#implied sex

[jarate-pissman]

Spy is not homophobic. He's just disgusted that the first thing he saw when he is free from the fridge is two sweaty old guys punching that tuna.

[twistedappletree]

Lan Xichen: and what should you do when you’re feeling sad?

Lan Wangji: Wei Ying

Lan Xichen: *sprays him with a squirt bottle* NO

[lanaswritingbook]

Not like others

Dave Lizewski x fem!Reader

Warning: implied sex, fluff

First time writing in a while hope you like! (The summary is kinda ass sorry. Trying to get back into writing 😭)

Summary- After you and Dave finished having sex you thought you had to leave right after due to never having aftercare. But he made sure you got what you needed.

After a while I finally slid off of Dave breathless at the activities we’ve just done. This wasn’t my first time doing the deed but it was my second.

And the first time was terrible it was honestly a mistake. The guy left in the same ten minutes after we finished and ghosted me ever since.

So that’s why I was scared for this to be over. Dave and I weren’t established as a couple but we knew we weren’t friends and only talked to each other romantically. I think it’s just fear for both of us to take that next big step.

But would Dave be that guy to just tell me I should go and never speak to me again?

We laid in his bed both staring up at the ceiling both trying to catch our breath in silence.

Slightly looking over his eyes were closed with his hand over his chiseled stomach. God what workouts did he do?

Thinking he was a sleep or trying to ignore this embarrassing moment I stood up quietly putting my clothes on.

The bed creaked lightly making him open his eyes. “Hey where you going” he asked sitting up deciding to put his boxers back on.

“Oh I was just gonna head out…” a tiny smile appeared on my face putting my hoodie over my head.

“Oh… why?” his face had saddened making me feel worse then I already did about having to leave.

“I just thought you had wanted me to leave…” we stared at each other for a couple seconds.

“I don’t want you to leave, this is the time where we talk and you know…” he wanted me to finish his sentence but I had no clue where it was going

“We cuddle! It’s like a rule after sex we both have to make sure we’re okay. I mean this only like my third time doing it but that’s how we end it.” I looked at him confused.

“I’ve never done that before… sorry” I sat back on his bed crisscrossed as he took my hand in his.

“You’ve never had aftercare? God i’m sorry Yn.” he pulled me into a tight hug.

It was nice feeling him against me and not just in a sexual way. It was reassuring.

When he pulled away he motioned me to lay my head on his chest as he laid back.

“Can I ask who never gave you aftercare?” he whispered slightly smoothing his hand down my hair not wanting to mess up my curls.

“Uh I’ve only done it once before with a football player from school. Worse mistake of my life.” I laugh trying to lift the mood.

“He had came over and I thought we were gonna watch a movie then he just got right to it and left. What a way to lose your virginity am I right?” a tear fell down my cheek.

When he noticed quiet sniffles he looked down wiping my cheek.

“Hey don’t cry, I won’t ever do that to you never” he promised leaning down to kiss my lips.

“We’re gonna do this again?” my eyes widen “I mean if you want… but I was hoping we could do it as boyfriend and girlfriend” he shly whispered.

“You wanna be my boyfriend?” I tried keeping a smile off my face

“Of course”.

[badboydevotee]

Timeless Birthday: Tangled in Twilight

Summary: "Having you celebrate my birthday makes all these long years of life worth it. How old am I? A gentleman doesn't tell." —Edward’s birthday voiceline.

The midnight bell tolled, echoing through the stone corridors of Darkwick Academy. A chill hung in the air, you stood at the entrance of the Obscuary dorm, heart racing, clutching a small velvet box tied with a silver ribbon. Tonight was no ordinary night; it was Edward Hart’s birthday.

As you entered the dimly lit common room, the shadows danced playfully across the walls. Edward was perched on the edge of a grand, leather armchair, his pale purple hair catching the flickering light like a specter in the dark. His blood-red eyes sparkled with mischief.

“Ah, you’ve arrived,” he said, a smirk playing on his lips, revealing his sharp fangs. “I was beginning to think you had forgotten.”

“Forget your birthday? Never,” you replied, stepping closer, the warmth of your presence contrasting with the coldness of the room. “I brought you something.”

He raised an eyebrow, curiosity evident in his gaze. “Is that so? You spoil me.”

With a flourish, you opened the velvet box to reveal a silver pocket watch, intricately engraved with celestial patterns. “I thought it would be fitting. A reminder that time may be irrelevant to you, but to me, it’s precious.”

His expression softened, the flicker of warmth in his eyes deepening. “Having you celebrate my birthday makes all these long years of life worth it.”

