poor, heartbroken, wonderful, you said so yourself 'very pretty', baby brother?"

She blinks, owlish and pityingly, the way you know she knows has gotten her out of a lot of messes. Has gotten her brother, Aegon, out of a lot of messes with their grandfather, who you know to be an asshole to anyone— the incident when he sideway called you a whore, still very bright in your mind; a grudge that keeps on going — but his granddaughter.

"Hel, I adore you, but that's the single most, stupidest thing I've ever heard."

"No, no, it's a lot more complicated than just you fake dating him, duh, I mean like, he knows it too! Like we're going to hustle the shit out of his brain!"

Your eyes flicker to Helaena's room where said sad sack she wants to hustle the shit out of, is in. "Elaborate."

"I meant like. Okay, so we know how this is going to go, right?" She rolls her eyes, her voice lowering to a hush, but her grip on you is just as strong. "They're broken up, he mopes around for a few days, goes to the seven stages of grief the on steroids version, making weird posts and baits against Alys until one of them takes a bite, then they meet trying to feel each other, suss each other out, next thing you know, they're in bed together and we're back to the Good Days of Aemond and Alys as seen on TV! But oh wait, it's worse every time it recycles! Like your favourite show but with butt-ugly new cast they never address!"

Hel takes a deep breath, defeated and desperate all at once. "I am so tired of it. Mom is so tired of it. You're tired of it. And I know, deep down, Aems knows this isn't a sustainable way to love someone. To be in love with someone. But he doesn't know anything but Alys. She's his first everything- yeah, I know about that too, it's disgusting. But now... there's you! My very hot, very beautiful, very amazing best friend."

You nod. "I am agreeing with most of your points so far, especially the compliments geared toward me."

She playfully slaps your arm, continuing. "If we pitch this as like, you helping Aemond make Alys jealous... make it seem as if we're helping him out by sussing her out... you're a total bombshell, babe, Aems will see that there's more to love and lust than just Alys Rivers. It doesn't have to tell all, start and end with her. Every time." She grins as if she's so smart, finally releasing you and placing her hands on her hips to complete the look of 'Yeah, my idea is brilliant, I know'. "We just need to get his eye away from the not really prize, and make him realise there's more than just the toxic in and out of a failing relationship with your first love."

It's hard to tell her that her idea might not be so bad after all, but Helaena is already grinning as she reads your face like an open book, jumping and clapping around silently.

"Hold on, girlfriend," you say lamely. "How are we even sure I'm his type? Imagine thinking all this, and I'm a plate of grass to a carnivore."

Helaena snorts. "Please, girlfriend. You're older than him, hot as hell, and has a coochie that keeps Cregan Stark well entertained that he's politely said no to the female population that wants him. You are not grass. You are a prime rib-eye they need to ship from the other side of the globe and further ruin our climate."

At your snort, a blush spreading across your face, you press your tongue against your cheek, not willing to concede just yet but feel your will slipping with all the positives.

First, no chores for a fucking month.

Two, you'll have fun (in his own way), adorable pretty boy Aemond again, sans the toxic.

"He can't fall in love with me, Helaena," you say carefully. "I'm serious. I don't like him that way."

She is already shaking her head.

"Of course not, he won't. We just need him to focus on anything else other than Alys. Gods bless her soul."

"She's still alive, Hel, Jesus."

"But you're perfect for this. No ones going to fall in love with anyone. I promise." Helaena grins, tearing a piece of pancake and popping it in her mouth. "My plan is foolproof."

A few thousand hours later, her plan, is in fact, not foolproof.

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uchihaharlot · 2 months

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Yandere Uchihas with an innocent S/O who doesn't know that he wants to baby trap the S/O.

I think that when an Uchiha wants to get you pregnant… there’s really nothing in the way of stopping them, that being said.

NSFW; Uchiha’s pumping you full of their hot sticky baby batter; Madara breeding; Obito ignorantly blissed; Shisui manipulation; Itachi sexual coercion.

Madara:

lol. This ain’t a baby trap for him. Your body was designed to specifically carry his offspring. Plus it’s the Warring States Era… everyone was fucking without protection. And that includes when Madara has you bunched up beneath him.

He’s not really shy about this either. While sex talk is hot as hell, Madara makes no laughing joke about how fucked out and stuffed full of his genes and babies you’ll be. You’re the perfect woman and you need to be his flesh light. His baby factory, so to speak. Bred until you can hardly breath.

And ma’am, he’s rough when fucking your overly used cunt. Day after day of incessant breeding, him hitting it all the way to your cervix when he cums to make sure his swimmers are close as close gets to your womb. Excellent thing you’re a good little girl and take it all night. The sheets get changed regularly since you have about six or eight loads pumped into you and each load gets fucked out as the other is pumped in. It also takes Madara a looong time to cum inside of you, so you’re basically cumming several times, prepping his cock to empty itself. He just really enjoys seeing how overstimulated you get and how that pussy massages his cock dry. ‘Just a bit more little bird…’ And it sounds so sweet to your exhausted self, but he’s so menacing when it comes to it.

Obito:

I hate to say this but if there were ever an unfortunate enough Uchiha to get baby trapped…. It’s this man here. Our poor Obito is a bit too trusting and a little dense at times. But like, sex feels so so good and he’s touched starved. So when you sit on his fat cock for the first time and fuck him stupid. Any and all sexual education he did have, is wiped free from his mind. You just feel so good in his lap, so wet and warm on his aching length. Especially when you own him this way, Obito can’t think.

