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☸ Dorm Series: Part-One | 김홍중

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✦ summary: you decide to spend the night with your boyfriend, hongjoong, after a long day at the studio. hongjoong can't resist the temptation to have you the moment he sees you wearing nothing but his t-shirt. ✦pairings: idol boyfriend hongjoong x fem! reader ✦genre: smut!, idol boyfriend au (little plot) ✦word count: 1.1k ✦warning: smut!, hongjoong coaxes reader to have sex (all consensual), teasing, vaginal! fingering, unprotected sex (do not follow use protection!), nipple play (slight), creampie ( pls be safe), pussy! whipped hongjoong, pet names (baby, joongie, sweetheart), rough sex! (slightly), dirty talk, mention of blood (indirect), hongjoong keeps going despite the interruption, scratching, quick! sex

this is a work of fiction and is not meant to be a realistic representation of any of the real people mentioned.

nsfw content below. 18+ - mdni

Walking hand in hand you and Hongjoong make your way toward his dorms after a long day at the studio. It was your day off from work so you decided to spend the day with your boyfriend and be a supportive girlfriend, plus you hadn’t seen him in a while. Hongjoong had a bad habit of neglecting himself whenever he worked, forgetting to take breaks and even eat sometimes so you being there kept him in check. You both enjoyed the night walk since being together in public was impossible,  with it being late the streets were vacant making it perfect to finally have some normalcy.

Making it into the dark dorm, only the entrance light shining brightly above as you remove your shoes, shuffling towards Hongjoong’s room. Longing to sink into his warm bed you quickly take a shower allowing the hot water to wash away the tension from the day. 

“Joongie, I need something to wear.” you say walking into his room, a towel wrapped tightly around your figure. You’d forgotten to bring replacement clothes to leave at his house for days you did spend the night. Rummaging through his wardrobe Hongjoong tosses you one of his tour shirts to put on.

“God you look so good in my shirt y/n.” Hongjoong whispers, eyeing you up and down across the room. Letting out a giggle you twirl, hitting your best poses for him. “Thank you baby.” You wink going over to lay down for the night. As you think you’re about to finally become one with the soft mattress, Hongjoong jumps in bed hovering over you.

Lust filled eyes stared down at you, darting from your lips to your eyes. “Let’s have a little fun before we sleep.” He runs his fingers lightly down your neck to your breast, ghosting over your sensitive bud. A shiver coarse down your spine as you whine, “Joongie I just layed down. I’m tired.” Peppering kisses on your face, Hongjoong makes his way across your face reaching your ear. “I’ll do all the work sweetheart.” He whispers, nipping at it, a short gasp escaping your parted lips.

Hooking his hand under your knees, he spreads your legs wide, finding his place between them. Grinding down on your core you release a soft whimper prompting a smirk to form on Hongjoong lips. “I know your body so well.” Hongjoong leans down, pressing a soft but eager kiss to your lips, his tongue swiftly darting past your lips. You tightly grip his shirt feeling aroused by how his tongue strategically moves in your mouth, biting and pulling on your lip every so often. “Please fuck me Joongie.” You whine breathlessly pulling away from the kiss.

Not needing to hear anymore Hongjoong’s hand find its way to your core, rubbing over your slick folds. ”Mm look how wet you are for me sweetheart.” He circles your clit earning a soft moan in response. With each stroke of his fingers you wriggle around beneath him longing for more. He reaches your yearning hole teasingly; prodding at it observing the way your eyebrows furrow with anticipation. Pushing one digit in slowly followed by another,  Hongjoong twirls and curls his fingers around hitting all of your favorite places. “Yes right there!” You moan when he curls his finger in the right angle, touching your g-spot, sending electric shocks through your body. The sounds of your wet pussy encompass the room leaving no room for imagination of what’s going on.

“I need to be inside of you.” Hongjoong growls briskly pulling his briefs down. Giving his already leaking cock a few strokes, he rubs his swollen head against your core collecting its juices before pushing in. “Ahh” you both moan in unison finally becoming one with each other. Hongjoong raises his shirt on your body to expose your breast, taking them into his hands as he slowly begins to move inside of you. Trying to stifle a loud moan you bite down harshly on your lip feeling a slight metallic taste touch your tongue. The mixed sensation of being full of Hongjoong’s cock, his long deep strokes, and his light squeezes to your nipples was enough to have you begging to cum already.

You pull Hongjoong close, connecting his forehead with yours as you whimper and mutter how good he made you feel. His stroke turned faster, the sound of skin slapping filling your ears. “Joongie the mem-“ you’re cut off mid sentence when the door opens and you hear a familiar voice.

 “Hey-“ Hongjoong’s head snaps up. 

“Yah! Mingi-ah!” He yells movement never faltering; he continued to fuck you despite the intrusion. Eyes wide you cover your face and mouth glad the only thing visible in the dim room was Hongjoong’s figure, but you knew it was obvious what was happening. The door slams quickly, Hongjoong mutters curse words to himself, promising to make Mingi pay.

“I’m so sorry sweetheart.” He coos when he sees the embarrassed look on your face. "I can't believe that just happened." You mumble to yourself still in shock. You hide your face in his neck feeling shy about what just happened. Kissing you on the head Hongjoong slows down hugging you closely to him whispering reassuring words to you. After the embarrassment passes you give Hongjoong the okay to continue, feeling more cautious of your actions.

 Cupping your ass he raises your hips slightly, his cock going even deeper inside of you. You try to stifle your moan in his neck, earning a slight slap on your ass. “I want to hear you baby. Don’t mind what happened.” He reassured you more that everything is fine, wanting to ease your mind a bit. You moan lightly in his ear earning a groan from him. “There you go sweetheart.” He continues fucking you into the mattress not even caring to be quiet anymore. “I want you to cum for me.” He pants out snapping his hips at an angle repeatedly brushing your sweet spot. With each stroke the familiar coil forms in your stomach nails dragging down Hongjoong’s back in an attempt to bring him closer.

“Joongie.” You whine out your core clutching tightly around Hongjoong’s cock your orgasm nearly at its peak. “Cum with me.” He coaxes his strokes turning sloppy. Feeling the familiar twitch, your orgasm comes crashing down forcefully. You bite down harshly on to Hongjoong’s neck in an attempt to muffle your scream. Hongjoong stills inside of you his thick sperm coating your walls filling you with his warmth. Pulling out of you Hongjoong plops down beside you catching his breath.

“Wait here” he says after a while, getting up, putting on his briefs, and leaving the room. Coming back in the room with a towel and water he cleans you up thoroughly before handing you the water and a snack from his side dresser. Finishing the snack ready to knock out you both begin to finally wind down for the night. Snuggled closely into Hongjoong’s chest, the sound of his heart beat lulls to sleep.

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Pornstar.

Based on the following ask: If you have listened to the song Pornstar by Nessa Barrett awesome if you haven’t please do because I want my ask to make sense. I want a Reader x Aaron Hotchner fic based on that songs specifically because it’s just spicy and smutty honestly. Even the song Do it for me by Rosenfeld works too. They are just good songs, and they are spicy and when I hear them all I see is Aaron Hotchner – Honeyyyy these songs were SPICY! So, I really liked the beat at the beginning of Pornstar – I ran with that, and this takes place at a club.

Aaron Hotchner x Fem Reader

SMUT

Word count: 1456

Not edited - please be kind. Requests are open and feedback is welcome if it's constructive!

Warnings: My blog is 18+, minors DNI, SMUT, Age gap (non-specified), one night stand, sex with a stranger, alcohol consumption, sex while intoxicated (not drunk), explicit language, no use of y/n, Fem reader, reader has no physical description other than female anatomy, use of pet names, fingering, semi-public sex, p in v, unprotected sex (don’t do this), choking, pure filth tbh…let me know if I missed any!

I do not consent to having my work translated or reposted to any other site. That being said I do not own the characters portrayed in this story.

He couldn’t believe he was here right now. The last time he was in a club…for something other than a case, was never. He had never been the clubbing type, but the BAU had been on back-to-back-to-back cases for the last six or so months, so the team decided it was time to let off some steam. With some mandatory days off, the team finally had the time. Thankfully they were all passed the point of judgement with one another, having spent as much time together as they all had over the years.

Tonight had started that way too. A silent agreement amongst everyone that no matter what happened, there’d be no judgement, and it wouldn’t be spoken of ever again.

That’s why he hadn’t hesitated to order a third whiskey and boldly sent a vodka soda to the woman across the club, sitting in a booth with her friends. When she glanced in his direction after the waitress had delivered the drink, she blushed and send him a smile.

He couldn’t exactly remember what happened next, because one moment you’d been sitting with your friends and the next, the two of you were making out in the back hallway.

--

You were nothing but a mess of tangled limbs and clashing mouths as the two of you kissed fervently in the hallway, hoping to move things to a more private space.

He had one hand gripping your hip while the other held your jaw in place as he allowed his tongue to explore your mouth. You’d tasted like the vodka he sent you along with something inherently sweeter, vanilla lip-gloss maybe?

He pulled back to look at you, your lips were kiss bitten and your skin was glowing as the lights in the club flashed red. The bass of the music had been so loud you could feel it in your chests. It just added to the rush you were currently feeling.

He grabbed your hand and dragged you to the bathroom, quickly locking the door behind you, before pressing himself against you. His hands encased your jaw, holding you in place and your back arched against the door. His lips pressed to your for a second before they trailed down, burning into the skin of your neck.

You let one of your hands pull at his hair while the other pressed against his strong back. You needed to feel him, and you felt like you couldn’t get him close enough. You were desperate at this point.

