#high vib

[thebeautyofanoracle]

[pieisgay]

he threw it on the ground immediately afterward and it shattered

[spittyfishy]

Ever Afters Most Wanted

[smashing-pixel]

Volví con icons(?)

Estaba ocupada durmiendo, jugando y programando, pero decidí descansar un poco he hice esto.

A decir verdad, también tengo TEA pero dudaba en decirlo porque hay mucha gente que esta mintiendo en tenerlo y no queria que pensaran que era una de esas personas.

No se si podria hacer solicitudes.

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I'm back with icons(?)

I was busy sleeping, playing games, and programming, but I decided to take a break and made this.

To be honest, I also have ASD but I was hesitant to say it because there are a lot of people who are lying about having it and I didn't want people to think I was one of those people.

I don't know if I could make requests.

[yeonzzzn]

Enha reaction to you secretly putting a vibrator remote in their hand (while you're wearing the vib inside of you) in a fansign.

-🪻

no bc I love this idea so much 😮‍💨

☁︎ heeseung would reach for your hands like any other engene, but would raise a brow at the small remote in your hand. You quickly held your index finger in a hush motion giving him a wink then continuing to hold his hands and talk like normal. heeseung would be confused while holding the remote, then quickly sliding it under the table when you moved on to the next member beside him. heeseung would watch to see if you were sneaky and handing remotes out to everyone, but what was it even for? he would feel the remote with his thumb and then the light bulb would click on, his eyes darting to you, then pressing the button on the remote, watching how your body tenses. heeseung would get so hard so fast. his ears turning bright red. he would try to focus on the other fans in front of him, but he couldn’t help but continue to press the button, eyes locked onto you every single time, watching the way your body tenses, how you clench your hands and bite your lip to not moan. it was so hot watching you squirm under his will, your sexual facial expressions burned into his mind to use for later back at the dorms.

☁︎ jay would know IMMEDIATELY what it was you slipped into his hand. he wouldn’t waste a second to hover his thumb over the button, WITH HIS HAND ON TOP OF THE TABLE STILL, staring you deeply in the eyes ready to call your bluff as he pressed the button and watched how you tensed up, your hands clenching tightly around his. oh man you just gave jay a power he shouldn’t have been given. he’ll look at you calm as can be with a straight face as he’ll randomly press the button, loving how you react. you’d never know when the vibrations were coming either. he’d love the way you look at him each time he pressed that button, taking everything in him to not leave the fansign right now and drag you along with him in a more secluded are for privacy to do whatever he wants to you. but man would he get jealous the minute you moved into the next member. not liking the way you’d smile, laugh, hold hands, and look at the other members. him pressing the buttons with higher sensitivity, giving you that reminder who has control over you, who YOU gave the control to.

☁︎ jake wouldn’t know what to do. he’d stare down at the remote in his hand trying to process it while you openly flirt and wink at him, eyes wandering back and forth between him and the remote to hint for him to press the buttons, your thumb rubbing circles in his palm. it took him finally pressing the button, seeing how your body squirms, how your hands squeeze his wrist and hearing the soft hiss that escapes your lips, for him to realize what was happening, making his cock twitch in his pants. like jay, jake was given a power he shouldn’t have been given. turning the sensitivity up higher as he flirts back with you, teasing you each time his thumb presses the button, his hands squeezing yours at the same time you squeeze his, his thumb rubbing circles in your palm now, loving the soft noises you’d be making. jake wouldn’t stop there, he’d move the vibrations on the highest setting after you’ve moved to the next member, pressing that button anytime your attention strayed from him for too long. looking at the other members for too long? button press. smiling at them when you should be smiling at him? button press. eyes not on him at all times after you’ve returned back to your seat? button press. jake had full control over you and god he loved the way you rubbed you thighs together and clenched the seat until your knuckles turned white.

☁︎ sunghoon like jay, would know instantly what it was you slipped into his hand. sunghoon doesn’t even have to think twice about it. the moment he looks in his hand and sees that remote he’s pressing the buttons and changing all the settings from low to high. you were no longer safe. he would ride on that high and ego boost with just this remote. wrapping his legs with yours under the table and giving you his lovely smirk as he presses the buttons, using his legs to force you to not squirm. loving the way your body try’s to react as you bite your lips in a way to keep still. he wouldn’t give you a break either, pressing the buttons every few seconds knowing damn well your panties were soaked. sunghoon would keep his free hand interlocked with yours, loving how you’d squeeze his hand at every vibration he sends your way. even when you’ve moved onto the next member, you weren’t safe. sunghoon would press and hold the button, keeping the vibrations going. eyes locked onto you, his dick growing harder at you stumbling over your words, squeezing your thighs together as you tried to catch your breath and attempt to form proper words, loving the little whimpers that lets your lips. it would just be worse the moment you returned to your seat, debating to use the bathroom to clean up the mess he was making of you but you didn’t dare, not when sunghoon could see it all over your face on what you were thinking. he’d slowly shake his head at you, pointing his finger toward the floor to indicate to seat down. you’d do as you’re told, knowing perfectly well that this seat would be drenched by the time he was finished with you.

[dirtypr0mises]

HIT ME AND TELL ME YOUR MINE ⋆ — b. eilish

in which; — you and billie have a thing for rougher types of intercourse, yum :P

dom!billie x sub!reader , duh

cw: expect the smut duh, if you can’t handle it that’s on u.! rough sexual intercourse , oral (reader recieving) , usage of toys (vib.) , dacryphilia , oh and two women loving eachother (boo rahhh go away homophobes)

yapyap: am i posting tm or normally girl idk i write fast. well i wrote like half of it and then fell asleep.. but also my first EVER time writing smut , even tho i used to be a wattpad writer , uh yea yikes (booo tomatoes). i think yall should bare with me! yea? ok thanks. i feel like i did good though anyways, but dont tell me. :,)

NOT PROOFREAD

what did you think was gonna happen? going out for dinner in a small black satin dress that was barely there, except the last thought on your mind was the dinner, you knew what you were doing.

billie slammed the bedroom door behind you two, you were standing there, extremely awkwardly. she grabbed you by your neck, pulling you in for a sloppy kiss. her hands traveled down to your waist, giving it a squeeze, which made a breathy ‘mm’ flow from your mouth to hers.

before she got carried away, she made sure everything was set straight. “our safe word, remember it.” she said, pushing you on the bed and climbing right ontop of you. she looked into your eyes for a split second before coming down to crash her lips on yours. soon her lips traveled down from your lips to where your skimpy dress covered your boobs.

a trail of dark hickeys gave proof of what was going on, if anyone wanted to ask.