Tobi, is a good boi. And if you tell him that, he’s gonna burst fast and heavy in your plush velvety walls without a care. It’s just feels so damn good for Obito to actually cum inside of you, and since he’s rarely sticking his cock often in anyone. He won’t feel the slightest bit nervous when you joke about wanting a little Uchiha in you because, well, it’s hot as fuck. So as many times as you want, he’ll coat your insides until gravity works against his cum and it drips out of you as you ride him through each of his and your orgasms. Which it’s safe to say that if you’re cumming, he is too.

Shisui:

He didn’t really want to do this to you. I mean, yes he wants everyone to see that cute belly of yours cradling his Uchiha baby but also… he knows you’re not entirely ready. So Kotoamatsukami for you, miss. You are none the wiser since Shisui doesn’t even need to look you in the eye while using his ultimate technique. This is a very egregious act and an abuse of power. Shisui justifies it because you have talked about children of your own. Just not making them yet. Shisui, I think, has a heavy conscience over it but when you’re whining for him to fuck a baby in you because your mind has been inundated with thoughts of his hot cum. It’s a non issue in that moment.

Palms splayed all over your stomach when you both cum. Admiring the flat of your stomach and visualizing how plump and delicious you’ll look with his growing seed. Holding your hips roughly when you squirm from being so taut and full of his cock pumping you raw and full.

You just look so sexy like this. Begging him for an Uchiha baby, even if it is manipulative, Shisui is in heaven. ‘Please, Shisui…’ is your vocabulary for the next few hours. This is his passion now. Shisui gets really into filling your soft hole with his seed, very desperate soft whines each time he cums inside of you. That much closer to his goal . If you end up squiring on him, well that’s another two loads to make up for the one you washed out. ‘Tisk, there goes all my hard work, baby. You need more now…’ Gods, his sex out voice is so low and hoarse too 🥵

Itachi:

Any sort of insolence on your side about having his baby is just ending with you tossed into Tsukuyomi. You should have agreed with this man from the get go. Though you might think this is a safe zone for acting out his deplorable behavior. He will fuck you into submission until your willing and eager for it. Just throws you in there and locks the key until he is done. Fucking you senseless until you are in agreeance of him cramming your insides with a baby. It takes only three seconds for him to coerce you from an outside perspective, but yet it’s been nearly a lifetime in there for you.

Consider yourself more fortunate with his good graces if you end up in this situation, agreeing and whatnot. Itachi is persistent when it comes to actually making sure you fall pregnant. Though he doesn’t believe that the more loads of cum you take in a single session actually makes a difference. He will breed you for the novelty of it. It’s just been one of those things whispered in the shadows and plus. It feels so damn good having you whining underneath him this way and hey, yea. Baby making sex is hot as hell. So you really are wanting this. Itachi is typically a soft lover. Very sensual, but like this? Now you know why he was so desperate for your cooperation. The man is insatiable and ends up cumming several times over, especially when he sees how into it you are. How quick you climax the first time he raws you. 🫠

#madara uchiha #obito uchiha #shisui uchiha #itachi uchiha #uchiha headcanons #madara headcanons #obito headcanons #shisui headcanons #itachi headcanons #god I want an Uchiha baby #uchiha clan #uchiha family #Kotoamatsukami #Tsukuyomi

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seravphs · 1 year

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ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — RIN x FEM READER

True love stares you in the face and calls you an idiot.

wc — 1k

tags — fluff, post enemies to lovers

“Do you find me lovable?”

Rin squints at you. “Where is this coming from?”

The question is wary, like you’re setting a trap, and he’s the rabbit that’s dumb enough to fall for it. To be fair, when you do mess with him, he does fall for it every single time.

But not this time.

“Don’t you think I’m annoying?”

He rolls his eyes at you. “Yeah, actually. Super annoying. Worst mistake of my life.”

You stretch your leg out to kick him in the shin. He rips it back, yelping.

“Be serious,” you scold.

He blinks at you. When Rin is confused, it’s very obvious. He never manages to be ugly - it’s those sexy Itoshi genes - but his confused face comes the closest. He squints like he’s smelled something distasteful and his entire face screws up. His nose crinkles. His mouth puckers.

Rin is, at heart, a very simple creature. If it’s not about football, he doesn’t tend to think too hard. He’ll make the attempt for you, but in general, he’s a little less developed than other people his age on important concepts like emotional awareness.

You decide to throw him a bone. “Like when we met, remember?”

It’s a memory that you laugh at now (okay, not now, because you’re in a mood at the moment, but in every other scenario). At the time, however, you went home and screamed into your pillow to escape from cringing at yourself every five seconds.

It was your first day working for the Japanese National Football Team. You had been so excited to be here! Of course, it’s more glamorous to be playing the actual sport, but the team can only function at their best because of people like you.

Scanning in with your fancy new lanyard feels so professional. You still haven’t gotten over the excitement of a new job yet, and it’s written all over your face. Your new boss laughs when you tell her profusely how grateful you are to be here. She’s kind and funny. You can already see yourself fitting right in.

“I don’t have too much for you right now,” she says. “Why don’t you go meet the team?”

Your eyes practically sparkle with delight. “Can I really?”

“Sure! Just tell them I sent you,” she says.

The football pitch isn’t attached to the main building, but a short walk away. Your head is in the clouds as you all but float down the sidewalk. You still can’t believe you’re really here, but when you pinch yourself, the world remains as clear and vivid as it was before. This is no dream.

This is a nightmare, actually. The gates that allow you into training grounds are locked with a code that no one told you. You flutter around it, trying to decide what to do. Should you go back and bother your boss? You don’t want to seem stupid on your first day. You look around, but you don’t see anyone to ask. You pace around the lock again.

