#rakshasa street

[rosetta222]

[save-the-data]

Hero Is Back | S01E01

Chinese Drama - 2024, 24 episodes

~~ Adapted from the manhua "Rakshasa Street" (镇魂街) by Xu Chen (许辰).

[jemmamaas]

my brainrot is real

[morweneledhwen]

OMG, Hou Minghao is just the babiest in Rakshasa Street. He must have been like 18/19 when this was filmed.

And he was already playing a smartass back then. 😂

[nachtfaust]

[feng-huli]

“Bond? I’m not sure if Xia Qifeng ever truly had one with me.”

[pillar-of-light]

Okay there are a few anime I'm debating on watching so help me choose one out of this list

•The Morose Mononokean

•Twin Spirit Detectives

•Rakshasa Street

•Undead Girl Murder Farce

•Dekoboko Majo no Oyako Jijou

[momomoon]

Rakshasa Street - EP 311 - Old Friends on Different Paths

[jhdanime]

Rakshasa Street Season 4 Episode 26 Multi Sub

Watch Rakshasa Street (Zhen Hun Jie) Chinese anime | Donghua Season 4 – Episode 26 Multi Sub All Episodes Synopsis Rakshasa Street is a mysterious realm where evil spirits are irresistibly drawn, seeking to wreak havoc and destruction. This enigmatic place serves as a battleground between the forces of good and evil, creating an atmosphere thick with tension and danger. It is a unique…

[kiame-sama]

Humans Are Extinct (Yandere!TWST x Fem!Reader) Monster AU pt 59

(Riddle has been healing at a faster rate than expected from his Overblot. He still has scars from his ordeal, but they are becoming less noticeable. It is still visually apparent Riddle Overblotted, but his mane and tail are slowly returning to the color they were before his Overblot. His remarkable healing speed is attributed directly to the amount of time he has spent with the Human.)

Warnings; yandere au, monster au, multiple yanderes, platonic and romantic yanderes, yandere conflict, NBC vs RSA vs NRC, Fleur City awaits, mention of local artisan foods to Fleur City (grapes, breads, cheeses, alcohol), verbal arguments, standoffish behavior, quiet conflict, Inferno Nymph, Hellcat, Harpy, Rakshasa, Teumessian Fox, Air Nymph, Dragon

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The sun was warm against your exposed shoulders as you walked through the bustling city. Everyone seemed to know who you were and eagerly offered you whatever they had available to them. From food, to trinkets, to clothes, everyone was eager to give you some kind of gift and just have seconds of your time reserved for them.

As you made your way through the streets, you were surprised to see that the colors you wore were not common among the masses. None of your guards wore the pinks and purples that you wore, and it was clear this trend was true among the locals as well. Almost none of the citizens wore colors close to your own, making you wonder if the colors of pink and purple were somehow reserved for Humans during the festival.

Even as you stood with Grim and looked out at the bustling marketplace, you could hardly find one person who seemed unaware of your presence. You assumed some of the crowd was composed of other students, as groups of young adults clung to one another and seemed more interested in your presence than the others. It was supposed to be a social gathering, after all.

Trein had insisted that- for the first official day in Fleur City- your guard team would remain as a group. It made sense to you, as staying in a group allowed them to get a feel for the city as well as see how the people of the city treated you. You figured it was also done to keep everyone calm and in a group while somewhere new. Despite your entourage, everyone was still keen to approach you and try and make small-talk with you.

Rollo remained practically glued to your side the entire time. The ashen Nymph walking in step with you and- for the most part- kept others away with a stern frown that sent most scuttling back to their stalls. Despite his less than approachable attitude towards others, he was almost always smiling when you spoke to him.

"We are honored to be hosting you this year, Madam (Y/n). Fleur City is known for being a safe haven for Humans seeking asylum. It is our duty and honor to have you and your guards visit."

"No need to call me Madam, (Y/n) will suffice. Honestly, we are happy to be here, Rollo."

It was then Grim started wiggling in your arms, as if trying to draw the ashen Nymph's attention to him as he mewled and squeaked. You adjusted your grasp on Grim so he was sitting up and able to talk to your guide more clearly. Rollo seemed somewhat put off by the Kit's insistence, but didn't interrupt as Grim began to speak.

"Don't forget about me! Mama said we can have all the treats today!"

Rollo seemed confused by this, holding up a handkerchief over his nose and mouth as if he were trying to cover his face. His bright red eyes glinting as he regarded the little Kit dubiously.

"... Mama?"