“take it off” she said in an almost whiney tone, and you complied, pulling the dress over yourself and throwing it — who cares where?

she bit her lip when she saw your body, slipping your strapless bra down, immediately latching her mouth to your nipple, making you gasp out loud, but oh no, she wasn’t there for long.

soon enough, her mouth was trailing down your stomach, more hickeys, more moans. she got down to your waistline. pulling down your lacy black panties.

“knees up, legs apart” she commanded, and when you did she bit back a groan. she couldn’t even pause to look, she licked right inbetween your folds, coming back up to kiss you.

“your so wet for me already mama” she smirked into the kiss, and then she went back down, licking again, and again, again while you moaned again, and again, and again. each time at a higher tone.

she ran her finger across the slit, stopping at the hole and with no warning, plunged her finger deep in you, causing a loud moan to escape from your mouth, your back arched as she moved her finger fast, soon two fingers, and then three. your moans were a mix with pleasure and pain, never had she used three fingers before. soon enough you were on a high.

“b-billie.. i-i need to-“ you said before a sharp moan escaped your lips, she curled her fingers, and you tightened around her, your juices flowing onto her fingers. your fingernails clawing at the bed and your head thrown back.

soon her mouth was back on you, licking at your slit and two fingers back in you, making you whine and push your hips forward. she made sure yall were maintaining eye contact, atleast when your head wasn’t thrown back in pleasure.

“your mine, all mine y/n” she said looking straight at you.

soon you were on edge again, this time she wouldn’t let you cum. everytime your breath hitched, or a moan a little louder than usual had come out of you, or before you could even finish saying her name, she was already out of you, waiting for you to completely come down before plunging her fingers back into you and going down on you again.

tears soon started to flow from your eyes, your back arched and your nails in the bed. randomly she got up completely, making you whine out loud. soon though, she came back with the fancy little vibrator she had bought for you. she smiled at you innocently, sitting back down where she just was. she placed a small slap on your pussy, smirking at the reaction she got out of it.

she turned it on pretty high. and now it was in place of her tongue with her fingers still deep in you. but once again with every breath hitch, loud moan, or you saying her name everything was out. and the tears were flowing, indeed. not to mention every time you were about to go over the edge, she gave the back of your thigh a squeeze, and not a little one.

this went on for maybe 30 minutes, the slowest, most pleasurable but agonizing 30 minutes ever.

after 30 minutes, your breath hitched and your back arched, but she didn’t take anything off. “billie p-please..” you whined, your hips bucking forward involuntarily. she nodded and curled her fingers

and then you came, a painfully loud moan made billie bite her lip, your head practically on the other side of you, you were seeing stars. once you came down, she slowly licked the juices away, placing one last kiss on your pussy before coming up to kiss you on the lips.

“you did so good for me baby” she spoke into the kiss. you just nodded in reply, absolutely unable to speak.

she sat you up, turning on the shower and getting you underwear and a big tee shirt, along with a towel. she helped you up, all knowing you would have trouble walking. she helped you into the shower, smiling at you. “there you go baby, yell at me if you need something, i love you” she said and walked out of the bathroom.

the room was clean, the bed was made, and a candle was lit. with your water bottle on tour bedside, some melatonin and the cancelled podcast on, duh. and of course she had ordered takeout.

you smiled very big once you got out of the shower, walking up to her and giving her a kiss. “i love you” you said quietly, and she said it back. yall went to lay down.

and for the rest of the night you two drowned in eachothers presence. just happy to be with eachother.

‘maybe i like this rollercoaster, maybe it keeps me high.’

[secretfreakyblog]

i wanna be high and tied of to a machine that rails me and has a vib on me, and it cant stop until im not high anymore

[wayfind-er]

Positive Depictions of Zeus

Peter Paul Ruben, "Jupiter and Mercury at Philemon and Baucis" (1632)

Titles & Epithets of Zeus

As a Fair and Merciful God

Μειλιχιος [Milichius]: Gracious, Merciful

Ευηνεμος [Evenemus]: Of Fair Winds

As a Bringer of Abundance and Prosperity

Επιδωτης [Epidotes]: Giver of Good

Πλουσιος [Plusius]: Of Wealth

Απημιος [Apemius]: Averter of Ills

As a Leader, Chief, and King

Βασιλευς [Basileus]: King, Chief, Ruler

Ὑπατος [Hypatus]: Supreme, Most High

Monarch of the Sky (by Homer and Virgil)*

Sire of Gods and Men (by Homer and Virgil)*

ἀρχὸς ἁπάντων [Archus Apantôn]: Commander of All Things*

As a Protector of People, Cities, and Homes

Κτησιος [Ctesius]: Of the House, Property

Λαοιτης [Laoites]: Of (all) the People

Φυξιος [Phyxius]: Of Refuge / Puts to Flight

Ξενιος [Xenius]: Of Strangers, Hospitality

ἀγοραῖος [Agoraios]: Protector of Public Places (assemblies)*

If you're interested in other epithets: LINK || LINK*

Artistic Depictions of Zeus

Francisco Bayeu y Subías, "The Fall of the Giants,"

Charles-Antoine Coypel, "Jupiter and Juno on Mount Ida"

Cornelis van Poeleburgh, “Feast of the Gods”

Maurice Denis, "Jupiter bestows Immortality on Psyche"

Myths with Zeus

War of the Titans: In this myth, Zeus' father, Cronus, has received the prophecy that one of his children will dethrone him. Out of fear, Cronus swallows all of his children as soon as his wife, Rhea, births them. Rhea manages to sneak out one, Zeus. Eventually, Zeus saves his siblings and starts a revolution against his father, resulting in a 10-year war called the Titanomachy. Zeus and his siblings end up victorious, and Cronus is dethroned and thrown into the pit of Tartarus.

Vows of Chasity: At the request of Hestia and Artemis, Zeus vowed that he would accept the two to remain as virgin Goddesses.

Reconciliation of Zeus and Hera: Hera was mad at Zeus and left Olympus for unknown reasons. Zeus couldn't change her mind, so he went to the cleverest man in the land, Kithaeron. Kithaeron told Zeus to spread the news that he would marry a nymph and craft a wooden statue to play the bride. Zeus did so, and naturally, Hera came back angry. However, instead of a wedding, Zeus surprised Hera with a grand festival (called Daidala), and the two reconciled. 

Hera & the Lust of Ixon: Ixon, a mortal King, fell in love with Hera during a visit to Olympus. He tried to rape Hera, to which Hera immediately reported to Zeus. To see if what she said was true, Zeus created a cloud in the sky which looked like Hera. Ixon, who saw the cloud and thought it was Hera, attacked it. Zeus punished Ixon by binding him to an eternally spinning wheel of fire in Tartarus.