--

He tugged at the strap of your dress, pulling it down enough to reveal the tops of your breasts. He kissed, bit, and sucked at the skin there, easily eliciting whines from your mouth. You moved your hands to begin unbuttoning his shirt, allowing them to roam over his broad chest. His skin was warm, and he was this solid wall of muscle in front of you…you’d never felt luckier than in this moment. To have captured his attention was your greatest accomplishment.

You hadn’t noticed the shift in his hand placement until it had slipped your panties to the side and gently caressed your heat.

“Fuck, you’re so wet.” He groaned.

All you could do was gasp. Your hips bucking forward to press further into his touch. He’d pulled your dress down more, revealing your breasts completely, swiftly attaching his lips to your hardened nipples, alternating from one to the other. He sucked harshly, sure to leave marks…not that you cared one bit.

“You’re so fucking sexy.” He growled in response to your moans.

You reached your hand down to rub at his prominent bulge, trying to signal that you were ready for more. He took the hint. Grabbing you by your hips and spinning you around, his movements were precise and fast…it was almost dizzying. He lifted you up, so you now rested at the edge of the counter, his finger slipping into your heat as he bit onto your collarbone.

Your head fell back in ecstasy. Your hands busy stroking him through his slacks and pulling at his now tousled hair.

“Oh my – Fuck it feels so good.” You cried.

Another finger slid into you as the heal of his palm pressed deliciously into your clit. Your body was moving of its own accord now, grinding into his palm desperate to find your release.

“That’s it baby, use my hand.” He demanded, thrusting his fingers with a newfound speed.

It only took another moment of this before you were screaming out, allowing your climax to take over you.

--

As you calmed your breathing, you pulled at his belt, needing nothing more that to have his cock splitting you open. With his belt undone, you tugged his slacks open and freed his throbbing member.

You couldn’t even be embarrassed at the fact that you were obviously gaping at his impressive size…the man that stood in front of you was gorgeous in every way.

“You’re beautiful.” You whined.

You could see a hint of a blush rush up his neck, but he didn’t let that overtake the dominance he’d been portraying.

“I want to ruin you.” He whispered, nipping at your earlobe.

“Then do it.” You gasped.

--

His cock slammed into you in one swift motion, taking your breath away. The scream that escaped you was animalistic. One that was reserved for pornstars…not everyday people.

Your hands gripped him tightly, nails dragging down his back, causing a hiss to escape him. His hips snapped into you with a ferocity you’d never experienced before. You were loving every fucking moment of it.

“S-so big. You’re so b-big.” You stuttered.

“You’re gripping me so t-tight. Fuck.” He exclaimed.

His hand slid up, fingers digging into the sides of your jaw as he forced your gaze to his own. You had to force your eyes to his…having a difficult time doing anything other than letting them roll to the back of your head.

You brought one hand up to his, shifting it down to your neck. Pairing it with a subtle nod permitting him to make his next move. He allowed his fingers to press ever so slightly into the side of your neck, restricting your airflow the slightest bit.

This new position had your upper back pressed back into the mirror, ass hugging the edge of the counter, while he stood in front of you pistoning his hips into yours over and over again, his hand still wrapped around your throat as the other was bruising your hip.

You were sputtering out gasps with every thrust that met your cervix. His movements refusing to let up. You were filling the bathroom with his grunts, your gasps and the sound of skin slapping skin. The whole experience was euphoric.

--

Things continued this way a bit longer before you felt that all too familiar feeling in the pit of your stomach. The coil tightening too much…just waiting to snap.

“Jesus, fuck. Are you gonna cum for me?” He huffed.

“Yes. God yes!” Your eyes finally rolling back.

Your orgasm came crashing over you with a strength you’d never experienced before. Your entire body was trembling against his. He let his hand slip from your throat, wrapping behind you and gripping onto your shoulder, chasing his high.

“That’s it. Fucking fill me up.” You whispered.

“Nghhhh Fuck.”

His hips began to stutter, slowing as he pumped his cum into you, filling you completely. He rested his head against your shoulder and allowed himself a moment to catch his breath.

--

After cleaning yourselves up, readjusting your clothes, and assisting one another to smooth out your hair, you made your way out of the bathroom. Not without noticing the glare you were getting from the blonde, who’d clearly been waiting.

“So, um-”

“Did you-”

“Sorry, you go ahead.” You offered.

“I was just going to ask if perhaps you’d like to continue this evening elsewhere.” He suggested.

“I’d love that.” You smiled. “Let me just go let my friends know I’m leaving.”

“Yeah, I should do the same. Meet back here in a few?”

“Okay!”

The both of you moved back toward your respective groups, your girlfriends cheering for you and giggling at all the marks currently littering your neck and chest. While his colleagues gave him knowing looks and smirks at his uncharacteristic behavior. You blew your friends a kiss while he waved his friends off. Coming face to face with you in the spot you’d just been.

“You ready to go?” He asked.

“Yes! But first…what’s your name?” You blushed.

“Oh shit, it’s Aaron.” He laughed sheepishly. “I guess we never really got around to introductions.”

“It okay!” You giggled. “Nice to meet you Aaron, I’m – ”

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Starting Over - Seong Gi-Hun x Fem!Reader

Tagging: @kellyxo1

Follow up piece to:

Back Alley Bar

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Synopsis: Seong Gi-Hun’s relationship with you is a chance to start again, to be the man he always wanted to be. But his fractured relationship with his daughter still plays on his mind. He’s desperate to show her he’s changed, and to introduce the two most important people in his life.

A/N: please note that this was typed on my phone, so there are probably some errors 🫠

Seong Gi-Hun couldn’t remember the last time he’d felt this light, this free. The summer had been spent entirely wrapped up in a world that contained only you. For the first time in decades he wasn’t fixated on his next drink, his next opportunity to gamble. He was focused on spending as much time with you as possible. He relished the days you spent exploring the city, lazy evenings spent wrapped up in your sheets, making love until the early hours of the morning. He took you to the beach in Busan, lazing on the soft white sand with a book in your hand. He watched you swim in the crystal blue waters, your swimsuit clinging to you in all the right places.

He would never, for as long as he lived, understand what he’d done to deserve you. He’d come clean about his past, about his gambling, about his daughter and ex-wife, about the death of his mother. He’d been so sure you’d leave once you heard about all the awful things he’d done. But you stayed, telling him that he wasn’t that person anymore. You somehow saw through all the terrible shit he’d done, saw the man underneath the pain. You loved him unconditionally, and you made sure to tell him every day.

The summer break from university was just what you’d needed to reset and recharge. You were feeling so much more positive, and you were looking forward to starting your second term. Gi-Hun had been thinking about asking you to move in together. His job at the warehouse was paying pretty good money, and if you lived together, you wouldn’t need to work at the bar anymore. Money would still be tight, but he hated to see you burning yourself out. He wanted to help you pay for your schooling, give you something back when you’d given so much to him.

“What do you think?” He asked, when he brought it up one night over dinner.

“I couldn’t let you pay for everything,” you sighed. “The fees are extortionate.”

You were so stubborn, so fiercely independent but that was one of the things he loved most about you.

“I wouldn’t pay for it all,” he insisted, slipping his hand into yours. “But if I could help, even with just covering bills, it would allow you more leeway to pay for your course.”

He knew you hated working at the bar. You hated the long nights, the rowdy drunk customers who could quite seem to keep their hands to themselves. He’d taken to sitting with you each night while you worked, keeping you company. Some nights he found it hard to resist the smell of liquor, the strong fumes wrapping themselves around his senses like claws, digging deeper into his brain. On those nights, he’d step outside, taking a deep breath of air as he counted all the things he’d lose if he started drinking again. You were always number one on the list.

You could tell he found it difficult being around alcohol and you felt so guilty that he insisted on being with you at the bar. This job was bad for your mental health, but your desire to better yourself with your degree was stronger. You started to think that maybe he’d been right, that maybe if he moved in, you could quit the job you hated. It would give you more time to study, more time with Gi-Hun.

You finally relented, and he moved into your small apartment with you. You spent the last week of summer redecorating, adding new colour to the walls, buying new bedsheets and hanging up photos of the two of you. It was swelteringly hot that week, but somehow neither of you minded the stifling heat as you worked. You were so wrapped up in each other that a tsunami could flatten the city and you’d be none the wiser.

He’d started having thoughts about your future, thoughts about marrying you. He’d been given a second chance at life, and he wanted to make sure he got it right this time. He wondered if you saw children in your future, if he could perhaps get the chance to be the dad that he could never be to his daughter.

He passed a a jewellery store on his way to work every morning, the glittering diamonds beckoning him in. He saw one you’d love, but it was entirely out of his price range. For one brief, gut wrenching moment, he had the urge to go and gamble. Just a few Won on a couple of horses, to see if he could win big. Then he’d be able to afford that ring.

He felt sick to his stomach at the thought, the image of him standing in the betting hall causing bile to rise in his throat. He couldn’t believe he’d even thought of that, couldn’t believe his own stupidity and weakness. it was so easy to slip back into habits, and Gi-Hun realised he’d need to work harder than he’d thought to stay on track.

He avoided looking at more rings, too scared he’d stray from the path he’d worked so hard to stay on. He just wanted to give you the world, but his warehouse salary didn’t allow it.

You didn’t seem to mind though. You were happy together, but Gi-Hun constantly felt like he could be giving you more. More dates, more gifts, more money towards bills. He had to constantly remind himself that you didn’t want those things, that you were happy to just be with him. But he still felt like he needed to provide you with gifts and fancy dates; it was something he’d never bothered to do with his ex-wife, and he wanted to get his relationship with you right.

