#self indulgence let's goooo

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💜 Kazuya Mishima SFW Alphabet 💜

This is extremely self-indulgent, I'm not gonna lie. This man has been on my mind 24/7 recently, so I just couldn’t help but write a ton (I actually had to shorten it because it came out waaay too long)! Because I’m a fluff maniac, I made sure this was jam-packed with wholesomeness. Hope you like it!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Kazuya is definitely not the most affectionate, at least not initially. It takes a long time for him to feel comfortable giving or receiving any sort of affection. Gentle physical touch is not something he’s used to, so he’ll tense up whenever you give him a hug or plant a kiss on his cheek. However, the longer you're together and the more you show your love for him, he'll get more comfortable and reciprocate. With Kazuya, all gestures of affection are small, simple, and given in private. He’ll frequently give you hugs or quick pecks on the forehead while you’re at home, but he’ll almost never do any of this in public. Though every so often, if you're talking to a friend or coworker of yours, he'll come up behind you and put an arm around your waist. It's subtle, but really sweet coming from Kazuya.

B = Best Friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Kazuya doesn't really have friends, aside from maybe Bruce or Anna. He intentionally keeps most people away from him, so the fact that you managed to achieve friendship status is a lucky blessing. As a best friend, you and him would be a dynamic duo. The friendship would probably start at G Corporation, with you either being an executive of some sort or one of the lab workers running tests on him. As an executive, you’d probably run into him at business meetings. As a lab worker, you’d get the pleasure of seeing him every day, checking his vitals and making sure everything ran smoothly. Either way, the two of you would end up having many conversations, becoming best friends over time. At work, you two always get straight to the point, being as productive as possible. While he still retains his grumpy nature, he'd be more casual around you, maybe even cracking jokes once in a while with his signature frown still plastered on his face. It's strange seeing him try at humor while still looking very serious, but for you, it makes it funnier. The most important thing about your friendship, however, is that both of you can rely on each other for anything. Kazuya knows that you're the only person he can shoulder his burdens with, the only one who cares deeply for him. He feels comfortable opening up to you and only you, and he wants you to feel the same with him. If you ever need anything, whether it's a cup of coffee or a shoulder to cry on, he's there for you.

C = Comfort (How do they comfort you? Are they good at it, or are they kinda awkward? How do they like to be comforted?)

If he sees you upset, his first instinct is to launch a whole bunch of questions onto you, asking you what happened and why you're upset. Kazuya is only trying to help, but the way he does so can be pretty overwhelming and difficult to handle. But this won't last long, as he'll quickly notice how distressed you are and figure out that you need comfort. He will give you the biggest hug, lay you down next to him, and hold you until you feel better. Kazuya is pretty good at comforting, unless you need some input from him. Giving advice is not his strong suit, but he’ll try his best for you. When it comes to comforting him, it can be kind of difficult. Much like affection, comfort is an alien concept to Kazuya. At first, he’ll shrug off any attempt you make, but over time, he’ll realize that sometimes even he needs a hug every once and a while. Speaking of which, hugs are the best way to comfort him. Holding him is the quickest way to make him feel better after a tough and stressful day. You don't even have to say anything. Your presence alone is comforting enough.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He'd definitely want to settle down with you at some point. After everything he's gone through, a steady, secluded life with you sounds ideal. But beware—this man has never had to cook in his life. Growing up, he's always had servants to do it for him. Even in his later years, G Corporation supplied him with food and shelter in return for his services. When he took over the company, he made enough money to hire personal chefs and dine at fancy restaurants every night. If you give him a cookbook, he might not fare too badly, but don't expect a high-quality meal. In terms of cleaning, your shared living space will be spotless. Kazuya prefers to keep his spaces neat and tidy. In his mind, a clean environment is a healthy one (not to mention Heihachi totally would've beat him for making a mess when he was a kid; he won't admit it, but the trauma is still there).

E = Ending (If they had to break up with you, how would they do it?)

He would only end things if he felt it was too dangerous to continue the relationship. Kazuya would become colder around you than usual. He wouldn't pay much attention to you, he would walk away if you try to give him affection, and whenever you ask him what's wrong, he won't answer you. Eventually, when you feel like you've reached your limit, he'll sit down with you and explain that he thinks it's best that you don't see each other anymore. He'd end it in the most blunt, stoic way possible, but deep down, it hurts him to have to do this. Kazuya loves you deeply, and he wouldn't be able to live with himself if something were to happen to you because you were with him.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Originally, marriage was something he didn’t want to consider. The thought of committing to someone was something he was averse to. But the more time he spent with you, the more it dawned on him that marriage meant much more than he’d previously imagined. It would take years for Kazuya to even think about getting married. With him, it requires a lot of time to build trust in someone, especially in a partner. But once you've completely earned his trust, he'll be ready to make a commitment.

G = Gentle (How tender are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, he's as careful with you as possible. Kazuya knows he's strong, and he worries he might somehow hurt you by accident. Sometimes, you have to remind him that you're a human being and not a glass vase. Emotionally, he's hard as a rock. He's very serious and keeps his emotions under a tough, protective shell. With enough time and patience, however, Kazuya will eventually soften up and bring his walls down around you.

H = Hugs n' Cuddles (Do they like hugs/cuddles? What are they like? How often do they happen?)

He won’t like them initially, but that will change the more you expose him to it. With guidance and a whole lot of love, he’ll find that he really enjoys hugging and cuddling you! His hugs are the absolute best! Considering how tall and muscular he is, it's easy for him to engulf you into a heartfelt embrace. Plus, he's always super warm for some reason, so you get the added benefit of having your own personal heater! His cuddles are pretty much the same way. Kazuya loves it when you're lying together, and your head is resting on his chest while his arms are draped over you. One way or another, he will have his arm (or arms) wrapped around you, making you feel safe and protected. Expect hugs and cuddles to happen every evening and every night as you two fall asleep. He's very busy during the day, so when he comes home from work, all he wants to do is indulge in your presence.

I = I Love You (How quickly do they tell you they love you?)

Like with most other things, it takes years for him to tell you this. Even after he puts all of his trust in you, it's still difficult for him to vocalize his feelings. Because of this, Kazuya usually shows his love through acts of service or, later on, gift-giving and physical touch. However, he'll eventually come to the realization that words are just as important. Sometimes people just need to hear that someone cares for them. He knows he sure did. At that point, he makes a mental note to say those three words next time he sees you, and when he does, he'll pour his whole heart into it.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they're jealous?)

Unfortunately, Kazuya can get pretty jealous, but it's not because he thinks someone else will whisk you away with some sweet words and a rose. In fact, it's the exact opposite. He's worried someone will take you and cause you pain or discomfort. He trusts you, but he doesn't trust anyone else. If he's around, he'll stand right next to you and put an arm around your waist, keeping a close eye on both you and the other person. He'll introduce himself as your significant other and will quietly attend whatever conversation you're having. If he notices any signs of discomfort from you, he'll give you a reassuring squeeze and guide you away from them. And if the other person dares to make snide remarks toward you, or even worse, lay a hand on you, they will be facing the wrath of the Mishima. The Iron Fist of Darkness does not mess around when it comes to someone harassing the love of his life. He doesn't care who they are; he will Electric Wind God Fist their heads in, if necessary.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

The nature of his kisses largely depends on his mood. If he's feeling happy, he'll give you a quick little peck. If he's feeling calm or relaxed, the kisses will be slower, longer, and sweeter. When Kazuya is angry or in a more spicy mood, they'll become sloppy and primal, fueled by passion and desire. He likes kissing you on the forehead and on the lips. The forehead is nice and easily accessible, perfect for quick pecks. Meanwhile, the lips are saved for more intimate kisses, since he feels he can show more love with lip kisses than any other type. If both of you are in a pretty spicy mood, however, he'll immediately go for the neck. But no matter what mood he’s in though, Kazuya loves it when you kiss his scars. It reminds him that you love him, even after all he’s been through.

L = Little Ones (How are they around children and what are their thoughts on them?)