Forgiveness of Cronus and the Titans: After many, many generations of Humans, Zeus forgave his father, Cronus, and freed him (and Cronus' brothers) from their prison in Tartarus. Zeus then made Cronus the King of the Elysian Islands (Home of Dead Heroes and the otherwise Blessed).

Orphic Hymn 15: To Zeus

"O Zeus, much-honoured, Zeus supremely great, to thee our holy rites we consecrate, our prayers and expiations, king divine, for all things to produce with ease through mind is thine.

Hence mother earth and mountains swelling high proceed from thee, the deep and all within the sky. Kronion (Cronion) king, descending from above, magnanimous, commanding, sceptred Zeus; all-parent, principle and end of all, whose power almighty shakes this earthly ball; even nature trembles at thy mighty nod, loud-sounding, armed with lightning, thundering god.

Source of abundance, purifying king, O various-formed, from whom all natures spring; propitious hear my prayer, give blameless health, with peace divine, and necessary wealth."

Homeric Hymn 23: To the Son of Cronos

“I will sing of Zeus, chiefest among the gods and greatest, all-seeing, the lord of all, the fulfiller who whispers words of wisdom to Themis as she sits leaning towards him.

Be gracious, all-seeing Son of Cronos, most excellent and great!”

Divider by @/vibeswithrenai

[thehumanwiki]

rating all NuWho finales based entirely on how cool the titles are

because yea

(putting a read more because this will take a while, lol)

Bad Wolf / The Parting of the Ways

5/10. Bad Wolf is a cool name! For cool ppl! It’s the season’s mystery! It slays! But The Parting of the Ways? That could be used for like, half of the finales in this show. That’s a generic name. Not a fan. It even has one more “the” than it ought to. That’s a tryhard name. (Rose and The Doc don’t even part ways for another season! It’s a LIE!)

Army of Ghosts / Doomsday

6/10. Army of Ghosts! That’s freaky! It catches my attention! I’m interested, Mr. Davies, tell me more about that! Doomsday is also a generic name though. Like it could be used anywhere. It gets more points than S1 however because Doomsday is a very cool word and I like it a lot.

Utopia / The Sound of Drums / Last of the Time Lords

8/10. YES. I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THESE TITLES. Utopia? That’s a word that can’t be applied to many other episodes! That’s a memorable word! That’s a fun word! The Sound of Drums? What the hell is so significant about drums?? In a FINALE episode?! There must be something SCANDALOUS about the drums, tell me everything! (And they did! But this isn’t about what happens in the episode this is just how hard the titles fuck.) Last of the Time Lords??? Holy shit! That means we’re delving into that aspect of him specifically, and you can’t duplicate that easily! But more importantly, that sounds cool! Cool names, absolutely W from whoever named RTD’s stuff.

The Stolen Earth / Journey’s End

5.5/10. Same boat as S1, tbh. The Stolen Earth? Excellent, no notes. Journey’s End sounds generic af though. But I gave it a half point lead because Journey’s End has the Vibes more than The Parting of the Ways, lol.

The Pandorica Opens / The Big Bang

8/10. Yea I see the vision Mr. Moffat, I see you. Love what you’ve done with the place btw. Like, neither title is generic! And both are super interesting! Look honestly I forget how to do commentary I’m just one sleep deprived fan who likes Vibes they just slap OK

The Wedding of River Song

9/10. Oh. Oh yes. Oh I am LOVING this. Nothing gets me going like seeing a wedding that is somehow the culmination of a high stakes season. Like, how is there a wedding there?! And. River Song is there? Do you promise? 🥺

The Name of the Doctor / The Day of the Doctor / The Time of the Doctor

6/10. OK I’m honestly not sure which ones are finales or not, but y’know what? The name matching is fun. I like that. That is good. But besides the first one, these are p generic episode names. Sorry.

Dark Water / Death in Heaven

8/10. Dark Water is a p good episode name. It’s not the most interesting, but I like it. BUT ***DEATH IN HEAVEN***?! Now THAT is a finale title! I have never SEEN such a title! THAT is an IMMACULATE title! SPLENDID!

Heaven Sent / Hell Bent

10/10. The matching names? The rhyming? The low-key religious theming? The ominous nature? EXCELLENT. No notes Mr. Moffat. Great vibes.

World Enough and Time / The Doctor Falls

9/10. I would give this striaght up 10/10 if I could figure out what “World Enough and Time” meant. The vibes are perfect but like. What does it mean 😭 And The Doctor Falls??? OH MY ATTENTION HAS BEEN GRABBED BY THE THROAT DO GO ON PLS—

The Battle of Ranskoor av Kolos

4/10. Kolos? What is this, Pokémon XY? Anyways, I feel like this is just dialogue that would be said in passing in a sci-fi novel that everyone forgets. Sorry 😞

Ascension of the Cybermen / The Timeless Children

7/10. Cybermen are OK. It’s a fine title, I have nothing against it. The Timeless Children??? The vibes are just SPLENDID here. Especially because it’s a Bad Wolf situation where it’s like “hey wait a fucking minute I’ve heard that somewhere else—” Good stuff! W for Chris.

Chapter Six: The Vanquishers

6.5/10. Adding chapter to the title does make it automatically cooler, so that’s a bonus half point right there. Otherwise, it’s neat. Like it’s good. The vibes are fine and I like them, but not THAT fine, y’know?

The Legend of Ruby Sunday / Empire of Death

7/10. Look, even if it’s not generic, anything with “death” in the title *feels* generic. The Legend of Ruby Sunday still saves this tho, because I am INTERESTED, girl. TELL ME EVERYTHING

In conclusion, episode titles peaked with Capaldi.

[ravennaortiz]

This is part of the Choose Your Own Adventure: Birthday Edition. As Always 18+ Smut below the cut!

Juice kissed your forehead as he finished fastening the collar around your neck. His name prominent and shiny in the light on the purple leather as he stepped back to take in his work. He chewed on his lower lip as his cock hardened painfully in his jeans. “Spin for me, slowly” ordered Juice as he twirled his finger in the air. “Yes sir” you murmured as you turned giving him a full three sixty of your naked and bound body.

Juice smiled as his eyes flicked down to the tail coming from your ass as it swished side to side. When you were back facing him he quickly removed his pants and boxers. He smirked as your lust filled eyes darted to his thick bobbing cock. “You like what you see?” asked Juice as he grasped his cock watching as you swallowed hard and nodded. “Use your words” demanded Juice sharply making you jump. “Yes sir. I like what I see sir” you answered quickly your eyes locking on his.

“I was thinking maybe” started Juice as he slowly started pumping his cock. “Maybe I should just make this easy. Just handle myself” he groaned letting is head fall back as he pleased himself.

