#free gold and elixir

[celestiaras]

‧₊˚✧ ❛[ a shot of lust ]❜

ft. claude clawmark x f! reader — ttt, nijisanji en

╰₊✧ while testing out potions, you take an experimental sip gone wrong & your friend isn’t half as innocent as he seems┊2.2k words

contains: smut!! dom reader & sub claude┊slight dubcon, reader is mean but claude is into that, unintentional (high-key nonconsensual) drugging with an aphrodisiac, kinda unrequited feelings but requited lust, making out, marking & biting, slight masochist claude, spit as lube, degradation, unprotected piv on a chair (because you guys are nasty like that), implied multiple rounds

➤ author's note: oh my god, i’ve been starving you guys again, i’m so sorry, i’ve been hit full force with squid game brainrot. this isn’t my best work, but i’m slowly getting back into niji because it’s my first vtuber family and i miss them :( 

potion-making is a refined art that is desirable to all with its effectiveness in battle or healing properties yet mastered by few with how dangerous or explosive results could be with something simple as an extra drop of dragon’s blood becoming fatal. personally, you’re willing to take the risk of the deadly consequences when it comes to elixirs of speed to slay your opponents before they could even blink.

for these very reasons, you study the craft under your fellow adventurer and close confidant claude clawmark. admittedly, he wasn’t your first choice regarding mentors with his messy workspace and questionable habits, but he was willing to teach you for free so you agreed. even victoria and kunai were unsure of your decision but figured that if anyone could handle the eccentric cleric, it would be you. even though this was something you took upon yourself to learn, you really didn’t like being cooped up in his shop all day while taking orders from customers and spending all day mixing strange components. you miss going out and looting dungeons with your guildmates, but learning through experience would certainly be worth it in the amount of gold you could save by making your own potions (people really pay for the expertise of a professional rather than the collected common loot dropped to make them).

the wooden table in the center of the room had a batch of roughly fifteen glass vials filled with strength potions for a customer, a finished half of the order while working on producing the other half of invisibility. you placed a sealed jar of fermented spider eyes on the table for your partner to brew and went to go grab some night vision potions for the base, but you noticed an odd bottle filled with a shimmering pink liquid that stood out among the batch of dully-colored royal blue potions on the self. it clearly wasn’t organized on the right shelf, but it didn’t have a label nor did its appearance match any of the others. “hey claude, do you remember what this is supposed to be?”

he turned his head to examine it for a second before continuing his work, “eh, i’m not actually sure. maybe you should test it out.”

oh yeah, another thing about potions is that if you aren’t sure what it is, you have to try it out yourself. there are tons of healing medicines all over the place in case someone got poisoned, so you drank it without hesitation like you’ve done plenty of times before. it tasted artificially of strawberries and cream, not an uncommon flavor to mask the usual strange medley of ingredients, but it left a weird aftertaste of bittersweetness on your tongue. you didn’t feel any different nor see any change looking in the mirror so perhaps it was simply a base potion that didn’t have any magic added yet, leaving you to go on with your day after placing the empty glass into the sink.

it didn’t hit you full-force as soon as you swallowed it, but the effects were slowly but surely taking hold of you. it started with you feeling warm, taking off your jacket and touching your face, wondering if there was a sudden change in room temperature for some reason. your breathing steadily became more labored even though you weren’t moving around much, trying to take deep breaths through your mouth in a futile attempt to clear your fogged mind and soaking a towel in water to pat away the perspiration beginning to form on your forehead.

were you ill and coming down with a fever? it didn’t feel like any virus you’ve ever had, felt more like… it was definitely from that unlabeled potion you drank earlier, but why would he leave such a thing lying around if it was really what you thought? this was really why you were warned to get a proper tutor instead of a cleric known for fumbling his belongings. the sun had begun to set and the shop would close in about fifteen minutes anyway, so you decided to wait it out even though it felt borderline unbearable. leaning back on the table, you think there must be an antidote or something somewhere to counter it, but you were interrupted before you could get up and look for it.

“are you okay? you look sick,” claude mentioned, taking off his tool belt equipped with various gadgets and moving away from his station to check in on you. “do you… need help with anything?” he took off his glove to gently press his hand against your forehead followed by your cheek to test your temperature, suddenly feeling conscious of his presence with the proximity and feeling his breath on your skin as he stared intently at your face.

you never paid too much attention to his looks, but you suddenly found yourself studying his appearance now that he was so much closer to you: his long opalescent locks that were neatly tied in a ponytail tossed over his shoulder, his sleepy eyes that shifted from magenta to aquamarine, how built he actually was with his broad shoulders that well defined his frame— was he always so handsome?

“hey… claude…” you felt like a living furnace with lit coals that were bursting at the seams, fire burning into desire at your core and could only be quenched by the man standing in front of you. vivi and kunai aren’t the best at keeping secrets (especially when it’s past midnight at a sleepover), you knew he had a crush on you or at the very least found you attractive. either way, he wouldn’t reject you at the moment unless he considers the friendship on the line, and you were willing to bet everything on that.

his eyes met yours, staring deeply into them while waiting for you to finish your sentence. the tension was so palpable that it could be cut with a knife and you sighed, closing your eyes and leaning forward to break it with a kiss. you couldn’t see his reaction, but he didn’t flinch nor did he pull back, instead reciprocating it once he seemed to process it.

it took some of the edge off, but you still felt insatiable and starved for more of him. slipping your hand to the back of his head and intertwining it with his hair, you deepened the kiss and began to dart your tongue out to ask him to part his lips. you had no way to know what he was really thinking, but he seemed to be understandably confused about the whole thing and yet he didn’t deny you or offer an ounce of resistance. he obediently followed your motions and let you take the lead, just how you liked it, even whimpering slightly when your tongue gently brushed against his and felt the cool titanium pierced through it.

oh, when you heard that sound escape his lips, something feral awakened within you. “fuck…” you placed your hands on her shoulder and swung him around, roughly shoving him down onto a nearby chair and splitting his legs apart with a knee in the middle while continuing to kiss him roughly. fiddling with the hem of his clothing, “is this okay?”

he blushed a deep red as if the gravity of the situation was only hitting him now that you were requesting for content, “y-yes! of course! totally!” he mentally cringed, his ass did not just say ‘totally’ when his crush of over a year was asking if it was okay to fuck him.

thankfully for him, you didn’t seem to mind in the least bit and fervently began to strip him of his clothing, pulling his black top over his arms and tossing it haphazardly on the floor. his strapping frame was even more evident with his bare chest exposed to you, pretty unblemished ivory skin that was just begging to get marked up and bruised. you were quick to leave one last kiss on his lips before lowering your head to suck on his neck, watching a dark purple-red hickey bloom on the spot. you repeated this process a few times before outright sinking your teeth into his tender flesh, finding yourself unable to refrain from behaving like a wild animal even though you were trying your hardest to hold yourself back. 

meanwhile, claude felt like he was dreaming and was almost light-headed by your touch. he allowed you to use his body as you pleased, like a doll for you to play with and abuse. the pain didn’t even register as such to him, feeling more like ecstasy shooting through his veins wherever your mouth found itself as his eyes rolled back like the pathetic fool he was.

“fuck, i feel like i’m going crazy,” you groaned, adjusting your position to sit on his lap and pulling back his pristine white pants to reveal his leaking cock before holding out your palm. “spit.” he complied, taking a moment to gather saliva in his mouth before spitting a clear glob into your open hand which you smeared all over his dick to act as makeshift lube.

the heat was really beginning to get to you like the wrath of a thousand suns, prickling at your skin and causing you to pause your actions to remove your own clothing. you didn’t notice until you were fully nude the way he was staring at you like he had just witnessed the unfiltered beauty of a goddess for the first time. maybe if it was another day under different circumstances, you would have felt soft at his obvious affection and admiration towards you, but unfortunately, you were feeling nothing but irritation due to the effects of the drug.

you extended an arm to push him back so he was sitting properly against the chair instead of slouching, moving to straddle him and finally, finally, lined up his angry red tip with your entrance before sinking into it. claude gasped as he buried his face into your chest, unable to rut into you as he so desired with your purposefully straining your weight on him. 

despite not being able to think straight, your dominance over him was made clear as you set your own pace, ignoring the strain beginning to form in your thighs as you worked your way up and down his length. his size was perfect, not too difficult to take, and also able to hit all of the right spots.

despite not being allowed to put in any work, claude’s heart was hammering in his chest like he was running a marathon with strands of hair sticking to his face thanks to the beads of sweat that formed on his forehead. he struggled to find a place to put his hands with your hips moving too fast for him to grip and the little groan you would let out in the precipice of pleasure and disdain each time he tried to touch you elsewhere led to him simply gripping the sides of the wooden chair he was seated on, basically hold on for dear life while chasing an orgasm to snap you out it. 

“you did this on purpose, didn’t you, you little freak?”

“h-huh?”

“you wanted me to drink that potion, didn’t you? so that you would get fucked like a whore, just how desperate are you?”

he opened his mouth to deny the accusation but found himself unable to and let out a pathetic whimper instead. how could he deny it when it was completely true? he didn’t think you would actually drink it, only planted it on the table and allowed for chance to take the reins, but he didn’t think anything was actually going to happen.

still, there wasn’t a single ounce of regret in his body, even if you were being a little mean to him. he didn’t mind how your sharp words cut into him, it made him dizzy if anything. 

you began to slow down as the ache of constant bouncing was catching up to you, moving your hand to circle your clit and crying out when you felt yourself unravel at the contact. feeling your velvety walls pulse around him had him following shortly after when you lifted yourself off of him, causing him to finish on your lower stomach in pretty white splatters.

both of you were exhausted at the exhibition of energy on top of the long day before this situation occurred, breathing heavily as you got off the chair in favor of leaning against the table with your shaky legs. 

he couldn’t read your reaction, if the gravity of what just happened had sunk in yet or if you were still basking in the satisfaction of your climax. it made you glow in a way, making him dumbfounded and unable to meet your eyes. “i-i should go…” in a matter of minutes thanks to his stupidity, he just went from a good friend to a lowly slut in your eyes all because you were able to see right through him like glass.

however, you grabbed his wrist and pulled him back towards you, nude bodies pressed flushed against each other, kissing him fervently again with a slightly crazy edge to your actions. “yeah, no, you aren’t going anywhere. you started this mess, you’re going to help me out until the potion wears off or until we both pass out.”

[redvexillum]

Here me out. Vox working on wiring some new monitors and getting tangled in the wires. His lovely little assistant finds her boss stuck, wires pulling his shirt a bit up and... well... Vox is pissy becasue he's being seen stuck but he needs help. And the more he tries to wiggle out of the wires, the tighter they get and oh my, does he like that?

🦊- just a random fox passing through, nothing to see here. Def Not Kit.

Dearest Kit or Def Not Kit, I've been going feral over Vox x Reader and I have no one to blame but you for making me fall deeper in love with the flat screen TV-head demon. Your request has been living rent free in my head since the day I saw your devilish prompt sitting sexily in my inbox. Kit or Def Not Kit. Do you see my request list on my front page? Do you see how long it is? I say this with utmost love and respect for you, but damn you for making me possessed and open my word document at 1 in the morning as the story gets longer and longer. XOXO, RedVexi 💋

SUMMARY: Your boss is a class-A hole, and you had envisioned tormenting him for all the overtime he was forcing you to work. Truly, he was ensuring that your time in Hell was...Hell. Perhaps it was you burning out, but you had a very vivid, steamy dream of your boss.

...At least, you were pretty sure it was a dream.

TAGS/WARNINGS: f!reader, assistant!reader, dom/sub undertone, sub!Vox, dom!reader, hating your boss to confused h*rny, reader has vivid s*xual imagination, reader is extremely sleep deprived and is so done with Vox's shenanigans, Vox is sort-of a jerk, fluff if you squint

At first, the letters on your document seemed to shift ever so slightly, causing you to misread some of the words. You squinted, trying to focus on each letter, but it was no use. The words began to dance and twist, performing their own chaotic ballet at an infuriatingly quick tempo. Your head spun, the floor beneath you tilted slightly at an angle, and a sharp pain pierced behind your eyes.  

“Ah, fuck,” you muttered, pressing your hand against the middle of your throbbing forehead in a futile attempt to alleviate the discomfort. You took a deep, fortifying breath and reached for your energy drink, downing the sickly sweet liquid that had become your elixir of life. You had lost count after the tenth can, and the end of your workload seemed to grow every time you checked your to-do list.  

Everyone else had long since left the office, leaving you alone in the oppressive silence of mandatory overtime, working under the relentless demands of the most unreasonable, Hell-worthy, boss.  

The weight of exhaustion pressed down on you, the muscles in your back and neck ached, and your mind screamed for a moment of reprieve. The flickering fluorescent lights above cast a harsh glare on the endless sea of paperwork before you. Each page mocked your efforts, sadistically laughing at you to try to make sense of the cryptic mess of letters and numbers that the previous assistant had left behind.  

As you took another swig of the energy drink, the taste no longer registered, your tongue felt tingly yet numb. It was just a means to an end, a way to keep pushing forward despite the shroud of fatigue threatening to take away your sight.  

