#I'm damn lucky I love drawing clouds

[corvidoodle]

Last night I had a small dream where I was getting the mail & was warned that a huge storm was coming, so I looked up & saw the most beautiful sky I've ever seen. My skills got me kinda close to showing it? But the clouds didn't look rainy just blotchy. But maybe the pink were more clouds just really high?? I'm not a meteorologist. What I do know is there was a weird aroura-like rainbow movement up there. Pastel against the clouds.

As I was on my way inside, I took my phone to take pictures. As I did, the sky shifted into a darkness like the second image. Lightning arcing between clouds but never striking down. As soon as I went inside, I woke up.

If I had a nickel for every ominous pink meteorological occurrence I've encountered in my dreams, I'd have two nickels. Which isn't a lot, but it's weird that it happened twice.

[slutforsnow]

Lady With Lousy Luck

Part two of "A Pretty Girl Playin' With The Big Boy's" (<-link to pt 1)

CW/TW// guns, Billy is his own warning (so is Jesse, but this aint abt him LMAO), shooting, talk about abusive/manipulative ex and old friend, scars, forced marriage (?), shooting, grooming

Summary: Violet hangs with Billy and Jesse as they go shooting and get to know each other

A/N: Oh. My. Satan. GUYS ILY FOR GIVING PART ONE A CHANCE TY😭😭🫶🏼🫶🏼 also I might proofread that cause I posted it at 2am LMFAO if you guys have any writing tips/notice any misspellings lmk (also this is after the scene where he helps Kathleen working before he goes shooting with Jesse)

"Vi, why did you bet so much?" Jesse inquired as they walked to the make-shift shooting area after leaving Billy to let him join and check up on his ma. She shrugged, not really knowin' why herself.

"Don't know, just felt like it." As she spoke, she was rubbing her arm red and raw from how hard that gambler had grabbed her. She scowled as they walked, biting the inside inside of her cheek. The gambler had looked too similar to her ex. Shaking her head, she shuddered, trying to rid the image of her ex's face from her mind. 'Outta sight, outta mind my ass.'

"What's Billy like?" She questioned back, avoiding the topic of why she shuddered or bet so much.

"How d'you mean? I've told you he's a pretty damn good gunslinger for his age." Jesse looked at his younger sister with a raised brow.

Violet looked at Jesse with a look that could pierce through anything."Not like that, dumbass, I mean, is he a good person or somethin'." She swore that Jesse was messin' with her with how he shrugged. She was goin' to slap this man. She didn't care how much older he was.

"He's pretty quiet, hardworking," Jesse began, stoppin' for a moment to relax. "Loves his ma, Kathleen, and little brother, Joseph, to death. He hates his step-father, and between you and me, I can't blame him for that—but other than that, he keeps to himself."

Violet nodded, leaning against a tree and looking up at the blue sky. She watched the clouds go by as the pair waited for Billy to arrive, and she remembered how defeated Billy looked back at the saloon.

She bit the inside of her cheek, thinking about it. She decided to be nice decided to give Billy her winnings from poker to him. She figured it would be a nice 'thanks for savin' my ass' sort of gesture.

When Billy arrived, Violet watched them shoot the targets from a spot on the grassy plains behind them.

She was mesmerized by his focus and draw. How the muscles in his hand flexed when he drew his pistol and fired. She had to admit, it was hot and so was he–but not just physically. Billy was respectful, a gentleman, funny, loyal, and powerful. She knew he'd be a good friend in the long run, so she planned to at least become his friend.

As Jesse and Billy conversed about guns and how to modify them, Violet started to rub her bruise again. It was a reminder. A painful reminder of the man she hated. The one who almost ruined her life and ended her life of innocence.

She laid down in the grass, laying like a starfish, and sighed. 'When I find you, Henry Antrim, I'll kill you.'

After a few minutes, Jesse came over kicking Violet in the side, which earned him a kick to the knee.

"I'm awake, what," She groaned out, sitting up. Jesse rolled his eyes before dropping his sister's hat on her face.

"Goin' piss, entertain Billy," He said, before deeper into the trees to relieve himself as the bathrooms were too far of a walk from their place.

"Hi again, ma'am," Billy greeted, tippin' his hat down to Violet and sitting down in the grass next to her.

She laughed softly and playfully pushed him in his side as she sat up.

"No need to call me ma'am, Billy, I'm perfectly okay with being called Violet."

"But wouldn't you find that disrespectful?" He questioned, taking his hat off.

"Nah. I ain't really fond of being called miss or ma'am. Not after my ex," Violet stated, grabbing her lucky make-shift knife and stabbing the dirt as she looked at Billy. He looked nervous to be talking to a woman around his age. Alone.

"Oh... we'll... what exactly did he do? If you don't mind me asking?"

"Well, the short story is... he popped my cherry before I was ready. He and an old friend of a mine also sort of... controlled and manipulated me to think it was fine despite being 16 he was, I think, maybe mid-to-late 40s. Said it was love, but...it wasn't," She explained, gripping her blade hard before throwing it at a tree down by the targets, and it stuck into the trunk.

Billy was taken aback by the sudden drop of what happened and why she hated her ex so badly. Finding no words to say, Billy hesitantly put a hand on her back and rubbed her back in a comforting manner. Violet had originally shuddered at the touch and had gone to shove him off, but instead... she relaxed. She half-leaned into his touch, finding comfort and warmth from the cold and distant man. Billy didn't speak, but Violet didn't want him to. Most people asked how she could be so stupid or yell at her for being dumb. But Billy offered comfort, and she found solace in it.

As a few minutes passed, Violet suddenly sat up remembering something. "Oh shit, I almost forgot!" Billy looked down at her puzzled as she fished out her winnings from poker. When she finally grabbed the large wad of cash, she pressed it firmly into his rough and calloused hands.

"Here," She said, smiling up at him as the wind blew her curls out of her face.

Billy stared, puzzled. She was giving him her winnings and didn't understand why.

"Why are you giving me your winnings...?" He asked, slowly closing his hand around the wad of cash and coins.

"Cause you saved my ass- besides, I planned to buy you a drink, but my brother gave me a look that said we needed to get out of there now. Figured money would be a better alternative after hearin' about the mining accident," She answered, playfully hitting him in the shoulder as he stared at her in awe.

Billy didn't really understand the whole concept of love at first sight, but he did know one thing; this woman was his soulmate.

[faerywhimsy]

Vamptember Day 12 - "Love never dies a natural death"

Today I'm back to my nonsense about my beloved Bianca Solderini.

Here is a chronology of our girl Bianca: Marius' briefly human companion after Santino abducts Amadeo, burning down the Palazzo and leaving Marius a blackened shadow of his former self. Marius brings Bianca into the blood. They occasionally argue to the point where Marius cloud gifts her to a place she can't return to him again, before he feels really bad about it and brings her back again—

While there's an argument to be made that—just as The Vampire Armand was Armand's burn book—Blood and Gold was Marius' maudlin self pity after seeing Armand in Queen of the Damned, I'm still sore about that.

Bianca accepts his temper is just a part of Marius and stands loyal by him for centuries. But they come to a permanent separation after Bianca overhears the way Marius throws her aside for the possibility of being with Pandora again. Like, does Bianca comfort him on the night Pandora rejects, bringing Marius to her cold grave. "It is early for you, but I must go and I can't leave you this way." <3

Less than a page later, as soon as Marius is himself again, my girl, like a boss, informs him in no uncertain terms that she's finally put up with enough and is leaving.

"I heard the things you said to her. And I'm leaving you."

This is around the mid-17th century.

So it's not impossible Bianca goes immediately from Marius in Dresden to Armand in Paris in that brief, possible interaction in TVA before Armand comes across Louis for the first time. Likely she's licking her wounds and building her courage. But then Armand scares her away.

This actually does make a great deal of sense from Bianca's PoV. Marius had regularly been utilising the Telamasca to keep tabs not just on Pandora, but also on Amadeo (now of course Armand). Through Marius, Bianca understands Armand has spent the last hundred years making himself coven master to the Children of Darkness. At his worst, he has completely eschewed any softer feelings or the lessons Marius left him with over only killing the evil doer. In fact, the more innocent the mortal, the more pleasure Armand seems to take in the killing.

Secondhand knowledge is confirmed by reality at the dawn of the 20th century: Armand has changed from the Amadeo she loved into a man Bianca has no ability to recognise.

And then... We don't see Bianca chronologically in canon until Lestat finds her and Allesandra in Paris in Prince Lestat.

It's the century between that visitation at the turn of the 20th century and the end of it that captivates me. Bianca isn't at all present or mentioned by the time we have Queen of the Damned in 1988. Other characters that she's later seen with in Prince Lestat are present for Akasha's Burnings.

