#also sorry for the break in art for a month

[kawhh]

Hi can we talk for a sec okay let’s talk

this is a pretty tame thought compared to everything else you write so sorry in advance

vampire!jack. Right.

he’s in a silly mood. he wanted O+ blood specifically and the bank sent O- and now he’s pissed. throwing the glass of blood at the wall and crossing his arms.

enter you, his delightful, mortal girlfriend who’s about 400 years younger than him, who also hates when jack doesn’t get what he wants.

solution? you introduce him to other ways he can quench his thirst. he’s been around for a while and eating pussy is an ancient art but god you were something else.

you trust him not to bite you because that was the first establishment in your relationship but in the process he sinks his teeth in your inner thigh.

claiming you.

etc etc etc

My love, it never matters how tame it is. I'm not even against trying to dabble more with fluff.

"He's in a silly mood" = he's throwing glasses. I'm cracking up.

Warnings: I can't be trusted to be normal about the AU. You find him slightly scary but apparently not enough to be reluctant about offering yourself up on a platter. He's well behaved until he's not. Restraining you physically, keeping secrets. Not proof-read.

He'd be such a pissy little brat about the blood. He'd find reasons to complain about everything about it. The wrong blood type, the wrong temperature. He heated it up too much, or not enough. Or how it just apparently tastes different sometimes.

He was frustrating and honestly a little scary when he was angry. He'd often sit there in silence, pouting, watching you with this absolutely feral look in his eyes, fully making you feel like prey.

Outside of his anger, he was pretty good about it. You could almost believe he wasn't a vampire. His self control was excellent, he never looked at you with hunger in his eyes. He never used his vampire strength against you, always managing to keep every touch light.

He'd promised to never bite you, to never scare you. You hadn't established many rules for your relationship, wanting to somewhat treat it like an everyday, normal partnership, but there were a few base rules.

The promise to never bite you, the promise to never scare you on purpose. The promise to never lash out in anger towards you and no attempts at hypnotizing you.

They've been set for months and he's never even come close to breaking them. He'd rather die again than hurt a hair on your head. He's careful with every action, not wanting to accidentally break one of them either.

He's barely even sexually touched you. He's not fully sure that he can keep himself in control, doesn't know how much you would tempt him, how he'd resist the urge to speed up just slightly past humanly possible while buried inside you.

You'd never tried to encourage it either, until now. Until you can't shift the pout from his face, watching him get hungrier and hungrier. He can't even control his fangs now, they're peeking out of his mouth, he's running his tongue along them like he's trying to soothe himself.

You know it'll be hours before there's even a chance of him getting replacement blood. They try and deliver everything fast, but there's a limit. Especially if they know they're dealing with hungry vampires. It's often even written into their contract - things can go horribly wrong when they get out of control.

It's not like he could sneak some away from a hospital either. If he wasn't hungry and was more himself, maybe. But when he's struggling for control and hungry? It'd be like an all you can eat buffet.

He's watching you like a hawk as you get closer, you can see the protests forming on his lips. His eyes narrowing, darkening by the second. Widening again slightly as you keep moving towards him, pushing your weight against his shoulders to make him fall more into the couch.

He's confused and he's nervous. You're so close to him, closer than you should be when he's this hungry. He doesn't know what to do with himself when you straddle him. He's scared to open his mouth, to scare you. He's scared to touch you, he doesn't trust himself to control his strength.

The further you scoot up him, the harder he's inhaling. He can smell you. His hands hovering an inch away from your skin. He can almost taste you. You're turned on. He can smell the scent of your arousal almost masking the scent of your blood. It's intoxicating, but also confusing.

Venom's filling his mouth, his fangs working on overdrive, but he's cautious. You've never done anything together. Why are you suddenly... there's no mistaking your intentions. He's cautious but not stupid. You're so aroused, your underwear is almost transparent. He can see the outline of your cunt through them, your arousal slowly leaking out the sides, trailing down your thighs.

He can't resist your advances any more. He can't do much to stop you and you're clearly on a mission. He can taste you in the air, you're helping dampen his hunger. He's yanking you forward the extra few inches, smothering his face against your cunt.