You raised an eyebrow, a grin tugging at your mouth. “So, how old are you exactly?”

With a dramatic flair, Edward placed a hand over his heart, feigning shock. “A gentleman never tells,” he replied, a playful smirk on his face.

You stepped closer, captivated by the ethereal beauty of his features. “A gentleman? Or a vampire who has lost track of time?” You teased, a playful grin on your lips.

He leaned in, his breath cool against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. “Perhaps both,” he murmured, his gaze intense. “But it’s a curse to live for so long without someone to share it with.”

Your heart raced as you felt the weight of his words. In the quiet of the room, it was just the two of you, the air thick with unspoken tension. “Edward…” you started, but he raised a finger to your lips, silencing you gently.

“Tonight, let us forget the past and the centuries that weigh upon my soul. Let’s celebrate the here and now.” He took your hand, his touch cool yet electrifying, guiding you to sit beside him.

The flickering candlelight illuminated the bite marks on his neck—visible reminders of a life steeped in darkness. You had often wondered about the stories behind them, the lives he had touched and lost. But tonight, you wanted only to focus on the man beside you, the connection that pulsed between you like an undeniable force.

His gaze softened, and for a moment, the playful facade slipped. “You know, time loses its meaning after a while. It’s the moments that matter. Like this one.” His eyes locked onto yours, and you felt a warmth spreading through you, a connection that transcended the centuries that separated your lives.

“Tell me,” you said, voice barely above a whisper, “what do you wish for on your birthday?”

He turned his gaze to the window, where the moon hung like a silver coin in the night sky. “To feel alive again,” he replied, his tone laced with a longing that tugged at your heart. “To experience the world not as a spectator, but as someone who belongs.”

You felt a stirring within you, a flame igniting at his words. “Then let’s make this night unforgettable,” you said, emboldened by the moment.

Edward turned to you, his red eyes flickering with intrigue. “Unforgettable? I have centuries of memories, yet you want to create more?”

“Yes,” you breathed, the space between you charged with an intensity that made the world outside fade away. “Let’s write our own story, one that defies time.”

He leaned in closer, his breath mingling with yours, cool yet intoxicating. “You’re brave, aren’t you?” His voice was a low murmur, a seductive whisper that sent shivers down your spine. “Or perhaps a bit reckless?”

“Maybe a little of both,” you replied, emboldened by the closeness, your pulse quickening. “But isn’t that what life is about? Taking risks?”

The admission hung in the air, heavy yet intoxicating. You took a breath, grounding yourself in the reality of the moment. “I may not have lived as long as you, but I’ve never felt anything like this either,” you confessed, stepping even closer, your fingers brushing against his.

In that moment, he closed the distance between you, capturing your lips with his. The kiss was both tender and fierce, a meeting of two worlds—yours vibrant and fleeting, his ancient and eternal. As you melted into him, the weight of centuries seemed to lift, and the world around you faded into a blissful haze.

When the kiss finally broke, breathless, you looked into his eyes. “You feel alive,” you whispered, a soft smile gracing your lips.

He chuckled, the sound rich and dark, as he brushed a strand of hair behind your ear. “And you, my dear, are the reason I still believe in the beauty of existence.”

The spark ignited, and Edward's expression shifted, hunger and tenderness battling within him. He reached out, his hand enveloping yours, the coolness of his skin grounding you. “Do you really understand what this means?” he murmured, leaning closer, his breath ghosting across your lips.

You nodded, your heart pounding. “I think I do.”

With a swift motion, he pulled you into an embrace, the world around you fading into insignificance. The warmth of his body was a stark contrast to his cold nature, and you reveled in the feeling. His fangs grazed your neck lightly, a mere whisper of danger, sending shivers down your spine. “You’re making it hard for me to control myself,” he teased, a hint of a growl in his voice.

“I don’t want you to control yourself,” you breathed, emboldened by your desire.

His red eyes gleamed with a predatory glint, but there was a softness there too, a promise that this moment was just for the two of you. “Then let’s make it a birthday to remember,” he whispered, capturing your lips with his.

The kiss ignited a fire deep within you, a blend of passion and longing that seemed to transcend the barriers of time and space. You melted into him, the world around you forgotten as you surrendered to the connection that had blossomed between you.

As the clock chimed, marking the start of another year in Edward's long life, —a night filled with secrets, desires, and an unbreakable bond that could defy even the longest of lifetimes. Together, weaving passion and romance, a dance of shadows and light that would forever mark this night as unforgettable.

Ao3 vers.

[queenendless]

🚚Moving Day (Adult!SatoSugu x Fem!Reader)🚚

A/N: Also from my Curses Love book on Wattpad.