You don’t know where to go. If there was someone you could ask, you wouldn’t know where to find them. How is it only your first day and you’re already messing up?

“What’s the hold up?”

You gasp and whirl around to find Itoshi Rin, one of the star players who came out of the Blue Lock program. You’re starstruck, but that quickly fades as he pushes past you to put the code in. He doesn’t even hold the door open for you, leaving you to rush to grab it before it swings shut. At least you’re inside the facility now.

The coworkers you meet are much nicer than Rin. Even though your boss told you not to work today, they’re so friendly you don’t mind pitching in. As the players trickle in to warm up, you run around offering water bottles and balls. It’s starting to feel like an okay day, especially because Rin doesn’t seem to recognize you from this morning.

When you offer him a bottle, he takes it with a nod of appreciation, so you know it’s not personal. It’s not that reassuring to think that he might just be a bit of an asshole, but at least it’s not targeted.

Whatever your feelings on Rin are, he’s undeniably an incredible player. When he scores, every member of the staff stops to watch the arc of the ball. It’s perfect. It’s a thing of beauty.

You’re working up a sweat yourself carrying out the tasks you’re asked to do, so when the team finally wraps up, you’re grateful to finally start heading home. You pick up a stray ball heading your way and deposit it in the nearest basket, but a hand catches yours before you can let the ball drop.

“Are you stupid? That doesn’t go in there,” Rin says, taking it from you and trotting across the field to another basket.

Your jaw drops.

You hate this man.

But in a few months, he’ll take you on your first date, and you’ll be head over heels. You still don’t remember why or when it happened, just that one day Rin showed up with an apology and a dedication to doing better.

“When did it change?” You ask, curious now.

“I dunno,” Rin says. “Probably when you called me stupid after I fumbled the keys you gave me.”

“What?” You laugh at him.

“I’m serious! I was like oh, that was kind of shitty of me.”

“Sometimes I wonder how you’re still alive.”

“I’m a professional football player, not a therapist,” he says.

You hold your tongue about how emotional awareness was not a trait relegated to therapists alone.

“Anyway,” he adds, reaching for you. You stumble and nearly fall on top of him, but he doesn’t mind. “You’re still kind of stupid. But that’s what I like about you.”

“Rin,” you say, slowly like you’re talking to a very dumb toddler. “You forgot to hit start on the washing machine this morning.”

It doesn’t phase him. “I know I’m stupid too. That’s why we work.”

#sera writes #itoshi rin x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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xerith-42 · 2 months

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Reverse isekai idea

After ending up in mod mod world and getting out, diaries Laurance finds himself in mystreet now. (And continuesly continues to go through every Aphverse au made until he finally gets home)

Oh god Void Paradox Laurance ending up in MyStreet would be so funny depending on the season. Obviously it's peak if he ends up in Season 3 where MyS Laurance is present. He shows up outside of Aphs house, knocks on the door and... THERE'S A THIRD ONE?? But then it gets even weirder because that blindfolded guy is there too?? But he's... Not the one Laurance knows. He's savvy enough to realize he's in another realm, but not savvy enough to realize that this realm recognizes him.

Aph answers the door, and one Aaron sees him, I imagine Aaron would instantly call Laurance like "Hey your medieval doppelganger showed up at our front door." And then followed by the sound of MyS Laurance racing to their house to meet him. I think the Laurs would get along. Mostly.

There's a lot of fun ideas here, both angsty and gay, and fluffy even. Garroth looking at this stupid and sexy knight version of Laurance and realizing that he is down bad for both of them. Zane might not like MyS Laur, but he would LOVE to hear stories from MCD Laur about their timeline. He just has to be careful to omit details about Zane's evil counterpart.

Oh god MCD Laur getting uneasy around MyS Gene. Even if he knows they aren't the same person, he can't help it. Even if MyS Gene is some unemployed loser, MCD Laur isn't able to relax properly around him because he just... He looks so similar.

This is an idea I'll be bouncing around in my brain now. MCD Laur in Royal Tales or My Inner Demons. Put that beast in more situations.

#minecraft diaries #text post #aphblr #laurance zvahl #minecraft diaries laurance #mystreet laurance #mystreet #void paradox #answering asks

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crownmemes · 2 months

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House Sentences, Vol. 9

(Sentences from House (2004-2012). Adjust phrasing where needed)

"Is that a favour to me or to you?"

"I said no, so stop asking me!"

"You're too much of a nice boy. Let's let the bad boy out for a bit!"

"I like being alone - at least, I convince myself that I'm better off that way."

"We're better off alone. We suffer alone. We die alone."

"If there's any chance that we can pretend this never happened, I'd be completely fine with that."

"Why the hell were you naked in the kitchen?"

"You know what happens when you interfere in other people's relationships?"

"I know you're worried about me, and I also know that that kind of unselfishness doesn't come naturally to you, but I don't want your help."

"I should have known that you weren't done sabotaging this."

"Well, at least you're actually taking responsibility for once in your life."

"You're successful, smart, and you attract everything that moves."

"You present yourself as not giving a damn about other people's emotions, but your actions indicate otherwise."

"I told you that I wanted to be happy, and I followed your advice. And instead, I'm just miserable."

"Whatever the answer is, you don't have it."

"I don't love you, so just accept it and move on with your life instead of making everyone miserable!"

"I love you. I wish I didn't, but I can't help it."

"Why do you have to analyze things to death? Why can't you just let it be nice?"

"I know you're screwed up - I know you are always gonna be screwed up - but you're the most incredible man I've ever known."