Kazuya doesn't really spend time around children, nor does he have any particular thoughts on them. If he interacts with a kid, he's very indifferent and blunt about everything, no matter how the kid may act. Children are children, nothing more. They're tiny, innocent people who have a lot of life left to experience. Sometimes, kids will remind him of a fond time with his mother, or will make himself wish he'd had a regular childhood, but he'll shake all of that off quickly. All in all, he doesn't have much of an opinion on children. In terms of having children with you, that's when he starts getting emotionally conflicted. If you want to have children with him, then he wants to make you happy, but at the same time, he worries that they might end up like the last one. Kazuya hates the idea of two Jins potentially walking the Earth; he's already got his hands full with one, the last thing he needs is another.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Kazuya gets up early, since he needs to be at work for a certain time. That, and sometimes he just goes to work early because he doesn't trust most of the goons working at G Corporation. Since he likes holding you while you sleep, he makes sure you're awake before he has to get up. He'd feel bad about moving you off of him while you were still asleep, especially if that caused you to have a rude awakening. So, to keep you as peaceful as possible, Kazuya will wake you up by giving you a kiss on the forehead, and if that doesn't work, he'll kiss your lips. It wakes you up just enough to shuffle yourself off of him, but not to the point where you couldn't fall back asleep again if you wanted to. For breakfast, he usually just makes a protein shake and leaves, but if you're up and want to cook him something, he'd deeply appreciate it. As much as Kazuya likes protein shakes, it's nice to eat something else every once in a while, especially if it's as special as a homemade meal from his lover. Make sure to feed him a lot of protein, though. Kazuya needs to retain his physique somehow.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Unless there's some sort of work event or party he has to go to, nights with Kazuya are always about unwinding and relaxing from the stress of the day. No matter what, your conversations always start with the day's events and how you two are feeling. From there, you and him will talk about whatever comes to mind, whether it be some crazy thing on the news or something as mundane as work. Once you both have eaten dinner, you'll settle down on the couch, put on the TV, and just indulge in each other's company. It's simple, but it never fails to relax you. When you guys get ready for bed, you'll cuddle up close to him as he wraps both of his arms around you. If either one has any last-minute things they want to talk about, then the other is all ears. If not, or once all has been said, you'll kiss each other goodnight and fall asleep quickly, the soothing presence of one another helping you sleep soundly.

O = Open (At what point would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or take their time with it?)

On the first couple dates, he'll reveal all of the simple stuff. What he likes, what he dislikes, what his hobbies are, all of the basics. Once you've been together for a couple months, Kazuya will start revealing some more details about himself, like his rivalry with Heihachi, experiences from the King of Iron Fist Tournament, and faint, happy memories with his mother and grandfather. These small, ordinary things will be spread periodically throughout the first few months of your relationship. After that point, he’ll stop for a little while. When it’s been a little over a year, Kazuya will randomly sit down with you one night, calmly saying there are some things he’d like to explain. He’d then proceed to spill everything. He'll tell you why he hates his father so much. He'll tell you about his adopted brother and the abuse they underwent together. He'll tell you the truth behind his lineage, about the horrifying trait that is the Devil Gene. As calmly as possible, Kazuya will unveil all of it. Well, almost all of it. There are some secrets he feels he must withhold in order to keep you safe.

P = Patience (How patient are they?)

Kazuya is not the most patient person in the world. When it comes to work, he has very little patience for mistakes, overdue tasks, or incompetence of any sort. He's cutthroat and gets straight to the point. You can't beat around the bush with him. With you, however, he's a little more forbearing. He knows and cares for you a lot more than his subordinates, so it's a little easier for him to tolerate your mistakes. If Kazuya does begin to lose patience with you, he tries his best to keep a level head. Luckily for you, you can't even tell he's impatient half the time because he looks grumpy on a regular basis.

Q = Quizzes (How much do they remember about you? Do they remember every detail or kinda forget everything?)

Kazuya has a remarkable memory. If he was able to remember stuff from before the age of five, he'll definitely remember a lot about you. When it comes to you, he remembers every detail, as well as every moment you've shared together vividly. Before, he used to hate the fact that he had such a good memory, as every traumatic event he's experienced is still crystal clear in his mind. But honestly, meeting you has changed his perspective on it. Nowadays, he couldn't be more grateful.

R = Remember (What is one of the most important moments of your relationship?)

The most important moment of your relationship was definitely when Kazuya opened up to you about the more serious topics of his past. That moment was the most truthful he'd ever been to anyone, and the most vulnerable he'd ever been in his entire life. That night pretty much sealed the deal for him when it came to whether or not he could trust you. On top of that, he gained a whole new admiration for you. Not that he didn’t admire you before, but seeing how determined you were, promising to help him out and fight alongside him, added fuel to his fire.

S = Security (How protective are they and how would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Kazuya is definitely protective, sometimes to the point where it might be a little overbearing. He'll want to be around you as much as he can, and when he can't be, he'll appoint G Corp soldiers to watch over you while he's gone. He'll want to be introduced to your friends so he knows that you hang out with people who are safe and reliable. His number one concern will be your safety, especially as long as Heihachi and Jin are alive. He means no ill intent, but there are times where you have to tell him to dial it down a bit. Once you tell him this, he'll realize that maybe he worries a little too much. Just a little, though. Kazuya doesn't want you to protect him for two reasons. First, he knows that he can protect himself and, although he finds it admirable, doesn't feel it's necessary. Second, he doesn't want you putting yourself in danger. In a dangerous situation, he'd rather you save yourself than risk your life to protect him. Kazuya would rather die knowing you're alive than live having watched you die.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, etc?)

It’s needless to say that this man will pamper you to no end. He knows your likes and dislikes like he knows the back of his hand. Dates, anniversaries, gifts, and the like would all center around things that you enjoy, or that hold significance to you. For a date, he’ll take you out to that one restaurant you loved when you were a kid and gladly let you order everything on the menu. For your anniversary, he’ll whisk you away to your favorite vacation destination. Is there something you've always wanted, but were never able to have? Kazuya will get it for you. And of course, he’d always ask for your input. If there’s somewhere specific you want to go for dinner, he’s already booked a reservation. Want to go out for a scenic drive? Hop in the car, sweetheart, it’s already warmed up for you. Screw it, he doesn’t care if that giant teddy bear in the store display is 300 bucks, he’ll still get it because of the way your eyes lit up when you saw it. There isn’t a thing he wouldn’t do to keep you happy, especially after all you’ve done for him. In his mind, you deserve it.

U = Ugly (What are some bad habits of theirs?)

He has a bad habit of closing himself off. It's difficult to communicate with him because he just can't get himself to open up sometimes. It's like his default setting is to hold everything in and keep others from seeing it. Also, Kazuya has trusted you with a lot of his secrets, but there are times where you can't shake the feeling that there's something else he hasn't told you...

V = Values (What do they value in a partner?)

Kazuya values someone who is kind and patient, but also strong-willed and determined. Someone like this would earn his respect quickly, as very few have a balanced mix of these traits. All of these remind him of his mother, who was a bright spot for him amidst some horrible times. Kindness and patience weren’t shown to him much growing up, so when it was, it was deeply appreciated. Kazuya may seem apathetic, but deep down, forbearance and tenderness are never taken for granted. More often than not, someone with strong will and determination is loyal to whatever or whoever they believe in. It’s reassuring to know that someone has your back, especially when everyone who’s supposed to be close to you is actually out to tear you to pieces.

W = Wedding (How are they on the big day? How do they help plan it out? Are they emotional or stoic?)

On the outside, Kazuya would be his usual stern self. But on the inside, he'd be freaking out. Like holy hell, this is actually happening. He can't believe it. Kazuya will help with everything he can. Every part of a relationship is a team effort, and weddings are no different. He wants to shoulder the responsibility as much as he can and will ask for your input to make it perfect for both of you. Throughout the ceremony, Kazuya looks pretty composed on the outside. But on the inside, he is barely holding himself together. The sight of you alone has him weak in the knees.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them)

If you fall asleep on him, he'll gently scoop you up into his arms and carry you to bed. Sometimes, he’ll secretly hope that you fall asleep on him just so he can carry you. Other times, he’ll just do it regardless of whether you’re awake or not, and he won’t take no for an answer.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they can't stand, both in a partner and in general?)