It was then you interjected, petting Grim on his forehead as he loudly purred from the gentle affection you showed him. This behavior from you seemed to interest Rollo as he hesitantly observed the two of you. Perhaps he had misread the interactions you had with the Kit, not wanting to cause any possible offence in his conversations with you.

"Yes, 'Mama'. I found Grim- or more accurately, he found me- when I first fell into this world. As I'm sure you already know, I am not local to this world or it's customs. That first night was a whirlwind of stress and confusion for everyone. Grim was living in the forests on his own despite the fact he is far too young to be alone and found me when I got lost in the woods. Since then, I have taken him on as my own Kit and he has taken to me as his Mama. Despite the fact I did not birth him, he is no less my son. And, for the record, I did promise him treats today."

Grim purred and fluttered his little wings as he nuzzled your chin affectionately. His small whiskers tickling along your jaw as he purred to you and cuddled into your hold with a soft squeaking mewl.

Rollo could scantly believe it. To think that you had been left alone in a forest was one thing, to hear you had the title of mother foisted upon you by a creature such as a Hellcat was appalling. He wasn't going to argue against your connection with the small feline, but he knew that those Night Raven guards were clearly untrustworthy with your safety.

"I see..."

As Rollo tried to think of something to save face and cover up his disappointment in your guards, someone was quickly approaching you. He dropped the subject to face the newcomer head on, ready to scold them for daring to approach so brazenly when you breezed past him towards the figure. In his panic to keep you safe, he almost tripped on his own robes.

You smiled happily and moved to greet the approaching group with excitement, recognizing several among them.

"Neige, how have you been?"

The Dove Harpy let out a trilling sound as he hugged you, cooing over Grim as he enthusiastically greeted you. His feathers were somewhat ruffled with excitement as the others caught up. The group seemed to be comprised of Royal Sword Academy students, even having both Alistair and Che'nya present among the group.

"Hello, my friend! I knew you were going to be present for the festival, but I didn't know that we would be able to meet up so soon!"

Your guards had also caught up and seemed to almost be posturing in an effort to scare off the rival school, but none of them paid the group any mind. All eyes were on you instead.

"Glad to see you all! We were just thinking about grabbing something to snack on while we wander. How about we all settle down for some lunch?"

"That's a great idea! That way I can introduce you to the other Royal Sword Academy students! I know you have so many guards at Night Raven College, but we are always happy to step up if you need us. I promise, none of us are like Erikír."

Despite the way the others seemed to be objecting to your suggestion of grouping up, they weren't about to demand anything to the contrary. You were happy, so your guards swallowed down their pride and resigned themselves to pretending to play nicely with the rival school. There was an open park area with plenty of blankets lain out for wandering visitors to rest and eat, so your group of twenty strong settled down at the cluster of blankets to have a picnic of sorts.

Silver settled down behind you so you could lean back on him as the others formed a close cluster around you. It was clear not all of them were letting their guards down, as Rook kept an eye on the tops of the buildings and Trein kept a close eye on the gaggle of students that were now under his care. Rollo ensured to remain close, glaring at the Harpy that seemed to have somewhat earned your affections.

"(Y/n), let me introduce you to my classmates! The Teumessian Fox is Robin Redhood, he's the leader of our Verdant Wood dorm. He's a super nice guy and can help you find anything you may need in the woods. Then there's Jasper Sandsvire, he's the Rakshasa next to Robin, he leads the Gobianvi dorm. Then there's Kida Kagashi, he's an Air Nymph Fae and the leader of the Mystilantia dorm. You already know Alistair, Che'nya, and me, so I won't worry about introducing us again."

You tried to follow Neige's gestures to put faces to the names as he rapid-fire introduced you to his group. It made you happy to see that Alistair was still being included in Royal Sword Academy outings despite being temporarily lodged at Night Raven College with you. The group actually seemed a tad more friendly than your own scowling guards but you knew their rivalry ran deep even if they weren't willing to say so out loud.

Robin seemed to be a handsome looking Fox man, his fluffy red tail tipped with white and his pointed red ears angled towards you. His skin was fair and his green eyes seemed to hold the warmth of a forest on a sunny day. His legs were that of a red Fox and his almost delicate looking paws ended in a darker colored fur.

The one you assumed to be Jasper reminded you quite a bit of Leona, their body types similar despite the difference in coloration. Jasper's eyes were a warm brown that almost seemed gold in certain lights, akin to the coloration of imperial topaz. His face and body seemed to be equally decorated in lighter colored stripes that framed his face and wound playfully around his sun-kissed skin. It was readily apparent to you that Jasper was some kind of Tiger man instead of a Lion like Leona.

