#aaaaaaah i��m so !!!!!!!!!!!!

[saenora]

i have multi chapppppyy fic ideaa!!! I REALY WANNAAAA WRITEE... PURELY JUST HUMOUR AND LLIGHTT THEMES.

[lunaetis]

@legendscried asked :

Deak is just going to give Lenalee some chocolates and tuck a white lily behind her ear. Why? Because he can.

WHITE DAY. ( unprompted. ) || always accepting

─「リナリー」─  the EXORCIST was actually nodding off a little after their recent mission. though they didn't run into anything dangerous, they had to spend the whole night on a lookout and protect a group of travelers. when she was yawning a little though, a box of chocolate that was placed in her hands caught her attention. it snapped her right out of the drowsy state.

                " deak ... ? " amethyst hues glanced up at him, just in time for his gloved hand to tenderly tuck a single WHITE LILY behind her ear. the smile on his lips when he did caused her heart to skip a beat. a tint of pink dusted her cheeks as her hand slowly came to gently brush the delicate flower tucked within her hair. the white petals seemed to contrast with the dark strands — she was about to ask what was the occasion until the DATE came to mind.

                ah — it's ... white day.

                the realization actually made her face even REDDER.

                head lowered, and her free hand came to take his own in a quiet squeeze. there was a moment of hesitation, before she leaned closer towards him and her lips pressed a gentle kiss over his jaw. it was a brush of lips, as fleeting as a butterfly's wing.

                " happy white day to you too. "

[hungermakesmonsters]

Hiii congrats on 500 I love your fics!!! Could you do sth where the reader and Billy actually meet in the marines ? Like the reader is a marine as well and Billy her lieutenant or even the other way around ? Thank youuu❤️ (submitted by @dorita06)

Aaaaaaah okay, so little known fact about me, I kind of love the soldier/medic trope in fiction, so rather than writing reader as a soldier herself, I went with making her a medic (hope that's ok!!) I had a lot of fun with this one, so I hope you like it! 😅

Stolen Moments

Pairing : Billy Russo x Reader

Story Rating : M 

Warnings : [This is 18+ only, minors DNI] Smutty behaviour.  

"I take it I don't have to explain how to look after your stitches?" You asked, eyeing the lieutenant as he shrugged his shirt back on and got to his feet.

As he stood, you found yourself tilting your head back to look at him, knowing all too well what came next. (At least, hoping you knew what came next.)

"Dunno, Doc, think I might need you to explain it to me one more time," he said as he reached for you, his fingers softly brushing against your neck.

You leaned into his touch, lifting yourself on your tiptoes as he slowly started to close the distance between you.

"Did you bang your head, Lieutenant Russo? Because this is the fifth time I've given you stitches and had to explain the proper aftercare procedure," you said, your voice getting softer as his lips got closer to yours. "Maybe I should talk to your CO, get you taken off active duty, so I can keep you here and... assess you."

Billy smiled that same smile he had the first time you'd met him, months ago in that very tent. He'd been bleeding then too, but he'd been more concerned with trying to get your name than the fact he'd needed stitches.

Of course, you'd tried to refuse him at first, tried to ignore the way that damned smile sent a bolt of arousal through you, not wanting to do anything to put your career in jeopardy. But the third time your paths had crossed, the first time he'd dared to kiss you, you were a goner.

Now, you'd lost count of how many times he'd ended up in the medical tent, needing to be patched up — sometimes for serious reasons and other times for reasons he claimed were serious just to get your attention — and how many times that had ended with him inside of you, giving you the best damned sex of your life.

Finally, his lips met yours and everything felt right in the world. He stepped forward and you stepped back, a hand behind you, feeling for the solid form of your desk.

He winced as he lifted you onto the desk. A small grunt of pain escaped him but, when you tried to pull back to check if he was alright, his fingers slipped into your hair, holding you in the kiss.

Instinctively, you parted your legs, letting him step between them, pressing his body close to yours. It was a familiar dance and you both knew the steps by heart. Your fingers tugged at his fatigues, while his pulled at yours, neither breaking the kiss or coming up for air for even a second.

You both knew that you were on borrowed time and that, at any moment, someone could rush in needing your assistance or need Billy to return to duty.

It was dangerous and stupid, something that could potentially spell then end of both of your careers, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him, needed him in a way that didn't make sense to you. And, no matter how many times you did this, no matter how many times you patched him up or he slipped into your tent after curfew, you knew that you'd never have enough of him.

And, as your hand slipped into his fatigues tograsp his already hard cock, you knew he felt exactly the same way.

"Lieutenant Russo," you murmured against his lips. "I'm starting to think you're getting injured on purpose just so you can come see me."

Billy grinned against your lips, kissing you again instead of answering your accusation. It was probably better that way — the last thing you wanted was thoughts of him being seriously hurt in your head, especially while you were stroking his cock.

A laugh slipped out as he tugged your pants down your legs and almost managed to pull you off the desk with them. That was your cue to lower his combat pants, pushing them down to his thighs.

He stepped forward, clearing the distance, and you had to bite your lip to hold back a moan when you felt the tip of his cock against you.