This AU has them both as teachers at Tokyo JJ High, you can see curses, you're in a poly relationship with them. IMPLIED MATURE THEMES INSIDE!

For those that have been reading and liking these shorts, thank you. S2 is back and of course I'm a wreck. Also want a Gojo, Geto, Nanami, Toji, Sukuna x Reader gang bang ... idk how I'll write one cause drawing in general is hard for me now.

Credit for the characters/series goes to Gege sensei. I own nada but this show and these two own my soul!😫😭🤧

* Please DON'T plagarize, translate, repost my FANFIC content. Reblog, like, and follow instead.

I hope you enjoy.

"Uh, Y/n-chan, you're certain you can carry all that by yourself?"

"My stuff. My concern." You struggled speaking as your form struggled carrying those big boxes of yours in your arms; breathing deeply through your nostrils to keep your focus despite your knees quivering. '"I - I'm fine!"

Suguru sighed before snapping his fingers. Several of his curses floated amok and carried the boxes right out of your arms in time before you plopped forward from the imbalance, only to be pulled back flushing your back against Geto's front.

"Honey, it's alright. Satoru and I can handle the rest of your things. You shouldn't be pushing yourself too hard on your first day here."

"I'm sorry. I'm just ... nervous. This is all new to me ... but I still want to help at least."

Geto hummed, nodding in understanding, before kissing you tenderly on the forehead, smiling calmly. "Well thank you love. Having you living with us now is worth all the effort."

"In that case," You grabbed your duffle bag of stuff with ease, smiling, "I'll handle this."

The giddy stride of the oldest of you three popped up in the living room archway, swaying his smart phone about. "Suguru~! I was thinking we get sushi to celebrate Y/n-chan living with us now~! Sushi Go is my top choice, of course! Ginza, here we come – !"

"Satoru. Unpacking first. Eat later. Remember?" Suguru groaned.

"Eh?! Who paid to have all Y/n-chan's stuff packed and moved here in the first place? At least my family's fortune has some good use in this case." Gojo wearily spoke when his family gets brought up. "Anyhow ..."

Gojo swept Geto in one arm and you in the other with such ease, cheeriness immediately taking over. "House tour time~!!!"

Geto's exasperated smile and your giggling self at Gojo's boundless energy gave him that extra burst in his step while giving you the tour of every place in your shared private home nestled in suburbia. "Living room for binge time and cuddles, kitchen where Suguru will stuff our faces with such goodness, pool for soaking antics, hot tub for burning passion –!"

"We get the picture, Satoru." Geto's flushed, smug grinning face at the commentary had Gojo snickering, nodding his head in your direction.

"I don't know~ Looks to me our darling Y/n-chan is tongue tied right now~" Gojo chuckled lightly as you couldn't look at either of them at the moment.

"Not because of you, for sure." Geto snorted.

"Eh?" Gojo's smug ass bubble popped, following Geto's finger pointing at what enraptured you.

Setting you down gently, letting you slip away from his grasp, both men watched with affectionate smiles as you slid the glass doors aside to step out onto the back patio to see up close.

Your eyes sparkled in childlike wonder at seeing how expansive the back yards were. Lots of stone pathways, different oriented trees planted all over, rolling hills teeming with so many blooming flowers, and a view of the mountains in the distance. "Wow," You breathed out in mesmerized wonderment.

Feeling an arm drape around you, you were pulled flush against Geto's side. "This is yours, love."

"That's right. It's all ours." You both yelped as you were both now carried easily under Gojo's arms; wrapped around your waists and hanging like luggage. "And finally, last but far from least~!"

"Satoru, we can walk just fine, you know." Geto sighed, a bit peeved but mostly willing to let his lover's antics continue.

"The best room of them all!" Him kicking down the door helped enunciate the importance of this room; startling you and furthering Geto's bewildered amusement, "Our love making suite~!"

You squealed as he threw you to the bed, springing up at the bouncy, comfy master bed that was quite big for you three. Geto was thrown in after you on one side before Gojo belly flopped to the other, entrapping you in a cocoon of their arms, their enriching laughter mingling with their beautifully smiling faces turned you on hard.

The burning realization had you hiding your flustered self against the sheets.

"See~?! Now that's hot and bothered if I ever saw it~!" Gojo swooned, turning to his side as he one armed you from behind. "Makes me wanna kiss you so bad~" He heatedly breathed in your ear, cheekily grinning at your soft pleased mewl.

Geto smirked knowingly, laying on his side with his cheek resting in the palm of his propped-up arm, singing, "Toru~ About that lesson plan for the first years you said you'd draft up by today?"