“Just a few more hours,” you whispered to yourself, a mantra of survival in the face of exhaustion. The words offered no comfort, but they were all you had now. Taking another deep breath, you picked up one of the many documents littered across your desk. One look and a wave of frustration crashed into you. What was the previous assistant even trying to achieve? 

Nothing made sense.  

Groaning, you leaned back in your chair, letting your head fall back as you squeezed your eyes shut. How many days had it been since you’d had a full night’s sleep? You’d thought being a personal assistant to the CEO of VoxTek – an Overlord of Hell – would pave your path with literal gold.  

Instead, you were wading through a relentless tide of paperwork, guzzling obscene amounts of energy drinks, and simmering in a pit of sexual frustration. Seriously, when was the last time you got laid? Every single one of your partners had left you, fed up with being forever second to your work.  

This morning, your girlfriend – ah, ex-girlfriend now – had screamed at you to choose between her and your job. Before you could respond, your Vwatch buzzed, reminding you it was time to pick up your boss’ dry cleaning.  

With an apologetic smile, you gave her a quick peck on the cheek and pleaded to postpone the conversation until after work. The last thing you heard before you closed the door was her muttering: “Go fuck yourself.” 

And…fuck yourself indeed because the moment you sat at your desk to slog through another hellish day of ungodly work hours, your phone vibrated with her text message. Her final text message telling you that she was leaving you.  

Sighing deeply, the weight of her words pressed down on you. It was a reminder that you were sacrificing everything for your job once again.  

Slowly, you opened your eyes, the fluorescent lights blinded you temporarily. You had died like this – overworked to death for a massive corporation when you were alive. Was this truly your fate, to repeat your human life in Hell?  

Could you find happiness even in this damned place? 

Your shoulders jolted up, and you scrambled to sit upright as you heard the loud crackle of electricity echoing inside the empty room. The demon responsible for your lack of sleep and failing relationships boldly strolled through your office the moment he materialized out from the security camera.  

The prick, a.k.a. your boss.  

“There you are!” Your boss, with all the glory of a cheap flat-screen TV for a head, loomed over you. With a click of his tongue, he narrowed his red digital eyes. “I asked you to bring me the reports thirty seconds ago!” he pointed at your Vwatch, the manacle chaining you to the company, to him.  

You felt your left eye twitch once, twice.  

Thirty fucking seconds.  

Was this for real? Was he seriously pissed off because you didn’t run to his fucking safety hazard of an office within thirty seconds?  

The rage simmered beneath your exhaustion, a boiling, whistling kettle ready to blow its top. The audacity of this bitch-ass baby, to demand so much for so little recognition. Every muscle in your body begged for rest, for a break from the relentless grind that had followed you from the mortal world to damnation.  

Lord, you hated him. Never mind that he could have picked up the fucking report himself.  He literally had the power to teleport anywhere in the building through the security cameras, which were everywhere.  

A sudden, intrusive thought barged its way through your mind. This was your moment. Your moment to finally release the manacle that had been wrapped around your right wrist for the past nine and a half years. A moment to throw this cheaply made watch at his equally tacky flat-screened face.  

Your left fingers twitched, but you remained still, sitting in the chair with your head bowed.  

Were you being too rash?  

Yes. You were.  

You weren’t thinking clearly, overworked and burnt out as you were. 

You couldn't quit even if you wanted to...at least not right now.

The muscles in your eyes continued to twitch as your ears slowly honed in on the sound of Vox throwing a bitch-fit, comparing you to his last assistant, who was “so” much better. He made sure to stress the word “so,” emphasizing your supposed lack of drive, productivity, and quality of work.  

You weren’t really listening to his words. His voice melded seamlessly with the whirring of the computer fans, a droning background noise to your mounting frustration. Each of his cutting remarks sliced through the restraint that held your volatile anger at bay.  

Vox could leave now that he had his report, but he chose to belittle you instead. Your gaze flickered to your wrist, to the cursed device that had dictated the course of your life. You were sure that if you threw this watch at his face, the look of shock glitching across the screen would be quite hilarious.  

“Are you even listening?” he snapped, his voice pulling you back from the haze of your addicting, intrusive thoughts.  

Your eyes flicked back up, meeting the static-filled screen that served as his face. “Yes, sir,” you lied, your voice steady despite the turmoil within.  

“God, I’m surrounded by imbeciles, you and Val–” Vox continued to rant out into the vast empty office that only housed the two of you.  

Couldn’t he see that everyone else had already left? Couldn’t he appreciate that you were still working after hours every single day for almost a fucking decade just to meet his unreasonable expectations? 

Jaws clenching, you continued to hold back your frustration and ire by the skin of your teeth. Couldn’t he just let you catch a single break? For fuck’s sake, you had just gone through a breakup because, once again, you had chosen work – chosen him – instead of your girlfriend, instead of your happiness.  

The desire to pull on his gaudy red bow tie tight, making sure he felt the constriction around his throat, was overwhelming. You imagined pushing him onto your desk, straddling him. You would make sure to crinkle all his precious reports for good measure too.  

Your gaze landed on the way the light reflected off the flat screen of his face. You would smack him, open-handed, just like you used to do with your grandpa’s old television when it fritzed out.  

You remembered your grandpa’s words: You only need one good smack to get it working right again, dear.  

Maybe all Vox needed was that one good smack to be fucking humble for once. Then your eyes dropped to the front of his pants. He was such a massive dick, probably compensating for the size of his package.  

How you wanted to strangle his limp, tiny dick, to see him helpless and subdued. Maybe you could wrap his dick with the goddamn cables you always tripped over whenever you visit his office.  

A smirk lifted your lips as you envisioned the scene. Vox, strung up by his pathetic, limp dick, his eyes wide with fear and humiliation. He would cry and whine, begging you to stop, but you wouldn’t. After all, this had been a long time coming, a deserved retribution for all the bullshit and verbal abuse he had hurled your way.  

“— and don’t get me started on the fact that you look like a hot mess! Don’t you know that VoxTek has an image to uphold–” 

You imagined forcing him to fold over your desk. You’d make him take his cock into his mouth, the humiliating act of self-servitude making him gag. With one hand, you’d grip the edge of his head, shoving his face down further, and with the other, you’d ram a thick, fat dildo into his tight, unused ass.  

His pathetic whimpers would be muffled by the growing hardness in his mouth, a pitiful noise that only drove your desire to dominate him completely.  

You’d thrust into him relentlessly, the dildo filling him over and over. The tight ring of his ass would pucker up, trying to grip the dildo, to keep it shoved up all the way in his ass. Each thrust would be a punishment, a reminder of every insult and degrading comment he had thrown at you.  

“All I’m saying is, I expect better from you–” 

You would fuck him hard and fast with the toy, spurred on by his moans he would desperately want to hold back.  

Vox let out a sardonic laugh. “Then again, maybe that’s asking too much, expecting something incredibly simple from you–” 

You would thrust into him, again.  

“You had one job, and you can’t even–” 

Again.  

“Are you even trying–” 

And again, until you forced him to swallow his own pathetic release. The thought was intoxicating, having Vox submit completely to you. You could see it vividly: his face contorting with a mix of pain and unexpected pleasure. His eyes would squeeze shut, trying to stop the tears forming in his eyes. 

“Sorry, sir,” you blurted out, feeling the heat creeping up to your cheeks and below your gut. Holy shit, were you seriously just thinking of all that? Were you fantasizing about… 

Your boss. 

Your fucking boss.

Shit.  

You were more exhausted than you thought. Clearly, you were horny, tired, and caffeinated to the point of insanity to even entertain the idea of touching your fucking boss.  

Fuck, you desperately needed rest.  

Vox paused, his eyes widened giving you a glimpse of a myriad of emotions you couldn't recognize except one: vulnerability. But that didn't make sense because you meant so little to him – he gave two shits about you.

Before you could scrutinize further, he cleared his throat drawing you away from your circling thoughts. “Yes, well, I expect you to get the reports for the new project organized before tomorrow morning.” 

This time, it was your turn for your eyes to widen. “B-but, sir, th-that's going to take me all night!” You couldn’t stop the whine from spilling out.

His expression remained impassive, the flat screen of his face reflecting your frustration and fatigue back at you. “And?” he said, his tone cold and merciless. “That’s what you’re here for, isn’t it?” 

The weight of his words doused your initial flare of anger and was now replaced with perpetual exhaustion. Your body screamed for rest, for a break from this endless cycle of work. But as you looked at Vox, you knew there was no escape, at least not tonight.  

You would push through, as you always did, because, like an idiot you had signed a contract with him to work for Voxtek for the next ten years. You couldn't afford to break that contract, as it would be an automatic forfeiture of your soul.

Curling your fingers into a tight fists, you repeated the same words that acted as your only saving grace for the past two years. You counted down the time before you could finally be freed.

Six more months.

Six more months of working under your shitty boss until you could quit and never look back.

The thought of freedom was a fragile hope, barely enough to sustain you through the grinding monotony and constant humiliation. The tension in your body slowly eased as your fists unfurled, letting your hands hang limply by your sides.

Swallowing the bitter taste of frustration, you forced yourself to nod. "Yes, sir, I'll get it–"

Vox walked away before you could finish your sentence, disappearing with a flash of electricity through his security camera.  

Sighing, you looked at the pile of papers haphazardly covering your desk. The faint hum of the overhead lights and the whirring of computer fans were your only companions. You rubbed your temples, feeling the tension in your head intensify.  

You picked up a stack of papers, and your eyes caught sight of your cell phone peeking out from the mound of documents.  

It looked like you had another long night ahead of you.  

Not that it mattered.  

You had no one to come home to anyway.  

NEXT ->

💠 MASTERLIST 💠 © Fanart of Vox by@glitterypeachy

[tmwcs]

The Little Mermaid

Part One

Warnings: None…yet.

The surface of the sea presented a contradiction between logic and beauty. It was both calm and raging, the smooth glass reflection of the rolling waves was like a mirror for the Gods residing above the clouds. The seagulls swoon and swirled, admiring the glistening shine of the sun’s rays reflecting off the deep blue. Your body rests on the flat top of the massive rock. It was warm and mostly dry–only the ocean spray graced its mineral surface and quickly dried under the warm light. The scales of your tale was a blend of Pear green, sky blue, lavender, and blush pink. They shined like diamonds and looked more precious than the jewels found on the ocean floor. The strands of your locks reflected a similar pastel blend, just brighter thanks to the unique silver and gold coating that graced each layer. Like tinsel, they reflected a shimmering hue that made your hair sparkle. Your eyes–much like all mermaids, reflected rainbow tints under heavy lashes.

Mermaids were never allowed to cry, it was a customary trait that became innate–since the very first mermaid swore off tears after accidentally slaying her only lover. Atargatis became the goddess of fertility, but her sadness was too much to bear. Once her beautiful legs transformed after she threw herself into the sea, she forbade all descendents of the sea to ever shed tears, so that no one would ever have to relive the sadness she endured. Therefore, all mermaids of her descending bloodline inherited the rainbow eyes–too beautiful to ever shed tears, and forever fulfilling Atargatis’s decree. However, just because you were not capable of doing so, it didn’t mean you wanted to. After longing to inherit those beautiful stilts that the humans would flare whenever they pounced and leaped upon the wooden board of the ships. They looked so joyful and happy–the way they could move and looked as if they flew in mid air each time they jumped.

If only…

You longed for legs of your own. Which is why you took up on the sea witch’s offer when she approached you during a delightful swim to the surface. She claimed that all she wanted was the Pearl you wore on your hair, it was a gift upon coming of age and your sisters all received the same. Despite being the youngest, you received the largest pearl. You cherished it, however, when you were tempted with the thought of frolicking through the dry sand with legs of your own, you gave it up–even if it was just for one day of being human. You didn’t care if you had to face hundreds of years facing the consequences and lectures from your family, so long as you could live out a dream that every mermaid yearned for. You take the miraculous potion from her hands. You couldn’t help but notice the abnormal structures of her fingers–then again, her entire form was abnormal. As you took the spiral conch shell that contained the elixir of her own recipe, you noticed the large gold ring that graced her index. It had a scripture in the human language–something that was unique to any creature that resides in the sea. “My—that ring is interesting, madam sea witch.”

She chuckles deviously. “Ah yes…it would be interesting to the likes of a mermaid, wouldn’t it? After all, you and your kind only witness the language engraved on ships and speak it through tales of song.” Her voice cackled and sounded as dead as driftwood. “A new piece that I am quite fond of. I’m sure once you inherit your beautiful legs, you’ll be able to see many languages, won't you?” she spoke in a demeaning tone. You neverminded her words and handed over your pearl. A seldom look takes over your soft face. You developed a sense of attachment to the pearl–the same one your grandmother wore during her coming of age. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the price to pay for a day of something you’ll never again be able to experience. Everyone knew that the sea witch never does anything free of cost, and she was known to demand the most endearing treasures in exchange for a wish. In your case, the family pearl.

You beached yourself–just hundreds of feet affront the dark marbled castle. You drank the potion that the witch presented. Its taste did not match its appearance–what with the smooth and metallic purple liquid looking like satin, you figured it would taste similar to the essence of coral marrow. However, the taste was rather poisonous. The bitterness was too unbearable, even by immortal standards. You gripped your throat and moaned in pain as you felt yourself choking–it became harder to breathe. Not long after the consumption, you fell into a state of unconsciousness.