He can't stand anyone who is oblivious and can't follow simple directions. His patience is not the greatest, so he'd get irritated easily with someone like that. He also can't stand whining. It's like nails on a chalkboard to him.

Z = Zzz (What are some sleep habits of theirs?)

Kazuya does not move at all when he sleeps. If you weren’t lying right next to him, you’d think he was dead. When he lies down, he always stays on his back and keeps his arms around you. Once he falls asleep, he stays exactly like that for the rest of the night. He doesn't snore, he doesn't talk in his sleep, he doesn't do anything. He just lays there until morning comes. He's a moderate sleeper, heavy enough so that he doesn't jolt at the slightest noise but light enough to awaken if you shake him.

Can you tell I love Kazuya? Hopefully, I made it clear enough 💜.

[wishingstarinajar]

I think Megatron and your fc are cute. Big and small are always cute. Will you draw them more?

You're in luck, Anon! Thanks to your Ask, I went into my WIP folder and slapped some colors on a silly "meme" sketch I drew during a minor art block!

Enjoy!

Includes a bonus Pummel (@stankychee) xD

[wannaeatramyeon]

Word quantity: high. Word quality: low. You have been warned.

Goo Kim x Reader: School Days with Princess & the Delinquent

Chapter 10 - Please read chapter 1 first!

Index: Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Epilogue

Graduation day is filled with cheers and tears from the rest of your classmates.

Students and parents mingling and celebrating together. Cliques and groups hugging and bidding goodbye to each other and hello to the next stage of their lives.

Impossibly lonely even in the sea of bodies and your forced cheer making you surlier as the hours crawl by, you leave your parents and friends to their own devices. Reject invites to parties and final hurrahs with a strained smile. 

Up on the rooftop, you sit in solitude as the sun sets.

(It’s a shame that you’ve gotten so close to Goo, because he has left a mark everywhere. All the places you frequent are filled with memories of him. You can’t escape.)

You watch the final group of stragglers leave school. Swaying and singing happily. Drunk on happiness or something stronger you don’t know and don’t care.

Maybe you should be feeling more about never seeing some of these people again, and yes, you’re thankful for your friends rallying around you in the last couple months yet your heart hangs heavy.

You think about what university will bring. New experiences, new friends, new love. It should be exciting but-

Your emotional battery is depleted. 

Continues to deplete every day as you look for a tall frame and blonde hair and a smile that only reaches their eyes when they look at you. 

A voice that cuts through the rest of the humdrum, loud and crass and a touch manic. 

Words you know you should never trust, that worms its way into your heart anyway. 

And a nickname, just for you-

‘Princess.’

It’s been months though you can hear him as clear as day.

“Princess?” A voice calls out again. Have you missed him so much you start hearing things? Are you so delirious with your sadness, about being ghosted that your mind has conjured up a perfect echo?

The bleached hair, sharp eyes behind glasses and sardonic smile moves into your line of vision.

As if he hasn’t disappeared for months, as if he just said be right back and gone away for 10 minutes. He gives you a little wave. Casual as anything. Waggling his fingers like you’re supposed to find it cute.

“Goo Kim?”

“That’s me!” he says, approaching you with a spring in his step.

You know this could never be a figment of your imagination. You could never imagine this full complexity of Goo Kim; anything your brain dreams of is just a pale imitation of the real thing. You can never fully capture the confident strut, the way his lips lifts and reveals a faint dimple, the long elegant fingers adjusting his glasses, the way the breeze catches his hair. 

You’ve thought about him so much that now seeing him with all his layers, all his charms, completely dazzles and blinds you.

Discomfort overwhelms Goo the closer he gets, finds the front harder to put up.

He’s missed you. 

Had hoped that absence didn’t make the heart grow fonder and much preferring out of sight, out of mind. 

It’s a loss he had allowed to rest and soak into his bones, thinking that that was the way to deal with these frivolous sentiments. Tried to lick his wounds and patch it up with money. Thought he had gotten used to it; could happily live with it as long as he achieved the lifestyle to match his ambition.

Goo didn’t realise exactly how much he missed you, how much his soul aches at not seeing you, hearing you, touching you until you’re standing right there.

He doesn’t know what to do with all this.

Goo stops within arms reach and you both stare. Taking each other in. A classic smirk painted on his face and disbelief on yours. 

How had you become so entangled? You were supposed to be like oil and water.

“Bastard,” is all you manage as tears spring to your eyes and nostrils burn. You avert your gaze, dropping it to the floor, ashamed at your outburst. 

That he is the same as ever, unruffled and nonchalant, and you are vulnerable and weak.

You try to quiet your sniffles by biting your lip, try to not bring your hand to your face to wipe your tears. That would make it obvious.

(Like it isn’t already.)

If you stand there and don’t make a move, don’t make a sound, then you can fade into the background, becoming invisible and Goo wouldn’t know the effect he has had on you.

A firm hand gives you an awkward pat on the head, and then with a gentleness that makes your heart hurt, pulls your body against his and into his arms.

“Who’s making you cry?” Goo makes a strained effort to inject levity and amusement into his tone to hide his own emotions “Tell me and I’ll beat them up.”

Even so, his voice cracks at the last word. 

Like a rupture of a dam, your arms come up around his neck and you let your tears flow.

“Ugh! Do you know how expensive this coat is?!” His actions don't match up to his words, just holding you tighter to him.

An unsuspecting wet laugh bubbles up and out. This is the least of what he deserves. You hope it stains and never washes out.

You wipe your eyes and rub your nose on his clothing with no remorse. 

And you know, being here in his arms, that it feels like you’re letting Goo off easy.

You have so much rage and so much mistrust that you don’t know where to start. You have so many questions and you want to demand so many answers. 

Yet him appearing in the here and now doesn’t feel like a coincidence. You can hear the clock ticking, counting down the borrowed time together.

As you rest your head on his shoulder, smelling the expensive cologne but with the undertone that is distinctly Goo, you wonder what to ask first, to say first.

You rummage through your mind, picking through your grief and heartache, searching how you can put into words the explanations you need right here right now so you don’t have to live with regret and what-ifs forever.

The buzzing in your brain quiets then disappears, and you think you’re ready.

There’s a lot you know about Goo Kim. You don’t need him to recount his feelings for you. His actions and behaviour during your brief time together make it clear.

Instead-

A bitter question that you need to resolve.

To know if you should treat this as closure and move on. Or if there is any hope.

“Is this goodbye?” 

You’re not sure if Goo can hear you, your voice thick with tears and muffled against his neck, but his body stills and you feel it.

He hums, deliberating over your words. The subtle and intimate vibrations of his throat reverberates through you too.

Goo doesn’t know.

Really. This is messy enough as it is and will only get messier. Probably too messy, too dangerous and resulting only in more heartache. For you, for him, for both.

You’ll be a weakness, a fatal soft spot that he has no use for. A flaw with bright flashing arrow heads for enemies to target.

But the need to see you today, a final farewell on your graduation overrode everything else.

(Gun only gave him a knowing glance when he announced he was taking a personal day in a tone that left no room for argument)

This visit was supposed to close a very bizarre chapter in his life. 

Post-juvie and pre-HNH.

A stop gap, a temporary distraction.

Just a last little bit of novel normalcy before Goo’s life is upturned forever. Onto much better and much bigger things.

Yet.

Here you are.

Entering in his life when he needed you the least but wanted you the most.

You.

Resembling more and more like lightning in a bottle. A once in a lifetime opportunity. Too good to pass up.  

And here Goo is.

He can’t give you up. Only a fool would do so without seeing how it plays out.

Goo doesn’t know why he’s still thinking about it.

The fact he is here at all is answer enough.

Releasing a breath, he tells you “No.” 

“No?”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“Oh.”

You let his word, that single syllable sit with you.

Settle into your body. Grow familiar with what it means.

No.

You’re not sure if the no is for right now or for forever. You think this is good enough. You think you can live with any future heartache if you can spend more time with Goo now. 

Live in the present and all that.

“Princess?” At his questioning tone, you turn to look at him.