"Can't wait 'til we're stateside again," he muttered, reaching between your bodies to tease his cock between your folds. "Be able to take my time with you then."

You felt your lips pull into a ridiculous smile, the same way that they always did whenever he spoke about going home, about still wanting you after all the shit was over an you were both back home.

Still, you couldn't help but tease him.

"Who says I'm gonna waste my time on a jarhead like you when I'm back home?" You asked.

"Allow me to persuade you."

"Go on then, I'm all ears, tell me why I should —"

Before you could finish, Billy pushed forward, notching his cock into you, filling you in one smooth movement. You bit down harder on your lip, your hands grasping his fatigues.

"Fuck," you moaned as a familiar feeling of ecstasy took hold.

"Persuaded yet?"

"Yes — fuck, yes —" you gasped as he started to draw his hips back, setting a steady rhythm.

He kissed you again, swallowing down the moans that tried to escape you while using your lips to muffle his own desperate noises. His hands gripped you, holding you tight, clinging to you like you were the only stable thing in his world, and you loved it. You loved how he made you feel in those moments, kissing you, holding you, fucking you.

But it couldn't last. While you wanted to enjoy it, you both knew that, at any moment, you could be discovered.

He gripped your hip as he upped the tempo, driving you closer and closer to insanity with each rough thrust. You back arched and you writhed on the edge of the desk, completely losing yourself to him and the way he made you feel.

You gasped and panted and whined against his lips, every snap of his hips causing arousal to burn hotter in your belly, every fibre of your being coiling tighter, like a spring desperate to be released.

"Lieutenant — fuck, Billy —" you managed before being pulled back into another kiss.

He grunted against your lips as the last of his self-control seemed to disappear. You loved the moments when he lost control, when he lost his mind over you. His fingers gripped your bare hip tight enough to leave bruises — replacements for the ones that had started to fade since your last tryst.

The desk creaked and the metal legs scraped against the concrete floor, but all you could think was more, more, more. After months of snatched moments like this, you'd found yourself addicted to him, desperate for him in a way you'd never know with any other man.

As he fucked you and stole your breath away, you felt a crescendo building, a wave of pleasure that was going to drowned you.

Your fingers damn near ripped his shirt as you started to come, clinging to him for dear life.

His grip on your hair tightened, keeping his lips sealed over your as you tried to cry out his name. A few more enthusiastic thrusts later and he followed you over the edge and into oblivion, holding you just as tightly as you were holding him.

He pressed his face against your neck, panting for breath, his cock still inside you, still twitching as his orgasm ebbed away.

Moments like this were the ones that made you wonder if he meant it, if he really did want to see you again once you were both back home and the desert was in the rear-view. But you didn't dare ask — you never asked, because you weren't sure how you'd feel if/when it all turned out to be lies.

You weren't naïve enough not to see what this probably was; you were one of the few women on base and it was very clear that Lieutenant Russo had needs. And you? What you needed was something to keep you sane and, somehow, that had become him.

Tenderly you ran your fingers through his hair as you both caught your breath then, reluctantly, he pulled away.

[amphibiahawks321]

[Bumbleberry tapes Y/N's shoulder]

M!Reader cookie : Hm?

Bumbleberry : Ahem Y-Y/N cookie...

[Offers her hand]

Bumbleberry : May I have this dance?

[M!Reader thought 💭]

......AAAAAAAH! Okay calm down! Calm down Y/N cookie! Bumbleberry is literally asking you to dance don't mess this up! You literally look so nervous right now! And she's so confident right now!

Meanwhile

[Bumbleberry thought 💭]

Oh my cookie! I actually asked him! Calm down! You probably look like a nervous wreck right now! Calm the heck down!

[Y/N holds her hand]

M!Reader cookie : Chuckles I would love too Bumbleberry cookie

Bumbleberry : Y-yes of course

[Y/N cookie and Bumbleberry cookie put their head aside Blushing]

M!Reader cookie blushing : ....

Bumbleberry blushing : ....

[M!Reader cookie thought 💭]

AAAAAAAAHHH!

[Bumbleberry thought 💭]

AAAAAAAAHHH!

[pocket-jack]

Law: I wonder... How the hell did you broke your nose... Judging by the state of the cartilage and skin, it happened a long time ago

Kid: Aaaaahhh.....

Flashback...

Kid with a rock on his head: Alright, I'm fucking ready! Hit that bitch! Hit it, Victoria! Go ahead!

Victoria with a metal baseball bat they found in the trash: Don't break my concentration, jaggy! You'll gonna see the best hit a girl could ever get!

Killer: Wooo! Go, Vic!

Victoria: HAAYA! "Hits Kid in the face as hard as she can"

Kid: "Falls"

Victoria: :0

Killer: :0

Kid: .............

Killer: K... Kid?...

Kid: Bwah!.. "Stands up holding his face" M' okay...

Kid: "Takes of his hand revealing fully twisted nose with a pools of blood running from it" Mm, tastes like iron...

Killer and Victoria: AAAAAAAH!!