"Ehhh~? Hands on practice will do just fine, Sugu~ Kinda like what we'll all be doing later tonight ... or right now~ Whaddaya say, sweetie~?" Gojo hummed as he gently grabbed your shoulder and flipped you to lay on your back.

"Can I at least unpack my duffle bag first?" You had to ask, hugging said bag to your chest. Geto's snorting face and Gojo's jaw slacked expression made you feel so dumbfounded as you tried sitting up while unzipping your bag. "And what about sushi~?" You whined, pouting.

Geto chuckled lightly, kissing you to cheer you up, winking at you both. "Unpack, eat, then smash. Kay, Toru~?"

Gojo dramatically sighed, collapsing in mock defeat. "Fine~! You're lucky I love you both." His own pout was wiped away instantly as you leaned down to peck his lips, too quick and short to his liking, as he sat up and watched you putting away the rest of your things around the room with Geto cuddling up beside him as he watched right along.

They wouldn't admit it out loud but they were both feeling grateful to share their personal private lives not just with each other, but also with you; their third partner.

A regular turned recent curse seer that just happened to work as a Window at Jujutsu Tech; their turf, only to bump into them both in passing ... the rest is history.

Seeing you finally put your bag away in your shared giant closet had them both glomp you from behind, smirking widely as they both had their own cheek to chew on and smooch to their liking and your giggling self.

Yep, living with the strongest sorcerer pair will be quite the treat.

[applepie-enthusiast]

It must have hurt Sanemi deeply seeing Giyuu show the first telltale signs of the effects of having the mark.

The realization of it hitting him like a sword struck his heart multiple times, though there was no blood in him, the pain was enough to warrant his own death.

For seeing the condition of one he loved most slowly deteriorate, is the pain he was forced to face yet again.

It was heartbreaking to see how Giyuu would often downplay it as though he's fine when it was obvious he wasn't. His small smile that he always uses to reassure Sanemi that everything is as it should be.

Except it wasn't as it should be. They contributed to the peace that everyone was enjoying now, yet why were they deprived of more time to love life as it is?

Why were they denied of the chance to just be normal? After all the heartbreaks and loss they both had suffered?

It was a question that Sanemi often dismisses from his mind for it might come out as selfish, but weren't they allowed to be selfish just this one time?

The first time Giyuu had felt his body getting weaker was right after one of the usual dates he and Sanemi used to take. It was a promise that they would use all the time they had to do all the things they haven't experienced before.

Giyuu, under a big cherry blossom tree, stated how much he enjoyed their date, like always. He was happy and smiling, a feeling and a gesture that Giyuu never had the privilege of having and doing back when they were Pillars.

Right after saying, "Let's go again next week.", Giyuu walked ahead, and Sanemi would have continued to admire him, had it not for the sudden halting of Giyuu's steps, his hand instinctively placed on his own chest, the slight wincing as well as widening of his eyes was enough for both of them to realize what was happening.

"Tomioka—" Sanemi immediately reached out to his lover, but by the time he did so, his Tomioka was already back on his normal stance, a small smile on his face.

"I'm okay." Except he wasn't. And he would never be the same after it.

Silence engulfed the two of them, but neither said a word back home.

As weeks and months passed by, Giyuu's condition worsened, his body became more susceptible to all kinds of illnesses and complications. He could no longer take long walks, he could no longer eat a lot, he could no longer run or do excessive chores, less he would be bedridden for the rest of the day.

On the rare times they made love right after realizing what was happening, Sanemi would be nothing but gentle and urge Giyuu to rest. But the latter would place both hands on his cheeks, caressing Sanemi's face, tracing his scars and looking at him with nothing but love in his eyes, and there were times it would take everything in Sanemi not to break down due to the cruelty and frustration of everything.

Sanemi wanted Giyuu to show honesty, to rant about how unfair life had been, to wish for more time, and probably to shed a tear on two at how much he desired more summers with Sanemi.

But Tomioka never shed a tear. His body may be getting weaker, but his heart and his mind was strong.

Barely a week before Giyuu's 25th birthday, he could no longer walk, he was being carried by Sanemi on his arms. His breathing was slowed, yet he kept that tiny smile on his lips as he "watched" and felt the breeze hitting his skin, and he knew that the cherry blossom petals are dancing in the air.

Sanemi was watching him and it took all of him to not cry when Giyuu gazed at him again, the latter's eyes focused on him, even if his sight had long faded.

And Sanemi knew, the rest of Tomioka would follow soon.

"I hope we can still go here next week."

Sanemi could feel his eyes burn, and before he knew it, Tomioka's hands were on his cheeks once more, gently trying to caress his lover's tears away.