You felt the warm air hit your skin—you felt so dry and almost dusty. The debris of sand dust coats your skin along with satin. You inhaled the scent of dark licorice and velvet as you slowly opened your eyes–and there you saw…

“You’re awake?”

His voice was as deep as the Mariana Trench, yet the smoothness and delicate features of his face did not match. He was so beautiful–more than any God you’ve read about in the old tales scripted on stone pillars that were once residing above the ocean ground. He looked as light as air and as gentle as the shallow water. “Can you speak?” His voice goes lower as he presents a softer and more gentler tone. It wouldn’t seem possible except with you witnessing it first hand, you became a believer. How could a human look like this? Was he even human?

“M..mmm…” you moaned in pain as the after taste of the potion rests in your esophagus. Finally, you managed to spill out broken words. Out of habit, the words came out sweet and in tune of a song. Mermaids were always singing and it was the only time when your kind communicated in human languages. “My…name…”

His eyes widened for a second at the beauty of your voice soothing his ears. You tried your best to refrain from singing out your words, and barely managed. “My name is y/n.”

He couldn’t find the words to respond–at least not right away. How golden was it to hear such a voice paired with a visual sight of something as remarkable as you. “What a pretty name.”

You shyly nodded. He breaks eye contact and looks ahead as he breaches the long stairway to the grand entrance. Immediately, the court staff all greeted you and the handsome stranger. “Your majesty! Where have you gone off to? And–”

An elderly gentleman who led the group displayed a look of shock as he questioned your carrier. “Who is this?”

You watched as the handsome man raised an eyebrow and presented a strict look over to the staff member. The elder quickly bowed and lowered his sight to the ground. “My apologies to your majesty!”

“Just get her to a spare room and have the handmaidens help clean her up.”

The elder raises his head. “As you wish for your majesty.” He turns around and snaps his fingers over to the remaining crew “Quickly! Take the young lady into the castle and cover his majesty at once!”

Two women rush over and open their arms welcomingly as they watch the man lower you. From what you understand, this man was of noble blood and was rendered with only the highest respect. You’ve never seen anyone garnish such instant obedience with just a single look, it was as if they were terrified of his presence. It made you wonder if he was a cruel ruler or just overly authoritative. Your mind snaps back once you find yourself falling. “Oh my!” one of the ladies gasped as they both knelt down to aid you back up. They had good intentions, however, they presented puzzling looks when they realized that you kept falling—you couldn’t stand.

“Your majesty, is she injured? She can’t manage to stand on her own.”

The royal man merely kept watching your pitiful attempts with his hands placed firmly on his hips. He did look strict, despite being so incredibly handsome. However, once again you were caught off guard as he softly chuckled and spoke softly. “I don’t think she can walk.” his hands remained on his hips. Paired with his smirk and that deep chuckle, you found yourself feeling something deep in your gut. He was leaving such an impression on you. You suddenly felt the need to try and impress him. You looked over to one of the handmaidens with pleading eyes and grabbed her arms as you pulled yourself up. Once you felt stabilized on flat feet, you slowly released your grip. Overcoming the challenge of standing, you felt a sense of accomplishment and was too joyful to notice as the oversized satin shirt fell off your body. You didn’t think of it as odd, after all, mermaids are always presenting bare skin above the hip line. Naturally, when the handsome stranger carried you it didn’t seem abnormal for him to be shirtless. Yet, you were puzzled when the handmaidens quickly covered you and repeatedly apologized to the man for your display. He merely chuckles again and dismisses it with a subtle wave of his hand. “She’s fine. Take her to the grand room–closest to my chambers.”

They nod in obedience and quickly help you up each step. It took a while for you to gain the momentum of walking, however, the handmaidens were ever so patient. Fortunately, after repeating the motions of placing one foot in front of the other, you caught on and found yourself enjoying the simple sense of walking. “Slow down, my lady. You’ll fall again if you lose your balance!” they warned, yet that didn't stop you. This was everything you dreamed of! You walked, ran, and even jumped on occasion. The satin shirt fell off once more, yet you paid no mind. You kept going ahead with the handmaidens quickly following after begging you to come back to them to provide proper coverage.

After the adventure of the stairway, the staff collected all around–hundreds of them. The castle was enormous, considering it was on land. It was natural to find palaces underwater, since mermaids used the aid of large creatures such as whales and even mythological ones that rarely appear above the surface. But on land, there were no creatures you saw that were large or strong enough to aid in the architecture of such a grand castle. The room you were taken to was lavished with coral pink silk and satin wallpaper. A large bed and vanity rests side by side, with graceful antique furniture decorating the entire room. Large vases filled with land flowers that reflected many colors—just like the coral reef.

After submerging you in a large marbled area that they called a ‘bath’, you were dried and prepped. Every second was an experience worth looking back to when you return to the sea. You chuckled as the handmaidens combed through your hair, remarking the beautiful colored strands. They bickered over trying to ascertain which color fabric looks best with your eyes, since the rainbow hues made it difficult to pick out one solid color. Finally, they settle on a silk threaded dress adorned with floral patterns in gold, blue, green and purple. The base color was a peach and beige stain that complimented your pastel features. They fashioned your long hair with loose waves and adorned it with beautiful flowers and jewels. You sparkled and looked glamorous, and wondered if your dear sisters would ever believe this moment when you tell them.

“My! She looks more beautiful than any princess or queen I've seen.” The handmaid's all whispered around, completely amazed by your grace and polished beauty. Mermaids are known to have an ethereal appearance, however, you wondered if the tales of your kind died off and if this was the first time these humans ever saw a mermaid. You felt compelled to speak and tell them, but refrained. You reserved your tranquil voice for when you converse with the royal man who found you. He piqued your interest and you felt a sense of excitement of seeing him again.

Part Two coming soon.

Taglist: @strxwbloody • @nshmrarki • @aquariushiiiii • @addictedtohobi • @nuriicata • @lilyuwon • @aanniikkaa •

[aurorasgate]

love written in the cards

event details:

event requests: open | normal request rules apply

sfw + nsfw | event tag #🌙.written in the cards

authors note: i feel like i'm always doing events after not writing for a while and when life gets busy n hard but they get me excited n chattin with y'all and it seriously lifts my spirits <3 so here i am with another event to get me writing🩷 since i've been getting back into/deeper into tarot recently i thought it'd be fun to do a little event around it so i hope you'll enjoy it!

how to participate:

i'll be taking tarot pulls for sfw + nsfw requests. if you want nsfw please specify in your request. if not specified i'll stick with sfw. i do ask that for nsfw requests you be off anon and please have your age displayed somewhere on your blog<3

option one ✵ pull your own cards: from the list of major arcana cards below 'pull' your cards to divine the fate of the story. you can pull 1 to 3 cards and please only one character per request. if there's anything specific you'd like to include in your request please feel free to add as much detail as you'd like!

request example: the lovers + strength with diluc

option two ✵ luna pulls: tell me the character you'd like me to write for, the deck of your choice from the list below, how many cards you'd like me to pull (1 to 3) + what kind of pull you'd like me to do (major arcana cards only or full deck of 78 cards). i'll pull the cards like i would for a tarot reading and write a story based on the cards i pull for you

request example: luna pulls for caleb using the crow deck, full deck pull with 2 cards

luna pulls:

available decks:

antique anatomy ✵ skeletal + floral theme. uses rods, blades, coins and elixirs in place of wands, swords, pentacles and cups

crow ✵ mini cards set in a crow theme

gold foil ✵ large. crystal theme. black cards with gold foiling. my first deck ever

neon foil ✵ dark colored cards foiled with neon blues, pink and purples

note: i'm usually very particular when doing pulls for others that they choose the deck and cards themselves butttt that's kinda hard to do online lol i still wanted to give the option that if you'd like to detail how you'd like me to pull please feel free too! i usually lay the cards out in two rows so if you'd like to tell me to focus on cards in a certain row (top row, bottom row) or to a certain point (like middle, left side, ride side) and/or thinking of something in particular with the character you choose, please do!

pull your own cards:

major arcana:

the fool ✵  key words: beginnings, journey, adventure, innocence, joy, creativity, risk, fearlessness

the fool reversed ✵ keywords: recklessness, distraction, carelessness, irrationality

the magician ✵ key words: manifestation, talent, power, magic, problem solving, determination

the magician reversed ✵ key words: communication block, confusion, deceit

the high priestess ✵ key words: intuition, mystery, hidden secrets, hidden knowledge

the empress ✵ key words: beauty, pleasure, abundance, potential, creation, luxury, fertility

the emperor ✵ key words: power, authority, experience, order, control

the hierophant ✵ key words: tradition, religion, study, obedience, structure  

the lovers ✵ key words: choice, desire, love, duality, romance, unions

the lovers reversed ✵ key words: unconscious choices, conflict, disharmony, imbalance

the chariot ✵ key words: willpower, confidence, ambition, courage, determination

strength ✵ key words: inner power, confidence, patience, trust, courage, compassion 

strength reversed ✵ key words: lacking courage, self doubt, vulnerability

the hermit ✵ key words: solitude, seclusion, wisdom, soul searching, retreat

the hermit reversed ✵ key words: loneliness, sadness, fear of vulnerability

wheel of fortune ✵ key words: good luck, karma, fate, change, opportunity

wheel of fortune reversed ✵ key words: bad luck, misfortune, disappointment, fear of change

justice ✵ key words: truth, honesty, fairness, balance, consequence, equality 

the hanged man ✵ key words: introspection, sacrifice, reflection, acceptance, surrender

the hanged man reversed ✵ key words: reluctance, fear, confusion, stagnant

death ✵ key words: transformations, endings, embracing closure, cycle, release

temperance ✵ key words: healing, balance, divine blessing, spiritual guidance 

the devil ✵ key words: obsession, seduction, limitation, dependency

the devil reversed ✵ key words: independence, release, freedom

the tower ✵ key words: destruction, sudden change, devastation, liberation

the star ✵ key words: hope, blessing, renewal, healing, peace, vulnerability 

the moon ✵ key words: illusion, unknown, deception, danger, intuition

the sun ✵ key words: illumination, joy, celebration, happiness, optimism

judgement ✵ key words: rebirth, acceptance, purpose, awakening

the world ✵ key words: wisdom, ending, achievement, success, completion, freedom

the world reversed ✵ key words: limitation, incomplete, emptiness, lacking courage

[gallifreyinstituteforlearning]

What do regeneration colors mean? Are they personal to the Time Lord?

What do regeneration colours mean?

There's no definitive answer, but we can guess a few things based on what's been observed.

🧐 Does the Colour Mean Anything?

Regeneration energy has varied in appearance over time, with different colours, intensities, and effects. While there's no definitive rule, possible patterns suggest:

🏆Gold = Standard Time Lord Regeneration. Seen in most modern regenerations, likely the default "healthy" state.

⚪White = Age-related or natural death regenerations. Common in earlier regenerations, possibly tied to a gentler biological process.

🔵Blue/Crackling Energy = Forced or Interrupted Regenerations. Seen when the process is interfered with or artificially triggered.

🌈Rainbow Swirls = Unstable or Rapid Regenerations. Possibly linked to pre-regeneration energy surges or a Time Lord in an extreme state of flux.

Since regeneration is a biological and energy-based process, it's possible the colour and intensity vary based on circumstances, such as:

🩸 Severity of injury. A calm, voluntary regeneration might look different from one triggered by massive trauma.

⏳ Delay or suppression. Some regenerations build up over time, which could alter energy output.

🧬 Individual variation. Since regenerations affect personality, physical traits, and sometimes even species, it's not impossible that energy colour varies by Time Lord.

🌌 External influences. The Sisterhood of Karn's elixirs, interference from other Time Lords, or even proximity to certain cosmic forces could affect colour and effect.

🔬 Is It Personal to Each Time Lord?

There's no evidence to suggest a Time Lord always regenerates with the same colour. The Doctor's own regenerations have ranged from white light to rainbow swirls to full-scale explosions. Other Time Lords have displayed blue crackling energy, white glows, or golden bursts.

🏫 So ...

The colour of regeneration isn't just aesthetic—it's likely a complex mix of biological, environmental, and situational factors. But until Time Lords publish a Regeneration Colour Theory Handbook, I can only theorise.

Related:

💬|✨4️⃣What are the four factors of regeneration?: How a regenerating Gallifreyan body might determine its next appearance.

💬|✨👽Is regeneration a natural process or chosen?: Breaking down the process and the stages where Gallifreyans have some or no control during the process.

💬|✨⚠️What counts as a safety hazard for regeneration?: Risk factors in regeneration.

Hope that helped! 😃

Any orange text is educated guesswork or theoretical. More content ... →📫Got a question? | 📚Complete list of Q+A and factoids →📢Announcements |🩻Biology |🗨️Language |🕰️Throwbacks |🤓Facts → Features: ⭐Guest Posts | 🍜Chomp Chomp with Myishu →🫀Gallifreyan Anatomy and Physiology Guide (pending) →⚕️Gallifreyan Emergency Medicine Guides →📝Source list (WIP) →📜Masterpost If you're finding your happy place in this part of the internet, feel free to buy a coffee to help keep our exhausted human conscious. She works full-time in medicine and is so very tired 😴

[squicky-fannish-discourse]

Sequel to this and prequel to the entire AU.