He also longed to fix his fractured relationship with his daughter. He’d not spoken to her since she moved to America, his calls and texts going unanswered. He didn’t blame her; he’d been a terrible dad. But he wasn’t the person he’d been when she left, and wanted to show her how much he’d changed.

It was late at night when the text came through. You were fast asleep beside him, Gi-Hun finishing the last chapter in his book before he turned in for the night. His screen lit up, buzzing loudly on the bedside table next to him. Picking his phone, his jaw dropped at the words.

“Hi dad, we’re coming back to Seoul in a few weeks. It would be really nice to see you.”

This could be his chance. His chance to heal his relationship with daughter, and introduce her to the woman he loved.

He couldn’t wait to show her how much he’d changed. He couldn’t wait to finally be the dad she needed. He could only hope she was ready to accept his apology.

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Just A Hug…And One Kiss

Námo x reader

Request: Hello! Could you please write a fic with Namo? Something sweet and fluffy, maybe reader drags him from work to a date night, with a romantic dinner and cuddles afterwards? Our lovely judge needs some love and affection. Thank you and have a beautiful day!

A/N: Thank you the request so I can write more Námo content, anon!

Warnings: none, fluff

Words: 1.5k

Synopsis: You convinced your overworking husband to let go for one evening and relax.

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You found yourself standing in the grand chamber where he often spent long hours contemplating and recording the fates of the dead. The space was vast and imposing, its stone walls carved with intricate patterns that glowed faintly with an otherworldly light. There, Námo sat at a large stone table, his dark hair flowing over his shoulders as he pored over yet another decision. His piercing green eyes were fixed on a glowing scroll before him, his sharp features illuminated by its soft light. He looked every bit the formidable Judge of the Dead, but to you, he was simply Námo—the one who had captured your heart.

“You’re working late again,” you said softly, breaking the heavy silence.

Námo’s head lifted slightly, his eyes meeting yours. He did not sigh, nor did he frown, but you could see the faintest flicker of weariness in his gaze. “There is much to be done,” he replied in his deep, measured voice. “It cannot wait.”

You stepped closer, the hem of your robes brushing against the smooth stone floor. “It can wait for one evening,” you insisted gently, placing a hand on the edge of the table. “You’ve been at this for days without pause. You need a break.”

Elegantly, he raised a brow, his lips pressing into a thin line. “The souls entrusted to me do not rest, nor do they delay in arriving. My duty is to—”

“Your duty,” you interrupted, though your tone was soft and teasing, “will be there tomorrow. Tonight, however, your duty is to me.”

His expression shifted slightly, the faintest hint of amusement tugging at the corners of his mouth. “Is that so?”

“Yes,” you said firmly, reaching out to grasp his shoulders and massage his tense muscles. You felt him stiffened slightly before relaxing under your touch as your fingers worked. “You work harder than anyone I know, but even the Judge of the Dead deserves an evening to himself now and then. Let me take care of you for a change.”

“I have responsibilities—”

“And I have plans,” you interrupted with a firm tone yet affectionate. “Plans that involve you, my dear husband, stepping away from all of this,”—you gestured at the desk piled high with documents—“and spending an evening with me.”

There was the barest hint of a smile threatening to break through his stoicism. “And what, may I ask, do these plans entail?”

You leaned down, placing your chin on his shoulders, and slid your hands down his arms. “Dinner,” you said softly, “a proper one. Followed by a quiet night together. No scrolls. No souls. Just us.”

For a moment, he said nothing, simply studying you with those piercing eyes of his. You could see the conflict there, the instinct to protest warring with the desire to give in to your request. Finally, he sighed—a sound that was more resigned than exasperated. “You’re persuasive.”

You grinned, straightening and holding out your hand to him. “Only because I love you. Now, come on. Don’t make me drag you out of this chair.”

With a quiet chuckle, Námo took your hand and allowed you to pull him to his feet. His tall, imposing frame towered over you, but the way he gazed at you—gentle, almost reverent—made you feel as though you held all the power in the world.

The dining room you had prepared was far removed from the austere grandeur of Mandos. It was warm and inviting, lit by the gentle glow of candles placed in elegant holders. A table stood in the centre of the room, adorned with a simple yet charming arrangement of flowers and a delicious spread of food that you had painstakingly prepared. The scents of roasted vegetables, freshly baked bread, and spiced wine filled the air, creating an atmosphere of comfort and intimacy.

Námo followed you into the room, his sharp features softening as he took in the sight. “You did all this for me?” he asked quietly with a touched of genuine surprise.

“Of course,” you replied, smiling as you guided him to a seat. “You deserve it.”

“I can’t imagine you cooking all this yourself,” he teased.

“Excuse me,” you retorted, feigning offence and lifting a hand to your chest. “I’ll have you know I spent hours on this. Blood, sweat, and tears, my love. Blood, sweat, and tears.”

“Is that so?” he replied, one dark brow arching. “I suppose I should commend your effort, then.”

“You should,” you said, nodding emphatically. “And if you’re not careful, I might make you do the dishes.”

The corner of his mouth twitched, and you could have sworn you saw the ghost of a smile. “I shudder to think of such punishment. The Great Doomsman washing dishes,” he humorous muttered. “How poetic. If my brother ever catches a whiff of me washing dishes, I will never know peace.”

He sat down, his movements as fluid and precise as ever, but you noticed the way his posture relaxed slightly as he settled into the chair. You took the seat opposite him, pouring wine into his goblet before filling your own. The two of you clinked glasses, the sound ringing softly through the room.

As the meal began, Námo allowed himself to enjoy the food, his usual restraint giving way to a more relaxed demeanour. You chatted easily, steering the conversation away from his work and instead focusing on lighter topics—the beauty of the stars that evening, a memory from your shared past, a funny story you had heard earlier in the week. And he listened intently, his lips curving into a faint smile at your words.

At one point, when you reached across the table to brush a crumb from his cheek, he caught your hand, pressing a gentle kiss to your fingertips. The simple gesture sent a shiver of warmth through you, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“You spoil me,” he said with a tinged of rare vulnerability.

“Someone has to,” you teased. “And I’ll do it as often as I can.”

“I had forgotten how pleasant it is to simply...be,” he admitted after a while, his voice thoughtful. “To enjoy a meal without the weight of responsibility pressing down.”

“That’s why I wanted to do this for you,” you said softly. “You give so much of yourself to others, Námo. It’s only fair that someone gives back to you.”

His fingers instinctively tightened around yours, his touch warmer now after the meal. He looked at you with a desire that made your breath catch, his viridian eyes filled with a depth of emotion he rarely showed. “You are a gift,” he said quietly, his words carrying a weight that made your heart swell. “One I do not deserve, but one I am endlessly grateful for.”

You felt a heat rise to your cheeks, but before you could respond, Námo rose from his seat, holding out his hand to you. “Come,” he said. “Let us leave this table behind and simply enjoy each other’s company.”

As he led you out the dining room, you two of you ended up in a smaller sitting room, where a plush sofa and a warm hearth awaited. He sat down first, his long, dark robes flowing around him as he leaned back against the cushions. You joined him, curling up at his side as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close.

The fire crackled softly, casting flickering shadows across the walls. The warmth of the flames and the steady rise and fall of Námo’s chest beneath your hand created a cocoon of comfort and peace. For a while, neither of you spoke, content to simply exist in each other’s presence.

“I cannot remember the last time I felt so at ease,” he admitted eventually. His fingers traced idle patterns on your arm, his touch light and soothing. “You have a way of quieting even the most restless parts of my spirit.”

You smiled, pressing a kiss to his shoulder. “That’s what love does,” you replied. “It makes even the heaviest burdens feel lighter.”

He was silent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the fire. Then he turned to you with an expression uncharacteristically open and vulnerable. “You remind me of the light before the first music,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Pure, untainted, and full of endless possibilities. When I’m with you, it feels as though I am standing in that light once more.”

“You and your rare, sweet words,” you chuckled as you reached up to run your finger along his jawline. “What would I do without them.”

His lips curved into a small, affectionate smile as he leaned down, pressing his forehead against yours. In response, you tilted your head up, your lips brushing his in a kiss that was soft and tender. There was a fleeting moment when you sensed the final weight on his shoulders dissipating.

When you pulled back, his eyes were closed, casting a serene expression. “It seems I have received far more than I deserve tonight.”

You laughed softly, resting your head against his shoulder. “You deserve everything,” you said firmly. “And I’ll spend every day reminding you of that if I have to.”

“You have humbled me, my love,” he whispered. “I do not know what I did to deserve you, but I will spend every moment I have trying to be worthy of you.”

“You already are,” you reassured. “And you always will be.”

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Sated

Emmrich Volkarin x f!reader

Tags: explicit | sex | fingering | hand kink | teasing

Summary: You often find yourself turning to Emmrich for pleasant company and comfort, but after a taxing day you require more than a little conversation to help you unwind.

2.48k words (ao3 link)

A/n: Sorry HogLeg followers, this had to be done.

The dim corridor stretched before you, a sliver of light dancing across the stone floor, beckoning. All was quiet, not even Taash’s snores to mask your footfalls as you approached the door you knew all too well. Often had you found yourself drawn to this very spot, unable to articulate why you sought his comforting presence. You would watch him read or weave his magic, and he would allow it without complaint, only a wry smile upon his beautifully distinguished face.

And tonight, you were so very tired, body drawn so tight that the very mention of Gods or Venatori might send you spiralling into a pit of despair; a day spent slaughtering would do that to a person. So you lingered by that door, placed a palm upon the wood and sighed.

“Rook?”

The voice came from within and you jolted back, contemplating running back the way you came. Instead, the voice lured you further with promises of softly spoken words and the ghost of a touch upon your skin. This little game you played, this dance of desires, was as agonising as it was enticing. There was thrill in the chase, the longing. Your skin tingled before you even laid eyes upon him, and pushed open the door.