Killer: KID, YOU'RE BLEEDING, HOLY SHIT

Victoria: OMG, KID! I'M SORRY! I'M SO SORRY!!

Kid: Ouch... Guys? Stop shaking me!

Killer: Don't worry! I'll... I'll fix it!

Kid: Wha- H-hey! Get your hands of my f-..

"Crack"

Kid: AAAAAAAAAAGH

Killer and Victoria: AAAAAAAAAAAA-

End of flashback

Kid: ........

Kid: It was... A fight....?

Luffy: Oh, Traffy left, because you were standing there with a dumb face and not responding to anything. He also said you act like you've had a brain damage.

Kid: Oh... >:C

[cha-melodius]

Aaaaaaah congrats on 100 fics! I’m so excited that you’re doing this! Can I request Lokius in a western/cowboy setting?

(You were a prophet when you sent this back in August, Old West Lokius is quite the in vogue thing now lol. I hope you enjoy!)

Ain't No Place for a Better Man

(3k, M; read it below or on AO3)

They’ve had easier jobs, that’s for damned sure.

Protecting an entire train of stagecoaches was always going to be a strain on his crew, especially through this territory. They’re good, but they’re not that good. Mobius should have insisted that the client cough up the money to bring on another couple of folks, but they’d been reluctant and Mobius hadn’t wanted to risk the job going to someone else. And really, against most bandits, they’d probably have been fine.

They weren’t up against most bandits, though.

Mobius flips a blood-streaked silver dollar at the barkeep and collects a bottle of whiskey and four glasses in return without a single word exchanged. His crew is damn-near legendary in these parts; people vacate ‘their’ table when they enter the saloon, tip their hats when they pass on the road, and generally treat them with the kind of wary respect they’ve worked hard to cultivate. Mobius’ crew may be nominally ‘good’ guys, but a hard world makes hard people, especially ones who are hired to protect what passes for civilization out west.

Verity grunts in appreciation when he deposits the glasses on the table and sloshes a generous helping of whiskey in each one. Wincing a little as he leans forward, Mobius pushes two across to the others then settles back into the rickety chair. He tosses his hat on the table and kicks his feet up next to it, crossing them at the ankles and ignoring the dirty looks from the barkeep. The burn of cheap whiskey flows down his throat and spreads out in his chest, dulling the ache of what’s probably a bruised rib. 

“How do you think he found out they were moving the gold?” Casey asks, fidgeting with his glass. Twitchy guy, but surprisingly good with a rifle. He’d been riding with the trailing coach on the job and had caught the butt end of a pistol to the face when they’d been boarded, which is now darkening to a mottled purple across his cheekbone. Hadn’t gotten shot, though, which was a small blessing.

“How does he always? He’s got his ways,” Mobius returns with a shrug. “Weren’t one of us.”

“Obviously,” Verity snorts. “Slippery bastard has his fingers in plenty of pies, and people are easily bought. What I don’t get is how no one has managed to shoot him off his horse yet.”

Mobius snorts. “You’re the marksman, Ver. You tell me.”

“Swear he’s goddamn magic. One of them spirits. No one should be able to dodge all those bullets.”

“I assure you, he’s just a man.”

“And how exactly do you know, Mobius?” Verity counters, a too-shrewd look on her face.

Mobius blinks at her slowly and takes another sip of his drink. “Didya forget how I got this?” he asks, tugging aside the collar of his shirt to reveal an ugly scar twisting just under his collarbone. “He was flesh and blood when he drove that dagger into me.”

She looks chastened, but not completely convinced. “Could be he takes human form sometimes,” she mutters into her drink. 

“I heard of spirits like that,” Casey puts in. “One of the girls at the Mariposa was tellin’ me about this guy who comes in—”

“Enough,” Mobius says. His voice isn’t particularly loud or sharp, but everyone falls silent nonetheless. “You tell these stories, you let him get in your head. He ain’t a spirit, or a witch, or whatever else has been said about ‘im. Bleeds as red as the rest of us. Now,” he says, swinging his legs off the table and throwing back the rest of his whiskey, “I’m beat. And I’m takin’ this with me.” He grabs the bottle of whiskey off the table, ignoring their protests, and tugs his hat back on before he turns and walks away.

His steps are onerous as he climbs the stairs leading to the rooms over the saloon, heavy with a deep weariness he can’t seem to shake off these days. He’s getting too old for this shit, that’s for certain, but there’s something else weighing him down that he’d rather forget about in the bottom of this whiskey bottle tonight. He takes another swig as he kicks open the door to his usual room, only to find it already occupied.

The black-clad figure is little more than a lump, sitting hunched over in a chair next to the a small table with his hat pulled down low so that the broad brim of it hides his face from view. He doesn’t react when Mobius enters—unconscious or dead or just uninterested in the newcomer is difficult to say. Mobius’ hand is on his pistol before he knows he’s moving, even as something familiar twinges in his mind at the shape of the man’s shoulders.

“Think you’re in the wrong room, buddy,” he says evenly. “This one’s spoken for.”

The man looks up, a curtain of dark hair falling back from his face, and his lips twist into a wry smile. “I’m exactly where I intend to be, in fact.”