“No!” you yelled moving towards him. Juice stopped but gave you a sharp look that had you clenching your thighs. “I mean…no sir…let me sir…please” you stammered as you tried to show him you could be good. That you deserved to please him. Juice eyed you before moving over to the chair next to the bed. Sitting down he smiled at you as he grabbed the glass of whiskey he had set there earlier and sipped.

“Come” ordered Juice with an added snap of his fingers that had you getting wetter. Quickly you moved to stand between his legs. Juice quietly studied you before leaning forward and kissing your navel as he placed his hands on the back of your thighs rubbing gently. “You know I love you right?” he asked as he moved his hands higher rubbing the bottom of your ass, jostling the tail butt plug slightly making you groan. “Yes sir” you replied on a breathy moan as his fingers trailed into your slick heat.

Juice nodded as he turned to look up at you. “Kneel” he stated as he pulled his fingers from you. Once you were knelt down he grabbed you chin pulling you to his cock. “Open” he stated, smiling as you obediently did what he said. Juice slowly painted your lips with his precum before sliding the tip into your mouth. “Suck” he ordered and without hesitation you were running your tongue along the bottom of his shaft as you bobbed your head up and down. Juice moaned as you deep throated him. Carefully he moved one hand to the table next to him. His fingers found the tiny remote and without warning he turned the vibrations on for the butt plug. You gagged as you jumped from the unexpected sensation, your moans vibrating along Juices cock had him hissing.

“Enough” growled Juice after a couple of minutes. His breathing was erratic as he tried to keep himself from spilling in your wet warm mouth. You gasped as you caught your breath, breasts bouncing with each inhale. Without speaking Juice stood up and grabbing the leash off the table he clipped it to the back of your collar giving it a light tug. He smiled as he watched your eyes light up at the pressure on your throat. “Such a good girl” he murmured as he helped you to your feet before walking you to the bed.

Juice quickly positioned you onto the bed. He stood marveling again at how beautiful you were splayed on the bed for him to use however he wanted. Your ass high in the air, full from the toy, your pussy glistening for him, face pushed down into the mattress. Your leash sitting along your spine for him to pull on.. Unable to move or push him away due to the binds on your arms.

 “You are going to  lay here and take it” he stated firmly closing his eyes as he quickly slid himself into your soft walls, your moans filling the room as both of your holes were finally filled. He moved fast and hard as he felt the vibrations on his cock as your walls convulsed around him, pulling him in deeper. Your moans getting louder as your juices ran down his cock and dripped onto the mattress. “You like that slut? Being so full.” He growled as he pulled hard on the leash arching your back more for him. “Cum” demanded Juice as he slapped your ass making your cry out as your vision tunneled and your body convulsed as your orgasm ripped through you.

Knowing he was close he yanked the tail plug out as you came before shoving his cock in your ass. “Going to cum in this pretty tight ass” His fingers gripping your hips as he pounded into you before Juice let out a strangled sob moan as he came hard, spurting thick ropes of cum deep into your ass making you cum again, tears running down your face from the over stimulation.. Juice collapsed onto you his hips still bucking as his cock twitched a time or two.

“You okay?” inquired Juice after a few minutes as he pulled from you making you whimper, before he worked on undoing the binds. “I’m good babe” you assured him as you groaned at the feel of him kneading your muscles as he turned you onto your back. “I’m going to draw you a bath, get you cleaned up okay?” he murmured as he kissed you.

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[lil-bitty-lubdubs]

The Dungeons of Submission...

chapter 1

Master Raven could see her from his spot across the makeshift medical lab his Order had established. Serena. A beautiful name for a beauty beyond measure. He smiled at their very intimate ‘getting to know one another’ experiments over the last three months. She was the lonest standing subject he’d ever had. Some of the other Masters of his order had greater successes than she, but for Raven she was his prime jewel. Of course all things, even good tings, had to come to an end eventually.

A beeping shifted his gaze to the desk monitor next to him. A tracing of her vitals glowed in the darkened room.  Her heart rate was spiking, she was awakening. He stood and glided to her side. The pale beauty with chestnut locks was sprawled on a surgery table, limbs tied down, her C cup chest bare with only a sheet coving her from the waist down. 3 Leads were attached to her pale chest, accentuating her pale but slightly pinker areolas.  Pea sized, but hard, nipples greeted Raven. He knew she was cold, but the meds he’d pushed after their last sexual encounter would make it irrelevant to her comfort. 

Serena moaned. “Hello my sweet!” he purred placing his hand over her beautiful pumping organ like he owned it. 

Serena’s eyes pried open only to be staring back into the crystalline eyes of her captor, Raven. Master as he often referred to himself. Well he definitely mastered her as she was incapacitated, meds making her weak, drugs bringing her in and out of consciousness. She shivered more from disgust and despair than anything else. She’d hoped, yet again, for the billionth time that all the last weeks, months, maybe even years at this point were all just a bad dream she’d wake up from. But to no avail. It was real. She was living her own bile-projecting nightmare and there was no let up in sight. Nor did she know how long she’d been here. She whimpered.

“Oh my darling there’s no need for all that.” he wiped a tear off the side of her face with his free hand, the other remained firm over her heart, feeling its pulsation, reveling in his closeness to her. “You are the strongest one I’ve had the privilege of having.”

“You mean raping.” She spat in just a whisper. He’d had her day in and day out playing out different fantasies. Different scenarios, measuring her heart rhythm to see how high it could climb. He’d tortured her parts, clamped devices where no such things should exist, vibbed her into near cardiac arrest after injecting her with God knew what. She’d awoken more than once to Raven’s mouth on hers, not kissing her but forcing air into her lungs after she’s gone into respiratory arrest. And so much much more she could barley keep track of each encounter any longer. 

“No sweetheart, that’s what Mastery is all about. Being the Master of another’s body but the day has come for you to get your most desired request.” 

Serena’s eyes widened. She knew what he meant. She’d asked him to stop her heart an let her go. “You mean…?” she couldn’t even fathom the words, but hope entered her heart, spreading into her whole body like a muscle relaxer.  

“Yes. I am done with you, save this one last scenario and I’ve acquired a new pet. I am not a cruel man. So I will grant your request now that I have finished.”

“Thank you Master!” she breathed. “What do I have to do?”

“Our last session will be my most favorite scenario. Zip tie garrote. I will tighten the zip around your throat with just the smallest space for air until you pass out and eventually your heart will stop without enough oxygen. Are you ready my sweet?”

“Yes master.” She was ready. Ready for the hell and nightmare to end. “Please.”