And so my investigation begins.

Maybe Bianca had not forgiven Marius by the time Pandora and Santino (🙃) were searching for Marius at the beginning of Akasha's reign of terror. And that's why Bianca did not come to his aid. (It's not like Armand pulled himself away from Daniel either.)

That explanation suffices, or else more simply: The first burning passed over Bianca and her still relatively new fledgling. They were grateful and saw no need to involve themselves in happenings that were by majority occurring on the other side of the world. It's just... they were not so lucky when it came to the second Burning.

"But I'll tell you that, why I am suffering," Bianca said, drawing near but talking in a normal and not a confidential voice, her arm slipping around me [Lestat]. "I lost one I loved in the attack in Paris, a young one, one I'd made and lived with for decades. But this was the Voice at work, not the one he'd brought out of the earth to do his bidding."

This moment where Bianca is just... comfortable enough to slip her arm around Lestat? It's so incredibly maddening to me because the two of them have never before had an interaction on the page before Paris.

How does this moment between Lestat and Bianca come about? There are two obvious options that immediately come to mind for an explanation, then, of the affection evident between Bianca and Lestat (outside of the love every vampire in this universe has for Lestat).

1) more happened between Armand and Bianca directly in the years between 1998 (TVA) and 2013 (PL) when Lestat and Armand were on better terms (??)

2) Armand told Lestat of his beloved Bianca Solderini before Lestat went into the ground

Picture this: Lestat is weakened from Louis' and Claudia's attack on him. He asks and is refused healing blood from Armand. Fair enough. Maybe Armand makes a throwaway line, "I wouldn't give my healing blood to even my beloved Bianca Solderini if she had treated me as you have!"

It's entirely possible Armand would have mentioned her here, after all. Remember he thinks he sighted Bianca in Paris earlier in the decade.

And so Lestat, hurting and humbled, wanders back towards New Orleans. But it just so happens that Bianca has also found herself in this part of the world at the same time. She has come across the occasional immortal on her travels up till now but, with them, a quick scan of the mind always shows little more than whether or not there is an intention to harm.

Lestat's mind is different in two ways: He is clearly far from his best but, also, there are familiar figures in this immortal's mind. Marius, and Armand.

They stare at each other in shock, hardly able to parse that they have two such influential figures on each of their lives in common - yet they have never before met. Bianca immediately offers him aid, and Lestat's mind throws up the memory of the words Armand threw at him.

She doesn't completely recoil. Bianca's used to Marius' temper. She knows how unkind men can be and does not jump to assume either Lestat or Armand must be the right. She's just tired, so tired of being alone. So she asks Lestat to give her stories of Armand and, in exchange, she will offer him a little of her blood that is almost as powerful as Armand's.

Lestat accepts this deal, and Bianca hears about Armand from someone other than Marius for the first time in almost 400 years. She ends up in tears with it. Lestat cannot stand the idea of yet another blood drinker flying into a rage over what is only truth to him. He knows he will not survive it, even with the small amount of blood she has granted him.

That will be just enough to get him safely the rest of the way back to New Orleans.

And so, while Bianca mourns, Lestat takes his leave from her, apologising, thanking her for her kindness, but asking her not to follow him.

She doesn't. Bianca wishes Lestat well and thinks on him often while he sleeps.

Because he is the last blood drinker she holds company with for several decades. By the 1950s, she finds herself in California, at which point the mind of a human girl captivates her. She is strong, this girl, recently sent away from her family to give birth to a baby she was forced to then give up for adoption.

But this girl refuses to fall down to depression despite the current isolation from her family, her younger brother, her old friends. She's getting her diploma in night classes, and Bianca finds herself quietly stalking her, curious at her thoughts and her resilience.

She's not as subtle as she thinks she is, and the girl confronts her one night, telling her that if she's going to be appearing out of nowhere every night, the very least she can do is buy her a soda.

The first time Bianca reaches for her hand, the girl pulls it away, before realising she doesn't need to worry anymore about what others might think of her holding another woman's hand. Bianca asks her where she would like to go in the world if she could go anywhere. Her eyes light up at the idea of being able to leave California behind her.

And this is the fledgling Bianca mentions in passing. The reason Bianca does not appear in Queen of the Damned is explained: Bbecause her fledgling refused to go back to California, and Bianca wouldn't make her. Lestat gave her the highlights after it was all over. He even visited the two of them on one of his visits to France.

The hug Bianca gives to Lestat in that moment of Prince Lestat, then, gets to be a quiet moment of recognition between them. Bianca is glad to know Lestat is okay because she can't help but think of their first meeting, and this time it is Bianca who's the one that's utterly bereft, while Lestat is as fit and healthy as Bianca was on their first meeting.

Their roles have quite reversed.

@vamptember

[asrainstorm]

(Sorry in advance: unfortunately, English is not my first language but I felt the urge to speak up)

Everyone’s talking about how badly Crowley is hurt, and, God & others, I can imagine; it must be extremely hard time for him! Not with one single thought I ever underestimated his pain, I love Crowley so much and just hope that everything will get better. However, I really wonder why so few people talk about Aziraphale’s feelings? I doubt very much that he is completely on cloud nine – I mean, well, you get it.

We all agreed with the fact that heaven for him are like parents-abusers who have religiously traumatized him so much that he doesn’t even realize their toxicity now. And most of us also agreed that the following came out of the previous agreement – it was worth heaven ("parents") to throw him literally a grain of attention, say a couple of nice words and he rushed to them immediately. Not right away, of course, but think about it: your terribly conservative parents, who literally retell you Bible passages instead of giving real family advices, suddenly say, like, come home, our dear, we allow you to rearrange your room, hang a couple of posters and, oh, you can even bring your demon-boyfriend! (I'm sure for heaven and hell this kind of relationship is equal to homophobia on Earth, so forgive me for using gender so bluntly)

Doesn't that sound amazing? You don't even think about how many millimeters you now allowed to move your desk lamp, because they said you can take your demon-boyfriend with you who will – wait for it – cease to be demon and you will finally have a chance together! Hurray! But stop, it seems you forgot that your demon-boyfriend doesn't want your heaven-room, which you will gladly rebuild just for him, or the opportunity to draw stars on the ceiling again. He just wants to be with you, on "your" side.

And you can't do that.

Aziraphale is an angel who saw all the crimes of heaven, did not agree with them and still continued to believe that "it’s the side of truth, of light". "Of good". Though he himself was absolutely petrified with all this killing of Job’s children theme, for example. He just can't stop. After all, it’s only for us 6,000 years – a hella lot of time, when he is sorely lacking it. He didn’t fall like Crowley, heaven hasn’t yet rejected him "truly" to see everything. And every day, every hour that he spends next to Crowley is at the same time great, fun, exciting but also damn hard: he has to adjust to the person (demon!!) who is "too fast" for him to have an opportunity to just continue their communication. I'm actually lucky not to know how Aziraphale really feels, but I can imagine how hard it is to convince yourself that there is nothing wrong with such suspiciously pleasant interactions with Crowley, because, think, he does good things too! Demons don't do good but he does, so it means that he's good, right, perfect, and that maybe God made a tiny little mista—

I'm sure when he first came to this idea, he was afraid for his life. How could he think SUCH a thing about God, really? And can everything that is happening be a test – although God ("parent") obviously wouldn’t ever waste her time just to test him, of course, yes, but still, is it possible..? Is Crowley really his "apple"?

To Aziraphale's surprise, no matter how many times he "refuses" Crowley, they still get closer, stay together, gravitate towards each other; haha, it can't be that Aziraphale, an angel (!!), really do likes— Oh, Crowley saved his books, how un-demonic! 🥰🤗

Aziraphale loves his life on Earth so much, everything is fine with him, just wonderful, but does he think deep down that he deserves it? All his comfortable existence, and books, and music, and delicious food, and everything that he adores, he’s ready to sacrifice without hesitation for someone's happiness, because he has not ceased to be an angel – in our case, he sacrifices "himself" for Crowley's happiness, because when did he see him genuinely happy last time? Oh, right, when he was an angel and created stars. So fine, be it – they will go to a white skyscraper, where there is absolutely nothing that Aziraphale loves, but at least they finally can love each other, right? Is that… Is that right?

Turns out – no, unfortunately.

Aziraphale cannot so easily turn himself inside out and free from what makes him consider himself "just one of the other angels", he needs to finally see with his own eyes how toxic heaven is. And only then will he be able to escape and begin to change (and not only acquire interests and hobbies).

Crowley seems to be trying to explain to the child of abusive parents that no, you absolutely must not feel obliged to return to them at the first call after everything they have done, no, "you are better than that, angel". In vain. But I think deep down he understands.