MASTER POST OF THIS AU

After Hiromi realized that it wasn't an ordinary beyblade, and she started to have strange dreams of "Incomplete Suzaku," she consulted Daitenji Kaichou.

“Daitenji-Kaichou?” “Yes, Hiromi?” “What are the results from the cops?” “Ah yes, Clearance for things from that island—yes you may see the notes. But Hiromi, we’re definitely keeping it a top secret. Please do not let anyone else know about it.” “Not even the team?” “They need clearance.” “What kind of background check would you do on them, though?” “Haha, I mean—It’s really our council deciding if you can get access. You’re a reliable girl and you probably won’t put it to any underhanded use.” “Oh! Yes."

"Can't imagine what you'd want it for though, Hiromi." From the island, they confiscated data, things that could be used against the Bladebreakers—more data on the bitbeasts. Cyber bit-beasts of other kinds. Hiromi specifically took a journal, some diagrams, some maps, and a tape recorder in an envelope, and it all belonged to a deceased researcher. The maps had notes littered all over it. See, all of this goes haywire after Brooklyn and Takao destroy the BEGA tower, and also all of the research material also gets destroyed… Except for whatever Hiromi took. PPB at some point took the cyber bitbeasts. And no one from BBA required it what was taken back from her, since now it’s no one’s business. BBA doesn’t really exist as a research facility one year after, and they are slowly rebuilding. Hiromi spent her free time painstakingly translating a russian’s scientist’s journal on the matter to Japanese.

She didn’t tell Kyoujyu or Takao or anyone, because he already told her to put this Suzaku beyblade back wherever she found it. Well, she wasn't sure how to, from the little she'd translated.

They'd be upset at her for irresponsibly using this beyblade.

Maybe... she should... tell them after all...

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Journal Entry

Should this journal fall into anyone else’s hands—consider me a dead man. Alchemy made men believe they could transmute materials to gold or find the elixir of life. You can directly "create" bit-beasts through alchemy. After all, Rasputin created Black Suzaku with his primitive understanding of alchemy and he plunged Russia into chaos. We can do the same with science and chemistry. Alchemy is, after all, the crude predecessor of modern day chemistry. In the previous place I worked was doing a project to create clones of Suzaku, because the client wanted us to create an ultimate bit-beast to capture other bit beasts, but it ultimately fell through. Client got arrested. We fled. After it, I fled—and found employment elsewhere, and I took some notes and some failed clones with me. These failed clones are created from the former Black Suzaku, after Kai Hiwatari used it and abandoned it. But he was the last person capable of handling this powerful beyblade. I’m attempting to create a new form of Suzaku using these failed clones as a base... with our understanding of science, and hopefully, this will be the bit-beast which will rival the actual Suzaku. We’ll attempt to create it from the “ashes of Black Suzaku.” This Suzaku will have the DNA of both Suzakus. Will it be stronger? The strongest? . . .

In Hiromi's dream, she takes a step forward towards the thrashing bird bit beast.

"What do you... what do you want?!" she asked, as she caught flames.

"I..." It screeched. "I just want to be whole."

She was engulfed in flames.

"I'm too weak."

And she woke up, and parts of her comforter were scorched. The beyblade glinted on her night-stand.

[hedwigoprah]

WIP Word Game

“Rules: you will be given a word. Then you share one sentence/excerpt from your wip(s) that starts with each letter of your word.” I was tagged by @jouskaroo and @thedissonantverses. Thanks ya'll, this helps with the weather anxiety I'm dealing with right now :) This includes parts that are already published of Children of the Dark, and stuff that isn't (cause I don't have that much unpublished and everything is always a WIP with me.) "Lotta blood."

Unfortunately, Detre's gestures and behavior was growing a touch more desperate as Heinrich didn't reciprocate in the obvious way he was used to.

"Charming old fellow, really knew how to heckle an opera singer."

If and when she and Emmrich shared anything about the Necropolis it was usually a story of his that she piggy backed off of.

Detre's grave gold clinked against each other as he gestured widely and Veryl slyly hooked a hand around the wine glass he was waving about, saving it and it's contents from an untimely demise.

Keepers knew to keep it free and clear for them lest any overly-friendly patron's piss their pants after getting too close to a knife at their table.

"And I suppose I'm just to call them this one and that one."

"Looks like it's a bad day for me," Veryl had said as she hauled them up to their feet by the collar. "and you."

Each time that she faced one in this line of work that had been imposed upon her, a little piece of her heart started to mold.

It was less than helpful, but there wasn't anything to be done really.

Davrin, ever the mystery solver, was quick to get the story back on track before they could get elbow deep into the particulars of corpse preservation.

"Oh for fu-" Jeltje was observing her own hand when Veryl made eye contact with her.

She didn't even blink as it ran down her face in red rivulets.

Close quarters combat with an undead could get sticky, literally.

"One of the daughters married a well-to-do Orlesian to give their name more gravitas. Frightfully tacky if you ask me."

Personally, she was hoping it wasn't the undead army.

Emmrich had his hands steepled as he observed her from across the table, a coy look on his face.

I did it, I found exactly one K. Are you proud of me? ;) I think I'm just gonna (very calmly and without pressure) tag @strugglinggranola, @trashwithvariety, @basic-x-witch Your word is LITHE (and not abibliophobia like my mom suggested) This was edited from Elixir cause omg nobody uses x's like that my apologies. abibliophobia: the fear of running out of things to read. I’m unfamiliar with this fear with ya'll around.

Have fun! I'm gonna go write till a tornado takes me away.

[eyesofcuriosity]

What Mythical Rabbit Are You?

Moon Rabbit

The Moon Rabbit is a white creature stemming from various mythologies such as Asian and Native American tales, often depicted with a pestle and mortar, creating many elixirs of life in Chinese versions and rice cakes in Korean, Japanese and Vietnamese versions. 

∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗  You are a Moon Rabbit. You're kind-hearted, generous and considerate. You always think of people's feelings and put others before yourself. While you may feel unappreciated in life, currently, one day you will receive the recognition you deserve  ∗ ⋅◈⋅ ∗

In Chinese mythology, the Moon Rabbit is also known as the the Jade Rabbit, called 'yù tù' (玉兔), and is a companion of the moon Goddess Chang'e. It's also known as Moon Rabbit, Grandpa Rabbit, Gentleman Rabbit, Lord Rabbit and Gold Rabbit in various different versions and translations. However, there are also many different Moon Rabbit stories, stemming from Japanese, Korean and Native American stories. 

Chinese mythology: One Chinese story originates from Beijing and describes a deadly plague that came to the city. Chang'e, the moon Goddess, asked the Moon Rabbit to visit each family and cure them off this plague, who did so often receiving clothing out of gratitude for its service. Afterwards, it returned to the moon where people can see it, still creating the cure with its pestle and mortar. 

Another story of Chinese mythology Chang'e steals an elixir of immortality from her husband, Hou Yi (后羿) and escaped, becoming Goddess of the moon. Hou Yi acquired this elixir when he shot nine out of ten suns in the sky, freeing the world of the never-ending daylight and scorching weather. He was then awarded this potion by the Goddess Xiwangmu (西王母) but he never drank it as he didn't want to be immortal without Chang'e. However, there are many variations of the story. Some stories say Chang'e is forced to drink it when a thief tries to steal it, others depict Chang'e as a greedy woman who stole it out of selfishness. However in all stories, Chang'e drinks the potion, becomes immortal and flees to the moon or is punished and sent to the moon. A white rabbit takes pity on Chang'e and flies to the moon with her, to keep her company. 

Native American mythology: A Native American story of a moon rabbit have been heard from First Nations of Canada, Mexico and the US. The Aztecs believed that the God Quetzalcoatl once lived on earth as a man. One day while travelling, he was very dehydrated and hungry, and thought he would die. A passing white rabbit offered herself as food to him, saving his life. Quetzalcoatl was incredibly grateful by her sacrifice, so he took the rabbit to the moon and brought her back to Earth, telling her "You are just a rabbit, but you will be remembered by everyone. Your image is in the light of the moon for all people of all times."

The Cree (a Native American tribe) also have a story of a moon rabbit. The rabbit wanted to fly to the moon but only the crane would take him. The rabbit held onto the crane's legs and as a result, its legs were stretched during the course of the trip which is why their legs are now elongated. When they reached the moon, rabbit touched the crane's head with a bloody paw, rewarding him with the red marks on his head that the crane has to this very day. Up to this very day the rabbit still rides to the moon

tagged by @skarletchains thanks hun!!

tagging @mayhemmaybe @mannequinentity @steel-and-fire @xxlordalexanderxx ( for Cromwell!) and anyone else who wanna try!

[honeybeewhereartthee]

Playing Moba game: honor of kings scenerio || Crazy B edition

All scenerio are based on my gaming history, those all happened. I enjoy playing Moba games those days so I can't help but make this one. I'll have a foot note for things you guys might now know about the game.

Rinne amagi || C: Liu Bang ( roamer / fighter ) || ranking match

-YOUR POINT -

You were minding your own business in the midlane as your a mage this round. Honestly you just want to win and get another star.

Your kinda worried that you don't master the character your using since it been a while since you play mage hero. But there you are trying to farm for gold to buy items and equipment for late game. Your trying to not die at least.

But it seems your team mate especially the roamer who's quite a chatty one start to complain about how bad his tame mate are. You noted that his count of death have been high already.

His quite reckless as he keep going on battle head on like goddess of victory is on his side. Honestly his quite something to say at least.

You don't have a problem against him at the mid fight till he stole your mid lane Health elixir and recalling(1) in front of you which inked you cause his getting really annoying right now.

Your so close to tell the other team to kill the fellow but as a beautiful lady Zhen your playing, your very mindful, very demure. You did not tell him off.

But then as enemies almost killed you, with hp below the safe zone, he use his character ult which teleport and shield their chosen team mate and saving you the right moment.

He was kinda cool for that, so you in return you help him get more kill count as you froze enemies with lady Zhen ult and first skill.

The game ended with your team winning, the MVP of the team is no other than that Liu bang who was complaining earlier. Also the one who saved you the last minute after he stole your health elixir. Gott he was annoying at first but at least you guys won.

You wonder how the person who's playing the character have such free time to even chat since usually people won't chat in game. He most be one of those folks who play games all day, as the game ended you decide to do your work as your boss called you.

HiMeru || C: kongming ( midlane / jungler but is use as roamer for this round) || ranking match.

HiMeru doesn't really play mobile games that much or even want to play it. His only doing it as they were told they going to voice the characters in the next season, so they are playing the game, with crazy b and all. He notice that rinne seems to be playing the game a lot lately. And he even been dragged onto playing it.

His little brother seems to play the game too, his sharing the said account with him since he can't really play that much with how busy he is and that his brother can't play all the time with his health problem and all that.

So today, he decided to play the game since his not that busy, as he saw the matching system start. He realize his brother have put him in roamer and he forgets to change it to his usual lane which is midlane.

He usually play the character kongming as he thought his perfect character to be played by himeru, as kongming is quite smart like him. Also good looking.

Even through playing as different lane hero can cause some reputation points for staling lane, his just have to get it back by playing another round. As the selection begin he saw the mid lane player ( you) who choice daji suddenly chatting.

MC(Daji): I'm afraid od da qiao ult.

He noted that daji doesn't even know how to write sentence, but other than that it seems to need the more assistance from a roamer. So he decide to help the midlane more than the Marksman.

As he play the round. He heard the sound of the door opening in a he cafe. "Ohh~ it's the same account I played a day ago." He heard the annoying amagi commented as he made his head his arm resting place. He wanted to really smack his hands off but his character is currently in a team fight. So he can't do that yet.

"that person doesn't join team fight for most part. Lol." Amagi start to chat something that himeru really doesn't want to hear about. His honestly getting annoying —

You have been slayed by the enemy.

His character suddenly died. Cause this leader of his keep chatting stuff and distracting him.

"HiMeru really doesn't want to listen to your stories." He told him off. He watch the point of view of the daji character who's doing better with their proper equipment is already been brought, they even have instakill enemies.

Somehow he is proud that he manage to he a good roamer with a not so roamer hero to have his team mate be strong enough for team fight.

The game ended before his character can run to the enemy home based to help out. And his character end up as MVP. And that daji character have added him as a friend, through he would think about it. He still have a job to do after all.

Through he can't help but wonder if he can still play with that player again. Hopefully their time schedule of being online is syncing again for next time.

Kohaku Oukawa | C: Xuance ( jungler ) simulation game mode.

There's a new assassin hero in the George! Xuance. Kohaku want to try it out but his not like rinne who would use character for the first time in ranking match, that's dark system play mode. No one wants that. So his going to train in the simulation (3) with random player.

"ah... Why did they pick dolia as marksman...." He suddenly wonder if his looking at another dark system player like rinne.

Who's doing some random thing or things that people won't do that will cause penalty but then again this is simulation, they are fine doing whatever they want.

He just hope they won't lost a fight against AI simulation, that would been so embarrassing. As the match began, he gave died once already. He felt bad as dolia ( you) have told him by auto response it's fine.

Then he watch how dolia marksman(2) went and destroy towers with marksman build. His quite impress by how they manage to build dolia a perfect marksman arcana and equipment.