Goo takes in your pink nose, the tear tracks running down your cheeks, your red eyes; he sees everything he has felt for you reflected in your face.

You study his features, refamiliarising yourself. You always knew Goo Kim was handsome, but now he seems ethereal. Wearing an expression you haven’t seen before, a look in his eyes that seems wilder than ever and a face that is absolutely enamoured. 

Goo brings his hand up to wipe away the last of your tears, running it along your jaw then thumb brushing over your cheek.

“I’ve wondered about this for so long,” he murmurs, leaning close, pressing your body fully along his. Until he didn’t know where his ended and yours began.

Closer and closer he inches, until you're everything he sees, until he can only feel your breath mingling with his, until there is no space left between your lips and his.

He kisses, at first gentle and cautious, before finally pouring in all of himself.

He kisses in a way that is purely Goo Kim, a little feral, a little teasing and a lot fun.

When you both finally break apart, it clicks into place.

This is everything Goo has been searching for.

[space-writes]

grind

Obedience | E | Ashenivir/Rizeth | 1290 words

Tags: Modern AU, D/s, Dirty Talk, Trans Male Character, Grinding, Thigh riding, Established Relationsip, t-dick/clit referred to as cock

Summary:

Be a good boy and ride your Master’s thigh, won’t you? Written for twoof @absurdthirst’s kinktober 2024 prompts: ‘thigh riding’ + ‘dirty talk’.

[ID - a decorative divider]

“You should go home.”

“Mm-hm.”

“I know for a fact you have a lecture this morning.”

“That’s later. Much, much later.”

Ashenivir moved his mouth up from Rizeth’s bare chest to his neck. The fact that one of Rizeth’s hands was still on the small of his back and the other was sunk deep in the early-morning tangles of his hair undercut every protest. No, he hadn’t meant to stay the night, he never did, and yet it kept happening. Hence his being in Rizeth’s lap, on Rizeth’s sofa, in Rizeth’s living room at seven-thirty am, instead of alone and miserable in his own bed across town.

He nipped at Rizeth’s ear. A low, warning hum came in response. “Behave.”

“Don’t want to.”

“And what exactly do you want?”

Ashenivir shifted his weight to grind deliberately against the hardness he could already feel through the striped fabric of Rizeth’s pyjamas. “To ride you again.”

Rizeth put a hand to his throat—not choking, just holding, in the way he did that had a tendency to shut down most of Ashenivir’s higher thought processes. “You want an orgasm, and that is all you want. You are not thinking of any pleasure but your own, as per usual.”

“No,” Ashenivir tried. Rizeth arched an eyebrow. “Maybe.”

“Absolutely.” Rizeth took him by the waist and lifted him until he was straddling one thigh. “Fortunately for you, my little brat, I have a certain fondness for your pleasure.”

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Fairweather

Part 1 - All good and terrible things start with the words "I need a job"

This one shot is set in the Cardinal Sins universe. No prior reading or knowledge is required.

POV: First Person

Genres: Fantasy, adventure, romance.

Rating and warnings for the whole fic: 18 (violence, some mild gore once or twice, one detailed sex scene, and one not-so detailed sex scene). By clicking "Read More" you confirm you are at least 18 years of age, and willing to read the above topics.

Warnings for this part: N/A

Word Count: 1742

Synopsis: A man looking for work joins the crew of The Kelpie on an expedition, only to become fascinated with the elusive captain who keeps her face covered at all times. He recounts the tale of their journey together, and the weird and wonderful things he encountered whilst at sea.

I was in need of a job.

That’s the way things go, isn’t it – you find yourself with your life changed, it always starts with ‘well I went for this job.’

At that time in my life I was falling from job to job all the time. Short term contracts were no good for comfort but I never had much trouble finding more work once I had a foot in the door. The agency I was at did a fair good job at making sure I always had some money coming in. Almost a pity they treated us like cattle.

I wanted something new that wasn’t being stuck inside some dusty factory or warehouse. I don’t think I knew that when I saw the job posted, but I do now, I needed something different. I didn’t even know if I’d be any good on the sea but I was always that sort of bloke – I’ll never know until I try – sometimes it works to my favour and others it doesn’t.

Anyway, that’s how I had the strangest few months of my life.

When I got to the ship (The Kelpie, she was called) I was greeted by an odd man. Tall, with slicked-back hair and half-moon glasses. He looked like an academic of sorts, dressed all neatly in a fancy waistcoat and slacks. I asked if he were the captain and he frowned at me as though I’d offended him.

“No,” he spoke with that distinct firmness, you know the sort, bosses around and doesn’t get bossed around “…she’s through there,” then he turned away, fishing in his pocket for something. I didn’t stick around to see what.

The first time I met Fairweather, the captain of The Kelpie, I had many questions that would only keep doubling from that moment.

Firstly, every inch of her was suffocated in clothes. I’d met women before who dressed oddly or differently, in my trade most of the women would dress as the men. This was different to that, everything from her head to her hands to her feet was entirely covered in thick, black leather – the durable sort. I supposed it made sense, really, his is a trade that requires durability.

What unnerved me most was the mask. Black and shaped like a raven – the beak protruding outwards and the eye-holes clouded in unsettling blackness. I couldn’t see her face nor her expression, bu I imagine to this day that even then she was amused by me.

“I’m here about the job post,” I managed out, trying not to show that I was caught off guard by her attire “…what’s uh…what’s the mask for?”

To this day I can remember the first time she laughed, right then, the first sound she had made since I stepped into her quarters. My body had felt like a spring releasing, unwinding from knots that I hadn’t even known I had.

There was something musical about it, something enchanting.

“I like how it looks,” she shrugs, lifting her chin a little, “…plus, the witch doctors had the right idea about blocking out smells, and ships don’t smell too good after about a week.”

Odd, but I accepted the explanation with a nod.

“Have you worked on a ship before?” She asks.

“No, I’ve worked in warehouses and factories most,” She bows her head into an exaggerated nod, perhaps used to over compensating for the fact that people can’t see her face.

“Working on a ship is a lot different to working on land, you’ll be on here for months, if you don’t like the crew, you’re stuck here, if you don’t like the job, you’re stuck here, and if you find out two days in that you get sick at sea…you’re stuck here.”

I should have heeded the latter warning with a bit more consideration, I’d find out later.

“That’s all right, I’m no stranger to being in situations I hate,” I offered her a tired sort of grin, wondering if she can see the bruises on the side of my face and the scars all up my arms. Work is just work, I’d learned to tell myself a very long time ago, you suffer, you eat, and that’s just life.

“Alright,” she nodded, sitting down, “…and how are you with the law?”

My expression must have betrayed me, because she laughed again.

“Good,” she snorts, “…we’re not running anything particularly illegal this time around, but if you happen to see a wanted poster with my name on it…”

“I’ll look the other way.”

‘Is this a pirate ship?’ I thought to myself, a twist of excitement lingering in my knotting stomach. Now, I’d never fancied myself an outlaw, I wasn’t – and still aren’t – a fast runner, but working on a ship with a wanted woman, well that’s just something a person shouldn’t pass up on.

“Good man,” I could hear the grin in her voice, a pleasant sort of strain. She turns to open a drawer. “Can you read?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Captain will do,” she snorts, “…I’m fairly young by my family’s standards,” she places down a few papers, “…give that a read, read it carefully, it’s your contract.”

I took the papers in my hands and began to read, it was all standard things, usual words in their usual order. Except that there was a small clause at the bottom, detailing how the journey will contain knowledge of confidential and sensitive information that shouldn’t be shared outside the crew. I wondered, maybe for the first time, where I was intended to be going and when I’d return. I imagine most crews feel the same. But it occurred to me then that I hadn’t even considered that; then there was the feeling that I just didn’t care.

“Are you self-employed?” She asks, as I sign the piece of paper and hand her my life for the next few months.

“Currently, yes.”

“Good, that’s easier, you’ll receive your wages at the end of each month, usually just before we dock for re-supply so you can have a gander around a town and stretch your legs, treat yourself.” She slides over another piece of paper, “…you may want to leave your next of kin and a contact address, in case anything goes awry…though I will do my best to protect you against the seas and her creatures.”