And the most painful thing is that Aziraphale loves Crowley, really does. He loves him so much, infinitely, but doesn’t dare to admit it even to himself, fearing that God he is supposed to serve will hear these "shameful" thoughts and get angry. When he can get rid of the fear that the heavens are watching his slightest movement, then he will probably understand what Crowley was trying to tell him.

In the meantime, he believes that Crowley's hatred of heaven is greater than love for him. So do you truly think it doesn't hurt Aziraphale at all?

[tsuki-sennin]

Far out, man! An hour of Hirogaru Sky! ...yeah, I... I did it this early, haha. Oops, teehee~!

Anyways, episode 3? Babby shenanigans? And episode 4! Already asking about the future!

Spoilers, I guess...

-Mashiro-chaaaan~!

-An ultra doting papa, huh?

-Awww

-Ah, milf!

-What a wonderful week you're having, Mashiro!

-Anyways, Baby Time.

-Poor thing really misses her parents.

-Vidya chat!

-"Who the fuck are you?"

-Descendant of Skyland!

-Yoyo! The scholar!

-Rather convnenient.

-Shiny rocks!

-Shiny energy rocks!

-We have those too, but uh... well, they're a bit more dangerous. Doesn't mean they shouldn't be used though, I can tell you that much.

-That ain't no hill, Granny Goodness!

-Out we go.

-Borb.

-Borb.

-Off we goooooo!

-That means you're a third generation.

-Dandelion~!

-Look at them fly~!

-Keep 'em safe and keep 'em friendly~!

-DON'T EAT THE MUSHROOM

-You almost started tripping balls there, Sora-chan.

-...aaaaand you scared the baby.

-Ah, no, she's hungry, okay. ...I'm not very good with kids, you see.

-Fuwafuwa~!

-B r e a d

-Cloud bread!

-Would go fantastic with some Skyloft-style pumpkin soup.

-Fuwafuwa~!

-The pen is glowing! Let's get treasure-huntin'!

-Ellee-chan destroyed a national monument. Her reparations will take years to prepare.

-Oh my God, she's gonna punch the rock.

-Skyland Shinken!

-Fossil!

-Not what we were looking for, but holy shit.

-Big shiny.

-Kabapyon! ...ain't no-bunny who looks as much a rabbit as he does.

-A real lucky break!

-Undergu Energy!

-Oh, he can corrupt plants too, I see.

-"Hide, my lady! It's Hero Time!"

-God, what a gorgeous transformation.

-Time to whip some ass.

-Bamboozling.

-Comfort the baby. Protect the baby.

-Sky's really proving herself against this Celesteela.

-Yeah you know, kick missiles.

-"You fool! Hurry up and go for the finisher!"

-"You got it, dude!"

-I wonder how much Skyland Shinken factors into Sora's fighting style.

-Poisonous Mushrooms~!

-Kabaton-tonight is gonna be hell for whatever janitor they have down there.

-Let's go home~!

-Konnichiwaaa~!

-Good morning, king and queen!

-Hydrogen baby misses her parents.

-...or perhaps Ozone Baby would be more appropriate?

-Yeah I'm gonna call her Ozone Baby.

-Just like your pops, Mashiro-chan.

-Oh, Grandma Yoyo's super important.

-You're quite good at drawing, Sora-chan.

-"Duty calls... and so does my love for my chosen liege!"

-YUIN

-Hello, Precious. Signing us off today, eh?

-I wonder how much your price on Cameo is?

-Not gonna comment on the next episode, preview let's just hop into it.

-Damn Sora, you've been training all night?

-Awwwwww

-Journey of a thousand mils

-Holy shit, she learned her hiragana table in like a week.

-Five letters a day, little by little!

-...I have to wonder how close Skyland script is to hiragana.

-"You're fine just the way you are, you know? Be sure to... eat that red-pickled ginger."

-Breakfast time~!

-CGI Hummer!

-Oh hello! You must be that babe I've been hearing so much about.

-Ageha-san...

-MASHI-RON

-I love that nickname, I'm gonna use that.

-Neighborino! And off she fled.

-Hijiri Ageha! She's just a small town girl! Living in a lonely world!

-Princess~!

-Take an Ellee for your secret hiding.

-B i r d

-"Fate's working its gears once more."

-Passionate about helping the youth of today. Respect that.

-Youuu don't know.

-When I grow up, I'm gonna smoke Fortnite and play weed all day. ...is what I probably would do if I could even do either of those things.

-Kabachonk.

-An ancient trap.

-Truffle hunter.

-Honestly that was very clever of you Kabaton, very clever thinking.

-Purple Bebop is lightyears ahead of you!

-Mushroom time!

-Hot damn! Kicks!

-Too big for school.

-Not to big to spread spores though~!

-Ozone Baby detects your hidden resolve.

-"Give up, losers! I've got your Cure and her means of fighting!"

-Oh GOD why do they have to make noise

-Fly high!

-It's Cure Time.

-"Why the side character!?"

-Kabaton's honestly a pretty great villain for a show like this.

-He's not smart in a traditional sense, but the way he uses the Ranborgs so far has been effective.

-"SHADDUP! ...anyways, Mashiron, remember my backstory."

-That teenage angst set right in.

-"Kindness! An unbeatable power!"

-PreCure~!

-It's Hero Time!

-Sky Mirage! Tone connect! Hirogaru Change! Prism!

-Absolutely fabulous.

-That is some drip you've got there, sweetheart.

-Cure Prism!

-There's that "leap too far" beat!

-Whacha!

-Oh, projectiles too! You're fulla surprises, huh lassie?

-It's Hero Time! Part 2!

-It's a good thing these transformations are so gorgeous.

-No interfering! The lady grants her favor!

-Hirogaru... Sky Punch!

-Hope we get to see Prism's finisher soon.

-Oh, okay! Hirogaru... Prism Shot!

-Mashiron's all tired!

-Sora...

-"You're good enough to be my friend, aren't you?"

-Cure Prism! Alright!

-Alright, what's next episode?

-Ah yep, Sora trying to do all the work. A pretty standard early episode plot for any cartoon, sooooo-

-Guess we'll wait till next time~!

[yeetusdabussy]

NSFW and SFW for Sephiroth, Genesis, and Angeal with a Black S/O thats a female pls 🥺🤎

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I GOT YOU LOVE!

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Genesis

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(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡look at this ginger headed madafucka. Such a work of art, but besides his beauty and personality, he loves taking the subject from himself and drawing it back to you. He wants to learn every little thing about you and what you enjoy doing in your life when you first met, he just found you so beautiful and unique.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡ would learn to help you with your hair. He doesn't care what it is, braiding, washing it, helping you take it down, or even help you put your hair in a protective style. HE WILL buy you a matching silk bonnet with a silk pillowcase and all! This boy will even learn the history of your hair and styles. What can I say, he's a man of knowledge.

(ㅅ´ ˘ `)♡he would LOVE if you ask him for help with anything. He wants to show you how much he loves you, and he has no problem showing it in public either, he's just more quiet about his PDA. So sit in his lap and chill with him please!

"Hey, I couldn't help but notice you from over there, ur new around here huh?" He gave you a soft smile. "I'm Genesis by the way."

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❦ Oh man, this mam takes his SWEET time with you. You thought he was gonna be a innocent wittle submissive cinnamon roll huh? Yeah no, this man got some kinks, look at the amount of books this mf goes through if he had the time. This MF is a tease, but he's gentle about it. Like example, light caresses to your cocoa skin and small peppering kisses to your neck whenever you're close by him or laying on his chest whenever he is reading.

❦He loves when you sit on his face, but don't be fooled, he's a power bottom. He'll have you sit on his face for hours, whispering soft praises about how much he adores you and all you've done for him.

❦ He's not the biggest but he's pretty fucking thick! He's only a good 5.7 inches when hard and 5.4inches when soft. But boy does he know how to work it, its just too damn thick. And he knows that so be grateful for his playful teasing of foreplay.

You gripped his hair, and grinded against his face. He gripped and caressed your thighs with his hands, gods did he love the taste of you. The way your brown smooth thighs feels around his head is magical, he gets pussy drunk every time you're suffocating him with the super soaker down below. "You- fuck, baby you taste so good. Gonna cum for me right love?" He nips your inner thigh and chuckle. "this is the best meal I've had."

Sephiroth

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(ㅍωㅍ)Look at this cat eyed mf. GORGEOUS, but anyways, he's a very busy man love. Thus guy has no remorse in his words and the things he does. But you! You changed him. well not really, he's still a dick to everyone else but he'll make a exception of you.