Raven grinned and inhaled deeply taking all his senses into check. He pulled the sheet all the way off her. He was ready to watch her slip away and let her go into oblivion. At least this once, she would not fight him. He slid the giant zip tie around her throat and sensually began whispering sweet nothings into her ear, petting her head, her chest over her heart, her carotid artery.

She began gasping and gurgling as he slowly tightened the zip. He waited and then tightened the noose one bolt more. She was going limp and turning purple by this point. He let his robe fall to the floor and entered her. There was no resistance to his impalement. No trying to turn her body away from him she merely let it all happen. He began pounding her gently her agonal gasps deepening. Her EKG showed tracings of pre-arrest. He watched enthralled, his own pleasure bursting as she stopped breathing fully unconscious. He panted still on top of her. He could feel her hardened but unmoving nipples against him indicating her respiratory arrest. “Yes sweetie. You’re so close. Hang on. You’re almost there.” he slid two fingers into her carotid artery and pressed. The pulse was soft and slow, weakening every few seconds. Alarms were going off from the EKG as her vitals were slowing. Raven only sat watching as she faded, keeping to his promise.  

Finally after nearly thirty minutes in the choke, her heart stopped. He groaned and came hard again. He retracted himself from her form and pulled the sheet over her, turning the monitor she was attached to off. He cleaned off and turned to find one of the low level assistants to move her out of his space. 

“Raven?” A deep booming voice rang about the hollow quiet room. “What are you doing?” Raven froze. In the door way was The Grandmaster Ekhart. 

“Grandmaster! Welcome. Come in. I did not see you there.” He bowed before the older man. While Raven was in his mid thirties, Ekhard was in his early 50s graying hair but string and fit as an ox. 

“I asked what you’re doing? Why did you stop?” 

Raven blanched. He’d never been asked for a report on why or how he’d made his decisions once he’d become a Master. “I was finished with her sir. She’d fulfilled all of my fantasies and so I decided to grant her request for death. The Grandmaster remained silent, his eyes glued to Serena’s form.

“I’m well within my rights Grandmaster…” 

That sort of woke him up and he looked at Raven. “I know you are. And so am I. restart her heart!” he ordered. 

“Sir?”

“You might have finished with her, but I have not. I will not let her go.” He replied cooly. “NOW PUMP HER HEART!” he said more forcefully but keeping his voice low. It was not a request and one did not argue with the Grandmaster.

“Yes sir!” Raven flung the sheet off Serena again and turned the monitor on. Her rhythm was almost flat. He kicked a plastic stool over and impaled her chest with his hands. “1,2,3,4,5,6,7...” he counted rhythmically pumping into her chest, forcing her heart to beat. 

The Grandmaster came in closer and disrobed, leaving on only his flowing robe like pants. “That’s it Raven pound her heart into submission.” He, he called as Raven counted 30. Ekhart grabbed Serena’s nose pinching it closed and sealed his mouth over hers forcing his hot breath into her chest. She exhaled. Ekhart did it again. 

Raven began compressions again. 

“I know you don’t understand Raven,” Ekhart told him.  “But this is prime for a new lesson for even you as a Master.” He kept his two fingers inserted into her groin, feeling the pulse in her femoral artery as he talked. His eyes glistened as Raven hit 30. He bent to breath into her mouth again, forcing her head back as he made sure every crevasse of her airway was wide open to allow as much oxygen into her lungs as possible.  “You see youngin…”Ekhart schooled him, ”you don’t let a stallion go when you find one. They’re rare. And she is a stallion from what I’ve seen over the last 3 months. A fighter. Never giving in to you until today when you gave into her and provided her just what she wanted. A way out. You see dominance is not just about the body, but mastering the mind as well. Since you do not like that sort of Mastery yet, I will be glad to take her as my pet.” Ekhart pulled a giant needle filled with liquid out of a drawer marked Epi and waited for Raven to finish his cycle. “You see what I’m saying?” he asked.

Raven nodded. “Yes sir.” he agreed after finishing his set.

“Stand aside!” Ekhard advanced with the needle. He used the tips of his pointer and middle finger to count her ribs and sent the needle flying into her helplessly awaiting dead heart. He emptied the plunger. They awaited, eyes glued to the screen. Her heart sputtered into V-fib. 

“Yes!” Ekhart called. “That’s it sweetheart” he grinned. “Shock her heart Raven.” he commanded. 

Raven grabble the AED pads and pressed them on Serena’s chest. “Stand clear…” the machine called. Raven pressed the button when indicated and her unconscious body spasmed. 

Fibrillation was stronger but she was still in cardiac arrest. Ekhart got in position this time for CPR. He placed his hands between her nipples and thrust. “Good girl, Serena. You’re still fighting. I knew you’d never stop being a fighter no matter how much you want to give up,” he purred. “Come on now sweetheart get that heart started for me.” He called out pumping rhythmically and hard, watching as her breasts bounce with each compression. 

Raven took over breathing. He slid a hand behind her neck, keeping her head tilted, airway clear until Ekhart landed 30. Then he pinched off her nostrils and sealed his mouth to hers puffing her full. 

“Defib again Raven.” the Grandmaster called as he finished another cycle of compressions. 

He stood aside as Raven manned the AED. Electicity descended into Serena’s heart and this time it jolted awake. The unconscious beauty gasped sucking air into her lungs as a steady beeping filled the room. She didn’t awake yet, but her heart remained steady. Her breathing not as deep and regular as needed. 

“That’s it sweetie!” Raven cheered smiling. 

“Yes. Yes sweetheart, good job. You’re such a good girl! So strong. So full of the will to live, even against your own choice.” Ekhart grinned coming up to slid his hand behind her limp neck, while the other he planted in the center of her chest right over her beating heart. 

She moaned still unconscious. 

“You see Master Raven. She is now dominated, living against even her own desires.”

“Yes Grandmaster I do see.” he glanced down at his own bulge.

“I can see you’ve been enlightened now, my student. Do feel free to join my sessions with her. They wont be sexual in nature, but they will be ever so filled with Mastery of her very heart, her life and death.” he laughed. 

Serena stirred. The cold confines of the dark room came into focus. Everything hurt. Raven was there in front of her. Bile threatened to project out of her esophagus. “You lied!!!” she croaked. Fear, misery, hate pooled into her bloodstream. “Hey there sweetie! Welcome back.” he grinned. “I didn’t lie actually. You flatlined and I let you go but then…” 

“Then what you liar?” she screamed as much as she could which wasn’t much given her current state. 

He looked over beyond her to her right. “The Grandmaster intervened. He wanted his own stallion.” he grinned. That was when she realized someone’s hands were on her. A hot sweaty palm of massive proportions weighted down over her heart. She turned her head and felt another hand under her neck. 