“I thought it was you,” Emmrich said. “I could sense your presence, dear.”

He stood by the fire, his back turned to you whilst absorbed in something you couldn't see. Even after hours of battle he remained pristine; freshly bathed, hair combed and clothes neat. You took tentative steps towards him, pulse already racing and stomach clenching with anticipation. His jewellery glinted by the light of the flame, and you saw that he was holding a book. Of course.

“What are you reading?” you asked, wishing that he would turn to you.

“A tedious tome, I'm afraid. Though it might very well prove useful, so unfortunately I must persevere.”

His fingers skimmed the page, dancing over the words as if conducting a symphony. Dexterous fingers that had occupied your thoughts for weeks. The scent of ink and old parchment filled your nostrils and you shivered, watching him splay the pages with erotic curiosity.

Emmrich finally turned to you with a friendly smile that quivered upon meeting your gaze. 

“Are you quite alright?” he asked with a hint of concern.

No, you weren't. But there was little to be done about the hunger that clawed at your chest, night and day. “I'm fine,” you said instead.

His head tilted to one side to regard you, his hand stilled upon the page as you watched in rapt fascination. Those hands might have been able to unravel the tension knitting every muscle in your body, with little more than a curl of his fingers. Molten desire flooded your veins, burning your skin, and an ache settled low in your abdomen. No soft words and pleasant company would be enough for you tonight.

“I don't think you are…” 

Emmrich snapped the book shut and placed it upon his chair, stalking towards you. He stopped only inches away and frowned, as if examining a specimen for its ailments. Your eyelids drooped to be so close, caught in the maelstrom of his presence. His lips, so tempting, parted.

“Oh.”

You blinked. “Hm?”

Emmrich smiled and brought a hand to your cheek, catching you unawares. Knuckles skimmed across your skin, a ring-clad finger resting below your chin.

“I can practically feel the warmth radiating from your skin, darling. Your pupils dilated, that nervous energy.” He chuckled. “If I didn't know better I would say you came here seeking…relief.”

“Would that be so unbelievable?” you asked, fingers daring to reach out, to pick at the buttons of his waistcoat.

“Perhaps. I thought you enjoyed our flirtations, but I admit I had no idea that you were serious—”

“I'm serious.” 

Don't make me beg.

He took that half step forward to close the distance between you, his breath ghosting the skin of your cheek. Instinctively, your head lolled to expose your neck, exposing your vulnerability, a soft and shuddering sigh escaping your lips. The pulsing between your legs intensified as he took the cue without hesitation, tucking stray strands of hair behind your ear before his lips found skin. 

Emmrich kissed up the column of your neck almost languorously. A gentle flick of tongue at your pulse point had you whimpering for more. Your hands worked of their own accord, picking open the buttons you'd been idly toying with only moments before. Turning your face, his lips found yours instantly, a low hum of satisfaction working its way up his throat.

Yes, finally. 

This was exactly what you needed. You felt frenzied, but Emmrich tempered your enthusiasm with a grip around your wrist, a well-placed thigh between your legs. He had you pinned against his desk—or had you dragged him here?—still intent on slowing your burning need to rid him of his clothes. No matter—he looked ravishing in them.

“We have hours, dear. Slow down, hm?” he whispered in your ear, sending yet another wave of desire rippling through your torso, dislodging every internal organ.

You whimpered in response and felt the twitch of his lips, apparently amused by the reaction. His kisses traced your jawline, then captured your mouth in one swift and breathless motion. Tongues entwined, intent on exploring every angle, swallowing every breath.

His waistcoat fell open by your insistent fiddling, hands finding his firm stomach as you splayed your fingers wide. Tracing down to his hips, all sharp angles. He did not waver in his pace, looping a gloved hand around your neck to cup the base of your skull as his kiss deepened. The friction against his thigh did little to relieve the intense ache in your core as you felt your underwear slicken with need.

“Emmrich,” you sighed into his open mouth, his teeth nipping lightly at your lower lip.

What a tease he was, enjoying prolonging this game far too much. But you felt the hardened length in his trousers press against your hip, an undeniable reminder of his own desires. You arched your back, grinding into him with renewed vigour, and he gasped with a flex of his hand. Another slow roll of your hips drew a low, rumbling groan from his throat. The satisfaction of his unravelling could not be matched, and you smirked against his lips.

“The things you do to me…,” he muttered, bringing his bejewelled fingers to rest upon your thigh.

You drew back to look into the hazel depths of his eyes, melting as the golden flecks wavered in firelight. Every line, every mark upon his skin only made him more beautiful, each telling a tale of a life well lived. Your thumb traced the crow's feet in an entirely too intimate gesture, and you witnessed Emmrich's self control wane. 

His grip upon your thigh tightened, body pressing closer as he kissed you again, and the hunger that roared in your chest was matched only by his own. He murmured your name in reverent praise with every press of his hips. And his hand moved higher, unfastening the buckle of your trousers.

Yes, yes, yes.

You helped him slip the pesky clothes down your legs until you were bare from the waist down, the cold wood of his desk pressing against your behind. He resumed his previous kneading of your flesh, the cold metal of his rings trailing your burning skin. When he reached the apex of your thighs, your breathing was ragged, chest heaving.

A single finger slid between your lips, coated in your desire, effortlessly honing in on the swollen bud that demanded attention lest you cry out in frustration for the entire Lighthouse to hear. You might have begged, but were too enraptured with Emmrich's lips, his meandering hands, the silken silver strands of his mussed hair. The first press of his finger made you shudder, and you squirmed and moaned as he began the slow, firm circles, winding you tighter and tighter.

You’d succeeded in ridding him of his waistcoat, then unbuttoning his shirt to press kisses against his collarbone, but became too distracted to unclothe him any further due to his unwavering attention. He watched you intently, seemingly fascinated by your desperate whimpering. He'd brought you to the edge in mere minutes, a mess between your thighs that doubtless pooled onto the desk beneath. You were perched atop it now, legs pressed wide. Emmrich took no shame in watching as his fingers slipped around your aching centre—then again, neither did you. He slipped a single finger inside you, then another, to the knuckles.

You moaned and clawed at his hair, writhing in an attempt to push him deeper. He acquiesced, burying his ringed digits inside you. Fingers pulsed, the drag of metal making you shudder with pleasure. Then he curled those fingers with dextrous precision and you cried out as an orgasm ripped through your body. You fell limp, arms barely able to keep you propped upright. The waves kept coming, Emmrich returning his attention to the swollen bud that became increasingly sensitive with every swipe of his thumb.

He kissed you through it all, until only gasps and brushes of lips remained.

Dazed though you were, you could not ignore the hard cock that twitched in his trousers. You didn't want to ignore it—as wonderful as his fingers were, you'd not be sated until he was buried deep inside you.

When he pulled his hand from between your legs, you watched with hooded eyes as he surveyed the mess, a slow smile creeping onto his handsome face.

“Feel better, darling?”

“I want you, Emmrich,” you sighed. “All of you.”

Fuck being mysterious and coy.

“Here?”

He looked genuinely shocked by the prospect of fucking you over his desk. Your chest tightened, and you pulled him closer by his shirt. He didn't resist as you undid his trousers, cock springing free as you pushed them past his hips. A groan laced with pure lust left your lips, and you wrapped your hand around him, swiping a thumb over the glistening precum that stained the fabric pooled below. Emmrich gasped, looking to the ceiling as if in silent prayer.

“I need you,” you reiterated with a gentle tug of foreskin.

“Then you may have me, dear. Every—” he kissed your lips, gloved hand stroking your cheek “—inch.”

He pulled off your top with unexpected strength, baring your breasts to the chill. Nipples already peaked, he took one between his fingers, the soft leather adding extra friction to the already sensitive skin. You moaned and stroked his cock with a steady rhythm to match the flicks of his tongue that found your breast. A light nip of teeth, a firm handful of flesh. 

“Beautiful,” he murmured, then looked up at you. “Shall I remove my glove?”

“No, leave it. I like it,” you replied with a lopsided smile.

“I thought you might.” 

Emmrich peered down at where your hand continued to stroke his length, letting his eyes close for a moment. You ached to have him inside you; that thick cock nestled between a patch of silver hair. What might he taste like? The thought of running your tongue up the underside of his shaft, enveloping his head in your mouth…it made you salivate. There would be time for that later, perhaps. His eyes snapped open when your finger pressed the ridge of his cock.

“Please…,” you whined, not caring how pathetic it sounded.

Neither did he, apparently, as he spread your legs further with ease, pressing the tip of his cock to your entrance that pulsed in excitement. The stretch as he slid in made your eyes roll back in pleasure, and Emmrich groaned as he took you inch by inch. Firm hands pushed your knees further back, driving deeper until your sweat-slicked skin was flush.

“Oh fuck you feel good,” you said.

He pulled out about halfway, then thrusted back with a snap of his hips. You whimpered, feeling his head kiss your cervix, walls fluttering around his cock as another orgasm started to build.

“Language, darling. Or I might send you back to your room.”

“You wouldn't dare,” you chuckled shakily.

Another thrust silenced you, and your arms finally gave out, sending you crumpling backwards onto his desk. You growled in frustration, pulling papers from underneath your back and throwing them on the floor. 

Emmrich looked positively scandalised.

“Do I need to teach you a lesson about respecting others’ property?” he asked, silken voice growing more hoarse with every slow thrust.

You laughed, quickly devolving into another moan. “Yes, professor.”