(ㅍωㅍ)if you don't agree with his plans he'll make you, this man has yandere written all over him, like he loves you, ofc but you got some competition with cloud. That mf on his mind daily. But nothing beats the way your curly hair feels between his fingers. He adores your curls and he reminds you of that.

(๑･`◡´･๑) Anyways besides his toxicity, if you're with him, you're LUCKY. But man does he love your skin, he loves sweets so to him you're nothing more than a sweet tooth he should stay away from.but he's so addicted to you.

(๑･`◡´･๑) he has no problem taking you out, showing PDA and even long kisses at the dawn of daylight in front of everybody. He wants people to know you're his, and he's quite possessive. He will have you with him at all times. Where ever he goes, you go, and where ever YOU go, he goes.

(๑･`◡´･๑)He adores you, A LOT. But he can get a bit. Rude sometimes,but he will.apologize if he made you sad or cry. It breaks his heart to know he's the cause of your pain. And if someone else hurts your feelings. Well RIP that ass ayee. Also he will enjoy cuddles on a daily based.

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ꨄ︎He is Dom! No if ands or butts. He loves when you're in reserve cowgirl. He might not admit it, but he loves the way chocolatey ass bounces on him. Watching the way his cock disappears and reappear like some damn magic tragic.

ꨄ︎ speaking of cock, he's pretty big. A good 7.4 inches when hard and 5.7 when soft. He's a GROWER on the skinnier side but great! And ugh he's so sweet bed. You might think He's rough, but he let's you go at your own pace because in his eyes, watching you work yourself up with his cock is a ego boost.

ꨄ︎He really loves when you go down on him, this is the only time he's rough, he can't help it. Your grown plush glossy lips wrapped around his long cock. He's definitely the type to train you to take him balls deep down your throat.

"Such a sweetheart you are, getting yourself riled up on my cock quite pathetically." He whispers into your ear, having your legs wrapped around his waist as he holds your hands into his. His pretty eyes staring down into yours with full of just and adoration. "I'll kill any pathetic man that looks your way ~" he isn't joking either.

Angeal

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૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎აlook at this man, beefy ass arms, I hope he.will choke the fu- so he loves the way you handle yourself, so out spoken, not afraid to speak up, and always know when shit is shady. He loves you for how intelligent and beautiful you're.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა he loves to hold you, IN PRIVATE! Like I've said, sadly he's not into PDA that much. He has a image to hold and he doesn't want enemies to end up using you to get to him.

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა he loves to play with your hair as well! He knows its your crown and he treats it with such gentle care, even asking what does and doesn't work for you and your hair. He has no problem grabbing hair products for you..............unless its pads......

૮₍ ˃̵͈᷄ . ˂̵͈᷅ ₎ა oh yeah oddly enough. This man eats a lot. He'll love you even more if you stuff his face. He does believe in "great food means happy husband." And he also agrees with "spoiled girlfriend means happy girlfriend." He has no problem spoiling you if he has the money ofc!

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❦ oh shit, here comes the pussy bandit hahaha, nah but fr...he'll have you.shaking under him like a human.vibrator the way his hips.meets yours and the way his cock hits that sweet gummy spot each time one point.

❦ he can tease sometimes! He loves hearing you beg for him. You look so pretty when you beg with tears and a sniffling nose, he feels so bad that you have to take his big fat 8inch cock. Don't worry he encourages you and let's you take your time.

❦ this man has no problem with you being on top. He's a switch, he's into lovemaking and sharing exchanged power in the bedroom. Whatever you say, goes. He does whatever you ask if you're doming him. He actually low key loves it more. Something about your little structure abusing His cock.

"That's it honey, take your time."He mumbles into your ear, hugging your waist and pulling you closer to him. He felt so warm and comfortable against you. Having your fingers run through his silky hair as you moved your hips. "O-oh- m'gonna cum !"You yelled. All he could do was smirk and kiss under your jawline softly. "Go ahead, mark what's yours ~"

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Arcane Characters + "Tell Me Something I Don't Know" Pt. 1

Just some short character/reader drabbles based one one of my favorite tropes/scenes, wherein a character jokingly says "tell me something I don't know", only for the other person to respond with something cute/sincere.

Part 1 features the following characters: Jinx, Sevika, Caitlyn, and Vi. I'll definitely be doing some other characters in the future (including some of the men), so no worries if your fave isn't here :3

Genre: Fluff with a couple drops of angst

Warnings: Brief language, minor mentions of injuries, brief mentions of alcohol (the reader doesn't drink any). The reader works at a bar in Sevika's section, guns are mentioned in Cait's (to no one's surprise)

Notes: Reader is gender neutral. Also, this is only the 3rd Arcane thing I've written, and the first I've published, so... hopefully it's good? And I'm sorry if it's not?

Jinx:

“Is… is this what I think it is?” You ask, in a breathless whisper, your heart skipping a few beats. In your hands is a thing of beauty, a glittering showpiece with all the sentimentality in the world. More accurately, it is a bracelet, lovingly handmade, a central band adorned with familiar iconography: Blue smoke clouds, a rabbit with button eyes, and two overlapping hearts.

“Course it is! It’s a trinket for my Trinket,” Jinx all but shouts, excitedly bouncing on her heels. A trace of anxiety lines her movements, however, and only grows sharper when you are too stunned to reply. Voice beginning to waver, she softly asks for reassurance. “Do you like it?” In an instant you’re on your feet, pulling her into a hug, peppering her face in kisses before replying.

“I love it, hunny-bun! It’s perfect- you’re perfect,” you say, smiling so hard it hurts a little. Though you don’t pull all the way apart, you shift just enough to let her slip the bracelet onto your wrist, and you take another few moments to admire the craftsmanship.

“You’re pretty lucky, you know, to have such a great girlfriend,” Jinx teases, pressing a kiss of her own to your rapidly warming cheeks.

“Mhmm,” you start to say, leaning into her. “Tell me something I don’t know.” It’s a joke, really, a fun little way of saying that you know exactly how lucky you are to be with her. But Jinx pauses all the same, a thoughtful look on her face. A moment passes, then two, with her fingers absentmindedly playing with your hair. When at last she speaks, it is with equal parts heartache and relief; just as you are to her, both everything she needs and everything she feels she should not get.

“I’m even luckier.”

Sevika:

Thunk. A blood-stained coin bag drops onto the counter, landing with enough of a clamor to make you flinch. Still, you put on your best smile, knowing damn well that this particular customer needed it more than most. Sevika always needed it more than most.

“What’ll it be, sugar?” You ask, drawing out the last word a little too long, watching the way her lips twitched in response. Once upon a time, she had hated the nickname. Nowadays? You’ve come close to catching her smile more times than you can count. At this point you were determined to get there, eventually, even if it meant sticking it out at this shitty bar for a few more years.

“Something strong, neat. Don’t care if it’s any good,” Sevika responds after a brief moment of consideration. Part of you wants to crack a joke- this shithole doesn’t serve any ‘good’ drinks- but her expression makes you decide against it. Drink first, socialization later. If past experiences were anything to go by, you would have at least an hour or two to pick her brain before she headed home. Plus, it was a surprisingly slow night, giving you plenty of excuses to show her extra attention.

As soon as you set the first glass in front of Sevika, she throws it back with a grimace, swallowing the whiskey so fast that you wonder if she even tasted it at all. Then, and only then, does she mumble out a word of thanks, following it up with a little wave of her hand. Quite familiar with her procedure, you grab the bottle from the shelf and set it in front of her. Soon enough she’s pouring herself a refill, while you watch her closely. Her gaze meets your own, briefly, and you raise an eyebrow. One over dramatic sigh later, she offers a shitty explanation, as vague as ever:

“It’s been a bad day.” Yeah, you can’t help but scoff at that. It’s not that you expected her to go over the details of her job (she never did, as much out of concern for your safety as desire for her own privacy), just something more than stating the obvious.

“Tell me something I don’t know, maybe I’ll even give you a couple shots on the house, if you make it interesting enough,” you offer, resting your hands on the counter, letting yourself lean in her direction just a little bit. You know that Sevika doesn’t need your charity, that she makes more than enough money to pay for her own drinks, but that wasn’t really the point. She liked games… even the dumb ones with no clear rules.

“Fine. It’s been a bad day,” she repeats, pulling a cigar from her pocket as she does. There’s a short pause, her eyes watching you expectantly. A few seconds later you’re lighting it for her, watching the way her nostrils flare as the smoke hits her, feeling her own gaze locked on you. Once she takes a deep, long drag… she finally offers up an elaboration. “You make it better.”