“Hello there Serena. I am Ekhart, the Grandmaster of the Order of Submissions. I could not stand to lose such a strong willed fighter in this way, just slipping gracelessly into death.” he planted a kiss on her lips. She sobbed. She had not thought things could get worse for her. This was definitely worse.  Her sobs interfered with her already weak breathing. 

Her stats began to decrease. “Come now, come now Serena. Don’t worry. I will look after your beautiful heart.” The Grandmaster Ekhart said. But she continued to drop in oxygen levels. 

“Her stats are bottoming out. Heart rate 53.” Raven called to Ekhart, who still had not moved from his position feeling her heart in her chest. “Come on sweetheart you don’t want to do that. You don’t want to give up.” he willed her. 

“Heart rate 40. She’s in respiratory arrest.”

“Ekhart slid his hand out from under her neck and placed it right in her groin. She groaned, feeling violated on a whole new level from this stranger. She knew he was palpating her pulse. She shivered. 

“If you don’t get that heart rate up I will.” He waited. 

“38!” Raven cried. 

Ekhart stood back, interlocked his fingers ,and went straight for her sternum, his eyes laser focused on hers. He thrust in rapid succession, the chest compressions ravaging pain through her body. There was a reason they didn’t do CPR on conscious people, one she now understood. She felt and heard the air forced out of her lungs with each painful thrust between her breasts. She didn’t know how long it was but eventually Raven called for him to stop.

Serena gasped. “That’s it sweetheart breathe!” Ekhart encouraged her. 

“Stats holding steady.” Raven announced. 

“Well lets just make sure they do…” he was back by her side with a short hollow tube in his hand. He forced her head back and jammed it into her throat. She gagged choking on it but Ekhart just strapped her head down to the table and holding the sides of her jaws, puffed against the hole in the tube. 

“That’s an oropharyngeal airway!” he told her as he inserted his breath into her lungs again. It’s to make sure you’re airway remains open and we don’t have other scare.” he petted her head with one hand. She choked between sobs of misery and vulnerability. He injected something into her IV line and she began to fade into unconsciousness. She fought it.

“You’re mine now pet.” Ekhart bent down into her face. “I want you to know that you and I are going to be as intimate as any humans every could be with my breath filling your lungs, my hands beating for your heart. Know this now sweetheart…” his voice darkened. “I will restart your heart every single time you go into cardiac arrest.” he promised coldly.

She gasped and cried harder. “No!” she tried to yell but it was impossible with the tube in her throat. Her strength was sapping, the drug taking hold. Ekhart unclasped one hand and turned her onto her side, the tube still lodged in her throat uncomfortably. He leaned over her, her bare back to his naked chest as he slid his arm around her tummy resting his palm back between her breasts. “Take deep breaths sweetie!” he willed her as the other hand found her wetness. “That’s it sweetheart. Good girl.” he massaged her a moment as she gasped and tried to resist.

“Raven the Doppler.” he commanded. Raven handed him the small hand-held instrument. Ekhart detached the mic piece as Raven placed a small dollop of gel on her neck an rubbed it in. “All pulse points please.” 

Raven obliged and squired another 3 dollops of gel. One under her left breast, one on the center of her stomach underneath her rib cage and one right on her groin. Serena shook trying to dispel the men and the gel off her body but to no avail. She was almost immobile from the sedative. 

Raven took the outstretched wand from Ekhart and placed the it on her carotid artery. A thudding sound emanated. He left it pressed there until Ekhart asked for it. Ekhart placed it himself right underneath her left breast listening to her apex. The thudding was located again and pounded stronger. He moved it to her femoral artery, spreading the gel and pressed in hard. It counted her pulses with accuracy. Then he let one lone finer slide into her, rubbing her clit slightly as he continued to palpate her femoral. She wanted nothing more than to die and willed her heart to stop but she knew that would never happen with Ekhart. 

Ekhart sighed savoring her discomfort and her beating heart. “Yes sweetheart. You’re doing it you see? It’s so beautiful when you're alive.” He finally moved the probe and placed it at her abdomen. That’s when she felt her whole body go limp, unable to resist the meds, she faded into unconsciousness in Ekhart’s arms.

[omnybus]

not one of mine, but a lot of people seem to be down to clown with Vibri from Vib Ribbon

Yeah, this is definitely one of those things where saying "okay hear me out" sounds like a joke, even though I am pretty much never surprised by who or what people get horny for these days. Either way, Vibri here would definitely be in the high-tier rankings of OHMO (even though I'm not ranking these), because I'm not sure what folks see in a character who looks like she was designed and voice-acted by DeeDee from Dexter's Laboratory

[shiguknifeii]

My TAWOG OC I made out of childhood crush nostalgia

(Most of this is paraphrased or copy pasted from my Twitter account, trying to repost my stuff here, lol. I might also add additional notes about her that I didn't add in the original thread.)

This is Emily Suzuki, daughter of noble prize receiver R. Suzuki, that recently moved to Elmore after the current/canon timeline of TAWOG. She is also Gumball's girlfriend (for reference, her and Gumball are in high school)

General Notes:

I tried to mix my current interest, so she's Suzuki's daughter. I also decided to give her an ego that kind of possess her robot self, to give her a reason why she has a soul (since her creator has one, though I'm not sure how that works).

I took a lot of inspiration from Vibri from Vib-Ribbon with her ego, since in my alternate universes, everyone's ego personification is different. Her ego is supposed to look fragile and thin because she's insecure. Her robot ego form is supposed to look like armor.

When her ego gets damaged (can be physical or emotional), she turned into a cat, then a mini-Suzuki head.

I made the Ego personification designs second, so I took a lot of details I liked with the "Ego Robot" and used them in the actual robot form and her redesigned human form

I like to think that Suzuki intentionally made her look like Emily from Class of '09 if I was going towards a human AU type route for my story, because he enjoyed it when he wore wigs and such (this takes place in my Melancholy Double Up AU, and I like to make him dress as Jecka from Class of '09 in that AU). Though I will say, if Emily ever felt uncomfortable with how she looks, especially with the wig (which she isn't), he will absolutely help her.

She is best friends with Penny, because... Why not? I like to think she was the first person to befriend Emily, and Emily has stuck to her (to which Emi feels bad because she feels like she's kind of taking over Penny's time with how much they hang out together)

I have an idea for a story about her, but it is very embarrassing, so I will probably not share it. But I will say that the reason why I made it was because I was reading those TAWOG x reader stories one day, and I got tired of the amount of stories that made Penny a terrible person in all the "Gumball x Reader" centered ones (which were most of the ones I was reading.)