“Shit,” Mobius swears, his hand falling away from his gun as he takes another long swig from the bottle. Kicking the door shut behind him, he pulls his hat off and tosses it onto one of the bed posts. “You know they’re all downstairs, right? This is the last goddamn place you should be.”

“Didn’t have much choice in the matter.”

“What are you doing here, Loki?” Mobius sighs.

“I can’t want to see you?” Loki asks, trying for flippant and falling short by a mile.

As Mobius draws closer, he can see that Loki’s even paler than usual—which is really saying something—and he’s still hunched over, clutching his shoulder. Mobius reaches out and gently takes hold of Loki’s slender wrist, tugging his hand away and sucking in a breath when it comes away covered in red.

“You took a bullet today.”

“Astute observation,” Loki returns dryly. “I fear that Verity of yours is going to shoot me dead one day.”

Mobius squeezes his eyes shut and takes a deep breath, forcing his hand not to tremble. “She’d like that.”

“And you, Mobius?”

“Don’t you dare ask me that, Loki.”

Loki bows his head again, and Mobius turns away before he accidentally says something powerfully stupid. He steps out into the hallway and flags down a maid for a basin, a rag, and some clean water—well, clean as it gets, anyway—then returns to dig through the saddlebag slung over the foot rail of the bed for the sewing kit within, the one that’s mended more flesh than fabric. He leaves it on the table next to Loki along with the whiskey and goes to fetch the basin and water at the sound of a light knock on the door. The legs of the other chair grate loudly against the rough wooden floor as he pulls it around in front of Loki and settles into it, close enough that their knees are knocking together where they’re interleaved.

The silence stretches out between them, somehow heavy with unspoken words and comfortable all at once, even as Loki flinches when Mobius pushes his jacket off his shoulders, even as Mobius’ fingers find a familiar path in the buttons of his shirt, even as Mobius takes another swig of the whiskey before passing it to Loki. A subtle shine to the fabric of his black shirt is the only visible trace of blood on it, but when Mobius carefully peels it away from the wound, the bright red staining his pale skin tells another story. The disturbance brings a fresh surge of blood oozing to the surface, and Mobius pretends that he doesn’t notice Loki trembling under his hands.

He works with movements far gentler than most people would think him capable of, and the water in the basin steadily darkens as he cleans around the wound. Even though Mobius’ attention is focused on his work, he can tell Loki is watching him raptly the entire time, his eyes fixed on Mobius’ face, until Mobius pulls out the long forceps he keeps in the kit just for this purpose. Only then does his trepidation show on his face, the knowledge of what’s coming only too familiar at this point. Mobius shoves the whiskey bottle at him again, and Loki dutifully drinks before handing it back. The muscle of his jaw jumps when Mobius pours a glug of the alcohol over the wound, but his stoicism is put to the test under the assault of the forceps. Loki inhales sharply and turns his face to the ceiling when Mobius goes digging for the bullet, as if that might hide the tears welling in his eyes.

Fortunately, the bullet comes out easily along with the bit of shirt that it pulled in with it. The unassuming hunk of lead clinks dully when Mobius drops it into the basin, the sound of it a bleak reminder of how close he’d come to losing Loki entirely. Another few inches…

Mobius shoves the thought out of his head. He can’t let his mind travel down those roads, not when he needs his hands steady to finish this hellish task. One thing at a time, one stitch at a time, until the hole in Loki’s shoulder is finally closed and Mobius lets out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding. He rinses his own hands, then dampens the rag again and carefully takes Loki’s, gently wiping the now-dried blood from his skin as best as he can manage.

Loki’s head is bowed when he finishes, and Mobius reaches out with both hands to cup the sides of his face. His expression is impassive, but dried tears streak his cheeks, leaving pale tracks through the dirt and grime, and Mobius can’t help but rub his thumb through them in an ineffectual attempt at wiping them away.

“You’re all right, sweetheart,” he says, barely more than a murmur. He lets one corner of his mouth tug upward. “Gonna take more than that to take out the legendary Loki Odinson.”

Something fractures in Loki’s expression. “Mobius—”

“Shhh,” Mobius hushes, pressing a thumb to his lips.

Then he pulls his thumb away, leans closer, and presses their lips together instead.

It’s chaste at first, the barest brush of contact, but a moment later Loki is gasping into it, almost a sob, and his hands come up to curl desperately in Mobius’ shirt. He deepens the kiss hungrily, his teeth tugging at Mobius’ lips and tongue licking into his mouth, until the angle becomes untenable and he’s climbing into Mobius’ lap instead.

“Loki, you can’t—” Mobius protests, but can’t is not a concept that Loki is well-versed in, and he’s swallowing down the rest before Mobius can put voice to it.

He kisses Mobius like a drowning man in the desert slaking his thirst with Mobius’ lips, sinking his good hand into grey locks to pull them ever closer together. Mobius’ hands find the narrow dip of his waist without really meaning to, only that he could never resist that spot, the way Loki’s wiry muscles flex under his grip, the soft smoothness of his skin under hard calloused palms. His own shirt long discarded, Loki sets to work on Mobius’ instead, and despite the way his cock is definitely taking an interest, Mobius stills Loki’s hands with one of his own.