"I can no longer see you, so I can't accurately wipe your tears away." Tomioka himself was crying, but the unwavering smile on his face was both heartwarming and heart wrenching.

Tomioka closed his eyes, and smiled wider.

"Please smile, Sanemi."

It made Sanemi break down into tears more, but he willed himself to do one last thing for his beloved.

"I love you..." Tomioka's voice never once stuttered, "I'm sorry that your last memory of me saying those words would be this painful, but I hope you remember what it truly means for me, and for the both of us."

Sanemi's tears continued to fall and blur his vision, but all he could see was his Tomioka. He refused to close his eyes, as if by doing so, he was engraving into his memory everything about his beloved.

Tomioka opened his unseeing blue eyes, and even if there were tears in them too, his entirety exudes a love that will stay even when he's long gone.

"I love you too..." Sanemi blurts it out, "I'm sorry that I took too long to say it..."

His voice was broken by his choked sobs but Giyuu's hum of acknowledgment and joy was enough.

"Thank you for everything, Sanemi. I was happy to have had the privilege to know you, to love you, and to be loved by you."

*

We walked with our small shoulders side-by-side

Laughing together about nothing in particular, we saw the same dream

If I listen in close, I can still hear your voice,

In the midst of this town dyed orange

[best-teen-polycule]

this is basically what nark is right

[coffee-blvck]

Missing Context - König

originally posted to my AO3 ~ coffeeblvck

translations posted at end of post ♡

The conference room is bursting with activity so early in the morning, packed like sardines now with new KorTac friends. It's meant to be an indefinite stay, the one-four-one allying with a handful of KorTac mercenaries. It had been a few weeks now, and they had proven themselves quickly, powerful allies both in the field and behind closed doors. No one had any reason to object the new additions thus far.

Price had chosen well, taking your suggestions on his pickings much to your pleasure. Years ago, before your own recruitment into the task force, you had spent a few months as a freelance medic under the French Parliament. You had worked closely then with a few squadrons in your time, but mostly under their Colonel before Price had hand picked you for the one-four-one.

You recall greeting the quiet Colonel with open arms on the helipad, a long overdue reunion. Price hadn't questioned your eagerness for the Colonel when you volunteered him, assuming naturally from your time freelance that you harbored some lasting bonds. Little did your captain know until after your input, how deep you bond truly ran with the Colonel.

Now, arms laden with a precarious tower of hot to go cups, you bustle towards that busy conference room. You were running late this morning, held up in the med-bay with an injury that was too stubborn to heal properly on a newer recruit.

Unaware of the conversation behind the thick wooden doors before you, and too focused on your leaning tower of caffeine to listen in, you kick open the door none the wiser to the towering Colonel's paper thin patience. You call into the room cheerfully, “Hello! Bonjour soldiers! Another beautiful day today, yes?”

A cacophony of laughter greets you, filling your ears and cementing you in the doorway. The door falls against you with a soft thud, though you hardly register the feeling of the stacked cups shifting precariously in your arms. Even Ghost is laughing, you notice, balaclava puffing with each quiet chuckle.

"Oh?" You breathe, lost for words with the sheer absurdity of the moment. Something had happened, something said that you had just barely missed. König, with his back to you just a heartbeat before, now stares at you in horror. You don't need to see his full face to notice, and you stare back just as shocked and confused as the laughter continues to swell in the room. Soap wheezes, folded over his propped knee.

Crossing the conference room in three swift strides, König is at your side, shock still prevalent in the dilation of his pupils. Tilting your head up to meet him, your greeting comes out more like a question than a fond hello.

“Bonjour, mon ange de la mort.” Had you done something? Had you put yourself at the butt of some shitty joke? Had you somehow ruined a moment that you couldn't possibly have prepared for? "Hello-" König clears his throat, trying to cover the straining nerves in his voice. “Vögelchen. Guten morgen.”

His accent had faded a bit throughout the years, though it always came back more prevalent when his nerves got the best of him. You had teased him over the years, whenever you found a moment when your time zones lined up for a phone call, that he was speaking too much English. That you could tell when something was on his mind in the way his accent betrayed him.

He really was nervous. What in the hell happened before you got there?

Brushing against you, König takes the brunt of the door away from your shoulders, one hand hovering beside the tower of drinks stacked in your arms. He ushers you fully into the room with his other hand pressed gently against the small of your spine.

Your questions remaining unanswered, König hovers cautiously over your shoulder all the way to the head of the conference table. You dont miss the slicing stares he throws about the room as he all but curls around you. He had always been careful to remind himself of your size difference, but now the endearment only made more questions buzz through your mind.