You're soaking his lips as he nuzzles into you, not needing to breathe. Sliding his tongue up your inner thigh, dragging it along the fucking delicious skin between your thigh and pussy. Lapping at you like a cat. He's fucked. Truly fucked. You taste like heaven. You're so wet.

Why the fuck hasn't he done anything with you before? He can clearly... stay in control, right?

He's fine so far. He feels fantastic even. Sure, his brain feels like he's been shocked when he finally lets his mouth drift further to the side, dragging your underwear to the side with his nose, resting his mouth over your soaking wet hole, breathing in deeply. But he's fine. Totally in control.

His fangs ache against you, he's trying so hard to not knick you with them, he can feel them resting against you, almost lining your cunt.

He needs more to fully control himself, the ache still present. The hunger still claws at him. He's hesitantly sliding his tongue inside you, needing more from the source. He can feel his fangs inside of you now, sliding further in with his ever increasing need to be buried inside you. He can't get close enough, can't get enough.

He's fucked the minute he accidentally gets a little too rough, knicking you slightly with one of them, the sudden drop of your blood in his mouth making him panic, but he can't pull back. He's too addicted to your taste. He's in too deep.

Lapping at the little wound, whispering broken apologies that you can't hear into you. Fuck, you taste so good. The mix of your arousal, the taste of your cunt mixed with your blood? He could scream.

He's gripping you tighter. He's breaking almost every rule in the book, but you're just so delicious and he's just so hungry.

You taste so much better than the blood he has delivered. He doesn't know how he'll go back. He can only think about getting more from the source. The wound's already healing from his saliva and venom.

His grip on you pins you down in place, even as you squirm. You're probably complaining about him and the damn rules. He can't bring himself to care, feeling too far gone.

He knows the risks. Knows that biting you with his current intentions and feelings towards you could cause major problems, problems that he should be discussing with you. It's your fault. You're the one who offered your cunt up on a platter.

Gasping for air he doesn't need as he pulls back, his target set. He's striking before you can blink, his fangs digging deep into your inner thigh, his bite sending shocks of pain through you. You're whining, tugging at his hair, trying so hard to get him out of you.

His pulls of your blood are slow, he's dragging it out. His new favourite meal, he doesn't want to rush it. He knows he's being harsh, but you need to understand how badly he needs you.

He's almost edging your skin, lifting up slightly to make a mess, the blood dripping down your thigh before he's licking it up.

He won't explain the bond he's forming. He can't lose this. You can't be aware of the danger. He'll have a hard enough time getting blood from you again after this, you'll be like a startled cat.

[kissthesunandmoon]

~To win her hand~

(Yautja x reader)

Part 2 is available on my account now! WARNING: it contains smut

(This is based in the ancient civilisation in shown in the AVP movie, the reader is an emperors daughter and when he decides it is time for her to be wed, she wants to find a worthy husband) (art is not mine I found it on Pinterest so I’m sorry for not crediting but I couldn’t find the creator!)

Your father had been nagging at you for months now, bringing you suitor after suitor, all of which were of course men that he deemed “worthy”. But you? You saw them all as pathetic boys, all driven to you by either the power your father held, or their lust for you. It was no secret that your family held vast power, not just within your own land, the beings who brought unfathomable wisdom from the sky had made your empire one to envy. From your architect, to your technology, there was no other nation who could come close to your own. It was also no secret that you were a great beauty, your people had said you were a gift bestowed from the heavens, that you must have been the daughter of the sun and moon. Intelligent, wise, kind, beautiful and obviously filthy rich, you were a prize in the eyes of many. And yet, there was not a single suitor who could woo you, not with their extravagant gifts nor their laughable attempts to charm. You wished for more, though you weren’t sure what, could never quite articulate it into words.