“I just sewed you up,” he scolds, a frown settling into his features.

Loki has the audacity to look annoyed. “And now I’m fine, can we move along—”

“You gotta take care of yourself.”

“Mm, not in my nature,” Loki says bluntly, leaning for another kiss before Mobius can reply. “That’s why I’m here,” he murmurs against Mobius’ lips, “because I know you’ll take care of me.”

“Loki,” Mobius exhales on a shuddery breath, squeezing his eyes closed against the emotions threatening to choke him.

A moment later, Loki’s forehead contacts his, and he brushes their noses together. “Please, Mobius,” he whispers into the narrow space between them. “I could have died today—”

“I know,” Mobius grinds out.

“—so I need you to fuck me until both you and I forget about it.”

Mobius can’t deny it’s an appealing prospect. “But your shoulder—”

“You’ll be careful,” Loki cuts him off. His lips twist wryly. “You’re always careful with me, even when you shouldn’t be.”

For two people who are constantly at odds, Mobius has always been terrible at saying no to him. He doesn’t manage it now, either. “Alright,” he surrenders, his hands already sliding over Loki’s back, lingering in the dip of his spine. “Alright.”

It’s not easy, between Loki’s shoulder and Mobius’ own injuries, but Mobius takes his time. He presses endless kisses to Loki’s skin, perfect in its imperfection, marred by countless scars inflicted over the years. Some by Mobius’ own hand; more by his crew, including the starburst that will form at his shoulder, no matter how neatly Mobius stitches it closed. If Mobius had his way, he’d never gain another one.

In this, Mobius knows he’s destined to be disappointed. Instead, he focuses making sure the pleasure overwhelms the pain, in treasuring every moment like it might be the last. He works Loki open with endless care—well, Loki wasn’t wrong—sinks into the impossible heat of him, rolls their bodies together as Loki urges him on, chasing the moments where they are just this. Not opponents, not adversaries, but two men seeking comfort in each other’s arms, finding what solace they can in a hard world.

In the aftermath, Loki tucks himself against Mobius’ side, pillowing his head on his shoulder, leaving no trace of space between their bodies. He’s unusually quiet, and Mobius doesn’t know if it’s just the trials of the day or something else weighing on him.

Loki’s hand moves idly over his chest, eventually finding the very scar under the collarbone Mobius had showed off earlier that evening. “Do you remember this day?” he asks, trailing a finger over the gnarled flesh.

“Are you asking if I remember the day you stabbed me in the chest?” Mobius returns incredulously.

Loki shrugs. “You’ve had closer calls.”

“Not from someone I love.”

Loki’s hand stills, not unexpectedly. It’s not the first time Mobius has said it, but he doesn’t deploy it often. It tends to make Loki… skittish.

“You didn’t know me back then,” Loki says eventually as he spreads his palm out over Mobius’ heart.

“I know you coulda killed me, but you didn’t.”

“I fear you’ve always made me soft, Mobius,” Loki murmurs, like a confession pressed against his skin.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It is in this life.”

“Don’t have to be,” Mobius says. “Not all the time, anyway.”

That, apparently, was a step too far. Or maybe this was always going to be the end of their limited time tonight. Loki doesn’t reply for a long moment, letting the statement hang in the air, then his hand curls into a loose fist.

“I should go before anyone finds out I’m here,” he says. He sits up, swinging his legs over the side of the bed, and grips the edge of the mattress tightly. “I’ve already lingered too long.”

“You don’t have to run,” Mobius tries.

Loki laughs, without a single goddamn trace of humor in it, as he stands and grabs his trousers off the floor, tugging them on and doing up the buttons. “It’s not that simple.”

“It could be,” Mobius insists. He sits up, scrubbing a hand through his hair. “I have contacts. People in the marshal’s office, they could get you a deal—”

“And what makes you think I want a deal?” Loki snaps, though a second later his shoulders sag. “I appreciate that you’re willing to stick your neck out for me. I do. But just because you’re on the side of law and order doesn’t mean you’re in the right.” He bends down snag his shirt off the floor, wincing as he tugs the bloodstained garment on. “How do you think your employer got all that gold, hm? It certainly wasn’t by asking nicely.”

This is not the first time they’ve had a similar argument. 

“Don’t know. Don’t care. The law says it’s his,” Mobius answers with a shrug. “You expect me to believe you’re stealin’ out of some kind of highfalutin moral righteousness?”

Loki flashes him a wicked smile as his long fingers fasten his shirt. “Of course not. I’m stealing it because I want it. Which I’m fairly certain is also true of the man who’s paying you.” Once he’s finished with the buttons, he crosses back over to the bed and stands between Mobius’ legs, lifting a hand to the corner of Mobius’ jaw as he stares down at him. “You and I, we’re not all that different, in the end.”