Caitlyn:

It’s mesmerizing to watch her work. Every movement is purposeful, perfectly measured down to the millimeter, her gaze never once becoming unfocused. There are a million places where Caitlyn excels, of course, but she seems most at home here, on the firing range. Gunshots piercing the air, the clink of reloading her gun, the sharp exhale that followed the pull of the trigger… the sounds blended together to make something that relaxed her like nothing else could.

Not that you felt the same way, unfortunately. Even with ear plugs, the noises frequently made you flinch, gripping the hem of your jacket just a bit tighter every time. Nonetheless, the thought of leaving didn’t cross your mind even once. After all, you were here for her, not for your own enjoyment. After the week she’s had… she needed this. Besides, flinching aside, you did enjoy being reminded of just how incredibly badass your girlfriend is.

“You’re an excellent shot,” you say, instinctively, as soon as Caitlyn makes her way back to where you wait. The smile that crosses her face in response is enough to fill your stomach with butterflies. Soon enough she’s tugging a glove off, so that she might cup your cheek and pull you in for a quick kiss. When you part, she speaks softly, with clear pride in her tone.

“Tell me something I don’t know.” Without a beat you respond, grinning, every bit as genuine as was physically possible.

“Being with you makes me feel safer than I ever thought possible. Knowing that you have a hand in this city’s future… well, it gives me hope.” Suddenly you wish you had brought a camera, to capture the look of flustered surprise on your girlfriend’s face.

Vi:

“I’ve had worse,” Vi grumbles, holding back a wince as you clean her wounds. Normally she would say this sort of thing with her head held high, proud of her ability to endure, but right now she is nothing more than exhausted. Any attempts at reassuring you do the opposite, painfully reminding you of all that she has suffered. When she sees the way your lips are pulled tight, locked into a scowl, she cannot help but try again. “You should have seen me a few months ago. This? This is nothing.”

Your only response is to wrap her bandages a tad tighter, your touch lingering on her skin. At that, she leans in, her breath ghosting your cheek, just as the tightness of your chest makes the air ghost your lungs, and you finally bring yourself to meet her gaze. Where she is entirely concerned, your expression is anger laced with bitter resignation.

“C’mon, nothing I face out here is going to be anywhere near as bad as before. You know why? Because now I have you,” she murmurs, forcing herself to smile through the residual ache. In any other situation, you might have blushed, or otherwise enjoyed the sweetness of her tongue. At this moment, all you can offer is a roll of your eyes and a humorless chuckle.

“Prison really fucked you up, yeah?” Now it was Vi’s turn to chuckle, even though the movement makes her bruised ribs sting, and she has to pause twice to cough. Then she’s leaning in even more, gently resting her head in the crook of your neck. Finally, some of your tension begins to drain, replaced with overwhelming affection.

“Tell me something I don’t know,” Vi says, smiling all the while, every syllable tickling you. Slowly you wrap your arms around her, careful to avoid putting pressure on her injuries, relishing the feeling of her heartbeat beneath your fingertips. For a moment you mull over her question, knowing that there wasn’t much you had yet to confide in her about. But there was one thing that you had suppressed as best as you could, a fire left smoldering in your chest, waiting for a gust of wind and a stray spark to ignite the whole world.

“There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to keep you safe this time around- I would burn this city down, if I knew the ashes would offer no more misery.” When Vi replies, it is with another laugh, believing your words to be hyperbole. Maybe they were, maybe they weren’t. With her tucked away in your embrace like this, away from those who wished her harm, you knew you were safe from finding out the truth. For now.

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Can we get detective Aomine, who gets assigned a female partner but from the start they're always at each other's throats. During an undercover case, reader has to be super flirty and Aomine gets all jealous and mutual confessions ensues. Maybe some sexy times at the end? :') Sorry if this is too specific, feel free to come up with your own interpretation! I'm such a huge fan of your work Sam and I'm so excited that you're opening your askbox even just for a little while!

ngl idk what im doing here but this is the last request in my inbox so i wanted to finish it haha pls enjoy (not proofread so excuse mistakes) - also my first time writing smut in like years so forgive me!!

Sometimes, Aomine thinks that if he isn’t a law and order professional, he thinks he might actually commit murder and hide your body away in some undisclosed, obscure location. Most of the time, you feel the same way about him. 

The two work in different divisions—Aomine in homicide and you in robbery. The two divisions have always been highly competitive especially given how much overlap you both encounter. Things can get territorial, but their teams are used to your snide remarks and Aomine’s verbal assault. It’s just the way the world works. 

After all, the two of you were in the same graduating class. You, a valedictorian by books. Aomine, top of the class by combat. It’s natural that the two of you are so competitive with your conflicting personalities.

The two of you may have also fucked at some point. 

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“I’m not fucking working with her, are you kidding me?” Aomine spits out at his boss. Any other person would’ve been kicked out of the room or probably fired, but Aomine is the best detective in his division so Akashi would never do such a thing. For now. Aomine’s been wearing his patience thin. 

The red-haired man sighs, folding his hands together atop his desk. “Aomine, I understand you both have had your immaturity in the past. This, however, isn’t the time for such trivial matters. There’s a double homicide downtown during a robbery. She’s the lead for the case on the robbery end because they’ve been tracking a series of these.” Aomine opens his mouth to argue again. “No more buts. She’s already down there getting witness statements. Unless you want to be behind again, I suggest you get in your car and start driving.” 

He grits his teeth. Breathe. Don’t strangle your boss, he’ll probably kill you first. “I’ll take Wakamatsu.”

By the time he arrives on the scene, a crowd has gathered behind the police line, snapping pictures in the hopes of getting something Twitter worthy. He growls past all of them and ducks underneath the tape. “Where’s the officer that called it in?”

“Inside talking to the detective.”

“I’m the detective,” he snaps right back, knowing full well you’re already three steps ahead of him. And you definitely won’t let him forget that.

He marches past the thick front doors, Wakamatsu in tow. From a distance, he spots you talking to another officer. When he finally approaches you, he realizes that you’re in a skin tight dress covered by an oversized police jacket.

Your name slips past his lips. “Did we interrupt a hot date?” He smirks.

You whirl around, knowing full well the irritating voice that grates on your nerves. Aomine Daiki. “Unlike you, I have actual friends and actual plans on a Friday night. Did you decide to give your wrist a break for the night?” 

Aomine bites back, “Well, it’s not getting much rest either when I had my fingers knuckle deep in something tight and wet tonight.” Complete lie but he’s not about to lose this battle. “Not sure you know how that feels though.”

“If you’re talking about the pudding in your fridge, you might want to ease up on that. Doesn’t look like it’s doing you any favors,” you smile right back at him, knowing full well you’ve won this argument.

Aomine growls low under his breath, jabbing Wakamatsu hard with his elbow when he hears the snort escape him. “Brief me on the situation,” he tells the police officer.

“Well, uh, I already told this detective here—”

“I’m the other detective in charge for homicide. Now, you better fucking brief me before I tell your captain.”

The guy glances at you warily and you just laugh. “Told you he hasn’t gotten any in a long time. Come on, sugar, I’ll brief you on the way down to the vault.” You curl your finger in a gesture to get him to follow you and he sucks up his pride for the first time and do as he’s told. If he solves this case, he still gets the credit and you can go back to that sewer where you came from.

There are two bodies at the vault and forensics are already working to collect evidence when they arrive. “Your area of expertise, double homicide. Both are surprisingly the robbers. Four of them broke in, only two were seen exiting with money bags. No other casualties.”

“Fucking weird,” Aomine mutters. It’s not new for robberies to go wrong, but for two of them to die with no civilian casualty? That’s fucking weird.  

“Interesting, isn’t it?” You grin, seeming way too pleased considering there are two dead people in front them. “The ammo is the same as the previous bank robberies in the area. We’re going to assume they’re linked to the Red Dragon clan.”

“Fuck,” he groans, “I fucking hate those guys. Bitches to deal with. Hard to infiltrate.”

You flick your hair over your shoulder, grinning at him. He can’t help but draw his gaze to your neck, a very attractive neck. Now that he notices how tight that dress is, he can’t help but admit that it has been a while since he’s gotten any action. The curves of your breast defined so clearly by the fabric that stretches across the mounds, the flow of your hips, every dip and rise. Your exposed legs further emphasized by your heels. God fucking damn. He feels his pants tighten as he licks his teeth. Get it together, Aomine. 

Of course, the clothes do nothing to remove the memory of your nude body from his mind. He’s seen all parts of you some time ago. A drunken mistake that ended in a brief, but extremely satisfying night of passion. Your tight pussy wrapped around his cock, your nails digging into his biceps. He can still picture the sheen layer of sweat on your skin as he rams into you, your broken moans falling from your lips. 