Kida was likely the most interesting of the three you were introduced to, seeming almost alien as he sat among the others. His body was mostly exposed as his clothes were primarily comprised of mesh. His body was glowing from within with an intense light blue shine that also seemed to glow from his eyes, mouth, and tattoo like designs on his lithe figure. His hair was a cloud white and seemed just as disorganized as the clouds themselves despite the air of regality that emanated from him.

The three new faces all seemed much softer and kinder than the typical scowls you were used to seeing at Night Raven College and it was somewhat of a relief to see them. Where you were- mostly- comfortable at NRC, it was still nice to encounter a group of students who weren't desperately trying to one up their fellow students for your attention.

As you chatted with Neige, Jamil and Ruggie returned to your group with a veritable bouquet of fruits, cheeses, and drinks for the gathering that had settled down. It seemed like they even got food for the rival school's students despite how displeased they were at first to have to share your attentions. Grim was nearly wiggling out of his fur with how excited he was, happily digging in the moment those plates stacked high with fruit were set in front of him.

You were quick to get a bunch of grapes for the young Kit, feeding them to him as he purred and popped the fruit in his mouth. It was more than obvious to the group that Grim held a position higher than the rest of them in your eyes as you fed the voracious Kit. While you occasionally took some fruit for yourself, you glanced over the other offerings presented to you.

It was surprising to see cheeses on these plates as you had been under the impression that such culinary feats were beyond the common inhabitant of Twisted wonderland. Rollo seemed to pick up on your interest and was eager to answer you unspoken question.

"There are not many artisans who are adept at the lost art of food preparation, but a fair number of them call Fleur City 'home'. Naturally, I'm sure it would mean quite a lot to the citizens to see you enjoying the fruits of their labors. I wouldn't be surprised if you had quite a bit more to sample while you are visiting our lovely city. Let me know if you would like to sample the other treats were have available."

The word 'treats' quickly caught Grim's attention as he looked at Rollo with wide blue eyes. Rollo seemed to immediately understand that he had piqued the interest of the Kit and was quick to go retrieve an assortment of foods for you and the Kit to try. In his absence, it was the Air Nymph Kida who settled down next to you in the vacant spot.

"Mind if I take this seat?"

"Go right ahead."

"Thank you. I know Neige gave us a lovely introduction, but I figure I should properly introduce myself to you first. My name is Kida Kagashi, it's a pleasure to meet you."

Kida had a rather smooth voice that was closer to the timbre of a tenor than a bass, his voice rich with warmth and a subtle accent that made itself apparent throughout his words. Though Neige said Kida was a Fae, you had almost believed that he would be like Malleus or Lilia, speaking in an antiquated way or hesitant to get close to others species. This was clearly not the case as Kida spoke in a relaxed drawl to you, not at all put off by Neige leaning into him and laying a wing over him.

"Where I would typically say 'I have questions, and you're not going anywhere until I get some answers', I doubt your loyal guards would look too kindly on me if I did say that. Of course, I still have questions about you, if that is okay? Forgive my eager behavior, I am curious about you after hearing Neige, Che'nya, and Alistair's high praise."

Despite the more lofty way he spoke- a common occurrence among Fae, it seemed- there was an obvious excitement to his tone. He reminded you quite a bit of Neige and Lilia, an almost child-like wonder in response to your presence. It was clear he was also taking into account his proximity to you, giving you space to breathe regardless of his own interests. That interest mirrored in the way Robin and Jasper watched you.

"Don't take all of her time for yourself, Kida!"

Robin cheered, smiling as he sat across from you, having moved closer to your cluster of students in an attempt to speak with you as Kida had. It seemed Jasper also took up a spot next to Robin, unaware or not acknowledging of how your guards glared at them for approaching you. Silver seemed- for now- comfortable with their proximity to you, but he still kept a close eye on the trio of newcomers.

"Sorry about them," Jasper spoke, his voice a deep bass that rolled from his vocal cords smoothly like fine grains of sand in an hourglass, "we all have heard a lot about you. Neige and Che'nya are constantly singing your praises whenever we ask about you. You are quite the interesting topic on Sage Island, and clearly the rest of the world agrees with that notion."

"Oh, mostly good things, I hope?"

"Well of course. Not a single one of them has anything bad to say about you. I guess you could say we are curious about you and your Kit. The most we have gotten to know about you is what you have posted to Magicam. Though I feel silly saying it, I actually made a Magicam account just to keep up on your posts."