Finally one day your father, at his breaking point and running out of suitors, had asked you what he needed to do to find you someone worthy of your hand. You had pondered for a full day when finally, sat on the balcony in your room within the palace, your eyes wandered to the pyramids, another gift from the beings in the sky. Well, it wasn’t necessarily a gift for your people, it was something they had built for themselves as a hunting ground when their kind had reached a certain age from what you had gathered. They used this hunting ground, as well as your people in the process, to prove themselves worthy, you weren’t sure of what, titles perhaps? Honour? That’s when it had hit you, whatever it was they were hoping to achieve, it wasn’t just handed to them, they had to fight for it, to earn it. You couldn’t hide the mischievous grin from your face as you had rushed from your chambers to your father, telling him that you knew how you wanted to find your suitor. His eyes had lit up, until of course you told him that you wanted a challenge for them, a challenge to kill the great serpent as the creatures you worshipped did. He was reluctant at first, but you gave your word that you would wed the victor, you even raised the stakes telling him that you would allow anyone to fight for your hand. Be it man, woman, old, young, nobility or peasant. Whoever brought you the head of one of those beasts would win your hand. He had asked you why, and if you were honest with him and yourself you weren’t even sure why you had thought of it. Was it that you thought it would be an impossible fruitless task? Was it that you wanted someone who would risk their life to be with you? Did you want someone of unmatched power and strength? Honour? You rattled your mind but came to no conclusion, simply telling him that it’s what you wanted, so, he agreed. Not that it was that simple of course, first he had to ask permission from the leader of these beings who had built the pyramids in the first place.

He sent out a servant the very next day to the ship the creatures stayed in while on your planet, asking for a humble audience, which was accepted. You could see your father was nervous, of course he had met with these godlike beings many times, but that was when they had demanded something from him, up the number of sacrifices, give them more land for their ships and other similar requests, never had anyone dared ask them for such a bold favour. When he finally arrived for said audience he too looked taken aback that your father had summoned him, this leader had watched over your fathers reign, just as he had for his father and his father before that. Their long lifespans, perhaps even immortality you thought, as well as all their other impressive attributes were part of the reason that your people had assumed that surely they must have been gods. And yet they had never encountered this, even with their unique faces you could see they were taken aback, sharing glances between them as their leader listened intently through the translation device as your father explained the extent of the “challenge” you had set. However this look turned to one of somewhat amusement, maybe even a hint of admiration and faster than you had anticipated, he had agreed. Under one condition. He had brought to attention that you said anyone could participate in what he called the courting ceremony, and his condition was that any of his own kind could participate if they so wished. The blood had drained from your fathers face and he turned to you, expecting you to decline the offer and drop the proposition entirely, but to his surprise you didn’t, instead you simply said “very well” and that was that. You hadn’t even hesitated and you found even you were surprised, but you couldn’t ignore the curiosity you had with these beings. They had been around long before your time, and they had never made their presence unnoticed, strutting your streets as your people bowed and presented gifts to them. Although they were alien you had become completely used to them, almost desensitised to the point where their unique appearance didn’t even register in your mind, or those around you. In fact, there were many humans who seemingly held a sort of desire for these alluring creatures, Yautja they were formally called. So even though you told yourself you accepted the terms out of necessity, there was something in your heart telling you otherwise.

After about a month on preparing, both on your part and the Yautjas, the “courting ceremony” as they called it was finally ready, and you could not believe the number of suitors who had shown up to take part, if anything you had hoped that with the risk of literal death being so high, that many people would simply decide that you weren’t worth it, apparently this was not the case. In fact, apparently you were VERY worth it, as over 50 individuals willing to fight to the death for your hand, some humans, some Yautjas. You eventually had to change your demand from whoever brought you the head of one of these creatures, to either whoever brought you one first, or whoever brought you the most as it seemed highly unlikely that you would only have one victor. All of the pyramids were having to be used due to the high demand for, well, you and you had felt incredibly guilty as even more people have volunteered to be sacrificed for this cause. Of course in your culture however this was completely normal, in fact it was seen as a high honour usually taken up by those who were either dying themselves, or had lost someone they loved and wished to join them in the afterlife.