“Well, lucky for you,” you start again, pulling him out of the hazy cloud of lust. “I already have someone on the inside. They’ve set up a meeting for me tomorrow night meet with the head’s son. I’ll try to get some information done.” 

“Lucky for you, I’m free tomorrow to be your backup. You’re welcome,” Aomine smiles, “Don’t fuck this up. I don’t feel like cleaning up after your ass.”

“I should say that about you, asshole.”

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Aomine is sat in a dingy van just across the street from the bar you’re having your meeting. You’ve hidden your mic in the perfect spot, a location which you do not disclose to Aomine. However, he has a feeling it’s somewhere promiscuous that he wants to be aware of. They can see the restaurant clearly, their brat hacker Sakurai having plugged into the restaurant’s security cameras. 

“Shut the fuck up, Aomine. I can hear you munching on your stupid sour cream and onion chips.” You mutter into your mic before the guy arrives. You sip your wine and take a deep breath. This isn’t the first time you’ve gone undercover but it is the first time to have Aomine behind you while you do so. 

The detective looks down at the can in his hands. Sour cream and onion. How did you know? He sets it aside, bringing the mic up to his lips. “Maybe you should do your job better and focus on your meeting instead of listening to me. Why are you so obsessed with me, hm?” 

However, a man’s voice on the other side of the headphones has him straightening. “Good evening, I didn’t expect to be meeting a lovely lady like you tonight,” the sleaze says and Aomine can just imagine him kissing your hand. “When Tanaka said I’d be meeting with the right hand of White Claw, I didn’t expect it to be a woman.”

“Well, we are moving up in life, Mr. Ito.”

“Your good looks are certainly quite persuasive. I’m sure there are ways you can convince me to strike a deal.”

Fucking. Sleaze.

“Oh,” you laugh lightly, “what a flatterer. You’re not so bad yourself. I can imagine people fall at their feet for you.”

“Well, I am quite knowledgeable in more ways than one. Perhaps I can show you tonight after dinner.”

The two banter back and forth, trading flirty comments that puts Aomine on edge. You’re supposed to be doing your job and he knows that. He knows this is all an act but you’re a damn good actress. 

“Aomine, where are you going?” Wakamatsu’s concerned voice carries through the speaker.

You freeze. This fucker better not screw this whole operation up. “Well,” you say, “this has been a lovely dinner. I’m sure we both can come to an agreement without doing anything reckless.” 

The double meaning, a sentence meant for the man across from you and the man listening to you rings clear. Aomine growls, sitting back down petulantly in his seat. He was about to rage in there and start a war, but holds himself back. Be professional, Aomine. Job first, dick needs later. 

“The same to you. It’s been a pleasure meeting you,” the man smiles. “Are you sure you won’t join me for the night?”

Aomine snarls low into his mic. Wakamatsu shoots him a weird look. You let out a little giggle and he knows it’s meant for him. “No, thank you, Mr. Ito. I’m afraid I have other commitments to tend to.” 

When he knows it’s safe, he storms into the restaurant where you still sit, sipping your drink. Sliding into the seat across from you, he rolls his eyes. “Enjoy yourself?” 

He didn’t see when you were set up with the mic earlier so he also hadn’t seen what you were wearing. He’s almost grateful because he knows he might’ve lost it if he did. Tight ass dress, deep neckline that shows ample cleavage (he’s always a sucker for this), sultry eyes, red lips. God, all his favorite things packaged into one. 

Your lips quirk up. “The breadsticks here are quite nice.”

“Fucking hilarious. Let’s go.”

“Why the hurry?”

“Unless you want Wakamatsu to hear me fuck you, you better dump that mic and get your ass up.”

You lean back, narrowing your eyes at him. “I’m not sure I like your tone.”

“Trust me, you don’t have to like my tone to enjoy what I’m going to do to you.”

Licking your lips, you consider your options as you bring the wine back to your lips. “Fine,” you mutter, unclipping the mic from the strap of your dress. Aomine moves faster though, snatching it from your hands and dumping it into the wine. Before you can protest, he already has a hand wrapped around yours, tugging you up from your seat and into the back room. 

You’re stumbling in his manic rush, heels barely keeping up with your movements. “Aomine!” You chide as he pushes all the way to the employee break room. The space is fortunately empty and Aomine locks it to make sure it stays that way. “Can you please stop?! You’re such a caveman, I—”

He’s quick to shut you up, swallowing your words with his lips as they slot over yours. He doesn’t waste time, shrugging off his leather jacket as he licks your bottom lip for permission. You gasp a complaint, but he takes advantage of the situation to stick his tongue in, pressing it up against yours. 

All your worries fall away into a moan as he separates from you only to gasp for breath and pull his t-shirt over his head. With nimble fingers, he’s unzipping the back of your dress and yanking it down, leaving your top half exposed. Shivering, you’re about to voice your disapproval but your brain seems to stop functioning the second your gaze lands on his tanned body.

Aomine’s always been attractive. No one can deny. There’s a reason why he’s simultaneously the precinct’s most eligible bachelorette and most insufferable jackass. His confidence matches his skills. His looks live up to his brags. Hard lines and shadows are painted on him like a masterpiece in a museum. His broad shoulders make him look even bigger with his height. His jeans that hang just low enough to be tantalizing with the hint of a v that leads to the space between his legs. 

Your mouth dries up at the sight and Aomine smirks knowingly. You’ve fallen into his bed before, he can make it happen again. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

“Fifth grade humor doesn’t become you, Aomine.” You scowl as he backs you up against the table in the middle of the room. He effortlessly grabs you by the ass to lift you up and onto the surface, the metal cool against your exposed thighs. 

“Did you dress up for me, doll? Knowing full well that this was going to happen,” he grins devilishly, bringing his hands up to shamelessly cup your breasts. 

It’s not as if you’re embarrassed for being so bare before him. You’re proud of your body and he damn well knows that. You let him fondle you through your bra for a little bit. “No, you animal. I dress for the job.”

“You tell me you wear this flimsy thing—” he teases the light coverage of your lingerie. The lace is sheer and barely covers your nipples, the material holding onto your breasts for dear life. “—for the job?”

“I do my job right, asshole,” you spat right back. “So are you just going to stand there or are you going to fuck me?”

A wide grin stretches across his face. The heat in his eyes carry to his hands as he works to unclasp your bra and let it fall to the ground. Aomine doesn’t waste time as you lean back on your palms, granting him full access to fondle and suckle on your tits. His tongue swirls around the sensitive nubs that have grown stiff in the contrast between the cold air and his warm breath. His teeth graze the sensitive skin hard enough to have you groaning in pleasure. His lips close in around them and suck. He uses his hand to tease and tug your other breast, pinching it to elicit that delicious whimper out of you. Aomine alternates between the two, making sure you stay warm. 

Meanwhile, you let your hand fall to the bulge between his legs. He lets out a small grunt at the initial touch but seems to respond favorably to the way you stroke the tent, nudging his hips forward for more friction. “Is that a gun in your pants or are you just excited to see me?”

“You’re so fucking ridiculous,” Aomine mutters, both humored and unamused by your comment. 

“Fuck,” you let slip as your fingers struggle to unbutton his jeans. “Your fucking pants. Don’t you live in sweats? You choose today of all days to wear your stupid tight jeans?”

Aomine chuckles, “Patience, baby. You know you like my ass in these.”

You do, but you’re not about to admit that. He quickly works off his pants, letting them drop to his ankles as he moves towards you again. While he continues to stimulate your tits, your hand begins groping his cock which is rock hard and peeking from the top of his boxers.

“God, I miss having this inside me,” you whine, pulling the flimsy fabric off and letting it pool on top of his jeans. “Condom?”

“You don’t want me raw? You know you want to feel all of my cock,” he grins. You throw him a glare and he just chuckles as he reaches for his wallet on the floor, pulling out a packet and tossing it onto the table. “But first,” he pauses, letting his hands slide down to cup your pussy, which is admittedly already drenched at that point. 

He hisses when he feels your juices drip and coat his fingers. “You’re so fucking wet, goddamn. How long have you been waiting for this?”

“When that robbery happened, I was about to get laid for the first time in months. So fucking sue me,” you snarl at him. 

“Well, I am here to please,” he wets his lips. He slips one finger in, sliding in all too easily. So he adds another finger and feels your walls pulse around him. He begins pulling it out before shoving it back in, repeating the measure to stroke your walls. He curls his fingers inside as he watches your face closely.

Your expression morphs from irritation to blinding pleasure in an instant. Your eyes slide shut, your lips part to exhale shaky breaths. Aomine seems to know exactly how to angle and twist his fingers to induce a heart attack. The sounds falling from your mouth are ephemeral, Aomine wishes he can film this moment so he can replay it over and over again. 