"Oh? Hopefully I haven't disappointed with any posts. Most of them are actually uploaded by Vil, Rook, or Cater. They're the 'admins' of my page and they typically sift through any private messages I get to make sure they are appropriate before sending them through to me."

Jasper frowned at this, a kind of pitying look overtaking his full lips. Of course he figured those of less than respectful behavior would bother you on social media, it still disappointed him to see others behave in such a way towards you. Goodness only knows what the more depraved of them would say to you if given the chance.

Malleus frowned, watching you speak so candidly to Kida and felt his own poisonous envy rolling in his stomach. He had been trying to give you proper space and not encroach upon your comfort after his prior overstepping of your boundaries, but he couldn't help the way he moved to sit upon Silver's back behind you, making himself a kind of Gargoyle or Grotesque that hovered behind your body. The guarding behavior was obvious even to the Royal Sword Academy students.

Kida was the one who frowned at Malleus the most out of the three, the natural conflict of Day Fae and Night Fae in motion. Robin, though aware of the conflict between the two Fae, made sure to pick up the lull in the conversation. His smile radiant and apparent as he lounged against Jasper's side. The Tiger- or Rakshasa as Neige called him- was quite content to have the Fox lean against him as he grabbed some more fruit.

While the others chattered and tried to gain a second more of your attention, Kida and Malleus simply stared at one another. Sky blue meeting electric green as both males glowered. Though Malleus was not going to stop you from talking to the Royal Sword Academy students, he was not going to allow Kida an easy time wooing you.

Even beyond the conflicted Fae, Rollo looked out at the multifaceted group you claimed as your guards, wondering how he could get you away from them. He was not so foolish or brazen as to speak his plans in front of the group, but it made it all the more difficult to earn your affections with so many others vying for them. He would simply have to try harder, and that Kit of yours would likely be an effective way to get in your good graces quickly.

All in due time.

[sinful-lanterns]

So, for the new event there is a very hot demon NPC, Lady Yaksha, and I've been so thirsty for her. The thought of her roughly taking reader, holding her in the air with her 4 arms, pounding her cock into reader, fucking her until her mind is empty of anything but her and just making a blissful mess of reader <3

CW: Monsterfucking, double penetration, double cocks

Anon hear me out. If Lady Rakshasa has four arms, do you think she perhaps has two dicks—

I MEAN THINK ABOUT IT. If she has double the arms she must have double the package. So imagine this beautiful, strong demon woman holding you up in her multiple arms, plunging you on her two cocks at the same time and filling you up to the brim. You lay idly against her chest with a fucked out, blissful expression while she ravages you on the wall of an alleyway, panting gruffly into your ear before pulling out to coat your tummy and ass in her cum.

She’s huge down there too. You think her arms are built? Imagine how thick and long Lady Rakshasa must be under her garments. It’s a wonder how a human like you managed to fit all of her at once…

“Heh…not bad, human girl…” she purrs, amused at how well you were holding up considering this was your “punishment” for losing the strength competition to her. “While your body may be weak, your endurance is an admirable skill. I will praise that.” Before you could even comprehend what was happening, she slings you over her shoulder and begins trudging down the street, keen on taking you home with her for the night.

You aren’t sure what happens after this, but if you recall Yugu’s tales of demons like Rakshasa, there are times where beautiful young maidens (such as yourself) are taken by demons to become their permanent bride. Perhaps your tale is meant to be the bride of Rakshasa, a better fate than most who dare lose to her temper 🩷

[monsterbachelors]

The Three Don'ts of Sabertooth Brewing

[contains semi-public sex + fem!reader]

SUMMARY: You visit Yanu at work on a slow night. One thing leads to another and just when things get exciting, something both unpleasant and unexpected forces you to take a rain check on back-alley romps.

WORDCOUNT: ~ 2k

A smile brightens your face when you see the Sabertooth Brewing sign from across the street. The venue doesn’t look like an appropriate place for a young lady without nefarious motives but at the same time, the entirety of the Copper Valley district doesn’t appear so. Nonetheless, you couldn’t think of a safer place to be. Whatever turf wars the former copper miners lead, they all agreed to omit Yanu and his business. It reached the point where some locals called the bar “the embassy” as it’s the only neutral ground in the neighbourhood.

The rough-looking miners curtly nod at you as you walk past them. A cloud of smoke and soot surrounds the two men. They always stand near the entrance of the locale but never go inside. Smoking one cigarette after another, their job must be to ensure that Yanu stays largely unbothered by the conflicts of Copper Valley. So far, they’ve been excellent at doing their duties.