I haphazardly scribbled the name of my neighbour – a young woman we called Red, due to the bright orange of her hair – who may have been the only person that I saw regularly. I wanted someone to know I died, if I did, it’s only right, I thought.

“And food, water-”

“All provided, you will share a room with another crew member, but otherwise I try to make it as comfortable as possible – I don’t like my crew mates in discontent, though I do like you working.” I could hear her smile again, and any stressors began to ease. She seemed more focused, calmer, than the hot-headed men in suits I was used to chaining my days to.

“Who’s the fancy lad outside?” I wondered aloud.

“My contractor,” she slid a box of cigarettes from the drawer and placed it on the wooden desk, “-he’s harmless, but a real sourpuss, still, he’s paying all our wages, so...”

I nodded, unsure what else to add. Generally, I feel unease around men who can afford tailored suits, and he didn’t half look out of place, but, she was right, money’s money. “Thank you,” I stood, sliding the contract back over to her.

“Thank you, and welcome aboard.”

I shook her hand and turned to leave, a feeling of deep trouble and joyous excitement already beginning to brew.

--

The Kelpie was as I expected a ship to be.

After a little chat with some friends I hadn’t seen in a while – on the chance I didn’t come back – and boarding the ship, I found my footing fairly easily. The hardest part was loading the barrels on, me and some others piled everything into storage, up and down until I started to feel the ache crumbling my shoulders. But it wasn’t too bad, not too large of a ship, not too large of a crew, and not too many mouths to feed.

Once we were on the ship, there wasn’t much to do. I could have a lie down if I wanted, as long as I got up when I was called for. We played card games, drank, kept our eyes peeled just in case. “We’re not pirates,” Fairweather had stressed “…not right now, anyway – either way there are still pirates out here, or worse, the English.”

Days turned to weeks without a hitch. In the first week my seasickness began to alleviate, I grew used to the lull of the waves. In the second, I started to enjoy being on the sea. It was peaceful, nothing like the factories or the dusty asbestos-filled warehouses. Unlike any employer I’d had before, Fairweather did her best to make sure the crew were content. I suppose it’s not a nice place to die, out at sea, with no one to hear you scream.

Mostly, she kept to herself, though, the oddity that she was. She never took down the mask, and at night she locked her quarters with several locks. I wondered if maybe it was a convict thing at the time. If the law was after me, I’d be a little restless too, wanting to keep my face hidden. That’s what I reasoned anyway – I was never given an indication for otherwise.

At night, whilst we gambled, the other crew mates gossiped between them. One said ‘she’s horribly disfigured, and covers her face to hide the scars.’ Another said that he was told ‘she was cursed at birth and has the face of a bird.’ A woman tipsy on the grog giggled and said ‘the captain is a demon sent to drown them all at sea.’

I said they were all full of shit.

For the most part, I didn’t care why she wore a mask. Curious, sure, but it didn’t matter much. She fed us, she gave us drinks, she let us breathe; most of us weren’t ever getting a deal this good ever again. She could’ve been shooting down ships without mercy and I’d  have been inclined to say I’d still work for her. I’ve seen what the cruelties this world can offer first hand, and this woman did not seem so inclined to it.

--

So, for the first month at sea, things were okay, time passed, we worked, we rested, we got our paycheck and spent more of it than we should have at the first town we stopped at.

It wasn’t until we set sail again, heading somewhere north into territory I wasn’t sure I could point at on a map, that things changed. That was when Fairweather really struck my interest.

I think she would’ve struck anyone’s interest, anyone that saw her. But I knew the first time I really saw her that my life would never be the same again.

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Pairing: Charles Leclerc x flightattendant!Gf!Reader

Genre: SMAU- Social Media.

Warning(s): use of Yn

Synopsis: Charles seems down when he gets to the paddock without his gf who couldn’t make it due to work…

A/n: a little self indulgent as I’m on a plane for the first time since I was a kid so I’m using this as a coping method 😭👍

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Gossip_grid Charles looking down before the Monaco Grand Prix 🇲🇨 today as his long-term girlfriend Yn is away for work.

MotherYn awww they are so in love❤️ brb going to sit on the highway…

Cl16N01 Yn is always at his races, but she gotta get her bag too.

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Ynforeal This feeling>

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stopping me now | jung sungchan ˚₊‧⁺˖

early mornings, bitter coffee and jung sungchan, all staples of your office life until one morning goes wrong just right

TAGS: office!au, gn!reader, romcom type of vibe, forced proximity, strangers to lovers, sorta mutual pining, awkward!reader who is rly intense abt their spreadsheets

A/N: office au is my fav au so sungchan in one is my ultimate self-indulgence! sorry it's been a while :] (first riize fic let's goooo)

WORDS: ~1950

Jung Sungchan is missing.

Ding! 

You don't actually know each other. Counting the months, it's been almost a year of standing in silent acknowledgement within this tiny elevator. In fact, you shouldn't even know his name! You only managed to find it out when he dropped his lanyard when you two were clocking out, and you picked it up for him, but he only blushed, yelped his thanks and ran!

Was he hiding unapproved invoices? was his department over budget? you swear that the accounting department isn't that scary!

Ding!

Should standing in an elevator for nearly fifteen minutes count as your morning commute? It really shouldn't but here you are. The coffee in your hands went cold about 5 floors ago, the usual ache in your feet is starting to kick in, and you can feel the humidity wreaking havoc on your hair. You really do want to curse out the big shot who thought that having offices on the 40th floor was a good idea. Partly, you think that Sungchan would also curse them out as well.

By floor thirty something, you almost fall asleep before a familiar sight steps into the lift. And unfortunately enough, he looks to be in the same state as you are.

Ready to murder, or be the first one to die in said horror film. You wonder if Sungchan likes horror movies too. Every office worker should: it gets the stress out very well. In fact, he might’ve been staying up late watching them; the bags under his eyes really don’t compliment the lack of caffeine in his hands. You almost feel half tempted to give him your own cold cup to help tide his morning over.

Sungchan slots right into place at the back of the elevator next to you. His broad shoulders knocking into you slightly due to the cramp of the lift.

After a year of it, you’d like to think you’re used to the space he takes up in your life; physically and mentally.

The thing is, for a guy that works an office job, Jung Sungchan is not a bad looking man at all. Always looking like he's attending the first day of school with a pressed collar and ironed tie, it's hard to look... and not fall in love with him in the process. Never once in your commuting life have you ever seen a hair out of place on him. He's closest you've ever physically gotten to the picture of corporate happiness and 100% customer satisfaction, while you get into daily arguments with your Excel spreadsheet.

Ding!

A trolley of files comes wheeling into the cube of claustrophobia, forcing you to squeeze further into the corner until you find yourself between a cold corner and a warm place. The thought of whatever department’s budget goes flying out the window when — Ah.

The smell of citrus falls over you like a waterfall. Sungchan’s cologne must be dumped in his hair because it’s suddenly all you know. It makes you dizzy, so much so, that you barely notice him sheepishly grinning down at you. He’s leant on his forearm, next to your head, caging you in, and his other is desperately trying not to dig his messenger bag into your side.

"So sorry about this," he whispers. It feels conspiratorial in the tight space, but almost everyone else has earbuds in and probably have bigger things to worry about.

You tilt up to look at him, not forgetting to linger on the long column of his throat exposed by his grey suit. "S'fine,” you mumble up to him, sorely aware of the way his wide eyes stare into yours. "Nice to meet you?" you eke out. You try and go for casual and smooth, but your heart sounds like a clattering of the subway: raucous in your ears.

Maybe it has been a year of pining away. Staring after Sungchan and his unfairly good proportions and rolling mountain shoulders. You don’t know how the PR interns haven’t already kidnapped him to make some sexy corporate calendar. However, you do know that it would increase revenue for the entire first quarter and save you about 10 less board meetings on budget caps. The content of said photoshoots is all you can dazedly think about as he shifts again, shuffling further into the wall and further into your mental mess.

Ding!