Emmrich hummed and gripped your waist, hard. Fingers dug in, creating dents with his nails on one side, the burn of leather on the other. Then he began to fuck you in earnest.

Emmrich was capable of such gentleness, but he knew what you needed now. He pulled you onto his cock with each snap of his hips, hitting every sweet spot you possessed in tandem. It was overwhelming, a swirling vortex of pleasure. You were dizzy, so hazy with ecstasy that you couldn't form coherent words, only moans and screams. Fuck anyone overhearing, you didn't care, there was only him.

His steady rhythm gradually sped up, becoming more erratic as his breath laboured. Silver strands crossed his brow, the last of his composure now deserted him. You liked him like this—dishevelled, sweaty and eyes glittering with passion. As the wet slap of skin filled the room, echoing off the bookcases and scant furnishings, you felt your legs begin to shake as your climax approached.

“Emmrich…Emmrich I'm going to, fuck.”

He pounded into you at the same pace, bringing a thumb to circle your overstimulated clit. 

“Let go, darling. I have you,” he replied.

You cried out, searching for something to cling to. Fingers curled over the lip of the desk. Your back arched, and you fell apart. Your vision faded to black amongst the pounding in your ears, but Emmrich didn't relent. The whimpers and whines only fuelled him; his grip on your waist became bruising, but there was pleasure in the pain.

“Rook…,” he panted. “Where can I—?”

“Inside me, please.”

Emmrich gave another hard thrust and a great shuddering sigh, and his cock pulsed inside you. He filled you until his spend coated your thighs, your bodies simultaneously exhausted as he slumped on top of you. He nuzzled against your neck, breathless; a vulnerability that you cherished. Hearts beat together, touches turning gentle once again.

“Thank you,” you said eventually, now sated and tired.

Emmrich kissed your neck, your chin, your lips, standing unsteadily and pulling his trousers back up to his waist. He held out a hand as one might ask for a dance, returning to the gentlemanly scholar once again.

“Any time, my dear.”

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◟𖥻 blanket fort : harry potter

▰▰ pairing: harry potter x fem!reader

harry's stressed while staying at grimmauld place, y/n tries to distract him by planning a cozy sleepover night.

author: this is me begging for more harry appreciation like actually please

He's stressed. She knows. He has been in a bad mood the whole week, snapping at people, storming out of dinner and staying in his room most of the time to avoid everyone.

The thing is, she can't really blame him. Grimmauld place seems to have that effect on people, the place is dusty and dark, full of tension because of the war. This has taken a toll on everyone, but mostly on Harry.

She's seen Harry going against powerful wizards and defy death multiple times, but watching him crumble under the weight of the upcoming war breaks her heart. She knows that if anyone deserves a break, it's Harry. And she's determined to give it to him.

It's certainly difficult, it's not like she can wave her wand and make his problems disappear. She would if she could, but it's simply not possible. But maybe she can provide a distraction, something simple to get him to forget about his problems at least one night.

She's eating her dinner in between an order meeting, Sirius and Molly screaming at eachother for whatever reason, when the idea comes in. Her face lights up, and she practically wolfs down her food just so she can excuse herself from the table.

Harry didn’t have the easiest or happiest childhood, she knows that. And, as his best friend, she always makes sure to provide fun moments were she can make amends for everything he lacked for in his childhood. She's sure a blanket fort is a perfect way to keep doing that.

It takes her a long time because she hasn't build a blanket fort in forever, but after maybe an hour, she finally has a perfect fort that she knows for sure won't fall down because she begged George to use his magic to help her since she can't use her wand outside of Hogwarts.

She raids the house for pillows to have inside her fort, and she even ends up finding fairy lights, which is a total shocker to find on that gloomy house but at least it helps her to bring a comforting vibe to the fort. Then, after arguing with Kreacher for at least ten minutes, she was able to find some snacks and make some hot cocoa.

It's late in the night and everybody else has gone to sleep when she finally knocks on Harry's door, not even waiting for him to answer before she cracks the door open, slightly peeking inside. "Harry? come with me for a second, please"

She knows he's not asleep yet, so it isn't surprising when he replies. "y/n i'm not really in the mood for.."

He's not able to finish his sentence before she interrupts him. "Come on, humor me for just five minutes, I promise you'll like it. If you hate it, I'll let you sulk in peace, deal?"

Harry huffs, but he's immediately standing up from his bed. In the past few days, she's the only one he hasn't snapped at. Harry can't help it, she is far too sweet even when she's being pushy.

Before he knows it, she's already taking his hand and pulling him with her through the dark, guiding him up the creaky stairs. When they reach the room she has been staying in, Harry almost expects a half lecture about talking about his feelings just like the one Hermione gave him.

Instead, when the door cracks open and she pulls him inside, he stops short once he sees what she's made of her room. His eyes immediately fall on the fort, blankets dropped over chairs and tugged into corners, glowing fairy lights hanging from the edges, pillows piled in the middle making it look like some cozy nest.

"What is this?" Harry asks quietly, taking a tentative step towards it while y/n closes the door.

"a blanket fort, obviously." She replies with a grin. "we're having a no-war-allowed sleepover, the only rule is that we are not able to mention war at least just for tonight."

Harry looks at her, his face a mix between confusion and surprise. He wants to tell her that this is ridiculous and go back to being alone in his room, but then he sees her smile and his heart skips a beat. She worked so hard for this, only for him, so he doesn’t find it in himself to be the one ruining it.

"This is just ridiculous" he mutters, but he still steps inside and sinks into the pillows.

"You're smiling." she points out, feeling her chest swell with pride once she's able to see the first smile from him in weeks.

"I'm not." He says even though his smile only gets bigger when she settles down beside him.

He doesn’t even know how, but she pulls two mugs from behind the blankets and offers him one. The mug is still warm when he takes it, and he gives her a little appreciative smile when he sips and the taste of hot cocoa fills his mouth.

They fall silent for just a moment until Harry talks again. "Can you tell me what the order discussed today at dinner? Did they-"

"Ah-ah" y/n interrupts, holding up a finger with mock sternness. "What did I say? No war talk tonight, it's a rule."

Harry huffs, but he doesn’t try to push it, because he knows how determined she can be when she wants to. "So what are we supposed to talk about, then? quidditch? school?"

She wrinkles her nose playfully. "No. How about this? We're making stories about the people in the order. You know, the lives they would have if they were... normal people."

Harry stares at her, amusement flashing across his face. "Are you serious?" He asks, even though he's one hundred percent sure she is.

"No! Sirius is asleep." She jokes, this is obviously a joke she picked up from Sirius himself. "Come on, It'll be fun! i'll go first." her face lights up as she hugs a pillow against her chest. "I think professor Lupin would totally own a bookstore. A cozy bookstore pilled with all kinds of books, and he would have a cat or two."

He rolls his eyes, laughing when she falls silent and gives him a pointed look. "Okay, I'll try. Let's see... Molly would own a bakery." He begins. "She would spend hours trying crazy recipes and she would most likely end up burning some things around, but people end up loving everything she bakes. She doesn't let anyone go without a free treat."

y/n seems delighted as she claps her hands together. "Yes! that's totally spot on, see? I knew you could do it!" It's her turn now, so she pauses for a second before smiling again. "If Sirius wasn't stuck here, he would be some kind of rockstar. He would travel around, throwing crazy shows and even crazier parties. And you know he would totally own a motorcycle, too."

"He would." Harry laughs for a moment until he falls silent. She thinks it's only him trying to come up with some other story, but then she's able to see the moment his face falls, smile disappearing. "You know, if things were normal, my parents..."

He doesn’t have the strenght to keep going, but he doesn’t have to. She knows. If Voldemort didn’t exist- if the order were just normal people, Harry's parents would still be alive. He wouldn't be the chosen one. He wouldn't have to carry the weight of the world on his shoulders.

She wants to tell him something, anything to try and make everything hurt a little less, but she knows no amount of words could ever do that. Instead, she scoots closer and wraps her arms around him in a hug. At first, Harry being Harry, he stiffens but after a long second, he melts into her.

"I'm sorry." She whispers once his forehead falls on her shoulder. He knows she's not apologizing for anything she's done, but rather for everything he's endured.

For a while, they sit there, silently embracing eachother. She rubs soothing circles on his back, her heart breaking at the thought of not being able to do anything to ease the pain.

She should talk. Tell him something, but she knows Harry, he won't want to open up about his emotions. At least not yet. The last thing he needs now is more sorrow, he just needs a way out of it, if only for a couple of hours.

"You know" she starts, her voice light. She knows she has to do this for him. "Maybe in another life, Snape runs a hair oil empire. He's definitely the type to use that rubbish on himself. That's why his hair's so slimy."

Harry seems caught off guard at first as he pulls back to look at her, but then a laugh escapes his lips. "His slogan would be something like 'Smooth as silk, greasy as a cauldron bottom.' and he has the ad campaigns nailed down."

y/n laughs so hard that she has to cover her mouth, fearing that Kreacher would hear and appear just to scold them. "If Snape hears you say that, he'll make sure to leave you bald."

"Better bald than greasy." He jokes, and she's just glad to see him happy again.

And just like that, the fort is filled with laughter again, the heaviness retreating a little while longer as they share stories and joke about members of the order, allowing themselves to forget about the upcoming war for just a while.

Harry had forgotten how easy it is to talk to y/n, she's always able to see right through him and ease his pain. No matter what he's going through, she's always able to get a laugh out of him. Around her, Harry can just be himself- not the chosen one, just Harry.

She's laughing about some kind of childhood story she's sharing with him, and he just can't help but stare at her for a little too long.

"What?" She ask in between giggles when she caughts him staring.

He shakes his head, a soft smile grazing his lips. "Nothing. Just... Thank you."