You giggle quietly as you read the sign hanging on the front door:

Don’t: - fight - spill drinks - ask Q’rill to make a mojito

A bell chimes when you push the door open. Low, yellow lights make the interior look cosy. Conversations held by the patrons sitting in booths and around small tables are drowned out by a trio playing a familiar swing tune. The smell of cigarette smoke fills your lungs and sticks to your clothes. Two waiters weave between tables and clients, faux joy plastered to their faces. One of them notices you - she gives you a quick wave and nods towards the long bar counter.

Although he is surrounded by bottles filled with colourful drinks, it’s impossible to overlook Yanu. Maybe it’s a general rule or perhaps it’s just your fatal affliction. He’s wearing a shirt, a vest and a pair of tailored pants - exactly what one would expect a bartender to wear. Seemingly lost in thought, he’s just wiping some glasses but still, there is something unspeakably captivating about him. An aura that paints him as extraordinary and not just the way he is.

Yanu must notice you approaching out of the corner of his eye. When his gaze meets yours, his expression immediately changes. The deep, pink scar across his blind right eye gives the rakshasa a certain edge but even that isn’t enough to hide the pure adoration painted all over his face. His blue iris stares at you lovingly until a shadow of mischief dances across Yanu’s features.

“My, my, I don’t recall having an appointment with a princess,” he speaks with pretend surprise.

“Princesses don’t make appointments,” you answer casually. Sitting on the high bar stool, you’re still significantly shorter than the rakshasa behind the counter. “They just show up when they want to.”

He chuckles in a low voice. “Gods bless them for that.”

Yanu leans on his forearms on the counter and hangs his head to let you kiss his cheek. Round, furry ears adorned with silver jewellery flutter as they brush against your hair. It tickles when his whiskers touch your face. 

Feeling his breath against your skin, you don’t have to speak loudly. “I hope I’m not interrupting you.”

“You,” he points an accusatory finger at you, “interrupt my every coherent thought but I’ve learnt to enjoy that.”

Suddenly, your face gets hot. “I’m being serious, Yanu,” you say through flustered giggles. Even after all this time, it’s beyond easy for him to make you giddy.

“Likewise.” He winks at you before standing up straight. “So how can I spoil a princess’s palate?”

“Hm… I feel like elderberry.”

“Drunk all the time, feeling fine on elderberry wine*,” he sings while looking around for ingredients. The idea for a cocktail comes to him in an instant as befits a true connoisseur.

Yanu appears to be in a trance as he pours and mixes lemonade, vodka, St-Germain and some thyme. Every action is quick and decisive but never careless. Similarly, you are in a sort of trance, too - watching his white shirt and elegant black vest strain around the muscles of his arms. One day the seams of the garments might just let go but say, would it really be so bad?

The rakshasa pours elderflower syrup into the shaker. With a swift flick of his wrist, the shaker with your cocktail-to-be flips in the air. The metal cup makes a full circle only to be caught again by his hand, its content poured into a square drinking glass.

He looks at you in anticipation. Satisfaction is written all over his face. “Pretty nice, right?”

But you’re in a bantering mood tonight. Not letting him see how in awe you truly are, you only raise your eyebrows. “You have huge arms. It would be more impressive if you dropped that.”

Yanu sighs dramatically. He shakes his head and crosses his arms across his chest. If it wasn’t for the glimmer of amusement in his good eye, you’d think he’s genuinely upset. “And here I thought that a lowlife like me could impress a princess.”

“Well…” you ponder for a moment, “there are a few things you could do with your hands that would be impressive.”

Something changes about his demeanour. The amusement stayed but now it is joined by some darkness that leaves an aftertaste of chocolates with brandy - warming and rejuvenatingly bittersweet.

“Really?” he asks in a low voice. His blue eye is watching you intensely, almost looking through you. “Pray tell, what do you have in mind?”

Perhaps there’s some perversion to it but you enjoy leaving his question unanswered for a while. Slowly, you sip on the drink, silently enjoying the perfectly balanced flavours. Not too sweet, not too sour. A true testimony of how well Yanu knows you. That passionate gaze of his never once leaves you, catching even the smallest of movements. A predator or a lover? - how similar these two can be.

“A princess shouldn’t be saying such things out loud,” you finally say.