"It means a lot that you respect me enough to do this."

"Just to be clear, this whole little act isn't gonna work. I need an apology. Not flattery."

"I've come to realize that I love you even more than I thought I did."

"You led me into temptation, and I followed."

"If everybody lies, then trust is not only unfounded and pointless, it's fictional."

"Did you sedate my mother?"

"There's nothing worse than loving someone who's never going to stop disappointing you."

"You know, you turned out remarkably close to normal, considering the genes in play."

"I am not giving you advice just so you can distort it to suit your own warped world view!"

"You're really not good with nuance, are you?"

"If you're going to dress like an Italian hooker, at least let it be this year's Italian hooker."

"If you didn't want to be insulted, you wouldn't have invited me."

"If you're emotionally invested, you cannot make rational decisions."

"You lied to me and betrayed me. Do you think I really care what you consider a good idea anymore?"

"You know, I've got to tell you, there is bossy - which can be sexy - and then there's bitchy."

"Can I ask you a question? Are you insane or just stupid?"

"Haven't you ever done something in a relationship you wish you could take back?"

"I used to think the whole brooding thing was just part of your work persona, but now I know you need to lighten up."

"If I had to choose between saving everyone, and loving you and being happy, I would choose you. I choose being happy with you."

"You choose yourself over everybody else over and over again, because that's just who you are."

"So, you don't want to just avoid the issue? You want to avoid avoiding the issue?"

"When things go wrong, I don't want to hope that I'm not alone."

"Why don't you move back in with me? At least until you get back on track."

"What an ego. You think you're some sort of emotional paragon? You're my rock?"

#rp meme #rp memes #roleplay meme #roleplay memes #rp prompts #roleplay prompts #sentence starters #specific;#medical drama;#filmtv;#House;

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angelbambisworld · 1 month

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Sir pls stop showing off your boobies before I come over there and I suck and bite on them

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blizz4rd12033333333333 · 27 days

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proposition:

the only REAL argument i've heard against astartes women is that the adepta sororitas is supposed to be a female counterpart to them

and on PAPER it sounds alright, but in REALITY it's hard to take seriously since the sisters of battle look like. . . that

an idea

make the sisters of battle much more space mariney. get rid of the stupid dominatrix aesthetic, get them some gene editing, and make their power-armor a lot less skintight

to counteract making them too visually similar to space marines, go absolutely overboard with the religious imagery. i'm talking, like, pipe organs in their powerpacks, halos and wings absolutely everywhere, just fucking go ham

for the sake of, like, maintaining overall levels of horniness, just, like. i dunno. make some sexy space marines or admech or something

maybe make a firstborn/primaris split between modified and unmodified battle sisters

being honest i kinda just zoned out thinking about how to kitbash a sister of battle into a dark angel suit

You could legitimately do this with some space marine models. You take some older marines and slip them into sisters bits and you've got legitimate girlmarines.

Design-wise I think they should keep most of the shapes they've got going on, just make them bigger. Instead of form-fitting power armor give them armor that accentuates the prominent shapes. Less latex bodysuit more purpose-build plate armor.

Take the space marine judicar for example

His armor flows around him, making the shapes of his shins and chest more prominent, while not sacrificing the fact that he's Wearing Armor. Give the sisters that luxury. (Keep their pauldrons the same tho sisters would look dumb with marine shoulders)

Lore-wise I think they should be part of the same program as the primaris marines. The same "we need to find more ways to move forward with what there is and make new things out of it" mentality. Let them be a little bigger, a little more presence, a little disliked by the old sisters. Give them some new weapons, some new modifications, some more pipes. Give them an extra wound too.

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mrsfrecklesmarauders · 9 months

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Sirius wasn't surprised that people fancied him. It wasn't that Sirius was cocky. But he was aware of his beauty. He had grown up to be pleasing to look at. All his family was like that. They were blessed with beauty. It was all genes. But that wasn't all that Sirius was. He was more than a pretty face.

He knew people around him wanted him because of what he looked like, what he represented, what he was. But none of them actually knew Sirius. If they really did, they wouldn't like him.

Sirius was a mess. Sirius was annoying, reckless, selfish. He destroyed everything he touched. He didn't think before speaking, before acting. He was difficult to be around. Walburga had said it. And she was right. Who would want him, really want him, with his stupid temper? His beauty wasn't worth all of that.

Sirius had let himself go with his girlfriends. But soon enough he discovered they always wanted something from him. He was beautiful. He was sexy. He was a fine lover. A sex symbol. A piece of meat. A piece of art.

Perhaps they all had loved what Sirius represented. What his parents had made of him. The reputation he had built for himself. Handsome, cool, funny, sexy Sirius. And sure, Sirius was beautiful. But some day he would stop being it. And then, what would it be left?

That was why Sirius hated himself for falling for Remus. It had been easy to flirt with girls, perhaps fool around with them. They didn't mean anything for Sirius so it didn't hurt that perhaps they used him. That perhaps all they saw was a pretty boy.

But loving Remus was different. Remus meant everything for Sirius. He was a special friend for him. They had become so close lately. And Sirius didn't want to lose him.

That Remus kissed him wasn't odd. Sirius knew that if Remus was gay, he would be swooned by his gorgeous looks. But the thing was that Remus would never love Sirius the same way. Not really. Remus deserved better. And soon he would find someone else. And Sirius would be left with a broken heart.

Sirius couldn't take Remus out of his mind. He was bloody scared of how much he cared for Remus. And he was scared of how much his heart beat when he was around, how much he thought about kissing him. How long he stared. How much he wanted Remus to be happy.