“I brought coffee…” You offer, the laughter finally dying away. “And tea, of course, just how you like it, LT.”

“Much obliged.” Ghost grunts his thanks, his tone back to the level coolness you were familiar with. You attempt to catch the colonel’s eyes with each drink you pass, to no luck. You feel it boring into the back of your neck when you turn away, but darting away to glare at someone else the moment you turn to him.

“Are you lot well and done?” Price barks, brusquely marching through the conference room to take his place at the head of the table, without so much as a proper hello. He accepts the coffee set in his spot with a nod and quickly delves into the debriefing as the task force starts to take their seats.

With each drink now with their respective soldier, you find yourself settling between the visibly tense König and Gaz as Price drones on about this new case load. The report had already been brought to your desk the night before, König as well, and the two of you had studied up the night before in your office.

You wonder suddenly if something had been said: if the usually daunting and terrifying colonel had been caught creeping from your room in the early hours of the morning. If they had seen through the façade of his late night escape and decided to grill your lover like a group of school girls afterwards.

It was none of their business, and you find yourself rolling your eyes at the childish antics these adult men seemed to still hold so dearly to themselves. However, you still silently hope that nobody had been awake late enough to hear what you had done after the two of you overviewed today's mission. It had been many months since you two had seen one another, felt another. You weren't going to waste any spare moment you had together.

You half listen as Price catches the rest of the task force up to speed, trying to shoo the memories away from showing across your cheeks.

+++

“You never filled me in on the gossip this morning, Colonel.” Dropping the load of bags at your feet, you let your hands rest on your hips. Busy preparing his own gear, with the helicopter's blades slicing through the air as it rumbles to life, you worry that König hadn't heard you.

König flashes you a glance. You watch him pointedly, going as far as to dramatically cross your arms and tap your foot against the asphalt as you wait. He had kept as much distance as possible from you after the debriefing, and even now he takes his sweet time adjusting and readjusting each of his straps before looking in your direction again.

Like hell if you were going to let him get away from this without explaining. "König."

“Oh.. that. Yes, of course..”

Stepping over your dropped cargo, you plant yourself as close to König as possible, practically stepping on the toes of his boots. You press a hand gently to his sternum, and follow his eyes as they trace up from your wrist over your chest, neck, and face, but never quite reaching your eyes.

"Need I remind you, schnecke, that I will be the one tending to your wounds, should you get any? Do you really want to avoid me?"

“No Vogelchen..” He sighs, his eyes dark and squinting against the wind whipping around the two of you. “I might… fuck... ich hätte vielleicht scherzhaft gedroht, die nächste person, die ich sah, zu schlagen, und diese person warst du.”

It takes a moment for your brain to unscramble the translation, but you can't stop the dumb smile from creeping across your cheeks as it comes to you. You laugh, clutching at your sides as the laughter pulses through you. König watches you warily, unsure if he was in the clear now or not.

“Mon ange,” You chuckle warmly, setting a hand over his heart. With you other you cup his chin, guiding his face to align with yours. All of this anxiety and confusion for a poorly timed joke. You feel the tension ebb away under your touch.

"You wouldn't dare," You add cheekily, dragging his face closer. His eyes glitter with a smile you know lies hidden beneath his mask as he bends to rest the crest of his helmet against your forehead. You stand there for many moments, lost in the beat of the helicopter blades and each other.

When he straightens, König stands a little bit taller now that the tension had dissolved between you. Brushing a gloved thumb over your lips, you relish in the faux kiss and smile.

Beyond the sculpted bulk of König's arm, as you lean to retrieve your supplies, you catch Gaz in the distance passing what you can only assume is cold hard cash over to Soap, who celebrates excitedly. You rolls your eyes, the hope you had at keeping your relationship under wraps now gone with the wind.

You make a mental note to beat Soap's ass after you return from this takedown, even more so as he feigns innocent confusion as you and König close the distance.

“Bonne chance, mon amour. Être bien.”

Translations: Bonjour, mon ange de la mort - Good morning, my angel of death Vögelchen. Guten morgen - Little bird. Good morning. Schnecke - Snail (a term of endearment for a loved one, usually reminding them to come out their shell) Ich hätte vielleicht scherzhaft gedroht, die nächste person, die ich sah, zu schlagen, und diese person warst du. - I might have jokingly threatened to beat the next person i saw and that person was you Mon ange - my angel Bonne chance, mon amour. Être bien. - Good luck my love, be well im so sorry if google translate did me dirty with any of these translations, a girl is trying her hardest out here.