When he respawn again, he tried to do his best as he still new to the character skill set when he died once again when Dolia have been busy trying to destroy Clash lane towers. He even watch dolia claim enemy buffs and slay the dragon without anyone help.

The marksman dolia even went and defeat overlord by themselves, as his busy to distract enemies. They did won the game and the MVP of that match is no other than dolia.

It was quite something he can't help but give a thumbs up and add the player. He wonder if he can play with them again as he saw their account have went offline after the game.

Niki shiina | C: Loong ( marksman) | ranking game

Niki isn't usually the type that would play the moba game, it's more cause he rather not busy with himself in games since he can use those time to cook and eat. But then they were ask to play the game because they are going to voice act some of the characters.

Honestly he did played the game sometime ago, but he gotten too busy with Niki kitchen to play again. He did wonder if his friend who he always play with before. The person that always play roamer and would assist him as he is marksman who's quite squishy in early game.

Through in this round, the other three of crazy b decided to play with him.

Rinne ( clash lane| Sun Ce) : you better not start feeding enemies or your dead Niki.

Niki ( Farm lane | Loong ): I'm not!

HiMeru ( midlane | Kongming) : himeru hope we will win since himeru doesn't want to lost some stars cause the likes of amagi being a feeder.

Kohaku ( jungler | Xuance ): I'm going to use the new hero ok.

They made a room which only need one more team mate. Which is the roamer.

Niki, notice you just went online: hey can I invite my friend to join.

Rinne: you? You have a close friend here?

HiMeru: as long they do their part of job, himeru is fine with anyone.

Kohaku, mumble: I hope they won't do dark system like rinne would do. Through it be fine if the dark system is like that dolia...

Niki: geez. They are good roamer.

Niki then sent invite to you, who quickly accepted it. The moment your account appear In the game room, the other three become silent.

MC: hi bro! It been a while!!

Niki: hi hi, yes it been a while.

Niki and you chatted even have nickname and Bestie relationship. They suddenly want to let the enemy have a first blood of Niki as you chat with him what hero does he want for support hero.

Niki: anyone is fine, nii-san

He doesn't really know your gender but you and him have niisan or bro nickname and beside you guys have comrade and dou for all match you guys have.

"HiMeru want to ask how come your the only one being ask what type of support hero they'll play ask?" He suddenly cannot help but remember that he assisted you very well when you guys played for the first time. How come you seems to have biased and favoritism?

"ye, how come it's only Niki who's ask?" Rinne have ring his neck again. " Agh! Stop it!! If you guys want to say which hero you guys want for support, mc is fine with any hero! Just chat it on the room." Why do they have to be physical when they can just chat what they want for support. Mc is good with any hero anyway.

"hmmp." Rinne let go of Niki and went to chat that mc should pick a fighter hero. But HiMeru already beat him too it.

HiMeru: hello, can you play as mage / healer?

MC: okii... :D

Rinne: no play as fighter! It's good for team fight!

MC: ????

Mc sees to be in a confusion when they saw the name of rinne account, they felt they seen that account before. They went to look at their battle history and indeed it was the annoying Liu bang character.

MC: I play as mage/ healer then. :D I hope youll let me steal your elixer.

Rinne: ahaha.... Of course, as long you help out.

Rinne suddenly realize you remember what he did and still salty about it. Even so he don't see you complained in that match. You seems to held a grudge.

Kohaku: I'm fine with any support, please take care of me this round.

MC: I will do my best!!

It seems that only rinne was the one remember, as they said, the one remember the most are those who made bad memories like annoyance or negative emotions.

When the match start and they begin to choice hero. It was a time where Loong isn't ban and MC who's first to pick quickly help Niki to pick long as hero for him. When rinne pick his hero which is sun Ce. Mc noted this and later pick Da qiao.

MC ( da qiao ) : my second skill is recall, please don't run away from it.

It sound like it some occuring thing to even say it, Niki send a thumbs up and the game began when everyone picked their own hero as well the enemies.

At the early game, mc went to mid lane to assist HiMeru but then went to assist Niki most of the early to mid game as Niki is their carry for the late game. Through they did tried to help rinne to go home faster with their second skill but rinne refuse to go home.

This inked mc who already told earlier than their skill is faster recall. Rinne doesn't realize this made mc to not help him at all, this is one of da qiao main pet peeves. People who don't know skill 2 of da qiao.

Rinne: support where are youuu help me!!

MC who's in farm lane tried to go to the clash lane where rinne is but saw he died by enemy augron.

MC: just buy anti heal equipment.

"pff...." Kohaku and HiMeru can't help but stop their laughter as they read mc chat they seems to given up on trying to help out rinne at that point. But they do assist mid lane and jungler fine.

Rinne: hey I'm your character husband, why won't you aid me?

Sun ce and da qiao are couple in the game story line, they also gave combo skill where they boost attack and defense stat when played in the same group. It was the reason mc choice da qiao to begin with.

MC: don't you know? Da qiao killed sun ce in the story.

HiMeru:.... Is that spoiler...

Kohaku: is that why you don't want to save rinne?

MC: no, because he refuse to use my second skill to recall, his wasting my mana.

It's really a bad thing to piss off the roamer and support of the group. Theyll end up not being helped faster at all.

In the end of the match, they won the game as the carry ( Loong/ Niki) have won as the MVP, rinne end up the one with most death cause he keep attacking enemies head on. Mc still tried to help him end up dead too. But somehow they won't with 20 vs 40 score.

They made a huge come back. They all thought they lost for a moment. It's a good thing they won or they'll report rinne for feeding the enemies.

...

Footnote:

Mid lane: heroes in this lane are mage class.

Farm lane: heroes here are long range character. But they have strong attack but very weak defense that's why they need support for early game.

Clash lane: this land have fighter, and tanks. This lane is less visited cause it's Boring here. But the battle there are often epic between two clash lane heroes.

Jungler: mostly assassin type that farm monsters in early game, they help with economy of the team on early game, they do gunk lane to get more kills for economy too.

Support: assisting every heroes, they could be fighter, tank, or mage.

Recalling: it's annoying flashing in front of someone..this piss off people very often than none. It's use to flex on someone. Even the stupidest thing.

Dark system: people who would do something like building a hero not usually use for that kind of hero, like making a marksman as support or making support a marksman. Or feeding enemies. Usually those cause people to report you for being a bitch in game and as team mates.

[missygoesmeow]

missy's tips for honour mode :) (it's very long I'm sorry) (oh and here be many spoilers) (but pictures too!)

please note I am not a pro gamer or anything. I sucked so bad when I first started this game (I had no idea wtf I was doing). Like seriously. I didn't know what an action was. what a bonus action was. "No movement left". WHAT DO YOU MEAN NO MOVEMENT LEFT. I had played DnD once before.

I literally bought this game because of Astarion.

I usually play one game and that is Overwatch. the only other time I stopped playing OW was to play Resident Evil: Village because of Lady D. vampire marketing works on me. specifically evil vampire. damn u Neil and Maggie.

if you have any questions about a specific boss or something feel free to ask! I didn't fight everyone though - like I did not do House of Grief because I didn't need to and also it's hard :)

I think a lot of it just came on down to...

ANYWAY. letsa go! this is very rambling!

Like I said in my reply to anon, the best tip is to do tactician FIRST. You’ll get destroyed otherwise. I didn’t finish my tactician run but I did get to act 3 and I did most boss fights (Gortash, Raphael, Cazador). Bosses have legendary actions in tactician and it’s fucking annoying. All the homies hate radiant retort….

Another tip is fucking collect everything. It’s hard to get gold and certain potion ingredients later on. Potion of Speed (you need hyena ears for this) is the BEST. I used them for my Ketheric fight (second phase) and killed him in three turns. I also used them for the final fight and used one or two with Raphael and Orin.

Smokepowder Barrels. I think people call this Barrelmancy? I didn't use them much. I hoarded them for one reason and one reason only.

To blow Raphael.

His soul pillar towers that is. To blow up his pillars. His big long pillars.

Okay I'm done.

(also I did use three in my last fight against the brain - popped them next to it and blew 'em up) Elixir of Bloodlust - sooooo handy with Astarion!

Invisibility Potion is a must - I used this to escape fights when three people were deaded (this happened a few times😅) and get my good friend Withers to bring them back.

bonus tip: don't go into a fight with half your spell slots because you think "she'll be right". she won't be...as seen above

HOLY FUCK WITHERS. You can pickpocket Withers. I used Astarion to get our money back anytime I resurrected, changed class or got a hireling - he doesn’t care if you fail either, just keep trying.

DON'T BE DUMB LIKE MISSY Don't be like me, don't half pay attention in cut scenes and accidentally press the wrong dialogue option. Or else your good friend Lae'zel will turn on you and you will have A Bad Time.

Gale has a stressful day💗

The githyanki are scary and actually now that I think about it, those were usually the fights I had to run away from like a leetle biatch.

Halsin has a stressful day 💗

I forgot that Psionic Backlash is like a thing that does damage and that if your entire worm filled party does it and the person you are casting is at like...say 19 health...they will die because that is not Passive Damage.

And then Jaheira will leave because you murdered her friend.

Oopsie.

(I lost Shart, Lae'Zel and Jaheira in this run) GENERAL STUFF

Always surprise the enemy if you can, it’s a massive advantage!

Get the eye from Volo. This run was not about looking pretty, it was about getting any advantage I could get. Let that man poke out your eyeball. And make sure it’s your Tav, you will mostly likely swap companions and it’s just better if it’s you. It's helpful in a lot of fights but especially Auntie Ethel

Become half illithid. I did this with my Tav, Gale and Minthara. Astarion was a little bitch about it so I didn’t give it to him but I wish I had made him do it.

She looks Not Great but she can fly (sorry Astarion but Z'hera only likes pussy)

Being able to fly is just SO helpful and cull the weak is OP! Also mmmmm worms :)

MY BUILD/PARTY

A Giant Woman (my tiefling) as a Paladin - Oath of Vengeance.

I broke my oath when I ascended Astarion but you can just get it back. Oathbreaker is still good (that’s what I was in my tactician run) but I wanted my channel divinity charges. I started with the Everburn Blade from the cambion Commander Zhalk on the Nautaloid (when you get Shart, give her the Command Spell and use “Drop” so you can just yoink it off him and save a fight). My final weapon was the Nyrulna which you can get in Act 3 at the Circus. To get this you must pickpocket the genie to take his ring and then play his game. He will accuse you of cheating and send you somewher. The prize at the end is this weapon. I love it. I just went invisible and walked through, I didn’t fight the creatures there.

Astarion - the classic gloomstalker/assasin. I had one level assasin and then did 6 levels ranger before going back to assassin. So he was 6 levels in each. With him ascended, he does INSANE damage. I never swap out that vamp, he’s too useful.

Shart/Minthara - I lost Shart in the Shadowfell - wouldn't let her murder Dame Aylin.

a simpler time. before I killed my beloved and my brain was full of worms.

I had to fight her (it was very sad). I changed her class to Life of Domain Cleric. I then made Minthara my cleric when Shart died (same build). She replaced my lover and my cleric <3

i love my new evil girlfriend

Gale - Evocation Wizard so I didn’t change him at all!

he's so hopeful. and Z'hera is very gay.

TIPS FOR POTIONS

If it’s throwable (like invisibility) group the gang together to throw one on the ground to get you all - saves using multiple.

Potion of Speed has an effect called lethargic that is active for one round after the potion ends. This means you miss a turn. HOWEVER! If you drink another one on the last active round of the potion, your Tav will become lethargic immediately and next round you’ll be fine :) I did this for the Ketheric fight.

It’s also helpful (because of lethargic) to not have all characters take the potion in the same round (if you give it to everyone). I never did, I usually gave them to Gale and my Tav.

I hoarded so many scrolls. I had so many dimension door scrolls at the end.

I did get the Necromancy of Thay and did all the things. And then I never used it :)

BIGGEST TIP ONCE YOU'VE UNLOCKING LEVEL 6 SPELL SLOT WITH CLERIC (ALSO AVAILABLE WITH DRUID)

I saw this on reddit! Pretty much what I did was get a hireling - Cleric - and have that Cleric cast Heroes' Feast on my party.

The affected entity is immune to Diseases, Poisons, and being Frightened, it makes all Wisdom Saving throws with Advantage, and its maximum Hit Points are increased by 12

Lasts until long rest!! I also then cast Freedom of Movement on everyone in the party. I then cast Warding Bond on someone - usually Gale because he's a squishy boy :) If I knew it was a BIG FIGHT! I got another Cleric to cast Warding Bond on another party member.

you can see Heroes' Feast (the condition is called Thoroughly Stuffed) and Freedom of Movement. These all last until long rest!

Pretty much any other companions were respeced as Cleric (though I made Jaheira a Wizard same as Gale so I could use her). I did this so that I could use Divine Intervention multiple times within the game!

I used Opulent Revival and nothing else

KEEP IN MIND.

anything can kill you in honour mode. even an elevator.

it crushed me. somehow.

thanks Larian

(if you want proper guides definitely go to Reddit!)