Sungchan’s smile is wicked as it breaks you from your thoughts. "Lovely to meet you, elevator buddy." And he sends you an overconfident wink for your efforts – with a small blush to dash. “Would love to shake your hand but, we’re ah – a bit occupied.”

You quirk a brow. “Elevator buddy?”

Sungchan’s grin doesn’t relent, even at your scrunched expression. "I've spent the past year calling you that, you're not stopping me now.” He says the last bit under his breath, as the lady with the trolley backs up even further into him and pushes him impossibly closer to you. His lips end up skimming your forehead and sending an involuntary chill down your spine, while your right hand ends up flat on his chest, your left jammed awkwardly into your side with your coffee.

Pull it together, please God, pull it together.

“The last year?” Is all you can get out coherently. It’s impossible to take deep breaths when every thought in your head is being thrown out of a metaphorical window. Citrus and smoke, hands and lips, months and quarters. This elevator crush is going to haunt you for life if you go back to silence after all this. Stop asking questions damn it!

Sungchan hums, the sensation sinking into your bones. “It’s about then, no? It was my first time in the building because it was the BigHit and Pledis merger last year,” he says, awfully fond. “You had a massive dossier of balance sheets, and I crashed into you in the elevator lobby because you never saw me. Your papers went everywhere!” Sungchan trails off in a laugh, however your mind starts taking very careful steps back into the past…

You barely remember last year. Only the stress piling up on your table from one too many days working after hours in the quiet with Eunseok. The grid lines of spreadsheets permanently etched onto your screens and into your retinas. Neither company was willing to give an inch for each other in spite of the whole “merger” idea, forcing far too many revisions, far too close to the deadline those prissy higher ups set. And so, the entire fate of departments rested on your two heavily overworked shoulders.

Running into someone like Sungchan would have never crossed your mind then. Being all wrapped up in your stress, there was no way you’d pay that much attention to a pretty face. One incident in particular though… ding!

“Wait… you’re the one that spilt their pretentious oat milk chai latte on the finalised budget reports?!” You don’t even know if that was his actual drink order but all you remember was flying into a fit of red rage when green bled all over your precious, freshly printed work.

To hell with kissing him; a kiss with your fist was way more overdue. 

Sungchan practically squawks as he jumps to justify himself. “I didn’t spill anything! I just accidentally walked into you and the papers – and my latte ­– went flying! Not my fault.” His hand snakes down from the wall and onto yours resting on his chest. If you could physically look him in the eyes, you’d be sure there’d be some fire of determination in them.

Now, it’s his heartbeat, clattering under your ear like the ticking of keycaps; it’s his heat, sticking his shirt under your palm like tack; it’s his voice, shaking like an intern at the barest critique. His hand dwarfs yours: long fingers tracing the lines of yours. 

Your temper matches in step with your heart, beating against your mind in double time. “Do you know how long it takes to print double sided for a full dossier?! All of it to end up on the floor, covered in your hipster green tea latte! I have full authority to half whatever budg—"

Ding!

— “Hey, you two, this is your floor.” The tired voice of general manager Kim Doyoung chirps in. Red floods your face at the thought of someone watching you lose your head. Nevertheless, Doyoung watches on with a boredom only he could achieve. “You, save the death threats for feedback week, and Sungchan — don’t mess with someone from accounting.”

Sungchan takes the hint and peels himself off you, the smell of citrus still making you dizzy. The crowd barely parts, but he uses his size, pushing the way for the both of you. His enormous hand holding yours through the crowd and guiding you out of the cube of stress. When the doors whir shut behind you, he takes your empty coffee cup and dumps it into the bin.

Never would you think you’d be left hand in hand with Sungchan in an isolated elevator lobby. He’s still clasped onto you with a vice grip: his heat searing into your palms like hot iron. It burns being this close. The buzzing AC in the lobby being the only thing keeping you alive.

Nobody talks for a second, letting the silence say it’s piece before your mouth starts moving before you’ve processed what it’s doing. "If anyone reports us to HR, I am so so sorry.”

Sungchan takes a breath, blinking those wide doe eyes at you before his face splits into a grin. “No, don’t worry. I don’t think Doyoung-hyung will kick up much fuss,” he smiles.

Only now do you remember Doyoung is the head of HR and your heart kicks into double time again, but how is Sungchan so calm about this? As if reading your mind, he squeezes your hand to reassure you before dropping your it. “Stop looking so worried! Just look.” He pulls his lanyard out from where he usually stashes it in his breast pocket, and you nearly trip over your feet when you see it.

"I am HR." What the hells.

The look on your face must give it all away as Sungchan’s laugh echoes in the empty elevator lobby. And hells, the kid – is he even younger than you?? – knows he’s got you wrapped around his finger. "Maybe I will just file a complaint,” he says with a smile. “What was that again? Threatening to half our department budget?”

He tilts his head all coy like he’s not the one at fault here. The audacity, really. You shake your head in mild disbelief and shrug off your nerves. Oh, you know what? Might as well go for it. What’s stopping you now? Definitely not HR.

"Bold words from someone who singlehandedly setback the entire Bighit-Pledis merger back by a whole day,” you counter, head raised in even challenge. Sensible accountant alarm bells are ringing in your mind, but you clamp down on them. “Shouldn’t you, be making up to me?”

It’s your turn to fan your lashes and pout your lips. Savouring in the way he pretends to think and avoid staring at your pouted lips.

"There might just be something..." His long fingers pull you in by the lapels, just a hair away. A blush must flush all the way down you from the way his eyes light up. You watch his lips curl into that grin of his, already thinking about what’s next. Citrus and smoke, hands and lips, months and quarters.

"Not here, sweetness." And his smile is just as deadly as yours.

Fuck the spreadsheets. You’ve got a private meeting in board room #127 with corporate happiness.

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The last prompt you did was SO good! ♥️

Thinking a combination of…. *drum roll please*

16, 17, 31, 37, 51 and 60!

All for Gale.

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16: touching noses

17: laying your head on someone’s shoulder

31: holding someone by the waist

37: smiling while kissing

51: slow dancing

60: sitting on their lap

Thank you anon! I didn’t think the prompt would take off the way it did since it was so short! I accept the challenge of 6 prompts in one!! Let’s goooo

Rating M (again no actual sex but a lot of touching and I like things sensual hehe) Fluff, sappy self indulgence.

Gale x F!Tav 

Words: 1331

How about a little post-wedding slow dance action with Gale x Tav? I imagine Gale’s family is huge, and the wedding would be big and splendid as all things in Waterdeep are. Introverted tav is maybe a bit overwhelmed, and the two of them have a sweet moment at the end of the night :) 

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A Private Moment

Gale wasn’t joking when he said the Dekarios clan came from far and wide. Tav saw the extent of his family tree at their wedding, nearly one hundred guests attending the reception, all looking to meet his new bride. After so many introductions, Tav started referring to herself as Mrs. of Waterdeep, just to make herself laugh and stave off the social anxiety that grew with each tap of her shoulder. She was never good around crowds, not like Gale, who could drum up conversation with every type of personality. His family were all kind people, intelligent and generous, but Tav was simply not made for mingling. A small wedding would’ve suited her beautifully, and Gale would have granted her that, but to see him surrounded by loved ones, enjoying each taste of happiness available, that was far too good to pass up. 

He was positively ethereal, dressed in off white robes lined with golden accents. His hair was tied half up, the bottom layer still smelling of his sandalwood soap. Moonlight painted his skin a dashing shade of baby blue, as the lamplight from his tower led them away from the waning wedding party. They walked hand-in-hand, Gale leading them up the stairs to their bedroom. One she’d slept in countless times since coming to Waterdeep with him, but tonight, it felt brand new. Shared with her husband. Husband…would that word ever stop giving her pleasant shivers? 

While the wedding was beautiful, courtesy of the decor skills of Morena, Tav was most excited to be alone with Gale. The panicked rhythm of her heartbeat soothed, worries over whether she said the right thing fading. To see him smiling in the quiet of their room, tipsy from champagne and joy, nothing else in the world mattered. 

“Your chambers await, Mrs. Dekarios,” Gale said as they reached the door, opened for her as if welcoming royalty to court. Tav giggled, curtsying as she stepped into the bedroom. 