She tilts her head a little. "Why?"

"For this. I didn’t realize how much I needed this." he admits, feeling lighter than he has felt in weeks. "you just- you have a way of making everything feel better."

"You deserve it, Harry. You deserve more than this." She smiles, taking his hand to give it a soft squeeze.

"You're amazing, you know that?" The way she looks at him when the words leave his lips, the shine in her eyes, it makes his heart race.

And he knows it then. He loves her. Always has, like it was something so natural for him to do that he didn’t even realize it until he has to sit there and watch the blush creeping on her face. He loves her.

"I mean, I'm pretty proud of this fort—" She starts, but her words are cut off when his lips meet hers.

It's unexpected, the feelings of his lips takes her breath away for a long second until she's suddenly leaning into the kiss. Time seems to stand still for Harry once he allows himself to get lost in that exact moment, in the way her lips feel so soft, sweet against his. So comforting.

It's in that moment that he realizes, this isn't just a distraction. It isn't just a fleeting moment to forget about war. It's more than that. She is more than that.

She's his anchor. When the world feels like it's falling apart, when the weight of it all feels unbearable, she's always there— steady, unwavering, like some kind of safety net. Always waiting for Harry to fall into the comfort of her arms.

When he pulls apart, y/n is ready for him to start panicking, but he doesn’t do that. Instead, he lets himself lean into the comfort she offers. He presses his forehead to hers, closing his eyes and relaxing to the sounds of her slow breathing.

"Stay." He says suddenly, and she's not sure if he's asking for her to stay tonight or just forever.

But anyways, she replies. "I wasn't planning on leaving."

And for the first time in his life, Harry believes it's okay to share the weight with someone.

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take care of you

hyoma chigiri x physiotherapist gn!reader

synopsis: cute moment between you and chigiri in one of his physiotherapy sessions

tags: fluff, physiotherapy session, romantic implied relationship, can be seen as platonic, gentle reader

warnings: mention of his knee injury

The atmosphere in the Blue Lock physiotherapy center was calm. The match had ended, and Chigiri was feeling the effects of another intense game. It had been a tense day, but as always, he had given his all. How could it be any different? He loved soccer, and the effort he put into every moment showed that.

However, after the last match, he felt something odd in his right knee. It wasn’t something new—he’d been cautious ever since the serious injury he had suffered — the discomfort was unmistakable. When the doctor warned that another injury could mean the end of his career, Chigiri knew he couldn’t ignore any sign of pain.

As he entered the physiotherapy room, he saw you in the distance, organizing some equipment. Your smile was the kind of thing that always calmed him and brought him a constant comfort. And as his physiotherapist, you always made shure he felt safe around you.

"Oh, you’re here, Chigiri. How’s your knee, darling?" - You asked softly, your attentive eyes focused, but without rushing, as you always did.

He sat down on the examination table, looking away for a moment before answering, trying to hide any trace of concern.

"It’s nothing serious, just a little discomfort." - He forced a smile, trying to sound calm, but you knew better. You knew how careful he was about his health, and that this “discomfort” was not something he would take lightly.

You approached and began to examine his knee. Your hands were gentle, yet firm, as if you knew exactly where to apply pressure to relieve any tension or pain. Chigiri watched you, his eyes calm, but there was something vulnerable in the way he kept his lips sealed, perhaps from not wanting to show weakness.

"I know it’s not nothing, Chigiri. You wouldn’t hide this from me." - You said calmly, sitting next to him, your eyes meeting his. - "What happened?".

He let out a soft sigh, finally allowing himself to relax and tell you everything.

"I... felt something weird while running. I’m not sure if it was the quick movement, but I'm afraid the knee couldn’t handle the impact." - He bit his lower lip, as if blaming himself for the situation. - "I don’t want this to get worse. I can’t... I don’t want to stop playing."

You touched his knee carefully, feeling the tension there. The fear was evident in his eyes, but Chigiri didn’t say a word, preferring to remain silent while you worked to alleviate the pain.

"I know how much soccer means to you, Chigiri. But you need to take care of your body, or... You know." - Your voice was soft but firm. "I’m here, and I’ll help you, okay?"

He didn’t respond immediately, but his eyes softened slightly, as if he was grateful without having to say a word. It was comforting to see him trust you this way, even though he was usually so composed.

"I think you’re the only person who could convince me to rest for a bit." - He said quietly, his eyes softening as you continued to work.

You smiled, the gesture light, as you always did around him. It was reassuring to know he trusted you like this, especially considering how reserved he usually was.

The treatment continued as you applied an analgesic cream, massaging the affected area with slow, calm movements. Chigiri seemed more relaxed with each passing second. The two of you stayed quiet for a while, only the sound of his breathing and your careful touch breaking the silence.

When you finished, Chigiri reclined on the table, relieved, but still wearing that thoughtful look on his face.

"I think I’ll be fine." - He finally said, a small smile forming, his usual calm smile, but somehow different. It was as if, for a moment, he had allowed himself to just be... vulnerable, and believe himself.

You stayed by his side, grabbing a cloth to clean your hands.

"You will be, yes. And I’ll take care of you to make sure it stays that way." - Your smile was genuine. You’d always take care of him, not just as his physiotherapist, but in a way that went beyond that.

Chigiri looked at you, as if he had something to say but hesitated. He, who was so good with words on the field, seemed to lose his confidence when it came to speaking about feelings. But in the end, he simply gave you that gentle smile, the one only you saw, the one that said more than a thousand words ever could.

"Thank you. For everything. Not just for the knee." - He murmured, his eyes soft with tenderness that he usually didn’t show.

You didn’t need more words. Your heart already knew what he was trying to say.

"I take care of you. Always." - You replied softly, and then, on a sudden impulse, you placed a light kiss on his forehead. Something so natural, yet so full of meaning.

Chigiri looked surprised but then smiled genuinely, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

"I think it’s been a while since you’ve been taking care of me." - He said, a small, shy smile taking over his face.

At that moment, the silence between the two of you wasn’t uncomfortable. On the contrary, it was a silence full of mutual understanding. The treatment was done, but what remained between the two of you was something deeper than anyone could see.

[writingdevil]

Hii! Hewwo!!! Finally got the courage and an idea to get here haha. First of all I wanted to thank you for Tongues and Teeth. Like, really, big thanks. This fic got me through a pretty bad illness, and I found myself waiting for every new chapter. And, well, of course, it was an indirect reason for me even being here... I really enjoyed reacting on your fic in tags, and that, in fact, gave me the courage and impuls to post my own stuff. As for a prompt... Slay the Princess is happening at night, but rarely someone appreciated the stars. But they still were there. And in post-Tongues and Teeth they are there, too. I just thought it would be interesting to touch some voices' feelings and opinions when they are just stargazing. It could be about any voice really, or any group of voices, maybe you'll even explore them all - I would love to see it anyway :> Have a great day!!!

(Oh my God,you're so sweet!Thank you for liking my fic that much-I never expected people to actually be invested in my story.I'm really sorry that you were going through that illness,but I'm so touched that my story helped you get through it.I always love seeing your reaction to my fics-it's one of the things I look forward too!I love your idea and I hope you enjoy this,and that you have an amazing day!)

(This is post Tongues and Teeth)

It wasn't often that Contrarian liked to be still.He much preferred to be doing something that pissed one of the others-mainly Oppy-off.He liked keeping everyone on their toes,not knowing what he was about to do next-and no,he's definitely still not bitter from Oppy calling him predictable.Why would you think that?

But tonight,Contrarian was honestly happy to just relax with his flock,and stargaze with them all.

He couldn't remember who's idea it had been, probably one of the softer ones like Hero or Smitten,but eventually they all found themselves sitting out on the roofs of their bird houses at night, gazing up at the stars.

Contrarian never noticed how pretty the night sky was.Or did he ever even get the chance to,back in the Construct?Either way,it was nice to just chill out,take it easy,and look up at the stars-

"I don't see the appeal of this."

Well,not everyone felt the same way.

Contrarian chuckled,looking down at Cold,who was lying on his back and staring up at the sky in boredom.Cold hadn't seen the point in stargazing, but had still allowed Contrarian to drag him up here,and he had been silent ever since.

Contrarian had a feeling that Cold wouldn't particularly like this one activity,even if everyone had come out.He leaned back on his hands and asked,"No?You don't think the stars are interesting and cool to look at?"

"They're lights in the sky."

"Yeah,but do you think they're pretty?"Cold hummed in thought,before looking away as he replied,"You could certainly call them mesmerizing, if you were poetic enough."Contrarian snorted, knowing for a fact that Smitten has definitely described the stars as exactly that before.

"Mesmerizing doesn't equal interesting though," Cold quickly added,and Contrarian sighed,sitting up properly to tuck his knees under his chin."Yeah,I thought you'd say that,"he said,hoping to hide his disappointment in his voice.

He wasn't sure if Cold caught it or not,but he shrugged and looked back up at the sky."It was nice for a few minutes,but it doesn't make me feel much."

"Well not everything has to be about feeling something grand and overwhelming."He caught the flash of surprise on Cold's face,and then Contrarian's smile fell into a regretful frown.

This felt like a weird conversation to have,especially considering that himself and Cold were the known mischief makers of the flock.Contrarian just liked to do things that were fun,and his realm of fun had gotten a whole lot bigger now that they had their own bodies.

Cold was in that same boat,in which he could freely got out and find things to do that could potentially get rid of that numbness in his chest.The two of them spent most of their days discovering every fun thing that they couldn't before,not with that annoying Echo keeping them trapped.