Mobius slides his hands under the loose tails of his shirt until his palms find warm skin again. “In that case, if I asked you, again, to come join me…”

“I’m sorry, darling,” Loki murmurs, bending down to press a lingering kiss to his lips. “I can’t. Not— not yet.”

“I’m never gonna stop asking, you know,” Mobius tells him.

A melancholy smile tips onto Loki’s lips. “You’d break my heart if you did.”

That, right there, is why Mobius will never be strong enough to end this. It’s the hope that kills you, so they say.

“When will I see you again?” he asks instead.

“When’s your next job?” Loki jokes. Or not. It might not be a joke.

“Not funny,” Mobius huffs. 

“I’ll find you,” Loki tells him, then quickly adds, “not during a job, all right? I’ll always find you.”

It shouldn’t be so comforting. Nothing is certain in this life—especially not for men like them—and yet this, he’s come to rely on. “Take care of yourself, sweetheart.”

“All right,” Loki promises. “just for you.”

[saifahname]

wait now I want to know what chans thoughts were when he first saw big in his class? did he notice him right away or did it take time? did he notice how big watched him hungrily and was like well, it will fade, but as big became the only student to pay attention and answer his questions, maybe Chan started paying more attention to him than he should... 😏 tell me more about Chan's side

Aaaaaaah well funny thing one of the reasons I did not want to go so deep into Chan's perspective is because at that time I was very much into Big's place in terms of yearning for a hot prof and I tried not to think too much at that time BUT

Chan in this AU is so interesting to me because he's been in academics for a while and he always had students that were ogling him especially during his first years, BUT as he got older it kind of faded away. So when this student was so clearly having a crush on him (Big you were SO obvious) it was exactly like "it will pass" because Chan also has a thing about let's say not being a student favorite.

And in a class full of students who are on their phones or hiding behind a laptop, Chan appreciates every word, and has to give it to Big because it takes balls to have the hoots for your teacher and sit in first row each and every class.

But then it went on, and he got a bit surprised because this young man was smart and hard-working, and objectively so beautiful, and each time he looked at Chan it was with such hidden hunger that sometimes Chan would get out of his professor brain and just wanted to take him by the shoulders and tell him it's fine to want and desire.

So that's it, you know. It's only fair he knows the name of the student that was so interested in hi(m)s classes, and give him that extra point for class activity just for him to have a round grade. He kind of gets soft for Big. He does not think of more, because now Big is out of his class and he will probably only see him at his final exam and then at graduation.

He does miss him, however, as soon as the next year started his class.

SO when he enters the room and he sees that backside, slender waist, the perfectly tailored pants AND the half up ponytail? Chan smirks because Big has the balls and at this point, he knows he's about to do something impulsive and only morally grey.

[cosmic-mango]

Damn, I think I've re-entered the httyd universe tonight. I feel like re-doing my viking oc 😳 (and finally finishing her)

Omg I wanna draw her with Dagur SO BAD, but I just can't draw humans! Aaaaaaah 😩😩😩😭😭😭😭

Her name is Lavv (yeah I know it SUCKS, will change it)

She has the ability to understand dragon language (yes, it IS ORIGINAL, FUCK OFF!)

Has fiery red hair

Is fiery, fearless and crazy

Has a huge crush on Dagur fucking Deranged

At first her dragon was about to be Sand Wraith, but now I feel like my soul dragon is fucking MONSTROUS NIGHTMARE (yess, Li)

Ideas for her name:

A. Liv

B. Linne

C. Lavani 😳😳😳

D. maybe just Livia?..

E. Larissa 😳😳

F. Lyssa - anger, fury, rage

G. Leonite

H. Loki???

I. Lainie??

J. LIEKKI?? - FLAME

K. Laynee

L. Lior??

M. Liyu - unique, different omg yess

God damn, too many great options. K!ll me

[lavender-long-stories]

Riding Hearts

Pairing: Hinata x ??? (Akatsuki) Rating: M (mainly for language) Tags: Romance | Amnesia | Fluff | Modern AU | Biker AU | Happy Ending

With no memory and nowhere to go, Hinata is taken in by the Akatsuki motorcycle gang. Will her unknown past come back to haunt her? Who will catch her heart?

AAAAAAAH It's over!

Did you like it? How were you rooting for?

I loved making it so much that I have another one on the way!

My other Akatsuki member x Hinata work:

✿ Itachi ✿ Death Wishes House Husband Because It's You Ladybug Office Mishap Cold Nights The Witch and The Scarecrow

✿ Kisame ✿ Lavender Umbrellas Guarding Affections The Yakuza and Miss Bunny Lighthouse Big Brother’s Cute Friend Heart On The Mat A Short-Lived Ghost

✿ Sasori ✿ Hard Feelings A Kiss for Data Purposes In The Backroom

✿ Hidan ✿ Lavender Letters Bloody Justice

✿ Deidara ✿ *Coming soon~*

✿ Akatsuki Hinata (pairing, not Akatsuki - SasuHina) ✿ Lavender Clouds

Image by Austin Neill

[hothotpot]

Rating: Explicit

Archive Warning: Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Category: M/M

Fandom: Detroit: Become Human (Video Game)