[all-about-kyu]

Summary: n/a Pairing: n/a (background of Yungi, and ot8 x bunny!reader) Tropes: hybrid au, dragon au Genre: n/a Rating: PG Warnings: n/a Word Count: n/a Note: CTASF masterlist Note 2: shout out to @sanjoongie for building this absolutely phenomenal universe with me <3

𝕳𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖏𝖔𝖔𝖓𝖌

Time manipulation

He can’t do it for extended amounts of time but can for a few hours or so

It takes a toll on him but it is very helpful when he wants to get some extra work done

It’s also just nice to freeze time to catch up on sleep or spends some extra time with the thunder 

He likes to pause time for moments like they do in book and movies

He’s reclusive (affectionately) but he absolutely is a hopeless romantic for those kinds of things at the end of the day 

𝕾𝖊𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖜𝖆

Whhheeeeewwww our icy boy 

He can freeze/cool anything instantly 

Which can get really fun really quick

But he also can’t always control those icy shards from showing if he’s not in the best mood

If someone in the thunder is sick he’s always right there with a nice cold glass of water ready to give

Often helps cool San off by conjuring some ice and placing his hand where San will feel it

𝖄𝖚𝖓𝖍𝖔

Shadow manipulation

He’s so precious about it

He uses his shadows to cover Hop’s eyes during a scary or gory scene in a movie that he knows she won’t be able to stomach

Or if Mingi isn’t around to bend the light, he’ll create a sort of shade to block a bit (or all) of the light if it’s shining in someones eyes

He and Mingi work together on the light-shadow things since they’re two sides of the same coin (he wouldn’t have it any other way)

𝕾𝖆𝖓

Fire to Seonghwa’s ice

It’s not just fire though it’s also heat

Which can also be fun since it incorporates a lot of different things

He does have a bad habit of letting smoky tendrils or burn marks showing when he’s not in the best mood either

Before hops came along he was the only one who could get Seonghwa out of his icy moods

Sometimes he burns his food at restaurants to get a free meal (which is hilarious cause he's living more than comfortably and doesn't need free food)

𝖄𝖊𝖔𝖘𝖆𝖓𝖌

Mineral manipulation

It’s actually very helpful in his line of work

Something small is missing in the decor? He’ll just conjure up a few stones!

Also very helpful for Hop’s jewelry shop if she’s in a pinch (she won’t let him just make them all for her)

If he knows the mineralogical makeup of the stone (he has a cheat sheet on his phone), then he can make it!

He knows some better than others though

𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖌��

Light manipulation

He’s a sunny person as it is, but his light manipulation is very helpful to those around him.

Him manipulating light and Yunho manipulating shadows was like a gift from whatever higher power there is

They’re literally inseparable (especially with them being boyfriends)

He often bends the light in his lecture hall and office so it’s not blinding his students or himself as he teaches 

He’s also very handy when there’s a power outage and they need to see!

He can just conjure some up at any point he needs

𝖂𝖔𝖔𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖌

Electricity 

With Wooyoung’s personality, electricity just makes sense

He has a little quirk with accidentally sending small electrical pulses into electronics

He’s broken a few speakers at the dance studio like that…

But it also helps him in the process!

If something’s stubborn, he’ll shock it, and sometimes it’ll fix itself from that.

He does accidentally strike people with small lightning bolts when he’s mad at them though (and he shocks Yeosang for fun sometimes)

𝕵𝖔𝖓𝖌𝖍𝖔

Flora/ plants

We’ve already seen a bit of this in Liquid Gold, but he can create any flora he can think of

There are some plants that are considered “wives’ tales” like the mentioned ‘pregnancy prevention whatever flower’ 

Others are more practical, like interior decorations cooking herbs or healing elixirs 

He also just likes the coziness that his magical element brings with it

He’s made several different vital things for the thunder (mostly that tea for hops) 

He likes to make teas for the thunder based on what flora he associates with them and stores them in little satchels in the kitchen with each person’s name on it (he has threatened to make Wooyoung poison ivy tea before)

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[B] — THE PARK

There’s nothing in this world a quiet walk in the sun can solve, right? At least that’s what your brain always manages to make you believe when sunbeams collide with your skin on the first day of spring, warning you up from outside as if they’re some magical elixir. But it’s just mother nature providing you vitamins and serotonin for free, while helping you clear your head.

The birds are chirping, beautiful flowers are taking over the field, enlightening your view in all the colours the rainbow can offer. You take a deep breath, allowing your whole body to relax just how it deserves. Cool. Your anxious thoughts are basically gone. There’s no need to worry.

When you pass one of the cafés near, you head to the counter and purchase one of your favourite iced drinks. They finally changed the menu to the one specifically made for spring, which eases your heart and mind further.

Everything is perfect. Problems? You’ve never heard of them.

Until you sit down on one of the wooden and dark green coloured benches back in the park again—getting a great panorama view of the pond and the ducks playing and swimming inside.

At first, you don’t notice him. He’s just as shy and anxious as you tend to be, especially whenever he’s with you. Well, usually he plays it cool, pretending to be confident and you believe him. The teasing tells it all. But deep down he knows he’d basically faint if you ever made a move on him.

“Hey.”

Oh, no. Problem number two that you were trying to escape found you. Dammit.

“Hey, Ji. You’re here too?”

No, I’m one of the ducks and turned into an illusion of Han Jisung, he thinks but doesn’t speak out loud. Minho and his sarcasm aren’t a good influence on him as it seems.

“Yeah… I’ve been trying to clear my mind and all.” His gaze is fixated on the ground, as he looks down at his shoes. His hands and fingers are fidgeting, showing how nervous he is.

“Are you okay, Jisung?”

His eyes shoot up towards you, “Yeah! I’m fine. I’m fine.”

It’s hard seeing him like this. You wonder what’s going on and if it possibly has something to do with you. Until you push that idea aside. This isn’t about you. Jisung seems to be plagued by some thoughts and you’re his friend, always ready to help and listen.

“Do you wanna talk? Tell me what’s going on?”

He awkwardly chuckles, “I’m… not sure.”

You tilt your head, stepping a few steps towards him. Jisung’s heartbeat quickens and he prays you don’t notice.

“Come on, you can tell me everything,” you reassure him.

He blinks a few times. “Even if it involves my guilty conscience and you?”

Could he perhaps mean…?

No, there’s no way. Sure, with all the teasing he’s brought to daylight whenever you’ve been in a room with him one could think he does actually like you more than a friend. Hell, Han Jisung flirts with you as if he’s trying to win an Olympic gold medal. The fact you’re still not considering the chance that he has some type of crush on you is almost ridiculous.

“Yeah, even then,” you say. “What is it?”

Now you’re the one whose heart is bursting out of their chest, impatiently awaiting and answer.

“I will tell you… but perhaps, not here? Like in public and all?”

“We can go to my place. It’s not that far from here,” you suggest.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourself inside your apartment since it’s closer to the park where your paths accidentally crossed. You offer Jisung a glass of water and fill one for yourself too before the two of you plop down on your sofa. He’s never been here before and it shows—like a child, his eyes are roaming all over the walls and furniture inside your living room, truly amazed of how much of a copy of yourself this flat is. It reflects you like a mirror.

But your friend gets dragged out of his focused state, when you speak, “So, whenever you’re ready, yeah?”

He gulps, nervousness striking all over his pretty face.

“I know I shouldn’t feel this way and I am sure this won’t even surprise you… but I like you. More than a friend. And, God, you’re so fucking attractive but also freaking adorable, it messes with my head.”

“Ji–“

“Wait, I’m not done yet,” he interrupts you back. “I know I shouldn’t feel that way, after all Minho and you–“

“We aren’t… dating. If that’s what you think,” you tell him.

For a moment Jisung can see sparkles of hope running in front of his eyes, ready to be caught. Until they vanish away, bringing him back to reality.

“But you like him,” he speaks through gritted teeth.

“I do,” you admit.

His head is hanging low now and so are his shoulders which he shrugs. Jisung’s speaks in a soft voice when he begins again, “I knew it. Well, it was nice–“

“But I like you too, more than a friend, Han Jisung,” you tell him with a wide grin.

He nods, a bright laughter slipping past his lips, “The usage of the government name makes it feel so serious.”

“Because I am,” you emphasise. “I am serious. I’m sorry for all this mess.”

He takes a step towards you, reaching for your hands and suddenly all the anxiety disappears. “No. Don’t apologise. There's no mess if we don’t create one.”

You’ve never expected someone like Jisung who makes jokes throughout the whole day would be so mature about this. You’ve absolutely misjudged him on that matter.

“What do you mean?”

You still want to make sure you’re on the same page and he’s not just saying that as a joke again.

“We can discuss things later with Minho,” he explains. “But can I be selfish for once and kiss you?”

The smile on your face is hard to miss, “What are you waiting for, hm?”

He grins, right before he smashes his lips into yours. And it feels like you’ve just cheated your way into heaven. This is perfect. More than perfect. His mouth feels so smooth against your own, as his tongue carefully asks for entrance when he lets the tip graze over your lower lip. You grant him just that, inviting it in, as a mischievous grin makes it up to your face. He’s so shy, so different from all the teasing it’s adorable.

Soon, you wrap your arms around his neck, before your kisses go on a little journey, hovering over his cheek, his jawline, down to his neck. Jisung lets you do the work, melting under your touch and basically turning into a puddle. His head is thrown back, his hands are gripping your waist.

“If we don’t stop very soon,” he starts then, speaking in between small whimpers, “I don’t think I will be able to hold back, baby.”

You chuckle, “That’s my plan, Ji.”

He lets go of you for a second, his eyes finding your own. “What about Minho?”

“Let’s be selfish for a bit. We will talk to him later, yeah?”

Jisung nods, before his mouth crashes into yours again. You feel hypnosis taking over you, when you guide him towards your bedroom. He kicks the door open with his foot, before you drag him further towards the mattress. A little push is enough to make him land on the bed, so you can crawl on top of him. Usually, in any conversation, Jisung is the one to lead, so you’ve been dying to know if he’d be the same in the bedroom. So far it seems to be quite the opposite and you don’t mind at all.

A second later, your friend feels you on top of him, straddling his lap before your arms seize around his shoulders. Your lips are attached to his neck again, drawing the prettiest pattern he’s ever witnessed that will leave a fond memory of today for everyone to see. You guide them further, while you help him out of his shirt, before they travel more.

You’re scooting down, leaving his thighs and forcing a small whine to spill from Jisung’s lips but he doesn’t complain. Not when you’re already making your way further south, hastily fumbling with his belt before you slide down his jeans. His hardened cock is straining against the material of his boxers, begging to be let free. But to tease him a bit more—he deserves it after all—you start slowly palming him through the fabric, applying only a bit of pressure to drive him even crazier.

“Tell me what you like, Jisung,” you tell him in the softest voice his ears have ever witnessed.

“Anything… just touch me, please.”

You decide to free him from the torture, pulling down his boxers just to realise he’s completely naked now whereas you’re still fully dressed. You make quick work when your hand wraps around his throbbing length. He’s thick, promising to fill you nicely but this has to wait for now. You start pumping him, listening to the sweet little whimpers he lets out as if they’ve just become your favourite melody.

“I wanna make you feel good,” you confess, before you slide down. Jisung parts his legs and you settle right between them, getting into a comfortable position. You’re on your knees for him, your mouth dangerously close to his dick. Then he feels saliva drip onto his tip, before you smear the liquid over his shaft.

“I’ve thought about this moment so many times, fuck–“

His words get cut off, when he feels your warm and wet mouth around him. His brain basically shuts off at this point, as he watches your head move up and down, taking in as much as you can fit. Slurping sounds are echoing through your bedroom, while you start drooling all over his length. The fact you’re moaning while doing all the work doesn’t make things any easier for him—Jisung said goodbye to the last hopeless piece of his sanity a while ago.

You let his dick slip out of your mouth for a moment, just to whisper, “You’re such a good boy, Sungie. You’re so good for me.” He almost cums when he listens to those words but is able to cold back. Just for you to take him into your mouth again, nearly triggering your gag reflex. Your friend feels himself getting closer and closer, knowing he’s practically tasting that sweet relief, but then–

You pull away. And give him the most teasing grin he’s ever seen.

“Fuck, why’d you stop?”

“I’d prefer it, if you came inside of me,” you confess, cocking your head.

Jisung—despite the fact that he’s absolutely down for it—panics in an instant, “I– I don’t have a condom with me, Y/N. I didn’t exactly expect this to happen when I went out to the park for a nice walk and–“

“I’m on the pill. I’m fine without one if you are,” you reassure him.

“Jesus Christ, is it my birthday already? I thought it’s March,” he says, hyperventilating, while he looks at his wrist although he isn’t even wearing a watch that would tell him today's date.

You snicker, “Stop joking around, baby, and fuck me already.”

And for some reason, you can’t even explain it yourself, something shifts in his mood. Something quite dangerous, if you will.

“Ask nicely, angel,” he teases. Of course, he’s back with the teasing. He wouldn’t be Han Jisung after all.

You give him a faux pout, “Would you please fuck me, Jisung, and make me cum on your cock?”

“You’re truly an angel because you can’t be real,” he whispers, before his hands find your waist and he turns your around.

“You sure you don’t want me to… prepare you first?”

His fingers are wandering under your skirt, while you spread your legs for him. Jisung lets his hand wander further, until he’s grazing over your wet underwear.

“No… Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

He nods, before he slides the ruined fabric aside, playing with your clit a little while two of his fingers are circling around your entrance.