He glanced back down at Cold,only to find him staring up at the sky with an empty look in his eyes. To anyone else,you would think that that was just Cold's natural expression,but Contrarian's been around him long enough to pick up the slight bitterness in his eyes,and he immediately felt bad.

He knew Cold had trouble with going about life without wanting something to make him feel something.He knew that in some ways-getting their own bodies had been harder to achieve that, because now Cold was responsible for everything that his body did.

What he chose to do,to hear,to experience,was all up to him,and sometimes his body and mind couldn't handle it.But the only reason it was difficult,was because the Decider wasn't here anymore.It was easier to want to feel something new,and block out anything that he deemed unimportant,when the situation involved whether to slay another person or not,and the horrifying consequences of it-all while hiding behind another greater being.

Contrarian sighed,then looked around at the other houses near them,and said,"I know this isn't your usual brand of fun and excitement."Cold just hummed in response,still not looking at him."But I think taking a moment to chill and relax is nice too."

"Easy for you to say,"Cold said,"you can be entertained by anything,and boredom can be easily fixed.You're not as...rigid as I am."Contrarian shrugged,looking back up at the stars."You never know until you try."

Cold huffed in quiet amusement,and Contrarian watched as his wings twitched and spread out and in-a surefire way to tell that Cold was getting restless,and was about to leave.

But Contrarian didn't want him to go.He wanted to be able to enjoy the loud and the quiet moments with Cold,without Cold feeling like it was pointless.

So he squinted up at the starry sky,until he grinned playfully,scooting closer and leaning down to whisper into Cold's ear.He pointed up at the sky and quietly said,"You know,if you squint,you can kinda see Skeptic's grumpy face in the sky."

Cold was confused for a few seconds,before he chuckled lightly,and Contrarian grinned in victory. Cold now had a soft smile on his face as he gazed up at the sky."You'll turn anything into a joke,won't you?"

Contrarian giggled,leaning away from the other bird now."Yeah,why not?Nothing's fun if everything's so serious all the time."

"But eventually even clowns get tired at telling jokes all the time."

Contrarian froze at Cold's empty words,before quickly turning to face him,and his heart twisted in guilt-something that didn't happen a lot,at the subtle sad look on Cold's face.

He thought Contrarian was getting bored of his own ways?He thought that stargazing meant that he was getting dull?

Contrarian would be offended if he didn't think this wasn't deeply hurting Cold,no matter how much the icy one would try to deny it.He thought that he was losing the one flockmate that could understand the way he thought and operated, leaving him an outcast in his own flock.

That wouldn't do.

Contrarian sighed loudly,then casually threw an arm over Cold's shoulders,which meant that his body was half bent down to even manage that,and even then,his arm was actually just circling the top of Cold's head.

He stayed in that position for a few minutes,until Cold eventually asked,"What are you doing?"

"I'm just-taking the moment in."

There was a small pause,before Cold then asked, "What do you mean?"

"Well,"Contrarian began,"it's such a nice night out, and it's rare that we're all doing something that isn't eating or having a meeting.I just wanted to take this moment in."

"Why would you bother with 'taking it in'?You could have moments like these all the time,and they'll just replace the last memory."

"Yeah,"Contrarian agreed,"but nothings gonna beat the first time you went stargazing with your whole flock." There was a fondness in Contrarian's voice that had Cold looking up at him curiously,but Contrarian took that moment to look up and around at the rest of his flock.

"There's just something-special,about moments like these,and it makes you want to stay there for as long as possible."

Contrarian's gaze went straight to Hero,who was giggling as he watched Hunted preen Stubborn's wings,and the preening appeared to be making Stubborn sleepy,to the point that he was struggling to keep his eyes open while laying on his chest. Hero smiled at them fondly,and started to pet the feathers on Stubborn's head.

Contrarian smiled at the sight,then his gaze drifted to the far left of them,where Smitten and Skeptic seemed to be utterly transfixed by the display of stars in the sky.Contrarian watched as Smitten excitedly pointed up at the sky,blurting out what was sure to be some sappy,poetic mess,looking over at Skeptic with pure glee in his eyes.

Skeptic actually looked quite calm and relaxed in this moment,matching Smitten's passion with a more calmer enthusiasm,gesturing up at the night sky and talking just as much as his counterpart was.

It was funny to imagine the conversation they must be having-a mix of lovey-dovey mush and innocent curiosity-but it also sounded very sweet.

"What's the point of dragging out something special?"Cold asked,"It's just going to make the moment boring more quickly."Contrarian made a noise of uncertainty."I don't think so.There's always something interesting to pick out."

He glanced over at their right,where Paranoid and Oppy were huddled close,talking quietly to themselves-probably the most unexpected and fascinating friendship to come out of this whole thing.

Paranoid-or Jitters,as Oppy loved to call him-was hugging himself for comfort,and had an anxious look in his eye as he spoke to Oppy,who was giving him his full attention,completely ignoring the illuminating sky above them.

Then Oppy smiled,in a way that Contrarian knew was hard for the other to easily do without fear,and softly draped his wing around Paranoid's shoulders, who's tense body instantly melted at the gesture, face wiped clean of stress,as he instead smiled and gave Oppy a grateful look.

Contrarian's attention was quickly snatched by the duo not too far away from them-Broken and Cheated.Broken had tucked his knees under his chin and looked to be in complete awe at the stars above him,and Contrarian wondered if he had found a new love to worship and submit to.

But then he saw the way that Cheated's attention was in no way on the stars-but instead on Broken. He was resting his arm on his knee,his cheek in his hand,and he had the most fond and lovestruck look that Contrarian has ever seen-that he truly believed that Cheated could give Smitten a run for his money.

He giggled and finally looked back down at Cold, who didn't seem so upset anymore,but instead was struggling to understand Contrarian's words."I don't get it,"he finally admitted,and Contrarian made a quick,sweeping gesture at their flock and said,"I'm just saying that-maybe this moment isn't for right now."

"What?"

Contrarian sat up properly again,and Cold was quick to copy him,determined to understand. Contrarian looked back up at the twinkling stars and said,"Maybe this moment is purely to look back on,to remember the soft times that made you happy.Maybe-maybe these are moments to make you feel warm in the future,whatever that may be."

Contrarian quickly glanced at Cold,suddenly feeling embarrassed at having talked so much without it sounding like a joke."I-I just like the thought of that as well.At being able to sit still,and still have good memories to look back on,with the rest of you weirdos."

He refused to look back at Cold,just waiting for the other to poke fun at or dismiss what he said.He couldn't decide what would be worse.

But then Cold hummed softly,scooting closer to nudge him with his wing."I suppose,"he quietly said, and Contrarian risked a quick look,"that you can sort of see Skeptic's grumpy face."

Contrarian froze,before he burst out laughing,and he even heard Cold's light laughter join in.

It ended being a perfect memory for Contrarian to cherish forever.

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HTTYD 3 Rewrite

This is a full rewrite of THW that I’ve been working on for a few years now, featuring my Light Fury redesign. It’s still mostly a rough draft. There are a few things here and there that I’d like to work out. Maybe I’ll even turn it into a detailed story one day, but for now this is just an outline of how the main events play out. Feel free to give helpful advice and criticism.

Opening Scene

Plays out mostly the same as the movie, except the gang actually work together as a team instead of just fumbling through.

After the trappers are taken out and the dragons are freed, the riders start to leave with the dragons. Toothless pauses while still on the deck, sniffing the air. Something has caught his attention. He snaps out of it when he hears Hiccup calling for him. He takes one last look around before finding Hiccup and flying off.

The camera pans down below the deck, where we partially see the Light Fury in a cage.

Grimmel and the Warlords

Like the movie, the warlords mention that the dragons on Berk are protected by a Night Fury, which catches Grimmel’s attention.

During this scene Grimmel mentions that he has started slaughtering the Light Furies after killing off the Night Furies, but he suspects that the Light Furies have gone into hiding since he has had a difficult time finding them.

He approaches the Light Fury's cage. The Light Fury presses herself up against the far side of the cage as Grimmel gets closer, snarling at him through the muzzle.

Toothless Meets the Light Fury

At the beginning of the scene Hiccup is looking over his map while Toothless is laying beside him, watching in interest. When Astrid and Stormfly show up, Toothless and Stormfly start to play with each other.

Their play is interrupted when something suddenly catches Toothless’ attention. He sniffs around, then flies down from the cliff’s edge into the forest below. He follows the strange scent until he reaches a clearing, where he sees the Light Fury.

He cautiously approaches her. She wakes up from her drugged-induced state and notices Toothless. Here we see that she’s muzzled.

Startled, she jumps to her feet and starts growling at Toothless. A chain leading to a metal collar around her neck rattles as she jolts up.

Toothless jumps back in surprise. The Light Fury notices the muzzle and paws at it in frustration. She starts pacing back and forth, keeping her eyes locked onto Toothless.

After a few moments of coaxing from Toothless, the Light Fury finally allows him to free her.

It's here that they gaze into each other's eyes, intrigued by one another. The moment is cut short when she notices Hiccup and Astrid. With a snarl, she fires a plasma blast into the trees. When she sees Hiccup and Astrid peer out from behind their cover, she fires a second blast.

Toothless roars at her and flares out his wings, putting himself between her and the riders so she can't fire another blast.

Overwhelmed, the Light Fury flies away.

The Following Day

The next day Hiccup is excited and fascinated at the idea of finding another Fury species. He describes her appearance to Fishlegs eagerly as he prepares a bowl of fish for Toothless.

Hiccup calls Toothless over for breakfast, but Toothless doesn’t move. We see him staring longingly at the sky, clearly distracted. He doesn’t give any sign that he heard Hiccup at all.

Toothless’ attention is drawn to two Nadders courting each other. He watches them thoughtfully.