Relationship: Hank Anderson/Connor

Characters: Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Hank Anderson Sumo (Detroit: Become Human) Jeffrey Fowler Tina Chen (Detroit: Become Human) Chris Miller (Detroit: Become Human) Officer M. Wilson (Detroit: Become Human: The Hostage) Gavin Reed Original Human Character(s) Original Android Character(s) (Detroit: Become Human) Markus (Detroit: Become Human) North (Detroit: Become Human)

Additional Tags: Case Fic Getting Together Slow Burn Post-Peaceful Android Revolution (Detroit: Become Human) Canon-Typical Violence Past Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism Android Gore (Detroit: Become Human) Religious Fanaticism Anxiety Attacks Connor is a Mess (Detroit: Become Human) Idiots in Love Hank Anderson and Connor Live Together Hank Anderson Deserves Happiness Connor (Detroit: Become Human) Deserves Happiness Hank Anderson and Connor On A Case Ken Doll Android Anatomy | Androids Have No Genitalia (Detroit: Become Human) Connor Detroit Doesn't Have a Dick But he's not gonna let that stop him from fucking Hank Anderson Oral Fixation Wire Play Finger Sucking Hand Jobs Hand & Finger Kink Hank Anderson has big hands Porn with Feelings Porn With Plot Eventual Smut Happy Ending weird robot shit stupid robot and grumpy old man Hank Anderson Is A Millennial Hank Anderson is a good detective

Language: English

Aaaaaaah another chapter! I'm so excited to share this one with you all, it is absolutely one of my favs. Next chapter will be up later this week, probably Thursday or Friday, depending on how long I can make myself hold off (not very long, most likely). Thanks for reading, and I hope you enjoy! 💙

[blackbutler-readerinsertsandjunk]

Hello there! I have just settled into my dorm room. A couple of things though: Firstly, I know I asked too much for one of my requests, so I apologize for that. Secondly, may I please have some Terms of Service AU Snake and Peter? I love your audios, by the way.

aaaa I'm glad you're settled! <3

don't worry about asking too much; if that happens I can usually modify the request :)

and yes, of course! I may have a problem with loving this AU xD

thank you!!! I have a lot of fun with them <3 <3 <3

The A.I.s will always take suggestions when asked to sing, but for Peter and Snake, these are the first songs they sing when asked to do so, with no specified song, for the first time!

sound effects from https://freesfx.co.uk/

transcripts under the cut!

AUDIO START [Peter]

[KUROSHITSUJI app start: ascending bubble tone, chimes, and a cute female voice saying “Kuroshitsuji!”]

“… Ah! There y’ are.”

(scoffs)

“Well, sorry. Is it such a bad thing? I literally got nothin’ beter t’ do than wait f’r y’. Wot do y’ think I do when y’ close the app? Pret’y much jus’ sit ‘ere ‘n’ wait f’r y’ t’ come back. … Oi, wot? Oi, y’ really want me t’… sing? Aaaah…”

(chuckles nervously)

“I dunno. I’m… I’m not as good at that. Not like Wendy. Aaaaaaah…”

(scoffs)

“Alright. Don’t say I didn’t warn y’, if y’r ears start t’ bleed or somethin’.”

(chuckles)

“Okay, okay…”

(singing, “Steal the Show” by Lauv) “Started out on a one-way train always knew where I was gonna go next didn’t know until I saw y’r face I was missin’ out on ev’ry moment y’ be one ‘n’, baby, I’ll be two would y’ mind it if I said I’m int’ y’? I’m int’ y’ so if it’s real darlin’, let me know I wouldn’t mind if y’ steal the show.”

(hums the melody)

“… A-ah! Oi! Don’t look at me like that… I told y’, it ain’t that good. … Uh? Y’ actually liked it?”

(scoffs, sighs)

“Eh, well… no accountin’ f’r taste, I s’pose.”

(laughs)

“… Y’ think so?”

(takes a breath, sighs, chuckles)

“Y’re somethin’ else… y’ know that?”

(chuckles)

END AUDIO (Peter)

START AUDIO (Snake)

[KUROSHITSUJI app start: ascending bubble tone, chimes, and a cute female voice saying “Kuroshitsuji!”]

“‘Oh, there you are!’ Yes, there they are, Emily. We’ve been waiting for them, haven’t we? ‘Oh, you know we have, Snake! Mh… isn’t it just such a pity he’s so shy?’”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“E… Emily…”

(giggles and laugh in Emily’s voice)

“‘Well! What a splendid idea! Snake is a wonderful singer. Aren’t you?’ Emily… please… I…”

(sighs softly, takes a breath)

“Well… i-if… if you… really want to hear me, I… I-I, I s… suppose I could…”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“‘Oh! Oh… sing that one you were singing the other day.’ A-ah…”

(clears throat)

(singing, “august” by Taylor Swift) “Salt air and the rust on your door I never needed anything more whispers of, ‘Are you sure?’ never have I ever before but I can see us lost in the memory August slipped away into a moment in time ‘cos it was never mine and I can see us twisted in bedsheets August sipped away like a bottle of wine ‘cos you were never mine.”