Jisung scoots closer and aligns his cock with your hole. He dips the tip inside and when you give him a small nod, he adds some more of his length, taking his time to allow you to get used to the feeling.

He is definitely more on the girthier side, stretching you deliciously open and you wonder what life would have been like if you had allowed him to do all this with your body yesterday.

Or, perhaps, even way before that. Because you can’t deny—as pathetic as it sounds—that some of his flirtatious comments have made you a little wet in the past, especially when you were back home, on a lonely night, your fingers passing your underwear while you touched yourself, thinking of the man who’s currently spreading you open with his length.

“This feels so good, you’re so good at this,” you praise him, arching your back.

“Hmm, who would have thought that you could be a good girl too, huh?”

“Only for you, Jisung,” you admit in between moans, letting your friend rail you into oblivion. The feeling drives you crazy, how he fills and pleases you, especially when two of his fingers reach around you and start rubbing your clit again.

“Well, I sure hope so. You’re such a good slut for me,” he groans through gritted teeth. 

You nearly see stars when you listen to those degrading yet praising words, “Make me cum, Ji.”

“Oh, I absolutely will.” He chuckles, driving you closer to the edge of snapping. “Come on, let go, angel, I’ve got you.”

And you follow suit. You clench around him, as your legs begin to shake and your vision gets filled with sparkles. The sensation takes over you, your whole body and soul while Jisung guides you through it. With how much your walls are tightening around him, his own relief gets triggered too and hot seeds shoot into your cunt, filling you to the brim.

Jisung glides his now softening cock out of you, watching the mixture of cum trickle down your thighs.

“So, how about we take a quick shower and head back to my place? We can discuss everything with Minho there, if you like,” he suggests.

“Sounds good.”

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Lotus Lantern: The Summaries, Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

Xinke Baolian Deng Jiumu Quanzhuan(or, "Lotus Lantern 1.0") 

-This one follows the same story beat as the previous two, so I'll just list the differences + expansions.

-After the Third Lady of Mt. Hua saw Liu Junchun's poem, she went to what was presumably the local dragon king to borrow some shrimp and crab soldiers and chase the cheeky bastard down.

-Qiu'er still took the fall, but unlike in the Epic of Prince Chenxiang, here, his mom didn't even object to it. Chenxiang's dad also got in trouble for his crime, and had to be rescued later.

-Chenxiang's master was the Thunderclap Immortal, who taught him 72 axe moves and 73 transformations. No divine power-ups were involved.

-After learning all these cool skills, Chenxiang immediately went to save his dad, Qiu'er, and Qiu'er's mom, whisking them off to the safety of a temple.

-Erlang actually lost the shapeshifter duel, and had to go to FFM to ask Sun Wukong for help. The plan Wukong came up with? 

1. Transform into fake Chenxiang

2. Pretend to rescue the Third Lady

3. Stuff her into a stone chest

4. Throw the chest into a well

5. Lure Chenxiang into the well

6. Cover the well with a stone slab, then set it on fire

-Yeesh. 

-So the rematch became Chenxiang vs. Erlang + Wukong instead, and because this version's Chenxiang was OP as hell, Wukong was forced to flee back to his cave, while Erlang got tied up by a red sash that, despite the uncanny resemblance, wasn't Nezha's signature weapon.

-Chenxiang was ready to axe his uncle after freeing his mom, but the Thunderclap Immortal persuaded him to spare Erlang.

Xinbian Baolian Deng Huashan Jiumu Quanzhuan (Or, “Lotus Lantern 2.0”) 

-This version is probably the closest to modern Lotus Lantern adaptations. First, Erlang's own mom-saving story is canon in this universe, and the story kinda started with a summarized version of the Precious Scroll of Erlang.  

-After Liu Xi proclaimed his crush on the Third Mother, her attendants were pissed off on her behalf, and summoned a giant serpent to scare the mortal to death. On her way back, the Third Mother came across the half-dead scholar, and saved him with some magical elixirs.

-Thus began the start of her own crush on Liu Xi. After returning to her temple, she was quite mad at the attendant who summoned the demonic serpent, and was ready to execute him for his transgressions, before she was interrupted by the Old Man Under the Moon and Gold Star of Venus with a message that Your Relationship Is Divinely Ordained, and maybe spare the guy too.

-It wasn't the Peach Festival she couldn't go to because of her pregnancy, but Erlang's birthday. Sun Wukong arrived fashionably late to the party, and suggested a self-penalty of three cups of wine.

-Erlang was like "Dude, how can you still be late with your cloud somersaults? Three cups' too easy on you, how about a whole jar!"

-He'd deeply regret those words in about five minutes, for SWK got instantly drunk and started rolling around the bed, asking "Hey, y'all have some fine Birthday Wines, can I get more at the wedding tomorrow?"

"...Whose wedding?"

"Your sister's, of course!"

-Annnnd the cat's out of the bag. Erlang stormed out of Guankou and headed straight for his sister, who fled towards the Celestial Realm, hoping to seek shelter from their divine parents.

-When Erlang caught up to her, she used the titular Lotus Lantern to shield herself from the blows; however, it could not protect her against the Immortal-binding Rope, and soon, she was captured.

-Interestingly, the Third Mother did tell him the marriage was divinely ordained, to which he responded with "If it wasn't, you'd be dead, and even so, the Yang family code would not permit it!"

-Thus the Lotus Lantern was taken, and the Third Mother, thrown into a cave under the mountain and watched by the local Tudi god.

-Said Tudi god was not unreasonable, tho, and agreed to take baby Chenxiang to his dad. Soon, the kid grew old enough to attend the local school, where his schoolmates bullied him for not having a mom, with some even calling him a demon's child. 

-Tearfully, Chenxiang demanded an answer from his dad, and when his dad finally yielded and told him the truth, he decided to sneak away to find his imprisoned mom.

-The same Tudi led the kid to her after he cried long enough under Mt. Hua; mother and son had a heart wrenching conversation through the rock gaps, until they were interrupted by someone's arrival.

-That someone was not Erlang, as they feared, but the Thunderclap Immortal, taking a leisurely stroll in the mountains. He took Chenxiang in as a disciple, and told him a way to free his mom: the same magical axe Erlang used to cleave open their grandma's mountain prison way back when, now stored in the Guankou temple.

-Then Chenxiang just...walked up to the temple gate while Erlang was out hunting, and asked one of the Seven Sages of Plum Mountain if he could borrow the axe.

-Funnily enough, the Sage in question was Yuan Hong, yes, the exact same as that white ape demon Yang Jian killed in FSYY, and he was like "Nope".

-So Chenxiang decided to take the sneaky route, transforming himself into four immortal maidens delivering peaches and wine into the temple, got Yuan Hong drunk, then turned into a butterfly and entered the inner sanctum. Just as he was fumbling with the locks, Erlang returned from his hunting trip, forcing him to flee.

-After questioning Yuan Hong, he decided to err on the side of caution and add eight more celestial soldiers to guard the temple. Chenxiang bypassed that security measure by turning into a little insect and crawling inside, but the axe was nowhere to be found.

-Suddenly, a flash of red light flew into the room and led him to a single chest, where the axe was stored. However, there was a new problem; the door was still locked, and Chenxiang couldn't take it outside, so he came up with another plan; transform into a rat and lure the guards into opening the door for some pest extermination.

-The guards inform Erlang, who saw right through it. He told them to keep the door shut, then transformed into a cat and entered the room, forcing Chenxiang to flee again.

-So Chenxiang was pretty disheartened, until he thought of a third idea: transform into his own divine grandparents, Yang Tianyou and Princess Cloud-Terrace, and call Erlang out on his bullshit.

-That filial piety card worked wonderfully. Erlang had no choice but to take out the axe and free his sister, at which point Chenxiang transformed back into himself and battled with his uncle.

-As the Third Mother watched anxiously from the side, who should show up but the Gold Star of Venus, delivering Jade Emperor's divine cease-fire order?

-Happy ending, yay. Sidenote, Erlang actually sighed after seeing the order, acknowledged Chenxiang as a formidable member of the younger generation, and picked him up and called him a good kid/baby ("乖乖!" "宝宝!" 叫个欢).

[ahsokathegray]

The Monks Won't Mind

Pairing: Rexsoka

Summary: Ahsoka arrives at Rex's new base of operations on Teth after several long weeks apart.

Tags: 18+, language, mild tbb s3 spoilers, pure smut, semi-public sex, oral, dirty talk

Word Count: 3,639

A/N: Anyone else see TBB 'Infiltration' and 'Extraction' and immediately conjure up fic ideas with Ahsoka at the Teth base? We’ve unlocked a new Rexsoka fic location and I had to properly christen it with smut of course. Enjoy!

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Minutes after she arrived on Teth, Ahsoka found herself backed against the stairwell wall inside Rex’s repurposed monastery. His hands were restless at her waist and he had her pressed flush against him below the belt. 

“Rex, not here,” she whispered through ragged breaths, an unbeliever in her own words and glancing lazily up the endless spiral staircase. 

Hot breath fanned across her neck as his affections were turned loose. “Yes, here,” he insisted, licking an eager stripe up the cord of her neck and ending at her jaw. Cold air passed through his lips over the wet skin, sending prickling shivers throughout her body. 

Rough knuckles skimmed up the length of her tender lekku, stopping at her neck and working the long fastener running down the front of her shirt. Ahsoka’s eyes rolled back into her skull as more and more of her was exposed — toes curling in her boots when his hands passed under her lekku to push the shirt off her shoulders. 

She rolled them back to help speed along the process, pressing her chest into his, the material falling forgotten at her feet. 

His next words were whispered against the place where her lekku met her cheek, “Why are you coming out of your clothes then?”

A strangled series of noises died in Ahsoka’s throat and Rex chuckled darkly, the rumble of his chest vibrating against her. A gloved hand ran over her nipple, looking down in awe as it hardened under his touch, delighted with the way his love lost her breath because of it. 

She pushed her head away from the wall to seize Rex by the mouth, whining when he pulled away. His tongue darted out to wet his lips as he took her in, raking his eyes over her breathless form and watching hungrily as her breasts rose and fell. 

He was teasing her. She took action. 

Ahsoka’s hands had memorized the mechanisms of Rex’s utility belt, unclipping it while keeping her gaze locked on his — her first effortless attempt in almost two years of trying. The plastoid and Rex’s kama fell into a heap on the steps beneath them. 

The soft brown of his eyes was now replaced with burning amber desire and something carnal could be seen in the flecks of gold surrounding his pupils. He cocked his head to the side, a wicked smile at work on his pretty lips. 

The way her tongue was pocketed in her cheek told him that Ahsoka knew exactly the effect that she was having on him. “Careful,” he warned, leaning back in, their lips a tooka hair’s breadth apart. 

She could feel his words dancing on her mouth and purposefully parted them to tempt him closer. 

In an instant, mercy was had and Rex’s lips were on hers — devouring her, breathing her in, drinking her as though she was the elixir of life, liquid beskar, the cure to his aging. His self control plummeted dramatically, with little moans slipping past his lips and into the gaps of their kiss, his hips now rocking against hers to an unheard rhythm, hands gliding along her jaw and montrals.

A familiar pressure materialized against the exterior of his codpiece, causing the sounds he was making to turn guttural. Ahsoka’s deft fingers popped it free and it clattered to the floor, falling a few steps before stopping at the landing where she’d entered the monastery from. He’d barely any time to react, to relish in the relief of being freed from his confines before Ahsoka’s hand had wrapped around him through his blacks. 

Her head was back up against the wall as Rex became an extension of her, pressing further into her than should’ve been possible. His head threatened to fall to her shoulder with the godless way she stroked his cock, overcome with the feel of Ahsoka’s hand rather than his own after several painstaking weeks without her. 

He unscrewed his eyes to press open mouthed kisses along her jaw, nibbling and working his way down to her unattended breasts. Never would he be able to get over how perfectly they fit in his hands. The undersides of them met his open palms and he groaned, reveling in Ahsoka’s sharp intake of breath. 

Nothing in the universe could give him more pleasure than that of pleasing her — making her feel good. 

Ahsoka struggled to keep her hand on his cock as Rex began sinking in front of her, squeezing at her nipples before planting wet kisses to the surrounding flesh. Her lower lip wobbled as he dragged his tongue across the sensitive peaks, tucking it between her teeth to maintain a semblance of control. 

Oh, he took a great deal of delight in that, already moving his hands south as his mouth continued to work her. Her hips jolted when his touch got lower and bucked when his thumb grazed her center, receiving a dark laugh from Rex that only increased her urgency for more. Slowly, tantalizingly, he undid her pants and began to pull them past her thighs. She squirmed, the cool air greeting her hot core. 

A whine escaped her when Rex’s mouth popped free of her nipple, blowing cold air across her wet skin once more. Her nails scratched at the wall supporting her weight before latching onto his scalp, attempting to bring him where she needed him most. 

Rex was more than willing. He didn't have the patience to fool with her undergarments — considering himself to be a firm believer in that they were a large part of the fun. Finally allowing himself to look at the apex of Ahsoka’s thighs, he dropped completely to his knees at the sight, groaning and meeting her sensual, loving gaze once more. 

It was something he’d never get used to. 