So here you were, sitting atop the main pyramid with your father, looking down at the crowds of those who came to watch, and those who came to play. You eyed up all your potential suitors, until your gaze fell upon someone in particular. A yautja. He stood out from the rest as he looked ever so slightly different, he was just a bit taller than the rest, and whereas a lot of them were coloured with browns and greens, he was darker, almost an ashy shade. You had heard that much like humans, the appearance of these beings depended on their environment, the ones who were green and brown most likely came from the parts of their planet that were adorned with jungles and greenery, this one was perhaps from an area with volcanos or something similar? On top of that, his face was just a little smaller, his mandibles a little less pronounced, and those eyes…you had never seen such piercing eyes, you had to admit it. He was rather handsome. You had wondered so intensely getting lost in your thoughts, that you didn’t realise you were staring, and so was he, right back at you. You felt your cheeks warm as you averted your gaze “Are you even listening to me?” Your father’s words broke your trance completely as you turned to face him “Sorry what did you say?” He shook his head at you slightly, amused by your apparent day dreaming. “Now don’t tell me you’re getting cold feet, you know the strings I pulled to do this for you” he quipped raising his eyebrows at you “No no I’m not, I’m just…is it bad I feel a little guilty? I truly didn’t expect this many people to show up to this, so many people are going to die all for the sake of marrying me…” you trailed off, the weight of your words hitting you where it hurt, a lot of people were genuinely about to die for you. Your fathers eyes softened as he looked at you, he knew you hadn’t intended for this, you thought maybe 5 people at most would chance their luck with the great serpent in order to win you over, neither of you had anticipated such a turn out. “Hey, I know this is a lot and that you feel for all of these people, but they made this choice, they know what they’re in for and you have given them ample opportunity to back out, besides how many other nations fight to the death for honour, glory or of course a woman”. You knew he was speaking the truth, but still, you couldn’t help how you felt. You opened your mouth to speak again, but before you could the rhythmic drumming that had been pounding in your eyes a moment ago ceased, the hunt was about to begin. You watched as the doors to all the pyramids opened, the various champions immediately rushing their way inside. Now all you could do was wait.

There were many other Yautjas standing around the pyramids, ready to intervene in case anything went wrong, their leader had now also joined you on the top of the pyramid. Before you could settle down your nerves, you heard the advanced technology on his wrist “speak” on his behalf, translating his own language into yours “I had never imagined that a human girl would wish to use our traditions to find a mate, I must admit, I admire you a little for it” he titled his head slightly along with the words, then you were taken aback as he spoke to you, a little broken, but in your language “You want…strong mate?” He watched for your reaction as he held up his arm waiting for you to speak so he could read the translation. You sighed slightly “Honestly, I’m not sure what even compelled me to come up with such an idea, it isn’t very traditional I admit. Is this how your kind chooses its…’mates’?” It felt strange having a conversation with him, although their presence was always around you, you had never really spoken to them much. He analysed your response before once again his device piped up “Very similar, if we are to court a female we will bring them the skull of a dangerous beast, proving we can protect and provide as a worthy mate should” you just nodded at that, without even meaning to you had mimicked a tradition of theirs by asking for the head of those terrifying serpents. Before you could even muster up a response, once again the drumming sounded, the three of you turned to face all the pyramids. There was absolutely no way someone had completed their hunt already, it had only been half an hour at most? However your searching eyes soon found him leaving the very pyramid you were standing on, all be damned, it was the same Yautja you had locked eyes with earlier. The crowds erupted as he made his way out, holding not one, nor two, but three heads of those creatures. He must have taken the go big or go home thing literally, without a word yourself, your father and his leader made your way down the pyramid ready to meet your champion. You should have known a human would never have won, most of them had probably not even made it half way through the pyramids before being hunted down themselves. The ‘guards’ who had been standing around then made their own way into the hunting grounds, to finish off the rest of the creatures and bring the other participants out, whether that be alive or dead.