He pumps his fingers into you and ducks his head to take your nipple into his mouth again, tongue circling the tip. “God, you taste so fucking good. I forgot how wet you can get. Don’t even need lube to slide into you, huh? You’re already dripping for me.” 

“Asshole,” you murmur weakly, clearly in no place to retort. 

“Remember the first time I fucked you? God, you were so easy,” he grins, “you were so wet, so turned on already. Remember when I stuck my tongue in your pussy? Licking up your juices. You tasted so sweet.” 

Your breath stutters in your chest, hitching in your throat. “Fuck you, let’s not forget how quickly you came when I sucked you off.”

“I mean, the sight of you on your knees is enough to get anyone off, sweetheart.” 

“Fuck me,” you groan. Any rational thought has fizzled from your brain. The feeling of his fingers inside you is enough to consume you whole, overwhelming you in waves of rapture. 

“What was that?”

“Dickwad.”

He chuckles darkly, licking his lips again. “Beg me.”

“I’m not going to—”

Aomine yanks his fingers out, looking down at you, taunting you. He waits as you internally struggle with your moral convictions. Are you willing to give up your pride for one night just to get fucked out of your mind?

Easy.

Yes.

“Please,” you huff, “please fuck me.” 

“Please fuck me who?”

Your eyes find the ceiling, wondering what in the hell you did in your lifetime to have met the devil that is Aomine. Biting your lip, you lean closer to whisper, “Please fuck me, Da-i-ki.” 

The man is a sucker for you calling him by his first name. And to get what you want, you’re willing to play into his hands. Aomine lets out a low growl before ripping open the condom packet and rolling the thin rubber along his length. Your pussy squeezes at the sight. Just imagining what it’s like to have that thickness inside of you, fucking you full, has you on edge. 

He doesn’t waste a single second, pulling you forward and slowly positioning himself in front of you. He holds onto his cock, letting the tip trace your pussy lips, circling it and letting your juices drip onto his cock. Stroking the wetness along his dick, he uses it as a lubricant before he slides himself inside you.

When he’s buried to the hilt, Aomine leans forward and lets his forehead rest on your shoulder. Your pussy is so fucking tight. It’s squeezing and throbbing around him with the engulfing heat. He feels as if he’s going to explode right then. 

“Fuck, you really haven’t been screwed in a while,” Aomine rasps. 

“Told you.”

Aomine starts off slow, pulling out and pushing back in. With how thin the condom is, he can feel every ridge, every bump in your heat rub up against his cock. The sensations is enough to have his thighs quivering, but he’s not one to back down. He begins to pick up the pace, thrusting deep inside of you repeatedly. HIs mouth latches onto your neck, tongue lapping and teeth nipping to paint purple blooms upon your skin. 

His movements are building a bubbling pressure in the pit of your stomach. You feel your heart tightening with every move, your insides squeezing. The absolute pleasure that crashes over you has you breathless, your hands finding purchase on his arms. 

He mutters filthy words in your ear, one of his hands reaching up to tangle in your hair. He yanks back lightly, just enough to have you moaning. You like it rough, he’s well aware of that. He pounds into you relentlessly, hands keeping you in place as whimpers tumble from your mouth. 

“Fuck, right there, oh god,” you gasp, “fuck me harder. God, your dick feels so good. Filling me up so full with your thick cock.” 

“Keep talking like that and I’ll be tempted to come in you, baby,” Aomine grazes his teeth along your ear, hot breath kissing your skin. “God, I want to just fucking cream inside you.” 

“Better watch yourself, Daiki.”

Aomine grins lasciviously, sweat beginning to bead his forehead as he attempts to keep himself in check. He feels you tighten your pussy, walls closing in around him. “Bitch,” he growls. You know what you’re doing but he’s not about to let you gain dominance of the situation.

So his hands dig deeper into your hips as he fucks you harder and deeper, his cock pulsating inside of you on the brink of his self-control. “I’m about to come,” he says with eyes squeezed shut. If he sees your tits bouncing as he fucks you again, he might actually combust in that second. 

“Me too,” you panted, fingers scraping down his arms. 

With a few more pumps, Aomine spills into the rubber with a grunt. He feels you convulse around him, your entire body trembling in the aftermath of your orgasm. He can feel his come continue to leak from his cock. God, he hasn’t come this hard in a fucking long time. 

His heart is thundering in his chest from the impact of his climax. He slumped forward, leaning against you for support—also partially to feel your tits press up against his chest. “Fuck,” he huffs.

“That was good,” you admit to yourself, still breathing heavily as you begin fixing your hair. “We should do that again sometime.”

Aomine just laughs, huffing against your skin. “You’re the fucking she-devil.”

“Says the guy who’s fucking me in the back room in the middle of an undercover operation.”

“Dick first, job second.”

–

Wakamatsu looks at him when he walks into the precinct that morning. “You do realize the captain is going to kill you for fucking up that expensive mic, right?”

Fuck.

[starrrbitz-movedtonewblog]

Fan Slimes In Ya Face!!

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Puppy Slime

Diet: Meat

Favourite: Lucky Hen

Slimeology: Puppies have many similarities to their domesticated cousins on Earth, including their boundless energy and waggy tails. They truly are a rancher's best friend!

Rancher Risks: There are no serious risks that a rancher will face, other than them randomly chasing Tabby Slimes around playfully, which can ensue a bit chaos.

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Bunny Slime

Diet: Veggie

Favourite: Squared Carrot

Slimeology: Shy little puffballs with incredible speed, scientists describe this slime as the grazers of the Slime world. Soft and sweet, they send many slime enthusiasts into fits of "aaww"s.

Rancher Risks: Bunny Slimes need to be kept in corrals with high walls/air nets to keep them from escaping. Plort Collectors are a must, as Bunnies produce more Plorts than any other slime, due to their "multiplying" nature.

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Grizzly Slime

Diet: Fruit

Favourite: Wilden Berries

Slimeology: The softest wild slime you'll ever come across. Trotting through the thickets of woods on the Far, Far Range, and looking for many sunny areas to relax and have naps.

Rancher Risks: If not well fed, Grizzly Slimes can become agitated and even turn feral if left long enough, so it's best keep auto feeders stocked well.

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Cloud Slime

Diet: Veggie

Favourite: Spring Beans

Slimeology: Slime scientists are truly fascinated by this wonder of nature. Cloud Slimes represent a side of nature that is capable of mesmerising others or causing havoc with their many moods in weather patterns.

Rancher Risks: Clouds can be unpredictable, as they can weather shift into terrible lightning storms if that can cause send other Slimes into a panic. They can also be easily blown away by strong winds, so keep an eye on them!

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Koi Slime

Diet: Fruit

Favourite: Ocean Peach

Slimeology: The beautiful coral blobs of the ponds, Koi Slimes are part of a tranquil and serene side of the Far, Far Range that remind us that it's okay to slow down and meditate a bit.

Rancher Risks: Koi Slimes are one of the easier slimes to care for, as the only precaution that needs to be taken is that they need to be kept in a pond at all times.

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Ninetails Slime

Diet: Meat

Favourite: Zen Hen

Slimeology: A true mystery in the slime world that glides through the Marsh, playfully running through bushes and tackling passing slimes and ranchers, Ninetails Slimes are full of, mischief and wonder, and supernatural powers.

Rancher Risks: Ninetails Slimes are incredibly mischievous and sneaky, so if not given enough care, their curious nature kicks in, and they will try to escape the corral and explore the ranch.

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Ice-Cream Slime

Diet: Candy

Favourite: Banana Boomerang Candy

Slimeology: One of the strangest and sweetest experiments of slime science that can truly exist, Ice-Cream Slimes are a result of slime science in mutation with sugars and sea slime, and living in the frosty tundra if the Saccharine Valleys.

Rancher Risks: Ice-Cream Slimes are incredibly delicate, especially to light and heat, so they need to be kept in a dark area with a deep freezer to stop them from melting.

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Popcorn Slime

Diet: Candy

Favourite: Salted Caramel Truffles

Slimeology: Buttery, warm and bouncy! These little kernel buddies love hopping around and bringing cheer. They are a result of slime science mutation, combining sea slime, butter and giant corn, giving them their savoury scent.

Rancher Risks: Because of their delicious buttery fragrance, Popcorn Slimes create some of the most delicious Plorts to slimes. And you know that more Plorts, means more Largos, and eventually, anyway, they jump a lot, get an air net.

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Cookie Dough Slime

Diet: Candy

Favourite: Chocolate Shimmer Star

Slimeology: If any slime knows anything about sleep and comfort, it's the Cookie Dough Slime. Through mutations of sea slime, chocolate and cookie batter, they are always able to help a rancher after a not so great day.