Her usual glittering blue eyes appeared black from this angle, pupils blown wide and looking down at him with a need so great that it had taken her over completely. All she could manage to do was stroke the buzzed hairs of his head. 

His cock was past twitching, now leaking into his blacks at the image of her standing above him. 

With a groan, Rex nuzzled against the tops of her legs, dragging the bridge of his nose along her inner thigh and then to her clothed slit, inhaling deeply and growling. He witnessed as the darkness dissolved in her gaze and her bright blue stare was back, wide and waiting.

Her throat bobbed and she reached for his shoulders as he gave in, mouth connecting to her hot entrance and tongue working her with intent. The armor covering each of his shoulders was promptly ripped away so that she could properly hold onto him, the pieces ricocheting down the few stairs below them.

Ahsoka cried out at the sensation, throwing her head back and clamping a hand over her mouth after the sound echoed around them. 

Rex’s eyes stayed on hers, unwilling to look anywhere other than directly at her. His licked the length of her slit, building friction, damping the lacy fabric enough to where he could finally start to taste her. He hummed disapprovingly against her cunt, depriving them both of the connection to ground out, “Eyes on me, ‘Soka.”

Those pretty blue eyes snapped open, pupils remaining dilated, her excitement increasing tenfold. 

He moaned helplessly when her juices met his tongue, finally having enough and ripping the poor excuse of lace fabric down her legs. His lips were swollen when he pulled away, a newfound urgency fueling his movements. He helped her step out of her shoes and the remaining clothing, throwing them each aside so that they joined the other discarded items about the stairs. Rex knew exactly how he wanted her. 

The gloves and gauntlets on his hands were shucked and he lifted her right leg by the calf, running his bare hands along her supple skin. “I’ve lost sleep dreaming about this,” he said, pressing a kiss to the inside of her knee.

Ahsoka hummed and scratched her nails along his scalp, running a finger over the shell of his ear, “Is that why we keep staying up so late on comms?”

“Staying up late on comms is why I lost sleep,” he admitted, bringing her leg to rest over his shoulder, burying his tongue inside her glistening cunt.

She yelped, squeezing her eyes briefly as Rex worked his mouth ravenously against her, flattening his tongue and tensing it, delving into her delicate folds. The sounds of his ministrations was something that would surely send the former monks of this monastery into cardiac arrest. He then sucked at her clit and Ahsoka had to grind her teeth together to keep from crying out again and risking the sound of her pleasure echoing through the hollow spire. 

“I— hng, I figured all that comm sex we had, you’d be sleeping rather well,” she managed, pulling his head closer.

Rex chuckled against her cunt, sending sinful stimulations coursing through her body. Her thighs clamped around him and he sighed, welcoming her impending orgasm, eager to lap it up. “You’re wrong mesh’la,” Rex revealed between lewd, wet, suckling noises. “I couldn’t stop replaying the image of you touching yourself in the cockpit of our Y-wing, two fingers deep in this pussy and wearing nothing but my pauldron.”

His grip on her thighs tightened and Ahsoka trembled, her cunt constricting around his tongue. 

“R-Rex, please,” she cried, unable to stifle her volume this time. 

Rex shook his head violently over her clit, teasing it with his teeth. “That’s it, cyare,” he coaxed, “Eyes on me, remember?”

Her hips jerked and Ahsoka all but rutted against his tongue, a wail escaping her lips as the first orgasm rushed over her. She was trying so hard to follow through with his request, to be his good girl. He thought her desperation adorable, the way her brow markings scrunched up and her eyes threatened to close. “I’m— I—” the words were difficult for her to manage but she rushed them out, “I’m coming, Rex.”

The tip of his nose kissed her engorged clit and his tempo picked up, “I know. That’s my good girl. I know.”

It was a beautiful thing the way her body fractured above him, her sopping cunt spasming and grinding against his tongue, coming against his impatient mouth. Rex kissed and licked her through it, whispering sweet, nasty nothings as she rode it out. When her knees started to wobble, he knew it was ending, the telltale aftershocks following right after. She grasped weakly at his head and he laughed against her, pressing a few soft kisses to the cute markings adorning her pretty pussy before finally moving away.

His entire lower face was coated in a sheen of her release; he was sure to make a show of licking his fingers after he swiped it off his nose and chin. The heaving Togruta above him inhaled shakily and a small smile was teased at in the corners of her lips.

Ahsoka’s balance was so throttled that her instinct to rely on the Force had left her completely. She glanced to the right and moved to sit in the open window ledge. Rex smiled, gently taking hold of her wrist and preventing her from sitting without something beneath her first. He reached for his discarded kama and folded it neatly, placing it under her and only then allowing her to sit. 

One of Rex’s hands slipped behind her to support her neck as she leaned back in the ledge, looking up at him adoringly with half-lidded eyes. He stepped between her open legs and entered two fingers into her tender cunt, pulling a broken cry from her throat. “You did so well, ‘Soka. Took it so well,” he whispered. 

Small moans were coaxed from her as Rex pumped in and out at an agonizing pace, curling into the spongy spot he knew drove her mad. Fuck, he loved watching her take him. Ahsoka babbled incoherently, reaching for his plackart, her lashes slightly wet.

“You need more?” he smirked, moving the hand supporting her neck to cover the orange hand on his torso. She gave him a cutely incredulous look and he laughed, removing the steady fingers from her pretty cunt to finish the act of dekitting. Her hips rocked into the air as she waited, biting her lip and trying her best to be patient. With each piece of armor removed, she only got wetter. “Touch yourself, mesh’la. Let me watch you. Show me what you do when we’re apart.”

The words knocked the breath out of her, rendering her speechless. Ahsoka’s chevrons darkened impossibly further and she nodded, a hand reaching for her clit. One of her feet was placed on the ledge while the other rose shakily into the air. 

She was on full display for him.

Rex didn’t even finish pushing his blacks all the way down before he was between her legs. He pumped his length over her, taking her leg that was already up and wrapping it around his waist. Ahsoka abandoned her own sex and reached for his, drawing the sweetest whines from his mouth as she placed it at her hot entrance. His hips pushed forward, moving slowly until the head of his cock was sheathed in her heat. 

Ahsoka gasped, moaning as the familiar stretched returned and her pussy sucked him in. Her brow markings drew upward and she looked down to see where they were connected, smiling and squeaking as he pushed further. 

“Fuck, ‘Soka your pussy is so tight,” Rex praised, finally leaning down and draping himself over her.

She whimpered as his cock continued stretching her, taking every tantalizing inch as he gave it to her. “Please, Rex, you feel so— ah— you’re so big,” she managed through pitchy gasps. 

One of his hands took hold of her hip and the other found a montral. They both groaned as he bottomed out in her, sitting for a few seconds as they both got reacquainted with the feel of the other. Ahsoka traced the shell of his ear and he peppered chaste kisses around her eyes, meeting them and awaiting her nod. 

The green light was given and Rex pulled out slowly before snapping his hips forward and sheathing himself inside her once more. Ahsoka clung to him, wrapping both legs around his waist and holding on for dear life. Her head was thrown back and she looked into the hollow spire of the stairs, taking stock of the full thrill taking place. She scratched along Rex’s scalp and let her moans come uninhibited as he fucked into her. The drag of his cock was more addicting than any spice on the market and she’d wager good credits on that. 

Rex began to whimper as he pumped in and out of her, completely at her mercy. “Fuck, you feel so good, mesh’la. Squeezing me like that,” he breathed against her temple, increasing the tempo. 

A sharp moan fell past her lips and she reached for the hand that was on her montral, begging to have his fingers in hers. He obliged and took them both, placing them on either side of her head and looking into her eyes with each and every thrust. Ahsoka’s thighs began to tremble and Rex nodded, encouraging her along, “Come on. Come for me, cyare.”

Her teeth clenched together and her eyes screwed shut as her cunt spasmed around him, writhing on his dick as her second orgasm took over. 

His refused to cease, continuing to fuck her through it before seeking out his own orgasm and only then joining her, painting her convulsing walls and groaning wantonly. Their heaving chests were pressed together, sticky with sweat as they recovered. Ahsoka brought one set of their joined hands to her lips and kissed Rex’s thumb, earning his attempt at a smile.

“Force, Rex,” she breathed, peppering kisses on his head and cherishing their synced heartbeats. 

Finally at a point of coherency, Rex lifted his head and pressed his lips to her collarbones, kissing his way upwards. “I know,” he murmured against her skin. “I missed you, too. But if you think I'm done with you just yet, think again.”

The blue pools of her eyes shrank considerably with the way her pupils widened, a devilishly euphoric smile gracing her face. 

She was hoisted upwards, and with their bodies still connected, Rex flipped them to where he was the one seated on the ledge. Ahsoka’s back arched with the movement, hell bent on keeping him inside of her. A tight squeeze was given to his cock and Rex winced with pleasure, chuckling before attacking her pouting lips. 

He moved her feet to rest on the ledge beside his thighs and hugged her close to him, fucking upwards up into her. 

One round with her was never enough. 

Ahsoka threw her head back completely, letting her lekku dangle and her breasts bounce — getting a satisfied groan of approval from her lover. She egged him on, removing one of her hands from his shoulder and grabbing one of the tender mounds of flesh, tweaking her nipple and sending an added wave of electricity currenting up her spine.

Beneath her, the quiet noises Rex was making became louder and more frequent, his thrusting starting to feel more desperate. 

A sinful, guttural noise ripped in his throat and he pulled Ahsoka back towards him. His teeth were clenched and his gaze dark, lips twitching. She could read it in his eyes. Force, he was close. He was practically there. But he held on. He always held on, determined with an unyielding ferocity to get her off one last time. 

Rex’s hands shot to her hips, taking over her movements and having full control of the pacing. She rode him too well after all this time, knowing just how to milk him and leave his dick throbbing. She’d end him too quickly and he still wasn’t done fucking her. 

He slammed into her, ushering a cry from her lips. She clung tightly to him, a series of garbled sounds tearing through her lungs as Rex pounded deeply into her drooling hole, causing the most lewd smacking to sound between their thighs. 

Her cunt fluttered and spasmed around him, gripping with impressive force as she came again, dragging a wrecked moan from the man beneath her. He tugged her face from its hidden position in his shoulder and pressed their foreheads together, watching intently at how her features pinched as she unraveled. His hips were becoming useless, but he was resolute in driving up into her until her legs stopped trembling and her knees quit wobbling. 

She raked her fingers along his scalp and whined, “Come— come for me, Rex.”

With one submissive whimper, he let go. His needy cock released rope after rope of cum within her, coating her walls with pent up desire. 

Ahsoka moved her hips in slow circles, coaxing it out of him to watch him shiver and cry. His lips were swollen but he slid his hand behind her neck and pulled her mouth to his anyway, out of breath but in no hurry to catch it. 

Adoring pecks were planted over his face and jaw as Ahsoka rode him through it, scraping her teeth along his ear and getting one last spurt out of him. 

He panted next to her montral, pressing a kiss to the clammy skin and jerking when their combined fluids ran down his cock and over his balls. 

“Rex,” Ahsoka said breathily against his cheek. 

A hum was her response as his hips still moved lazily. He ran his hands along her backside and squeezed, getting a giggly yelp from the woman in his lap. “What is it, mesh’la?” he asked. 

“Someone could see us.”

He laughed, finally reopening his eyes and looking at her in that way he had when she’d first returned into his life. 

There was never a reason to forget why or how much he loved her. 

“You’re worried about that now?” The amusement was clear in his voice. Rex lifted her off his dick and placed her back in his lap, seated behind it. She winced and smiled sheepishly. 

“I’d be more worried that someone heard us,” he said. 

Ahsoka writhed in his lap, both simultaneously humiliated yet turned on at the idea. “How high are the chances?”

“Oh, they definitely heard us. Poor Howzer’s door is the closest one to the stairs up at the top,” Rex revealed, his smile wicked and lopsided. 

Her lekku flushed darker and she ground her clit against the base of his hardening shaft, biting her lip in the way she only did when she was determined to have her way with him. 

Rex swallowed and fought off a moan, standing up with her and wrapping her legs around him as he gathered their important clothes off the stairs. 

She laughed and shrieked, “Rex! What are we doing? We can't just run naked through here!”

His hand wound around her thigh and she took the clothes as he ran off up the stairs. “We can because this is our place and for kriff’s sake I’m going to fuck you in every room that I please,” he answered. 

Ahsoka clung tightly to him and buried her face in the crook of his shoulder, trying her damnedest to convince herself she wasn’t enjoying this, “Rex, this was a monastery, we can’t do it in a room of worship. The monks—”

“Are dead. They won’t mind,” he drawled, seizing her lips and pushing a door open with his foot, taking them into a room filled with decadent mirrors, and old artwork, filling her once again and getting to watch from every angle. 

[rain-rainynights]

twilight sedation

glistening dreaming soft edges this realm,

lovely enchanting so lost in the haze-

an elixir of gold flowing through my veins a firm yet gentle hold tethering me to my fate

life is but a dream so why not savor the taste of drifting down the stream fading to love forgetting the hate?

glistening enchanting no dredges can be felt

lovely dreaming masked in fog nights and days-

how my worries have come to fold upon themselves at the gate why only i cross the threshold and you come along so quaint

guiding me as i say goodnight to the edges sharp and dull and you set me free to roam the confines of my desolate mind