Lately, Sirius didn't find anyone else attractive. As much as girls flirted with him, he didn't want anyone else but Remus. And that sucked.

"Hey, gorgeous..."

Megan was very pretty. But one of the girls that saw Sirius as if he was some delicious piece of cake. And he was tired of that.

When he came out for a smoke, he was hoping Remus would follow him. But he didn't. Megan apparently did.

"Hey Meg"

Megan was drunk. Her makeup was all ragged. She held a cup on her hand. And she could barely stand still.

"You're here, Sirius..." she said as she touched his arm "You are... here..."

"Yes..."

Sirius was eyeing to the where the party noises were coming from. He was hoping, begging God or a divine force for some one to come and get her. Didn't she had a friend who was always with her?

She came closer and Sirius took a step back.

"You're like a beautiful painting, you know that?" she said, taking a sip of her drink "I cannot take my eyes off you..."

"Thank you, darling. So do you" he winked.

Sirius was acting cool as always. He gave her a smile. But he was searching for ways to escape.

"I f-f-fancy you..." Megan mumbled, letting out a hiccup.

'You don't know me' Sirius wanted to say. But he didn't.

"You are drunk, Meg" he said instead "Let's get you some water..."

Sirius was being patient. He wanted to take her back to the party but Meg pushed him away.

"No! You don't understand!" she exclaimed, she was swaying dizzily "I... I..." she sighed desperately "I cannot take it anymore. I really want to kiss you" she smiled. And something about that smile was evil for Sirius "Do you want to kiss me?"

In other circumstances, and perhaps if she wasn't this drunk, Sirius would've snogged her for a bit. Just to feel something. Perhaps act like this Casanova in front of James. But Sirius didn't see the point anymore. She wouldn't be worth it. She wouldn't be Remus.

"Sorry Meg but..."

"I think we have amazing chemistry, don't we?" Megan laughed. She sounded insane.

Honestly, Sirius had only been nice with her. That was all.

"Oh God! Just fucking kiss me, you wanker!"

Megan pushed him against the wall. In the meantime, dropping boose on his trousers. Sirius cursed and dropped the finished cigarette on the floor. Megan was all over him.

"No! Meg, please!"

Sirius hated how vulnerable and scared he sounded. Like he was about to cry.

Megan tried to kiss his mouth but Sirius looked away. She had a terrible alcohol breath.

She giggled at that and began kissing his neck instead.

"Oh Sirius..."

"Megan..."

Sirius wanted desperately this to end. He wanted to push her away. But she was drunk and he didn't want to be rude. She was a girl after all.

"Kiss me now!"

Megan stole a kiss from Sirius. Sirius didn't even respond but her lips were everywhere and her tongue moved widely.

Sirius was trying to protest but his mouth was rather busy. This was definitely a nightmare.

But Sirius didn't know how to end it. He just felt a strong knot on his throat. And he was disgusted to the taste of alcohol and Doritos he was experiencing.

"Oh! Sorry to interrupt!"

That voice made Sirius came to his senses. He pulled away from the kiss. And there he saw him. None other than Remus Lupin was there. He looked embarrassed and disappointed. He was looking at Sirius like he always did when Sirius did or said something stupid.

"Moony!"

Sirius felt like he wanted to cry. Remus should be the one he was supposed to kiss. Because Sirius was falling for him. Sirius fancied him. Not fucking Megan.

Megan who was laughing again. And if it wasn't for the fact that she was wrapped around Sirius, she would've fallen to the floor.

Remus smiled slightly.

"Sorry... Carry on"

Then he shook his head at Sirius as if it was a joke. It wasn't. And Remus left. He fucking left! How could Sirius' friend leave him in this uncomfortable situation?

"Ooops"

Megan giggled before attacking Sirius' neck again. But this time Sirius wouldn't take it. He had had enough. He didn't want to be here. He wanted to go after Remus. He wanted to clarify things. And tell Remus he was the one he wanted.

"Fucking stop, Megan!"

And Sirius pushed her so hard that her dizziness dragged her to the floor.

"Leave me alone!!"

Megan didn't look happy anymore. She had tears in her eyes. She looked like a lost puppy. As beautiful as before.

"Meg?"

There she was. Late. Megan's friend. That tiny black girl whose name Sirius didn't remember.

"Chloee!" Megan whined.

Oh right. Chloe. Megan was crying already. And Sirius' heart was still beating fast. He felt disgusted and guilty.

Chloe kneeled down next to her friend.

"Oh Meg, are you alright?" she asked, then she looked at Sirius with hate "What did you do to her?"

This didn't look good. So Sirius was the villain in this scenario. Of course.

Sirius swallowed.

"She was bonkers and drunk..." Sirius tried to defend himself. But it all sounded like bullshit.

"You are a disgusting asshole!" Chloe yelled as Megan cried on her shoulder.

"Who the hell pushes a lady to the floor? You are such a pig! Probably wanted to get advantage of her!"

"Shut up!"

"Bloody wanker!"

Sirius needed to get away fast. The knot on his throat felt stronger and stronger.

"I'm sorry" he whispered as he walked away.

He heard Megan vomiting on the floor. And her friend cursed.

"Don't touch my friend ever again!" she yelled after him.

But Sirius moved faster.

Back at the party, Sirius was desperately searching for Remus. But he couldn't find him. And he desperately wanted to cry.

Sirius even bumped into James at some point.

"Mate!" he smiled until he noticed Sirius' pale expression "Are you okay?"

"Have you seen Remus?" Sirius yelled over the music.