He simply wanted an excuse to see her at every angle, heart swelling with adoration as Tav twirled around. The hem of her elegant wedding dress flowed around her ankles. Kicking off her shoes, she sank onto the bed, exhaling her anxiety out as she felt the fresh sheets against her back. The shine of the ring on her finger reminding him that they belonged together, sworn to one another through eternal vows. What else could he possibly ask for? 

“Are you going to join me, husband?” Tav asked, still laying on the bed, her feet dangling off the edge in a playful sway. 

Gale removed his jacket before climbing above her, his hands resting on either side of her head. His legs moved between hers, the fabric of her dress bunching around their knees as her toes moved up his calves. Desire fogged his mind, watching her eyes glisten with tender lust, an image he’d never tire of. Temptation overtook him, lowering his head down to press his lips passionately against hers. Tav smiled into his kiss, giddy from the remnants of wine and frivolity now transforming into wanton affection. Sweet mint and champagne bitterness lined his mouth, electric along her tongue. 

The night could’ve ended there, the yearning to feel her skin against his for hours enough to send his heart into overdrive. But something stopped him, remembering how nervous she was during the wedding party, overwhelmed by the crowd of guests at every turn. That’s why he brought them back to the tower early, to give her the special, private moment she deserved. 

Leaving the kiss, Gale grinned, overcome with happiness at the sight of her under him. Buttery, youthful blush glowing on her cheeks. He brought the tips of their noses together, brimming with heartfelt devotion. 

“You are all of everything, my love. I’d follow you into the high tide if you asked,” he said, voice faint. They were words shared only between them, undeserving of all ears but Tav’s. “Will you dance with me one last time, beloved?” 

No one spoke like him, a regular reminder of how lucky Tav was to have pulled him out of that portal. How fortunate to know he fell in love with her at the same moment she did: at first sight. Dancing with him until the end of time made for a perfect heaven. 

With the snap of his magical fingers, the piano in the corner played a gentle tune. A light and harmonious waltz floating between them. Gale lifted her off the bed, his hands capturing her waist as they swayed to the centre of the room. She felt the press of his wedding ring sliding along her back, fingertips embedding into her hips as he held her impossibly close. Pressed against his chest, Tav leaned her head on his shoulder, soul melding with his own. A bright morning enlivening the night of their weary souls. A strong desire to weep enveloped Tav, lost in the warmth of his glorious aura. They were not near enough until they became the same person. 

“I know you prefer the solace of the quiet. Forgive me for making you go through with a big wedding,” he said, resting his cheek on her head as she leaned on him. 

They continued to dance as they spoke, Tav’s arms hugging his shoulders, Gale caressing every inch of her hips, waist and ribs. If there were a thousand ways to touch her, he’d find a way to do all of them in one, treating every moment as an eternity. 

“Everything was perfect, Gale. Seeing you smile, laughing and dancing with your mother, so full of life. I wouldn’t trade this night for anything. Please, there is nothing to forgive, just be here with me. Enjoy this beautiful moment,” Tav said, planting kisses on his neck and ear between her words of affirmation. 

Music ceased just as she finished speaking, parting from their dance and simply gazing at each other. Love and longing floating with each glint of their eyes connecting. Tav grinned, letting her fingers trail from his shoulders down to his forearms, landing on his hands still tied to her waist. Guiding his fingers to pull the ribbon of her dress, his breathing hitched, the fabric falling to the floor. A silk slip remained, downy and heavenly against him, hem ending at the mid-thigh. Beauty unmatched, so magnificent he wondered if she was a figment of his mad imagination. No, not with the vivid heat of her body, the sharp exhalation as his hands found their way to the part of her legs meeting the nightgown. His mind couldn’t conjure her if he tried. 

Gale distracted her by waving at the piano again, playing another lilted song. He took her off guard when he effortlessly lifted her, legs wrapping around his waist as she let out a beaming laugh. That lusty smirk spread on his face, one she’d gotten to know so well, his big brown eyes thinning with a cloud of desire. Telling her exactly what he had in store for her, and never failing to keep her attention. 

Candles glowed against his divine skin as he sat them on the side of the bed, Tav seated comfortably on his lap. Dim light illuminated the tapestry of his wondrous body, Tav struggling to decide where to put her hands when she wanted desperately to have them everywhere. She settled on his cheeks, kissing him softly as he held her close, arms addicted to her waist. This night had just begun, and already, it was more than perfection. 

Pausing their kiss for air, Gale said, “Now, I do believe it’s time for me to share some private vows for my blushing bride.” 

Tav tightened around him, the corners of her mouth beginning to ache with all the smiling. “More vows? How could I say no?” 

Gale chuckled, gently biting her bottom lip before he said, “Let me set the mood.” 

With that, he blew out the candles. 

[nightshademyn]

Self indulgent summoner/alfonse lets goooo

[imagionationstation]

Hi. I’m back. I keep thinking of separated au ideas. It’s a problem lol

Uhh…idea - Donnie is the only turtle separated but he’s raised in the streets instead of by someone.

He’s lowkey a menace lol - he doesn’t build as often id think…he had next to nothing to learn from. I do think he learned to repair things though. I like to imagine he skates around everywhere (roller skate/blade idk) cause it’s funny.

I think they’d find out he’s alive when they

One. See a turtle mutant roaming the streets when they first go up. Too bad they don’t know it too well cause they lose him kinda fast

And two. When Mikey’s looking at some art on a building (that was vandalized by said art) and it’s signed “Donatello” the name of there presumably dead brother.

Idk. This is a silly self-indulgent au. You can answer if ya want - no pressure!

— ♊️

“Raised in the streets”

Boi’s about to teach his brothers a thing or two about the surface world. He cannot stop being the smartest creature, can he?

I definitely think that he’s spent more time surviving than building. Maybe he plays with stuff sometimes, but he’s never spent time in one place long enough to establish a living space. He loved to tinker with things, but he’s not about to weigh himself down with inventions. He does love breaking into libraries, though, because he can learn as much as he wants and then put the books back in a place that he can easily retrieve them.

Roller skating Donnie. Let’s goooo 🤝

He is proven to have artistic skill in the show so WHY NOT. Why shouldn’t the mutant boy vandalize a few things?

The police hate him, but kids like Casey idolize him.

Donnie had buried the few memories of his childhood as he learned how to survive. When he notices the mutant turtles that pop up, it prickles sensations and begins an ache that he doesn’t understand.

He hangs back for a while, and for every episode before he introduces himself, it’s hinted that he’s watching them at one moment or another. He doesn’t really know what to make of them or the fact that when Mikey catches him working on his latest mural, his first instinct is to whip out his nunchucks and track him down.

Like, um, okay, no. Donnie’s not stupid. People have been chasing him off and on for years. He has too many bad memories of nets and guns. So if someone’s going to shout and charge, then his first impulse is always to run first and ask questions later.

I think that Donnie would need SOME help with survival and I pose Murakami for the job. That man has been providing food/supplies for a nightly visitor for quite a few years, but other than a few, brief conversations, they don’t interact much. The brothers officially meet Donnie on the same night that Murakami gets kidnapped and they bond while fighting to get him back.

Growing up on the streets means that Donnie doesn’t really trust people though, and it takes a while for him to warm up to them. He only helps them fight the Foot because he’s mad that they targeted a blind old man. He might be a loner, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t care about other living beings. He feels obligated to assist.

Give him a season or two, and he eventually moves in and learns to trust/rely on his fam. He just has some issues to work out first.

[according2thelore]

WOULD THAT BE SMTH I WOULD BE INTERESTED IN?? DO YOU EVEN HAVE TO ASK??

everything you write is so brilliant and ls dean picking up es sam has me SWEATING bc even though i know es sam is a Large Guy he is SO SMALLLLL. look at his eyes look at his WRISTS!

thank you so much for indulging my silly ask. i love that explanation so damn much.

he is so tiny!!! the littlest 6'5" mf ALIVE!!!

EEK OKAY HERE YOU GOOOO <3 !!!!