This is a little embarrassing to share, since I'm basically revisiting a fictional childhood crush that I used to have when I was around 5 years old, but it's still fun to play around with the idea now that I'm older now.

(P.S. I'm sorry for how messy this is, I just like talking about my OCs 🥲)

[dawnslight-aegis]

12. quarry

Before aught else, Zenos yae Galvus was a hunter. The chase, the thrill of battle, these were the things that made him feel what he thought others must mean when they spoke of joy. And though he had hunted all his life, only once had his quarry proven herself to be more than prey, fangs and claws sharp enough to rend and tear, to bring him to an ecstatic bloody end even when empowered beyond what his flesh could withstand.

In falling to her in battle, and in rising again after death, he had but one purpose – to make himself worthy of her attention once more. As she had grown stronger, her appetite whet with the blood of so many, including his great-grandsire, so too had he. Long had he imagined the sanguine conflagration that would consume the star when next they met, but when the moment came, he found her… distracted. Lesser beasts called her hero, called out to her to save them, as if they were worth her notice. The ones she surrounded herself with served as chains, fettering her to the ground when he wished for her to fly, to ascend to the heavens with him as was her right.

And so he had come to the conclusion that he must be the one to set her free.

The Ascian droned on, his mummer’s farce playing out as he’d devised, but Zenos paid him no heed. His focus was on the borrowed flesh into which his friend’s soul had been bound for safekeeping, a conveniently fresh corpse, preserved by the cold. He recognized her immediately, her rage and her hatred blazing forth like a star. Would this, at long last, be the thing that drove her to heights of fury yet unseen? High enough that the rest of the world would fall away, and all would be left is her drive to bury steel in his heart?

He could scarcely wait to find out.

His revelation that all the chaos and destruction of the so-called Final Days was for her brought little reaction, far less than he’d hoped. Impatient with his role in the opening act, he hastened towards the next, to which this entire display had been building.

Empty flesh slumped forward on his father’s throne, pallid and lifeless with no soul to inhabit it. If blood shed in her name did not move her, what of blood shed by her hand?

Zenos caught the body’s chin and tipped it back, his gaze ever-searching. What would it be like, to compress his own essence to fill such a tiny form? To know her, all of her, from artery to nerve-ending to the tips of her delicate fingers? To slake his hunger within her flesh, and watch her own hands rip away the chains that bound her? Would she be able to feel the impression of him after he had gone, the way he molded her entrails to accommodate him?

The corners of his mouth curled up in anticipation, and his thumb brushed over her bottom lip. Tonight was a night for new experiences, for satisfying curiosities. And was it not typical that an invitation for dinner be followed by a kiss, before body and soul were joined?

He leaned down, close enough to feel faint breath on his face, before pressing his lips to the body’s own. They were soft under his own, full and warm, but slack. Motionless. The act brought on no heart palpitations, no rush of desire, as he had always read it should – but the sound of his friend scrabbling to her borrowed feet behind him made his entire body flush warm with satisfaction. He would have to try this again, while she was within the flesh, if it brought such reaction. Perhaps she would bite back, bury teeth into his lip as her nails clawed his skin. Perhaps she would sink a dagger into his ribs and twist, bones cracking and blood spilling.

A scream of stymied rage echoed off the twisted metal around him as he released her body, and then, released his own.

For a moment there was nothingness, and then –

Zenos opened his borrowed eyes, immediately noting how well he could see in the gloom. So too was his hearing keener – the hum of machinery behind him was not muffled, as it was in his own body. He knew where every sound was in relation to himself, vibrations picked up by the glossy black horns on either side of his head. He trailed stolen fingertips over the curve of them, wondering what it would be like to grasp and pull, to shatter in his own hands.

Time enough for such musings later, and he reached for the aether around him as his friend darted nearly within reach, her movements sluggish and clumsy, the brilliance of her life dimmed by stiff, dead flesh. After a moment he was outside, snow crunching beneath his feet. He could have let himself be carried all the way to her allies’ pitiful encampment, butchered them without thought or mercy, but the spilling of blood was not his sole aim. No, now he was the quarry, and she the hunter – if she could escape the labyrinth that the Ascian had built for her. He would see whether it was her flesh that gave her the strength to stand against him, or her soul.

So he set out to the south at a leisurely pace, acquainting himself with her form. The strangest change was her center of gravity, making hips the pivot point rather than chest or waist. The first few creatures he slew he did so inelegantly, relying on the strength of arms that were much smaller than his own. Strange too was the thick, heavy tail – at first he fought it, but quickly he learned its value as a counterweight, lending him a greater balance. The effect was a body that was small, but nearly impossible to bring to the ground, and Zenos delighted in the knowledge. Every small detail he committed to memory, already planning ways he might exploit her vulnerabilities, and compensate for her strengths.

By the time the encampment came into view, he was comfortable within her flesh, nearly as much as within his own. He moved with an almost sensual grace, enamored with the way her strength always came back to her hips and thighs, leveraging their power behind every swing.

Two of her companions came running, relief on their faces and questions falling from their lips, and Zenos could only smile. Soon they would be naught more than viscera spread across the ground, no longer able to distract his friend with their honeyed words and false declarations of friendship. They did not understand her, thinking her some valiant champion, a savior of the meek, when he knew better. She was a predator. It was a simple thing, to call out to his bound voidsent, that it might bury scythe in flesh until it caught on bone, but a flash, too fast to see, struck the avatar and sent it away with a scream. Instead of a pool of spreading blood, there was a man, lance in hand, and –

Her.

The obstacle.

Of all the burdensome creatures that shadowed his friend’s existence, hers galled him the most. Nearly as strong, but with all the disgusting honor and virtue that was falsely ascribed to his friend. She was the one who held the reigns, who kept glorious power collared and chained like a hound with composure and restraint. When his friend should have submitted to the desire that he knew ran in the marrow of her bones, her eyes filled with fury and seeing only him, it was that woman’s pale hand who reached forward and tugged her attention away, whose words brought her to heel as no one else’s could.

And it was her he would most enjoy removing from the board, axe buried in her chest to pry open the ribs, and leave her bleeding heart to run dry in the snow. Perhaps he would bring it back, present it to his friend as an offering of his regard, his sincerity.

With a thought, he resummoned the voidsent, his borrowed body’s vast reservoir of dark aether perfectly suited to the task. He gave enough to the starving creature for it to gorge, its form more solid and real as it flew at the man who had once, like Zenos himself, worn the flesh of a dragon. Another day, Zenos would like to pit his own strength against this one, who stood often at his friend's shoulder, guarding her back, but tonight, he had more important things to concern himself with. Like removing the woman who stood in the place of honor at his friend’s right hand, a place which was rightfully his.