[cheesit-notes]

Ghost x Reader (if you squint)

warnings?: fem!reader, sorry but brief mention of pregnancy (i swear this isnt a pregnancy au thing, just the consequences of actions...), ghost is a red flag and reader is a damn bull, word vomit

a/n: below is just a short drabble about how Ghost x Reader and they’re unhealthy relationship. his characteristics are slightly exaggerated and it's like sorta angsty? hurt no comfort, idk what to call it. sorry for not writing and uploading but imma try to balance and post more from now on :3

Ghost isn’t someone you can up and go date with. he’s a dead man with a target on his head, and as long as he’s still alive, that statement stays true.

he won’t approach you, a civilian unrelated to any of the missions he’s been assigned. so what, you approach him? he isn’t the easiest to approach either. you'd have to be persistent, to the point of annoyance, for even a chance. and even then, what after? he won’t let you close. he won’t let you within arms reach. why? because as long as he’s breathing, anyone who knows of his existence instantly has their safety jeopardized.

say you do get past his emotional barriers and that perhaps he does care about you. it’s not like he’ll say it. maybe his actions will show for it, but even then what good are actions when they’re accompanied by berating words degrading you for simple mistakes.

so you ignore all his signs, all the red glaring flags. even he'd admit he isn't and will never be close to a good partner, not even a decent partner. say you do make the first move. you touch him. you offer yourself. you whisper things in his ear that you shouldn't. and what is he supposed to do? Ghost may be a dead man but he's still a man. he takes you up on your offer.

then maybe you'll have a blissful few weeks that you were dreaming of. but when your stomach hurts, you feel sick in the morning, and, god no, the pregnancy test shows positive. what? you think he'd bother with all that protection nonsense? he's chasing after his high. you and him were nothing more than each other's stress relief. he tells you to "get rid of it" with bitterness lacing his words. will you?

you choose to get rid of it. you're lucky you did before it grew too much, too developed. because then, you risk growing attached to the little thing inside you. Ghost is reluctant to keep going with this- whatever you two had. you convince him. you'll go through this cycle until you can't anymore. he'll think about 'it' and hate it. eventually, Ghost will leave. he'll suddenly cut all ties with you and leave you emptier than you were before. you think you'll find him again if you try? wrong. he can disappear from your world in an instant, and there's nothing you can do.

oh, so you decide to keep it? that makes it easier for Ghost to decide. he leaves. it was already risky, you associating with him. so he breaks off any relation he had to you now that there will be a child that's a mixture of him and you. soon, you and that child will be but a memory buried somewhere forgettable in his mind.

no matter the choice, you and Ghost are not meant to be. don't waste your breath on a dead man.

[eipkyt61066666]

Late night massage with Michael Kaiser♡

note: this is my first fanfiction and english isn't my first language soo sorry for any mistakes I might have made. Please no reposts.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!!

It was late at night and you have just woken up for no reason. Your boyfriend Michael is sleeping next to you.

You rarely see him, due to him being a football player and with work trips.

You smile, feeling a comfort from the sight of his back and go to the kitchen for a glass of water.

On your way back, you see a shadow figure lurking in your backyard. Your gut warns you about it and you sneakily walk to the bedroom to wake up Michael.

He is confused by this and asks you why would you awaken him at this hour. You explain the situation to Kaiser and even though he doesn't believe in it, he decides to go check for it.

He opens the door to the backyard revealing a cat rustling in the bushes. It looked soo big when the lights of your house reflected it.

Kaiser looks at you and tries to hold in his laughter.

- Pf......You woke me up for this?

He sais giving you a snarky look.

You feel kind of humiliated by your paranoia.

- I'm sorry for waking you up soo late......atleast we can be sure that it isn't an intruder.

Kaiser senses your embarrassment and decides to use it to his advantage.

-You know, I had a really tough day. Coming back from the airport and the flight itself was exhausting. Why don't you help me sleep?

Although you were aware of his motives, you decide to fulfill his wishes either way.

- Like what?

He was surprised that you actually agreed and decides to push this even further.

- Well how about a back massage?

He asks you.

- Alright, is that all?

You are kind of tired yourself and not in the mood for 'his majesty'.

- We'll see about that.

He seas abusing his control over your dignity.

You both go to the bedroom and he lays on the bed, removing his shirt for the massage. He obviously did it just to be extra.

Michael knows you are secretly enjoying it. He lays on the bed and signals for you to start.

You sit on his lower back to give him the massage. You start from his rose tattoo and move to his other shoulder.

- Right there.

He seems to be enjoying himself and you completely forget about what happened earlier.

- I'm sure I don't compare to the professionals, but I'm glad you like it.