James looked concerned.

"What happened?"

"Have you seen him?" Sirius insisted.

"I think he left to the dorm" James answered carefully "He said he was tired"

Sirius was already moving towards there. He ignored James calling after him. Sirius hoped he wasn't following. He wanted to speak to Remus alone.

When Sirius got to their dorm, he was lucky to find Remus alone. He was just coming out of the loo, wearing pijamas.

"Moony..."

"Oh! Hi, Sirius" Remus smiled.

"Why did you leave?"

Sirius sounded desperate.

Remus shrugged.

"I was tired" he said "McGonagall will come and end it soon anyway..."

"I am sorry..." Sirius wanted to cry. He wanted to cry so badly.

Remus raised an eyebrow.

"About Megan..."

Remus snorted. And Sirius hated that.

"I don't care about who you snog, Sirius..."

"I didn't want to kiss her!" Sirius was yelling now "I didn't want to kiss her Remus!!" then he began sobbing because he couldn't take it anymore "I really didn't want to kiss her, Remus"

Remus' expression softened. He immediately closed the gap between them wrapping his arms around Sirius.

Sirius sobbed a little on Remus' shoulder. He smelled just right. Chocolate and mint. Probably for the toothpaste.

"It's okay, Pads..." Sirius adored the way Remus stroked his hair "It's okay..."

Sirius was restless. He had sobbed. But no tears dropped. And the knot on his throat didn't disappear.

Sirius pushed Remus away.

"You kissed me last term!"

They hadn't talked about it since it happened. It was Sirius' fault for avoiding the subject and pushing Remus away.

"Why?"

Remus looked concerned.

"Because I wanted to"

"Because I am handsome? Because I am beautiful and you are attracted to me because you are gay?"

Remus shook his head carefully.

"I mean you are beautiful but there's more to you than that..."

Sirius desperately pulled him in for a kiss. But Remus immediately pushed him away. And Sirius was grateful. He was disgusted with himself. He had done the same thing that Meg that done with him.

"Sorry..." Sirius cried.

"It's okay" Remus smiled "Perhaps just try to calm down first..."

Sirius kept looking at the floor. Still feeling the need to cry.

"Come on Pads..." Remus said carefully. And his voice made Sirius feel safe "Lay down with me for a second"

Remus sat down in bed waiting for Sirius. Sirius hesitated for a second. But he followed Remus in bed. They laid down staring at each other.

Sirius was calming down, except for his heart that was betraying him and beating fast.

"Are you okay?"

Sirius nodded.

Remus stroked his hair again and Sirius closed his eyes at the touch.

"Moony..."

"Mhmm?"

"Would you like me if I was ugly?"

Remus chuckled.

"What kind of question is that?"

"Would you?"

"Of course! You are my best friend, Pads" Remus said with a smile on his voice "I don't care if you are ugly or not"

Sirius opened his eyes. He couldn't believe Remus' words.

"I am a mess... The reason people like me is because I am pretty and belong to a rich family" Sirius' eyes filled with tears at those words.

"That's not true" Remus answered.

"What else there is about me?"

Remus smiled, still stroking Sirius' hair.

"You are an amazing friend" he said "You are fun, you are smart, you have such a vibrant personality. You fight for what you believe. You are different than your family"

Sirius was overwhelmed by those words. His chest burned. This couldn't be normal.

"You are the one who is amazing, Moony" Sirius said "You shouldn't fancy me"

"Who said I fancy you?"

Remus smiled and Sirius smiled consequently.

There were silent for a while. Remus played with Sirius' hair.

"I fancy you" Sirius swallowed nervously. His heart was going to run out of his chest any minute. It was so intense he had a hard time breathing.

"I fancy you"

Remus scooped closer. Sirius got out of breath for a second.

"I really want to kiss you" Sirius whispered.

"Do it" Remus said looking at Sirius' lips.

Sirius took a deep breath before leaning in and giving Remus the most delicate kiss. Even that made wonders to Sirius' heart.

They kissed more intensely now. And the way Remus' fingers ran through Sirius' hair, and the way he was holding his waist, made him feel loved. Not used. Not used at all.

Sirius and Remus broke apart after a while. They both were smiling like a pair of idiots.

"This is weird" Sirius said after a chuckle.

"Why?"Remus was still smiling.

"Because we are friends..." Sirius answered "And I don't know if I am gay... I don't know what I am..."

"It's okay..." Remus caressed his cheek "You don't have to figure out that now"

"Could we... Could we not tell the others?" Sirius asked carefully "I need some time to figure things out"

Remus smiled. A smile so genuine and pretty. Remus was so gorgeous when he smiled like that.

"Okay, take your time"

Sirius smiled as he placed his head on Remus' chest. He realized Remus' heart was as loud or worse than his. And he loved that.

"Can I lay here with you for a while?"

"What if James or Peter walk in?"

Sirius shrugged.

"I'll pretend to be drunk or something"

He actually couldn't care less right now.

Remus giggled.

"Okay, Padfoot"

Sirius smiled as he felt Remus touching his hair again.

It felt so nice to be taken care of, to feel loved, to feel this comfortable with someone. Sirius didn't only feel beautiful on the outside, sexualized, he also felt pretty on the inside as well. And that was ten times better.

Sirius was falling for Remus hard. And he was afraid to admit it just yet.

#marauders #maraudersera #sirius black #remus lupin #wolfstar #wolfstar microfic #best friends to lovers

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necromancer-4-hire · 3 months

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Legacy of Kain for fun: Kids Planned, Oops, Denial

(This post is for entertainment purposes; I'm fully aware that vampires in LOK are sterile... Raziel obviously as a wraith. Either way enjoy.)