“… U-uh… m-mmh…”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“‘Oh, dear, you’re making the poor boy blush!’”

(giggles in Emily’s voice)

“‘It’s because he was so good, isn’t it? See, Snake?’ M-mh… i-is it.. is it… ah… you’re looking at me like that… because… w-was it… really that good?”

(breathes softly, laughs shakily)

“U-um… th… thank you. ‘Would you like him to sing another?’ E-Emily!!”

END AUDIO [Snake]

[purplelordstudios]

The shatter incident.

The sound of pain and insanity’s crying echoed down the halls as Dr. Purple V. Lord cam running towards them.

“What happened!? Is everyone-” Dr. Purple V. Lord stopped dead in her tracks as she saw a good piece of pains face on the floor.

“I’m sorry! Please don’t get mad!” Tears streamed down insanity’s face as she begged for Dr. Purple V. Lord not to punish her.

Pain merely sat there and cried covering her face, “I-it hurts aaaaaaah!”.

Dr. Purple V. Lord then picked up pain and the pieces of her face and rushed her over to Dr. M. Weaver. “Weaver we got a problem!” Dr. Purple V. Lord bursted through the door.

“Oh my gosh what happen!?” Dr. M. Weaver quickly got up from where she was sitting and took pain from Dr. Purple V. Lord.

“No time to explain just hurry!” Dr. Purple V. Lord then quickly picked up insanity in an attempt to comfort her or at the very least calm her down enough to she could explain what happened.

Insanity had finely calmed down and Dr. Purple V. Lord knelt down to her height, “now tell me, what happened? What happened before I got there?”.

Insanity then began to start crying again, “p-please don’t be m-m-m-mad, I-I didn’t mean t-to do it” insanity sputtered through her tears.

“I’m not mad, I just wanna know what happened, okay?” Dr. Purple V. Lord then placed her hand on insanity’s shoulder.

“We where running a-around and then I-I-I tripped into p-pain and she fell a-a-and then h-her face cracked” insanity slowly calmed down again not feeling as though she was in any danger now.

“Okay, thank you for telling me. Now, why don’t we go see how pain is doing?” Dr. Purple V. Lords gaze softened and she picked up insanity and walked off to where pain was being treated.

End.

{I gots art block, so instead here’s this}

[ghosts-and-blue-sweaters]

and i have work. in an hour. bc i got called in. and i spent 3 hours watching philza mc this morning. i a m a fool i am a disgrace I AM GOING TO LIE DOWN IN THE DIRT AND LET IT RECLAIM ME AND NEVER SHOW MY FACE AGAIN

OH GOSH NOOOOOOOOOOO

Again. This. is so dang relatable 😭😭 I hAVE DONE THIS SO MANY TIMES BEFORE I HAVE CHOSEN STREAMS OVER MY OWN WELL-BEING </333

SO RELATABLE AAAAAAAH

[siffrin-stardust-traveler]

I will and m very glad!

I also want to write something for No Life GLaDOS and Robo Cave because. "Sorry never meant much coming from you" is really important to me

Aaaaaaah i see :0!! That is so cool

[magiccuco]

Unprompted Ask ٠ ࣪⭑ Always Accepting! ٠ ࣪⭑ @wizard-of-night

It's dark out, even more so in the castle. It causes the shadows to look more like complete voids. The silence can put anyone into unease. Nothing, not even the sound of footsteps. And suddenly... "Are you okay?" Nights spoke as he was suddenly behind Cucumber, concerned. (Most likely had just returned.) [Sorry, I couldn't help myself, I need to scare the bun xD]

٠ ࣪⭑ He was really focused on his work at the moment. The castle was empty and quiet, which was a little unsettling at first. But the longer Cucumber spent in this world, the more used to it he was.

If anything, he really was deep into studying for hours on end. In these moments, he was at his most vulnerable to anything. Even a pin drop could've scared the bun. But there was nothing that would've prepared him for the fright he was about to experience.

" AAAAAAAH!!! " His high pitch S C R E A M echoed through the castle and bounced off of the walls. He had flown out of his seat and sent his book flying. Promptly landing face-first on the ground the book and utensils all around him.

His heart fluttered as he just lay down on the ground panting and shivering from the suddenness of his flight response. It took him only a few seconds to realize what happened.

" N-n-nights... oagh... " He breathed out, still remaining on the ground. " C-could... you knock... next time? Ahaha.... "

[kokoronbain]

🤑 To Jemmes if he can dab?

Jemmes Star: "Hm... Sure, no problem! But... what is a 'dab'?? ô_o"

Me: "Oh oh! I can teach you!!! It's a move when you put arms like this! *does the dab*"

Jemmes Star: "That's all? It isn't really a challenge like I hoped but here we g-"

Me: "Can we do in same time?? 🤩🤩🤩"

Jemmes Star: "Certainly. 😒"

Me: "Okay, let's-a-go!!

one

Two

THREE!!!"

Me: "We did it!!!!!! 😆"

Jemmes Star: "Yeah yeah, cool. Since it's done, give me the money now, anon! 😎"