Rancher Risks: One of the easier slimes to care for, as they always fall asleep, sometimes in ridiculous places. Because of this, they can't realise when Tarrs are causing a ruckus.

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Phantom Slime

Diet: Veggie

Favourite: Wisp Corn

Slimeology: Spooky scary phantom slimes! You'll feel chills when you come across this lost little spirit. Some say Phantom Slimes are the results of slimes that didn't make through the slime sea, but they remain a mystery to this day.

Rancher Risks: Phantoms are capable of phasing through corrals, so an ectoplasm shield is a necessity. They can also "haunt" certain objects around them, including toys and even produce.

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Vampire Slime

Diet: Fruit

Favourite: Clotty Nectarine

Slimeology: Angry little blobs with fangs, Vampire Slimes live in constant darkness, only coming out at night to get drinks or attack ranchers in their feral nature. Despite their rowdy behaviour, they can be some of the funniest companions ever.

Rancher Risks: Vampire Slimes can be extremely dangerous for ranchers, especially when feral, as they'll attack anything that moves, and if they are exposed to sunlight, so it's best to keep them happy, and in a dark area.

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Zombie Slime

Diet: Meat

Favourite: Ghost Hen

Slimeology: Zombies seem to one of the most disturbing and interesting slimes on the Far, Far Range. In addition to being a mutation from the abandoned slime centre, they seem to be half-Tarrs, hiding away from the world.

Rancher Risks: Zombie Slimes are probably the most risky and challenging slimes to care for. They are unable to mix with other slimes, require loads of food, and if not fed for a long time, they can become full blown Tarrs. So you might wanna stock up on chickens.

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These were a long time coming, so I hope you guys enjoy these, cause damn, fan slimes are super fun to make! 💕

I will post the sheet with all their fave foods soon! I just need to write down more notes.

(You guys have NO idea how long this took. The drawings? Those were fine! The slimepedia?? SO LONG-)

I'm gonna go sleep now cause that took forever. .. :)

[erindrifter]

Kudos and comments

So, I've been talking a little bit about how I would really like y'all to comment on things I post. Whether it's art or a story, almost nobody actually comments or likes/leaves kudos.

Now, I'm not here to say that it isn't for a narcissistic reason. It totally is. It's great to have people look at what you do and say "hey, that's pretty good".

I can create art for myself, but in case you haven't noticed, I hate my art. I can sit here and point out every flaw, no matter how small. I will read my stories again and think "wow, what the hell?"

It's you guys who make me want to create. I create something, I put it out here on the internet, and maybe three of you will say something like "hey, that's great!!" And those comments literally make my entire day. I can coast off of the good feeling of a single "good job" for hours on end. I was on cloud nine during the ML fluff month a few years ago, when I got people reblogging my stuff several times a day. Had a goofy grin most of the time.

But recently, I would post something, some folks would look, and not bother doing anything beyond that. Yes, I know that you can only leave one like. That's why I always ask for comments.

The main reason I haven't been very good at updating my stories recently is because I haven't been able to justify the time it takes to sit down and write it, edit it, and post it. I'll do that, reblog a post once or twice, and I will MAYBE get a comment on the chapter if I'm lucky. Hell, I'm wondering if I should just finish up what I have open and stop posting my writing on AO3.

I haven't done any art recently because I don't want to draw something, post it, and then have it sit there with three likes because most people scrolled past it. I put in hours of work on a picture, and nobody gives a damn.

This probably seems petty, but honestly, at this point, I'm considering just no longer posting anything I create here. It's extremely demoralizing when it seems that nobody cares about what I create. I DEPEND on you for my motivation. I hate my creations, and depend on you all to help me get better.

So please for the love of God, leave some comments.

[dracocheesecake]

BADA BING BADA BOOM WRITING A SICK FIC FOR BLARE:

Summary: While interning in the Sand Kingdom as a part of a project opened by Queen Thorn, Blighthealer ends up getting stabbed by one of his sandwing patients. Humiliated and in pain, he is sent back home to Cliffside, but soon discovers that healing isn't a process one can take on alone.

Exclusive Sneak Peek Below! Read At Your Own Risk!

The desert was searing hot today- it always was, so Blighthealer didn't know what he expected. Why was he here, anyway? What was he thinking, when he volunteered to intern in the Sand Kingdom? 

"That you would get extra credit," he answered himself, bitter and full of self-loathing, "and that it would be a good opportunity to show off what an assiduous top-grade student you are. That's it, isn't it? You just had to compensate for your own lack of ego by imagining you were impressing someone else- you weren't, by the way." 

"Yeah, I know," he grumbled under his breath, "typical, stupid Blighthealer, the ever-diligent teacher's pet. Always making great choices, me." 

And now he was talking to himself. Was this the onset of some sort of heat-induced delirium? He ran through the symptoms in his head: no, it couldn't be. There was no confusion or seizure, and his speech was just fine. No headaches, nausea, illusions, rapid heartbeat, shallow breathing- nothing that would denote the desert madness coming on. 

"I'm just lucky I'm not an icewing. Glare would absolutely melt in this heat." 

Glare. Blighthealer's heart thumped twice with a sudden, deep longing. He turned and smiled at the little framed drawing on the table beside him, reaching out a claw to trace a heart shape over the image. He really must have been insane, to leave him behind. 

"I'll be home soon," he thought, "it's only two months. Then I'll see you again."

A tent flap to the left of him opened, and Blighthealer leaped to attend to a pile of notes on various medical plants, praying that his soliloquy had not been heard- damn the lack of privacy! It was only yet another unpleasant thing he would have to adjust to over the course of his stay. He looked up, pretending to only have now noticed the intruder. 

The sandwing shook her wings, scattering pale grains everywhere. Her smile was bright, a sharp contrast to Blighthealer's gloomy disposition. 

"Blight!" She said, "Still holed up in here? We have a little free time before any patients come in, why not stretch your wings a bit? It's glorious out there!" 

Blighthealer snorted. "To you, I bet. It's perfectly miserable to me." 

Sand nudged him with a wing. "Aw, come on. You're always saying things like that regardless of where you are!...Though, I guess other tribes do prefer cooler climates." 

She shrugged and shook herself again. Blighthealer scowled and reached to brush some of the sand off jars of salve. 

"Stars and constellations, did you roll around in a dune? You're getting sand everywhere!" 

"That's right," she said wryly, "I'm everywhere!" 

She spread her wings in what was perhaps supposed to be an imposing gesture, but it was utterly ruined by the goofy, poor imitation of an evil expression. Finally it cracked, and she burst out laughing at her own lame joke. It was a contagious sort of joy; Blighthealer couldn't help but laugh along with her. Her shaking made another cloud of sand settle upon his table, and he immediately reached over to brush it off of his framed drawing of Glare. 

A mistake. Sand's sharp eyes caught the movement, and as soon as the grin spread across her face, he knew he was in trouble. 

"Oh," she said, "that's what you've been doing in here. I'm sorry. I didn't interrupt your yearning for your boyfriend, did I?" 

She laughed again, and before he could stop her, she took up the drawing and held it to her chest with one talon, the other draped across her forehead in a dramatic pose. 

"Glare my love!" She cried woefully, "However will I survive without you by my side? With water and food my body may yet live, but without you my soul will wither! Oh, the agony!" 

Blighthealer tried to snatch back the drawing, grinding his teeth together, more in embarrassment and fear that someone might overhear than true rage- he hated how accurate her performance had been to his true inner musings. He reached for it, but each and every time his claws almost snagged a corner of the frame, Sand would deftly leap away, grinning wider. 

"I don't sound anything like that!" Blight hissed, "Keep it down! Give that back! A-and I wasn't yearning, I was just missing-HEY!" 

Sand stopped suddenly, causing Blighthealer to overstep and bump right into her chest. Her larger stature provided her more than enough support so she didn't even budge. She was eerily still for a moment, head tilted to the side; Sand was rarely ever that still. Blighthealer paused as well, heart pounding, anxiety rushing to fill in the gap between guesses and reality: what happened? 

"We have a patient," was all she said, voice suddenly sober. She reached over to put his drawing back down on the table, perfectly positioned as if it had never been touched, then swept out of the tent. 

Blighthealer could hear it now: shouting, scrambling, the sounds of something heavy being dragged, and underneath it all, a low groaning. He sighed and scooped up a fresh roll of bandages just in case, only pausing at the exit to give the drawing one last glance. 

"Only two more months of this," he promised silently, "then I will return to you." 

He had no way of knowing then, but he was about to fulfill his promise much sooner than that.