(this is in reference to a narrative ficlet about ES!Sam getting injured on a hunt as he's the least practiced of the four)

sammy's hands don't shake as he presses down on the wound. he's too practiced for it.

sam gasps underneath him, arching and trying to twist away from sammy's implacable hands, but a combination of his shock and sammy's strength have him completely immobile.

"sam? sammy?" sammy tenses. but he knows that neither of those are for him. "sammy? oh my god."

he can fear footsteps pounding on grass, getting closer.

"he's okay," sammy says, preemptively, as he hears a thud on the grass, sees younger dean's knees in his periphery. "it was a graze on his thigh. the bleeding makes it look worse than it is. it's mostly stopped."

dean's hands shake as they land on top of sammy's, like his added strength will stem the mostly stopped blood even faster. sammy doesn't have time to say anything, before dean's hands are skittering up sam's body.

sammy recognizes the process for what it is, and lets dean do his check. sammy hears another set of footsteps slowing to a stop behind him.

"shifter's dead." older dean. a metallic clang on the earth. machete, probably. "he's okay?" his voice is tight.

"we just need to get him back to the bunker for some stitches, and he'll be good as--"

"what the fuck happened?" dean cries, tapping sam on the side of the face. sam is unresponsive, but his head lolls into dean's open palm, and dean strokes his cheek with a shaking thumb. "you were supposed to be looking out for him!"

sammy blinks. he had taken dean's silence as quiet assessing, as focus. but he hadn't realized that he was shaking apart. he looks over at him, but dean's eyes are trained on sam's face. he's a little pale, and in and out of consciousness from the nasty thunk the shifter had given his head against a tree trunk.

this shifter managed to steal sam's gun and shoot him in the thigh--a graze, really--before shooting off into the woods. the blood has mostly stopped. sammy knew they were too green for a hunt so soon, especially his younger self.

"it got the drop on us," sammy says evenly. he unsheathes his knife from his boot and passes it to older dean behind him without looking.

"it got the drop on you," dean spits, and he looks up at sammy with the coldest, harshest glint in his eye that sammy had ever seen from a dean so young.

it knocks him back on his ass.

it's venomous. malignant.

it's hatred.

sammy reels, because after weeks of quiet laughs and hidden blushes and big eyes, he had not been expecting--or frankly, been prepared for--this level of vitriol.

"dean," the word is punched out of him. "he's--he's okay. he hit his head pretty hard, but he's going to be fine."

he reaches out a hand to dean's shoulder, but dean flinches away from it. sammy can't help his own responding flinch, and he watches helplessly as dean bends over sam's prone form, and smacks him gently on the cheeks a few more times.

"--een?" sam croaks. dean keeps making encouraging noises at him, while a strip of cloth is pressed into sammy's palm. older dean must've cut a scrap while he wasn't paying attention.

sammy tries to refocus, and he pulls sam's leg into his lap so he can wrap his wound. he just needs to keep some pressure on it while they drive back, but honestly, it looks okay. a clean cut. some antiseptic, a few stitches, and a shot of whiskey and he'll be fine. someone needs to wake him up every few hours tonight, but he's okay.

sammy pulls the cloth tight after wrapping the wound a few times, and sam jerks in his lap, spasming. a wordless, low noise of pain hisses through his teeth, and sam barely manages to tie the knot before sam's low rumble of pain turns into a sharp cry.

"get away from him!" dean roars, and sammy is forced bodily out of the way. he's not expecting it, and falls to the side, catching himself by the palms of his hands, which grate against the coarse forest floor.

"you're okay, sammy, you're okay," dean murmurs, brushing sam's bangs away from his sweaty forehead, already bent back over him.

sammy--older sam, he now realizes, stripped of the term of endearment--watches the tableau, sam blinking his eyes open in his brother's arms, and a hand coming up slowly to curl into his jacket.

older sam feels ill. he feels...Other.

"c'mon, sammy," a hand on his shoulder. sammy, again, tilts back into his dean, trying to catch his breath. "let's give 'em some room."

~~~

"i've..." sammy falls silent as they walk back to the car. he and his dean are watching their two younger selves limp back to the impala, dean hunched over so he can support sam's weight. sam can mostly walk on his own, but he doesn't take his arm from around dean's shoulders.

sammy watches as dean's hand tightens on sam's waist. he doesn't adjust him, just holds him closer. sam tilts his head so his lips brush dean's temple as he casts a look back at them. an accident. but an accident sammy is used to making.

older dean grunts next to him, hauling the bundle of machetes up so he can prop it on his shoulder. it's his utilitarian response: an invite for sam to speak more if he wants, but it can serve as an acknowledgement if sammy's not ready to vocalize whatever he's thinking about.

"i've never seen you like that." sammy says. "back then. i mean, even now." he watches his younger self stumble a little, and dean brace his entire body against it. "i...i've never been on the outside of that, i guess."

"hm." dean grunts again. "i've been told i can be an intimidating sonovabitch." a slow smile. “at least we know the kid’s got a line. i thought he’d be clinging to your skirts forever.”

"not that." sammy rolls his eyes, and tries to be grateful that dean's levity is for his benefit. "about me. you've been worried about me, but you've never been...i don't know. that...furious with me. impersonal."

like i just killed something you loved. like i just killed the only thing you loved.

dean shrugs.

"yeah, well. it...it wasn't easy. seeing you--him--like that. it never is." dean scratches at his neck with his free hand, and sammy watches as it leaves streaks of dirt on the stubbled skin. "i can't imagine. it's one of his firsts."

they walk in silence for a few moments, and the forest thins as the impala comes into view.

"it wasn't your fault," dean says, suddenly, like he forgot to remind sam of it.

"i know." sammy says, but it doesn't feel resolved. it doesn't feel alright.

"sam's gonna be fine." dean says, and sammy slows to a stop, because he can hear the sheer weight under those words. the depth.

he knows, suddenly, that dean has probably whispered that phrase to himself over and over and over again--in the dark, in the middle of the day, under covers, in open graves, in malls, in schools, in churches, climbing up mountains, and falling asleep at night.

"i'm sorry." sammy says abruptly. for hurting him. for hurting me. for making sure you were always there to watch it.

dean stops and turns around when he sees sammy hesitate, and there's something entirely different in his words this time, entirely different in his expression.

"it's not your fault," dean says again. he shrugs, and looks away so their eye contact is broken. "he'll forgive you. he always forgives you."

sam inhales sharply. he nods.

they both turn to watch younger dean settle sam into the backseat, and watch him close the door. he braces himself against the roof for a second, head hanging.

then he stands up. he looks over at the two of them. he lifts his chin--in defiance, in anger, in pride, in greeting. they both dip their chins in acknowledgement of this.

they go home.

[moth-tea-merchant]

Oh jeez, here you go: https://archiveofourown.org/works/59141545

It’s explicit and fairly self-indulgent, so I recognize it might not be everyone’s cup of tea🫣

YIPEEEE LETS GOOOO!!!

Link here

Lovely read >;) consensual possession is the shit also hell yeah transfem commander!

[everybodyshusband]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

ooohhhh i'm so late to this but i love this, thank you !!! 💙

i think it'd be very remiss of me not to mention per aspera ad inferi (aka: uni ghouls) skdjfnsldf for those of you that mightn't know, it's a human au, following aeon's journey through going to university for the first time, it's very self indulgent and it's proven very fun to write so far :3

for horny ghouls with sex toys, it's however fair and pure !! it's dew's first experience with sex toys and rain makes sure to give him a proper hand with them :)

dysphoric rain, let's goooo, time for deus in absentia to take the stand :0 eventually, once i finish chapter three (which will happen uhh... one day 😅) i want to completely rewrite the whole thing, but it's one of my first fics and i still think it's fairly okay :))

speaking of first fics... just wanna bewitch you (all night) was my most popular fic on ao3 until recently, and it's the first fic i ever published for the ghost fandom !! i don't necessarily think it's my best work, but i like it and a lot of other people do as well apparently :0

last but not least, i don't know if it's my favourite favourite, but i am very proud of cold love. hot blood (dead dove, cw graphic self harm) and i'm proud that i reuploaded it after i first deleted it over a year ago :0