When you reached the bottom, you walked over to him nerves running wild through your entire body. His leader approached him first, bringing a fist to his own chest as what looked like a sign of congratulations of some sort. Your father shot a nervous glance your way, as if unsure of how he felt. I mean he respected and worshiped these things like everyone else, but having you wed to one of them was never something that he had imagined, but you gave him a reassuring look as you finally made your own way to him. He immediately kneeled before putting the three heads at your feet, you had to admit, you were impressed. You motioned for him to stand while your people and his cheered, this had turned out to be quite the popular event and you found no looks of disapproval in the crowd, not that you would have cared anyway. “Well, I must say I am very impressed, both with your timing and your efficiency” you said focusing on keeping your voice from shaking as you spoke, he let out what sounded like a purr bowing his head slightly. “Can I know the name of my champion?” He looked at his own translation device, but like the leader he spoke to you in your language, “Ka’Toah”. Fuck, even his name was attractive. You gave him yours and he repeated it in a slight growl.

After the hunt there was a sort of celebration within your home, people drank, ate and danced well into the night apparently not caring about the untraditional union, if anything it made sense, you were the daughter of the emperor after all. One that your people swore came from the heavens, it made sense that you be with what was seen as a ‘god’. You spent the night getting to know your new husband…mate? Whatever he was, and you couldn’t believe how well the two of you seemed to click, as if it were always meant to be. The language barrier was never an issue, you never felt tense or awkward, you felt comfortable and safe with him, and he seemed to enjoy your company very very much too. “Well Ka’Toah,would you care to accompany me back to my room…away from these prying eyes?” You whispered the last part eyeing up the people surrounding you, he gave you a nod and picked up the heads, purring again as you made your way to your room. As you walked you still tried to wrap your head around all of this, I mean it was insane right? You were now going to share your life with a being not even from your own planet, and what was even more insane was the fact that you didn’t even mind. You were now, although without an official ceremony, married to him, and as you made your way up the many stairs that’s when it hit you. That meant that tonight was technically your wedding night.

Part two??

I really hope you liked this! This is my first time writing any type of fanfic so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but I am open to constructive criticism to make part two better if you would like one! Also with it being their wedding night, let me know if yall would like some smut in part two ;) also this is the very picture that inspired this fic because WHY IS HE SO FINE

[garyfiddlesticksdammit]

used medibang for this one cause it seemed fun

[three-fold-symmetry]

He may need a cold shower. Because of the heat

[wigglebox]

Destiel Pride - Day 5; Cursed or not

[kugisakiss]

Au where Conan is a weed dealer. Cue him sitting inside Kogoro's office and laughing calmly with bloodshot, red eyes while smoking.

taking down the B.O. the "normal" way is taking too long. Conan and Haibara are going to build a criminal empire so large it will chase them out of business and they're going to start it by selling meth without getting caught because who would even suspect them?

[chaosduckies]

When you had a bad day and want to ask your boyfriend for cuddles

[quirkle2]

his stupid giddy smiles compel me

[captn3]

fairly odd parents still infecting my brain have a redraw

og screenshot ^ im already working on stuff with backgrounds i dont need to make even more

[plutonex]

rain world art month, day 1: rivulet

[neixins]

ngl i’m very curious to see the dragons’ reactions to losing their powers (both the guilt of realizing that yona’s trapped bc she wanted to save them and in a practical sense (the disability allegory of it!!)), especially gija, who cares so so so much about his Duty as a dragon warrior and who doesn’t really have any combat skills outside of his dragon arm. there’s just so much potential there. on the combat skills note, if only there was someone who carried a whole stash of weapons on his person and could offer some guidance…..kusanagi if u give me this gijaeha-flavored treat i’ll pardon all of your diabolical crimes

[definitelynotrhi]

omg did you hear?? the waa is using new business ads!!

[urban-swan]

Was a little late to the whole pride thing so I couldn’t really draw a pfp in time so have a Walter white one yo

Happy Pride besties <3

[op3ra]

never stays away

textless + silly below

also silly meme because i spent most of the entire time drawing this looping CRJ's Call Me Maybe. and i don't regret it

[discoreptile]

Additional game card art!

[avoiltaire]

wanshi/pgr - super old lightning/colours practice i did a month ago 😭