Yanu leans on his arms against the bar counter. With each exhale, his warm breath gently brushes against your face. There’s some intensity hidden under his casual demeanour as though if you were to play your cards right, he might just cause scandalous immodesty in full view of the clients.

“Will she share them away from prying ears?” More than a question, it’s a suggestion. One that you have neither the will nor the want to reject.

Feigning innocence, you shrug your shoulders. “Perhaps.”

The rakshasa only chuckles. He stands up straight and calls out to someone:

“Hey, Q’rill! Watch the bar for me for a bit, eh?”

The drow, equally well-dressed as Yanu, doesn’t even look your way. Still cutting a lemon into pieces, he answers in a heavy accent, “Got you, boss.”

Not waiting for a sign or a word of encouragement, you get off the stool and walk towards the closer end of the counter. Ever the gentleman, Yanu lifts the wooden part, letting you go behind the bar. But that’s not where the two of you are headed - you follow him through the back of the brewery, only to leave through the staff door.

The alley is dark and narrow. Something rattles in the skip filled with trash, probably a rat or two. In the distance, far away from where you’re standing, cars drive by every now and again. Muffled swing music played by the trio inside the bar sounds like an ambience of a faraway world.

Yanu pushes you against the wall. He’s towering over you - if he so wished, he could effortlessly throw you over his shoulder and carry off.  The bricks are cold against your back but soon you find them refreshing when compared to the warmth beaming from the rakshasa. His rough tongue slowly licks the side of your neck. It’s strange, tickling and absolutely delightful. 

One of his hands lifts your leg, resting your knee against his hips. Lustful greediness has him grabbing and groping whatever part of your thigh and ass.

Just when a pleased sigh leaves your lips, Yanu stops licking your neck and nuzzles it instead.

“So how can I impress my princess?” he purrs into your ear. 

He’s not waiting for an answer - not really. Not when you feel his clothed erection grinding against your groin. You can almost feel your arousal dripping down your legs.

Yanu’s other hand slides into your underwear. His fingers, thick and furry, sensually rub your clit in circles. Breath hitches in your throat. “Would this impress her?” he asks.

“Maybe,” you manage to say between whimpers.

The rakshasa only hums in response. It’s hard to say whether your answer satisfies him.

A loud moan escapes your lips as Yanu easily slips his fingers inside your pussy. The stretch is already more than enough for you. Slow strokes have him reaching deliciously deep inside you.

“You look so pretty like this, princess.”

Looking for support, your hands grab his shoulders. It feels as though your abdomen is suddenly set on fire, your coherent thoughts swimming away and turning into static, if not disappearing completely. There is only Yanu, his quiet groans against your neck and his thick fingers hitting that perfect spot.

“Faster, please,” you squeal.

With utmost pleasure, he obliges immediately. It feels so good you could scream but not a sound leaves your agape mouth. If you weren’t so lost in your pleasure, maybe you’d notice your legs quivering. Your grip on his shoulders only tightens, earning a chuckle from him.

“My princess is going to come?” Yanu coos.

No answer comes from you, only another pathetic moan. Desperate to orgasm, you begin rubbing your clit. It’s “allowed” in these extraordinary circumstances. No doubt Yanu’s “I live to please you” attitude will come back behind closed doors and between the white sheets of your bed.

Your vagina is clenching around his relentlessly thrusting fingers, your whole body begins shaking. A cry gets stuck in your throat. The wave of pleasure, the climax he so eagerly gives you, washes over you more like a tsunami than a wave. It drowns out your thoughts, your breathing, your strength. Fortunately, Yanu has a tight grip around your leg, keeping you standing straight. He’s still sliding in and out of you, letting you ride out your orgasm.

Finally, he slips his fingers out of you. You’re about to say something, thank him or praise him, when a loud crash resounds from inside the bar. Someone’s yelling but the voice is too muffled for either of you to understand what’s the matter.

Yanu and you exchange a look of both confusion and worry. Then, as though lovers know something akin to telepathy, the two of you chuckle.

“Mojito,” you say simultaneously.

When your laughter, contrary to the row next door, dies down, you let out a sigh. “Guess we’ll have to postpone our little escapade.” 

Yanu brings his fingers to his mouth and licks them clean. He’s a cheeky man, staring right into your eyes while doing something so indecent. “I’m fine with that,” comes the answer.

But you can play that game, too.

Low groan rumbles inside his chest when your hand teasingly rubs his prominent bulge. He clenches his fists, doing his utmost best to keep himself collected. You could so easily make him fail at that…

“Are you, though?” you ask with faux innocence.