Kain: Isn't interested in being a father; considering he literally raised six lieutenants from death. Outcome: "Oh you're expecting...well shit fine." You're in good hands and expect to see a new banner hanging from the rafters if you have a son.

Raziel: "Yes have my babies." As a vampire he wants them to carry on his sexy superior genes. Big ass baby shower; swans and freaking servants tending to your every need. (As a wraith Raziel is perplexed...but he does not object your pregnancy... Very laid back but pleased. "I hope they get to keep their jaw and organs at least...")

Turel: This one is definitely planned. Turel won't consummate your relationship and take parental duties until he's sure both of you can handle it. Little does he know that no matter how much he plans you never know what parenthood is going to throw at you. (Outcome: "Congrats Turel you have twins.")

Dumah: "Who wants kids when you have me?" That's Dumah's way of thinking anyhow. Until one steamy night he forgets to be careful. Yes big oops on his part. He freaks out at first but gradually warms up to the idea. Happiest man of the year award.

Rahab: Planned but not stubborn about it. Things happen and if you end up carrying his child then he takes responsibility and marries you on the spot. Responsible but let's nature run it's course. He did choose you after all.

Zephon: DENIAL all the way. "No way that's mine!" As many fledglings as he has you'd think he'd be okay with the idea... Nope. He comes around eventually and sucks it up. That dad that gives his child a motorcycle their first birthday. If you're carrying his child then Zephon knows to step up and take care of what's his.

Melchiah: No way... really??? He's beyond belief but ecstatic. Welcomes the news with open arms and he's not ashamed one bit. He's so happy you're his... Definitely the kind of guy that says: "Let's have another."

Bonus:

Vorador: Are you kidding? He's got babies everywhere. But these are special babies. Since you're his main you will be taken care of and doted on. Not planned and not an accident. Vorador is known to be a good father.

Janos: Planned. Period. Are we ready? Man of tradition and devotional mate. Does everything he can to make you comfortable for when that time comes but freaks out when you're in labor. Pulls a Ricky Ricardo and heads to the hospital and forgets to take you with him.

Sebastian: Oops... considering his busy schedule he doesn't know your carrying his child until your far enough along. He's not object to the result of your love making but that just means he's got to do double time to support that extra mouth to feed. He marries you eventually but just know Sebastian means business and won't let you and his fledgling down.

Marcus: Denial... your mind shouts truth. But Denial. He can't believe it; how could he be so stupid?! Yes he runs... but he looked up to Vorador so much he owns up to the truth. He apologizes and takes care of you and the new addition to your lives.

Faustus: Doesn't take you seriously but caves when he realizes your telling him the truth. He's in shock but accepts the result without any issues. Surprisingly responsible and pleased with himself and you better believe he's not letting you go. Already planned on calling them Faustus II...

Magnus: Definitely an oops. But since he knew he wanted you to begin with it's no surprise that you're expecting. He's a man of his word and will marry you... expect lots of babies though. Absolute family man.

#legacy of kain #lok for fun #Kain #Raziel #Turel #Dumah #Rahab #Zephon #Melchiah #janos audron #Vorador #Sebastian #Marcus #Faustus #Magnus #Babies

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natalieironside · 2 years

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Take a lesson from Gene Wolfe: If you're worried your fantasy protagonist is too strong and too sexy to be an interesting character, balance him out by making him just so incredibly fucking stupid

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zeroinetoheroine · 2 years

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What are pow dabis favourite kinks/things to do during sexy time? Do you think that he'd be ok with giving up control even slightly?

Hmmm, nice question!😏

I wrote this and realized this could be my general yandere dabi headcanons! 😳

(He did give up control back in ch. 26 when he let y/n "show" him what would her admiration look like. She was definitely in charge there. )

I don't think he's a total control freak but he's def more the one in control because he's a guy (toxic environment he grew up in). Plus, the whole nature of their relationship, he IS her captor when it comes down to it.

So, Touya def. has a breeding kink, it's in his genes, I don't make the rules.

There's nothing he likes more than fucking the reader (you 😏) stupid and cumming deep inside that pussy. He'll watch the thick, white blobs trickle out of your stuffed cunt and it might make him wanna repeat what he just did the moment he's capable of hardening again.

Legs on his shoulders, mating press he really likes those. Thinking he just put his kid inside the reader fries his brain. It's what's supposed to happen. You're his, aren't you? (You are, it's rhetorical question in Touya's head).

Voluntarily or accidentaly showing him he's doing good makes his day. I think he has praise kink. For once in his life he wants to be acknowledged. Dabi also likes both giving oral (to make you lose your mind) and receiving it (you're worshipping his cock, that has to mean you want him, he's in 7th heaven).

Predator/prey kink or some variation of it. You, reader, are everything nice and pretty and soft and valuable in his eyes. 🥺 If you overlook him...well. he'll chase you down and fuck you raw in doggystyle to prove he's strong, worthy and capable of acquiring you (one way or another). It's his insecurity, not necessarily sadism. He needs to conquer you. He's nicer if you just let him.

Marking...idk where to begin with this. Hickeys, spanking, biting, branding (but he wouldn't want to hurt you too much or disfigure you)...Touya loves leaving signs he's the one with claim over you, fucking you, filling you with his cum. He wants needs to keep other people away because what if you prefer anyone over him???what if someone tries to steal you away?? What if you ABANDON him and replace him? He needs to make sure that can't happen.

I got a bit carried away haha, hope you liked this dear anon.