Kaiser turns around as you are sitting on him.

- What do you mean by that? We are just getting started after all.

He grabs your waist and lays his touch all over your body. You finally understood what your boyfriend meant by 'massage'.

- W-wait that's evil!

He smiles and decides to move you closer to his crotch, making you feel his boner from under his pants.

THE REST IS HISTORY UNTIL MORNING!!!!!!

You wake up in the morning with serious back and jaw pain, while Kaiser is practically glowing from last night.

[unifycurlyfry]

ibuki is the type to miss social cues and also rarely ever thinks something is tmi.

like kaz in his too scared to initiate anything era. they are all eating breakfast together and kazuichi is staring down at the table, blushing as he’s slowly trying to creep his hand over to ibuki’s under the table, and when he finally does he looks away from her flustered as hell and his heart pumping and ibuki is widely smiling at him and announces way too loudly “awe kazzy can hold ibuki’s hand!” and he wants to kill himself LMFAO

or kaz growing the confidence to send ibuki a little riskay text whilst at a social function with the others, and ibuki loudly says “why did you text me i’m right here?” giving it away and his face heats up.

i think kaz has a little conversation with her about having *some* privacy in their relationship (they generally aren’t a very secluded couple at all) once she yaps about their bed activities to nagito. “i know you guys are like- best friends and all, but i don’t need him knowing about my performance!”

she obviously respects that boundary of his afterwards. still, it’s a little fun to make him blush in front of everyone about the small things.

[madmanwonder]

Sequel to this

Prompt

Jaune is so disappointed at Marrow. Not because he is dating Winter since he supports that... but he kept it from him. They were supposed to be bros and Jaune wouldn't do that! That is until the knight gets a voice mail from Harriet... who refers to herself as his Thicclet and talks about the night that they had last night. The more she talks about it the more Marrow is staring at this hypocrite.

(Caught) (Implied Sex)

"What the hell bro,?" Jaune said with great dissapointment, looking at his brother-all-but-blood-and-name. "How can you hide you are dating Winter from me."

"Jaune. Let me explain-" Marrow tried to explain with a nervous look on his face.

"We support to be bros and bros don't keep secret from each oth-"

Jaune Ringtone: "Booty by Jennifer Lopez"

Jaune whole face turned ashen-white when he heard the familiar ringtone. "Oh...shit." Jaune took out his phone and tried to stop his voicemail but was too late.

[Jaune Voicemail]

[Hiya Knight. It me, your Thicclet. I tried calling and texting you to thank you for rocking my world last night but you didn't answer my tex or call so I did a voicemail to thank you for making it hard to walk around Atlas and making me skip breakfast, lunch and dinner due how much you filled with your-]

Marrow eyebrow slowly raised until it reach his hair as he looked at the paling, red-faced knight who was looking at his scroll in horror and humiliation.

"...You damn hypocrite."

[mirrors-for-princes]

Light walks into the office, cranky and tense. He snaps at Matsuda to move out of the way, making his way to his cubicle and sitting in his chair with a bit more force than necessary.

Matsuda turns to his coworker Naomi and says in a lowered tone, "Jeez, what's his deal?"

Naomi responds dryly. "He's probably like that because he hasn't been laid in a while."

The two snicker, holding in their laughs.

A few feet away, L turns to look at them curiously, looking thoughtful, as if something just crossed his mind.

The next day Light arrives in surprisingly good spirits, this time greeting Matsuda with a chipper tone and a smile. And also, quite strangely, Light seems to be favoring one leg, his gait slightly off.

Naomi and Matsuda look at the other confused.

L smiles into his cup.

[luminarytex]

eepers after a long night

[embryoblast]

Little doodle of the end of chap 4 of foggynites fic on AO3 drop them bones! ^⁠_⁠^

[therealmofamorus]

(Prompt, Original AU, Clone AU) Yang, how do you feel about Beiye, who was cloned from your severed, and her relationship with Jaune? I know it seems like looking into a screwed-up reflection.

SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~!

"The amount of anger and disgust I felt toward my clone is unimaginable," Yang replied in a deathly calm voice, her indigo eyes turned into a furious shade of red as she glared at the door to her team dorm.

SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~!

"Fuck me my Glorious Stud~! Fuck my tight pussy like the whore-doll I am~!" Shouted the guttural and lustful voice of Beiye Xiao Long from the inside of Team RWBY dorm.

SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~! SMACK~!

"I do know one thing. I am going to kill that fucking slut if I see Jaune and her jizz on my bedsheets" Yang clenched her fist so hard that she could feel her nails pierce the skin of her palm. Her rage was comparable to a erupting volcano.