Although you’ve just had a great orgasm, you can feel your pussy throbbing again. As your mind wanders for a second or two, pondering possibilities, your mouth starts watering.

Yanu firmly grabs the wrist of your hand caressing his crotch. Keeping you in place, he grinds against your palm. Through clenched teeth, he growls into your ear.

“I’m a big boy,” the rakshasa purrs. “I can wait a few hours.”

“I know you’re big, boy,” you retort in an equally sultry voice. “I’ll see you home.”

In a loving gesture, he nuzzles against your neck one last time. “Don’t stray.”

After that, he watches you walk away. Only when you disappear behind the corner does he go back inside the bar. As much as he likes Q’rill, he’d much rather go back home with you.

_____

*Lyrics from "Elderberry wine" by Elton John. A bit of an anachronism, yes, but a damn good song.

If you see any books, plays, movies, paintings or songs mentioned, it's most probably something very close to my heart :)

I'm also a complete greenhorn in writing smut, so bear with me as I learn on the go.

[sadruru]

...Hey, I'm still alive! I've had a lot going on lately. Especially bad moments that have hit me hard mentally… But I'm feeling better now, and I'll share at least some fun artwork and a board game.

You can't have too many tieflings, right? I'm running a short Pathfinder board game called “Robbery in Absalom”. Fate has suddenly linked three thieflings from Absalom, one mysteriously tiefling from Cheliax, a beautiful white-haired tiefling girl, and three students from a fencing school. I so love the fact that these guys were invented by real people and play for them... It really sounds magical!

And I'll tell you a little bit about them.

I'll start with three swordsmen and a cute little girl: Alessio - no comments, just an IDEAL AT ALL aazimar from azat 👄💅 (only the others don't seem to agree with it), the main instigator in the company.

Dominic - a beautiful dark-haired guy, a daredevil, a noble swordsman and a burning simp Roslyn, because of such passionate love for her guys often make fun of him 🤣

Rael - a tiefling swashbuckler with a fire, screams funny from women, and loves to read books marked +800 about Queens of the Night (a group of four unique female demigoddesses) 🔥

Roslyn - an adorable tiefling who, as the story progresses, becomes a client for thieflings. She has a cute little mouse with a bow and a HUGE WEAPON FROM NUMERIA AND SHE'S A SNIPER!!! Constantly fending off Dominic's attention.🔫

Now let's start with the thieflings and their mysterious new acquaintance: Marishka (or Panochka) - an arcanist, gold digger and just a charming follower of Calistria who will appreciate you from head to toe. Familiar is a funny flying dinosaur. She is from Irrisen.

Oscar - a “tiefling” (aasimar undercover, no one has figured that out yet!), Grandma's* favorite grandchild. He's a very reasonable guy.

*If in Mendev, for example, sister Kerismei is in charge of the thieflings, then in our story in Absalom the Babushka (Grandmother) is in charge. She is a very sweet old lady who takes care of all her grandchildren, especially the little ones (they can easily get into the most difficult places) and feeds them all with pies.

Firuza - tiefling-cat (rakshasa), my street bully 🐈 Bloodrager with demonic heritage. Lives in Absalom, but judging by her slight accent she comes from the Empire of Kelesh. The brute force of the team and it's got a lot of intimidation! 💪🏻

Ruggiero* - an alchemist, also a client. A very charming, decent young tiefling from Cheliax with secrets of his own (HE'S WANTED IN TWO COUNTRIES AND BY THE HELLKNIGHTS!!!) 🧪

*Once I saw him at the game and his portrait, I screamed for a long time in my head... I probably don't need to explain that I have a weakness for dark-haired, curly-haired tieflings? Yes I'm a sinner 🗿

There will be a next post about Firuza, in case anyone was wondering ;D

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I've started watching Hero Is Back on Youku, mainly because of Ao Ruipeng and because the trailer was giving me a lot of I Am Nobody vibes. (Except not every single character in HIB seems to be insane.)

Also, one of the main characters is a sexy dude with a beard, and I'm just so very predictable when it comes to certain types of characters. 😏

I'm not that invested in the story yet, but the CGI and costumes look quite good and I like the soundtrack. Plus, it's only 24 episodes, so what the hell.

Maybe this is a good time to finally watch Rakshasa Street (2017) as well, while waiting for new episodes, because apparently it's a prequel to this one and I've been eyeing it for a while anyway.