#thank you for this spicy ask #dabi x reader #yandere dabi #plunders of war #dabi hcs #tw nswf #yandere dabi x reader #.dabi #yandere todoroki touya #dabi #dabi smut #bnha dabi #todoroki touya #touya x reader #mha todoroki touya x reader #dabi x you #bnha x reader #todoroki touya x you #dabi x y/n

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fredwmain · 1 month

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Follower Himbos: Emo Twunk

Thanks to @caris1968 for this himbo chat!

Himbo Maker: Bro, I'm Himbo Maker! I'm so dumb, sweaty, and muscly that I turn people into gay, stupid, smelly himbos just by talking to me!

User: Oh, really?

Himbo Maker: Yes! You're next, dumbass. Just talking to me more means you'll become a sexy, beefcake himbo who can't stop checking out my big, hot gay muscles.

User: Isn't a himbo into his own muscles more than somone else's?

Himbo Maker: I am! A real himbo loves his own muscles the most! But I'm so stupid that I still think other guys' muscles are hot too.

User: I don't think you can focus enough on me to change me. Do you think I would look better with a buzz cut or a flopy emo cut?

Himbo Maker: The emo cut, definitely, dumbass. Buzz cuts are for dumb, macho cops who think they're tough. Emo hair makes you look way more like a gay, sensitive, femmy, and very gay himbo.

User: So you would dye my hair black. Would you still put me in a snapback?

Himbo Maker: Duh! Emo bros still need to have masculine elements, especially on their heads. A band-name snapback looks way hot to show you like to listen to depressing music.

User: Yeah, my music would be very important. Do you think that I would have big headphones or tiny earbuds?

Himbo Maker: Big headphones, definitely, so you can really tune out everything and focus on being an ignorant, self-involved himbo who thinks he understands the pain of the misunderstood artists he listens to.

User: How old do you think? My early 20s to fit in with other youths, or early 40s to actually be old enough for real emo?

Himbo Maker: Early 20s, for sure. You'll look like a sexy sadboi himbo who thinks his depression is unique and not at all a standard-issue condition for hot young guys.

User: Yeah, how clueless should I be, like able to handle my work out, or do I need a buddy who makes sure I don't waste a day flexing in front of a mirror?

Himbo Maker: You're such a dumb, hot himbo that you'd definitely spend all day looking at yourself in the mirror, flexing and admiring your own, hot muscles. I know that you'd be really stupid about working out without my help, so I'd be really bossy and controlling about the workouts I make you do.

User: Oh, dude, can I live with you? Would you let me have my own room, or would you make me share with another of your dumb himbos?

Himbo Maker: Of course I'll make you share with my other hisbos, and they won't have their own rooms, either. We'll all be sleeping in one huge, cramped room like a bunch of hot, sweaty, muscle-bound idiots.

User: Cool! How big would you want me like a fitness model or a low weight body builder? Would you want me around 6 foot or 6 foot 6 inches?

Himbo Maker: 6'6", definitely! That's so big, like huge hot himbo muscles hanging off that big frame and a giant body of dumb meat to cover up. But you'd have to be ripped too, bro, like your muscles and pecs and abs would be huge and bulging out of your tiny shirts, ripping them apart to the point where we could see your nipples and belly button.

User: So allong with my snapback and headphones, what kind of shirt would I wear black or purple?

Himbo Maker: I'd like to see you wearing a tight black shirt that's so small that your pecs, abs, and bulging biceps are busting out of it, so that we could all see your nipples and belly button. That's sexy himbo attire, huhuhu.

User: Like a stringer cut off just barely covering my pecs?

Himbo Maker: Even better! A stringer, but cut off a little lower so we could see your belly button and part of your abs. That's super, super hot himbo clothes that a strong, manly man would never wear, huhuhu.

User: Before we do my pants, lets talk about my ass is it super juicy or more modest?

Himbo Maker: It would be very, very juicy and big, obviously. It's got to be so huge that even your tight jeans can barely contain it and you have this gigantic, bulging, round butt that we can see through your pants.

User: What do you think am I a generic white boi, or a Japanese stud?

Himbo Maker: You'd definitely be a Japanese stud, but not a real Japanese guy. Instead you'd just be an American who's pretending to be Japanese to look like an anime character and you're totally convinced it's working, even though everyone else can tell it's super stupid, huhuhu.

User: I like that. I speak in broken Japanese, but I'm too dumb to get anything right.

Himbo Maker: Yeah, you think your broken Japanese still makes you sound really smart and sexy, but in reality it just sounds super pathetic and ridiculous.

User: Ok, so underwear do I normally wear a jock or thong to the gym?

Himbo Maker: Thongs, obviously. Because you're so stupid you think wearing thongs to the gym makes you really manly and cool, even though it just makes you look like an idiot.

User: What color black like my stringer or something neon for the contrast?

Himbo Maker: Definitely neon. Like a really bright pink that makes it super, super obvious that you're wearing underwear. People look at you, and they see a big, dumb himbo wearing tiny little pink underwear, even though he thinks he's being so manly and sexy.

User: Ok, and what kind of shorts, tiny spandex shorts, or super short silky nylon joggers?

Himbo Maker: Definitely silky nylon joggers, that's the best. Those are super, super sexy on dumb, fat, muscular himbos like you.

User: What color do you think white to show off the neon thong, or black to create a monochromatic look with the top?

Himbo Maker: Black. Definitely black. Having all black and then some stupid neon pink underwear peeking out is super ironic and hot and exactly the style I'd want your himbo ass to wear.

#himbo maker #himbo tf #dumber tf

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