With all the power his soul and her body could muster, he brought axe to bear against the so-called Warrior of Light, hammering her back. She managed to turn away his assault, but she was forced to remain on the defensive, giving ground rather than be crushed beneath the weight of the heavy blade. A cry out from one of the lesser others broke her attention for the tiniest sliver of a moment, and Zenos lunged.

Narrowly, narrowly, she brought shield up in time to protect herself from being cloven in two, but rather than the axe blade being turned away it bit deep into steel, and he felt bone shatter and muscle tear under the force of it. The woman screamed in pain, and Zenos grinned, wide enough that his friend’s fangs bit deep into her lower lip, flooding her mouth with the taste of her blood, headier than the finest wine.

It was only thanks to his borrowed body’s expanded range of hearing that he registered the whistle of metal through the air quickly enough to keep from being impaled by it, jumping back, ready to turn on whoever had deprived him of the chance to savor the kill – only to be faced with a broken corpse, clotted blood oozing from gouges in its flesh. And behind the dead eyes – fury. Sublime, beautiful rage like he had never seen from her before, that quickened his blood and wakened his desire. There, there was what he had sought! And in a flesh not her own, weak and magicless, given life only by the strength of her will.

A raw scream ripped through paralyzed vocal cords, shredding them with the force of it, as his friend launched her borrowed body into her true one, tackling him to the ground. Such was his pride in her endurance he did not avoid the collision, as he could have, but let her bear him down, arms curving around the cadaver she inhabited like a lover. How sweet it would be when next they met in their own flesh, how many ways he knew now to inflict pain, to force her past her limits and bring her to the brink of that greatest of ecstasies? To watch the life bleed from her eyes, or have her face be his last sight, as his vision faded again into nothingness?

Even his failure to kill the other one was nothing to him – the injury he had inflicted would leave her weakened, bereft of her shield and spirit broken, enough that surely even his horde could finish the job, when next she met them in battle. He need not concern himself with her any further.

His dear friend stirred in his arms as the Ascian cackled and plotted, and Zenos leaned forward to murmur, low enough that only she could hear, words uttered in her own voice: “All your hate, all your rage, you will render unto me.” She would surrender it to him, and he would do so in kind, and it would be glorious, transcendant, divine. Truly, only the form of a god would be worthy of her, and they would see if her strength would be enough to lay low even the eldest of the world’s divinities.

As the return of his borrowed body’s rightful soul forced him out, he fought, for one brief moment, to remain – to entangle his essence with hers, so that she might know, without a shred of doubt, that they were one.

That they were the same.

[c3s6]

Terrible, yet dumb idea:

Vib ribbon threequel for the ps5 called “Movies with Vibri” where you pop a dvd in and with ai (not the theft kind - it’ll probs be done on the ps5 hardware if it’s powerful enough), vibri pops up in the movie/show scenes as a bonus actor and adding in random dialogue when you least expect it. thus enhancing the experience of whatever dvd you pop in. Imagine you put in somethin random like. Uhhhhh. A Dora dvd and then vibri starts shouting whatever Dora wants you to repeat. OR. She takes the place of swiper no swiping or somethin. Hell. Even like. Put in a random film and vibri will find a way in there, thus enhancing the film even more. And at the end of the film vibri sings her high score song but she sings about how awesome the film was if she was in it. And very rarely. Mojibri will appear… he will be hard to find in ur films.

Hire me Sony. I just came up with a new entry in the vib ribbon series and this idea was brought to you by a random enby on tumblr that has never played vib ribbon.

[imabeautifulbutterfly]

I'm Ready

Summary: You and Sabine have a discussion before your rescue mission

A/N: Hello Lovelies,

This is a special platonic story with our lovely Sabine Wren, for the wonderful @skyofnostars as a thank you for being lovely and amazing.

I hope you enjoy this.

Love oo

Warnings: Not a one. Aside from playful banter. However, if I do miss any please let me know. Oh, there is one. Just potentially finding out character is deceased. I think that's it.

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You sat outside looking up at Mandalore’s night sky.

“Are you coming in?”

“In a bit,” you answered, calling over your shoulder to Sabine, as she slowly walked over to you.

“What are you looking at?”

“Trying to think what the end of the galaxy would look like.”

She sat beside you, “You don’t have to come. Ahsoka and I can just take the experimental hyperdrive you’re working on. I don’t think I can handle it if something were to happen to you too.”

You let out a sigh, you knew it had kept her up nights, knowing Ezra was out there somewhere, and the last thing she wanted was to lose her second best friend, but you wouldn’t let her go on her own with Ahsoka, not if you could help. 

“No. I want to come with you, I know it’s scary and I promise I’ll do what I can to come back, and if it means getting Ezra back - - I want to go.” You turned to look at her, “You of all people, know how important it is for me, not just to prove my hyperdrive works,” you smirked at her, “but also because you both mean a lot to me.”

She nodded slowly as she leaned into your side, resting her head against yours, “I know, and despite my better judgement, that’s why I told Ahsoka we should come see you first.” Sabine shifted off your head and looked up to the sky again, “You really think this hyperdrive is going to work?”

“Well it’ll either send us to the other end of the galaxy or …”

“Or?”

“Sun bake us for fifteen minutes” you turned to look at her, meeting her eyes as you both laughed. As much as she may have asked, she trusted your math and engineering better than anyone else.  

She wiped her forehead, trying to push out the fear of not finding Ezra or worse finding him dead, she took in a shuddering breath, “Do you think we’ll get him back?”

You looked at her weighing the various possibilities and outcomes in your mind, one of the good things about being highly intelligent, was the ability to run through multiple what-if scenarios in a shortened time, “I think there’s a high probability we will get him back. You take into account his ability to survive the streets, irritate the Empire with little to no skills at the time, and mix in his training with Kanan and there’s no way he’d succumb just like that.”

Sabine nodded agreeing with your assessment, “And if worst comes to worst, at the very least we’d all get the closure we’re needing, right?”

You turned to look at her smirking, “That doesn’t sound like you. That sounds practically optimistic. Do you have a fever?” You pressed the back of your hand to her forehead, only for her to  flick your hand away, laughing.

“Hey! I’m optimistic,” she teased smacking your thigh with the back of her hand.

“I’m kidding,” you giggle holding up your hand in surrender, “I know you are. Now, do you feel better about this rescue?”

She nodded, smiling, “Yeah, I do.”

“Good, then I’m going inside,” you stood stretching your limbs, “I’ll see you in the morning, get some rest.”

“I will. Night.”

kWith that you walked in hoping that maybe this time tomorrow or maybe even a few days from now, you’d be able to see Ezra in the flesh and run into his arms.

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