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PERSONAL NAKSHATRA ANALYSIS p4

Shatabhishak nakshatra p1

The Veiling Star. The Power to Heal.

nakshatras characteristics:

Translation:  A hundred healers or hundred physicians  Symbol: Empty circle, thousand flowers or stars  Animal Symbol : A female horse  (pairs with ashwini) Presiding Deity:  Lord Varuna, the God of rain  Controlling/Ruling Planet:  Rahu  Ruling Deity of the Planet:  Durga Nature : Rakshasa (demon)  Mode:  Active  Number:  24  Gender:  Neutral  Dosha: Vata  Guna:  Tamasic  Element:  Ether  Disposition:  Movable  Bird: Raven Upward Facing Direction: South Colour: Blue Green Trimurti: Shiva/Dissolution Gotra/Clan: Sage Atri.

nakshatra quick overview:

shatabhishak is the maturation of rahu, here we are going to see how this nakshatra behaves, mainly in pop culture, but this time saturn is involved as he is the ruler of aquarius.

this nakshatra is about scientific breakthroughs, fame, technology (like cyberpunk visuals), opposition to the king and kingdom (opposite to magha), outlaws and outcasts etc, and on its "healed performance" we can see amazing healers and advisers like carl jung. (not confirmed)

Pop culture manifestation:

Justin bieber ( grew up on rahu mahadasha, and have sun-saturn shatabhishak among his aquarius stellium)

although i personally see him as more of a anuradha man, because he's a first house rahu anuradha BUT he have mars on aquarius so.. i mean to each their own i suppose.

justin grew up during his rahu mahadasha with the lord conjucted his aquarius stellium (sun,saturn,mars) and today he is known as one of the biggest male stars after Michael Jackson (that have a shatabhishak lagna) (when i am saying after Michael i am not saying that justin took his legacy or anything like that what i am trying to say is that to me after mj i haven't seen anyone with this level of fame.)

he was discovered when he was a kid playing on the streets by scooter braun, his former manager (btw i just checked and scooters mars fall in his 7th, since mars is the significator of the 3rd i am assuming that they might have been brothers on the past life.. just a random guess btw because omg this man took justin and payed his bills he basically gave justin a life). after that justin gain massive fame and became one of the most famous child stars of the 00's

here rahu manifests as a troublemaker who surrendered to fame and life pleasures as justin surrender to drugs and the rich lifestyle but I don’t blame him is not like he had the choice because rahu mahadasha is a cloudy dasha.

Michael Jackson

michael was also a child star but this time he was on a band with his brothers, the jackson 5. eventually, Michael followed a solo career and became one of the most famous pop stars of the world. he used to suffer with vitiligo, which results in white patches on the skin and sensitivity to sunlight.

to me both fit in the same category of at least example of manifestation, even tho justin was way more "rahunian" ( he was arrested, was a drug-addicted, and was involved in so many scandals) both of them were harassed by the media since childhood, they were barely a child and they were working already (saturn usually makes the native suffer earlier)

the main difference is that michael embodied the humanitarian part of aquarius, and shatabhishak , per say, he was a man of the people and he was also very loved by the society… justin in the other hand despises the paparazzi and even threw a chair on the public on day..

do keep in mind I am comparing both due to placements and fame I’m not saying they are the same person okay.

both child stars with a huge legacy that had no choice but to work to be able to live and maintain their families showcasing the saturn part of shatabhishak (and justin was able to get away with a lot of mess that was rahu).

quick mention of evils presley who stole someone else’s music and became also another pop culture star with a legacy. (the famous aquarius characteristic stealing someone else’s work and gaining fame with it).

beyond the most common known traits of rahu this time we have, because of lord varuna, the deity of the nakshatra, we have natives who have a deep sense of justice and ends up behaving like a punisher of those who have sinned.

deep sense of justice with a deep harshness hidden, also due to their tamastic nature.

like che guevara who have a shatabhisha moon

and benjamin franklin who discovered the electricity and is considered one of the founding father of the us

and vladimir p**** with his d9 ketu in shatabhisha.

the shadow side of shatabhisha is the lack of control especially to keep “the order and punish the wrong ones”

for the thief example we have pablo escobar (with lagna )

now with innovation we have:

steve jobs (sun) the found of apple



we also have gianni versace with his moon

overall shatabhisha is mainly linked with pop culture trends, singers (a lot of singers) and actors (ex: miranda cosgrove icarly) , models and extremists. for this first part I wanted to clear the most known part of the constellation stereotype and I will include a more analysis on the healing part and extremism later on.

thank you for reading until the end I hope I was able to help someone please feel free to leave feedback and suggestions for next posts if you want to :)

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