Hiccup mentions going back to see if they can find the Light Fury and Toothless immediately perks up.

Hiccup and Toothless go back to where the Light Fury was the previous night. Toothless sniffs around the clearing while Hiccup examines where the Light Fury was chained. Here he finds a dart that was used to keep her drugged.

There is no dragon trap set.

Hiccup Meets Grimmel

Not many changes for this scene, but the damage done by Grimmel is a lot more significant. It’s not just Hiccup’s house that was attacked, a large portion of the village was burned down or damaged. Some people were even injured in the attack.

Fishlegs also isn’t disguised as Toothless. Toothless just simply isn’t there.

New Berk

Like the movie, we see Hiccup and everyone leaving Berk, but instead of leaving to find the Hidden World, they’re leaving so they can lie low and hide from Grimmel for the time being. It cuts back and forth between the Berkians flying with their dragons and Grimmel talking to the warlords. The Light Fury does not throw Hiccup off of Toothless during this scene.

The camera pans back from the large flock, where we see the Light Fury trailing them from behind.

First Date

Similar to the movie, Toothless wakes up when he senses the Light Fury nearby. He goes outside to meet her, where she then beckons for him to follow her.

Toothless glances back at Hiccup’s tent, hesitant to leave, but ultimately he decides to go with her.

The Light Fury lands on the beach and looks over to Toothless. Like the movie, he slips and stumbles out onto the beach. Once he recovers, the Light Fury takes to the air and urges him to come with her. Toothless roars to her in desperation, pacing back and forth along the shore. Her gaze follows his tail and she finally notices his missing tail fin. She lands on the beach and Toothless is thrilled, bounding around happily. The Light Fury slowly circles around him to the end of his tail, sniffing at where his missing tail fin should be.

The two continue bonding on the beach. Hiccup eventually catches up and watches from afar.

Note: The Light Fury does not try to court Toothless here.

The Light Fury tries to get Toothless to play. Toothless returns her gesture, and the two chase each other around the beach.

Toothless notices a branch on the ground and snatches it up in his jaws. He draws the Light Fury in the sand. She’s confused by the gesture, but amused. She carefully steps around the drawing and approaches Toothless, who offers her a gummy smile. She attempts to mimic him.

While she's smiling at him she glances up and notices Hiccup. Her ears pin back, and her teeth reappear as she starts to growl. There’s a low hiss as she charges up a plasma blast. Toothless roars at her in panic, and she stops, looking at him and then back at Hiccup before she turns and runs. She takes to the air, and Toothless tries to fly after her, only to crash into the water. Unlike the movie, he doesn't glare at his tail.

Toothless' New Tail

We find out that Hiccup has started calling the Light Fury Soundbreak.

Hiccup calls Toothless over and hooks up the new auto tail fin.

Toothless examines his new prosthetic, opening and closing his tail fins to test it out. He shakes his head with a snort of disapproval. He looks at Hiccup with uncertainty, letting out a confused croon.

Hiccup reassures Toothless that it's okay. It will just be until he brings Soundbreak back.

Toothless nuzzles Hiccup before turning to take off. He glances back at Hiccup one last time, then takes to the sky.

Second Date

The scene plays out the same as the deleted scene. The only difference is that she doesn't pretend to be uninterested in the beginning. Instead she invites Toothless to go flying with her after she sniffs his fake tail fin.

Unknowing to Toothless, Soundbreak is testing him. Furies test the strength and endurance of potential mates to make sure they are strong and healthy. Soundbreak is making sure that Toothless can keep up with her and that his prosthetic tail fin isn’t a hindrance to him, though Toothless thinks it’s all a game.

Toothless doesn’t use the lightning to cloak. That ability is completely removed.

The Hidden World

Soundbreak brings Toothless to a large clearing, where both Night Furies and Light Furies are waiting. After realizing they were being hunted, the Night Furies and Light Furies went into hiding.

Soundbreak introduces Toothless to the other Furies, who sniff at him curiously. A loud, bellowing roar suddenly rings out. The other Furies back away as a Titan Wing Night Fury approaches. This dragon is covered in scars, his wings and tail fins tattered from age. This is the alpha of the Fury flock that lives in the Hidden World. His piercing yellow eyes look over Toothless, examining him closely. After a few moments the alpha accepts Toothless.

Toothless and Soundbreak perform a courting dance, with Toothless following her lead. They trot around each other in a circle, wings up and tails swishing. Once the dance is complete and they have accepted each other as mates, the other Furies roar in celebration.

Like the movie, Hiccup tells Astrid that they should leave when he sees how happy Toothless is. They are discovered by a Rhumblehorn just as they’re about to leave.

While Toothless is in the clearing he glances back at his tail, missing Hiccup. A second later the Rhumblehorn gives the warning call.

Toothless saves Hiccup and Astrid. Unlike the movie, Toothless doesn't look annoyed having to do so.

Toothless and Soundbreak Get Captured

Similar to the movie, Hiccup tells Toothless that he should stay in the Hidden World, believing that he’ll be happier with his own kind. The moment is interrupted when Toothless notices Soundbreak.

He urges her to meet Hiccup. Although apprehensive, she still follows Toothless.

Soundbreak senses that something is wrong and warns Toothless before taking to the sky. A dart whizzes through the air and hits her in the neck, sending her crashing down.

Toothless desperately runs to her. When he sees Grimmel he starts charging a plasma blast. Grimmel shoots Toothless in the neck with a dart. Toothless staggers, managing to fire a blast that misses Grimmel before he collapses.

Grimmel notices Hiccup running down the hill. He whistles a command to his Deathgrippers and points to Hiccup. As Hiccup reaches Grimmel the Deathgrippers swarm him, one of them pinning him to the ground. Hiccup can do nothing but watch as both Toothless and Soundbreak are hooked up to the airship.

When Toothless wakes up Grimmel threatens Hiccup and uses him as leverage instead of the Light Fury. Grimmel orders Toothless to stand down and command the flock to follow him, otherwise Hiccup will die. Toothless has no choice but to obey.

The Final Battle

Hiccup gets rescued by the other riders. Once Hiccup is safe, Toothless orders the other dragons to fight back.

Grimmel drugs Toothless and rides him instead of the Light Fury. He plans on flying Toothless somewhere else so he can kill him and finish what he has started. Grimmel believes that Hiccup can’t stop him without his dragon.

Hiccup has no choice but to ask Soundbreak for help. She allows him to ride her, wanting to save Toothless just as much as he does.

They catch up to them and knock Grimmel off of Toothless, who then grabs onto Hiccup before he falls. In a last ditch effort, Grimmel shoots Toothless with a tranquilizer dart.

As Toothless plummets towards the ocean, Hiccup tells Soundbreak to save him. He lets go of her so she can catch Toothless.

Soundbreak comes back for Hiccup after saving Toothless. After catching him, she gives Hiccup the same gummy smile that Toothless showed her earlier.

Epilogue

The dragons are able to come and go between New Berk and the Hidden World as they please. Toothless lives on an island close to New Berk with his mate, but he visits Hiccup often.

Together, Hiccup and Toothless continue to fight for a world where humans and dragons can live in peace and the dragons won’t have to stay in hiding.

Additional Notes

Snotlout hitting on Valka is completely cut out.

Toothless is the alpha of the dragons on Berk, not the king of all dragons.

There is no alpha of the Hidden World. Individual packs have their own individual alpha.

While the movie pushes the idea of forcing the dragons into the Hidden World to keep them safe from humans, my AU is the opposite. The goal is to fight for a world where dragons won’t have to stay hidden and instead can live peacefully on the surface without the fear of being hunted. The reason the Berkians decide to stay on New Berk even after Grimmel is defeated is so they can protect the Hidden World and also so the dragons can protect them. It’s a mutual relationship.

Grimmel’s Deathgrippers aren’t killed. After the final battle the Deathgrippers are more neutral, not knowing what to do without their master. Hiccup and the others remove the Deathgrippers’ harnesses. Once the venom wears off and the dragons are back to normal, they fly away, finally free of Grimmel’s control.

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The Bride (Pure Vanilla Cookie x fem!Reader) [Part 2]

And we're back! Still no beta. Also, I started writing this before I caught up to Beast Yeast Chapter 7, so if there's anything inaccurate with the current state of canon, that's why

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Opening his eyes is a daunting task, but he tackles it as he always did ever since his childhood. The farm needed tending before the sun even presented to make sure everything would run smoothly and his parents needed his help to complete those tasks, after all, so Pure Vanilla Cookie had long cultivated the habit of not taking too long to shake off sleep and start his day.

Still, he struggles to open his eyes and he isn’t sure why.

“I think you killed him.”

“Don’t be silly! My handsome husband wouldn’t die from so little!”

Whispered words reach his ears, finally giving him the push to open his eyes and blink them owlishly a few times as his mind processes what—or who stands in front of him. It is a cookie he has never seen before, one oddly beautiful, like the statues of pure white sugar one can find in old chapels and cathedrals. Beautiful, yes, yet morbid.

“Oh, you’re awake!” The beautiful cookie smiles at him, stepping closer. The light of the candle on the bedside table—whose bed and whose room is he in? Did she carry him here? Has he been kidnapped?—allowing him to take a better look at her.

She seems to be a bit taller than the average cookie and her dough has an odd quality to it. It looks not quite fresh and not quite stale, like it stopped in the middle of the process of losing vitality. Her eyes are void of all light, cold and unseeing in appearance. Her gown is a beautiful and elaborated piece, from the bodice encrusted with jewelry—delicate jewelry that imitate little flowers and stars so well he has a hard time believing they’re stones and metals—to the long layered skirt that hides her legs and feet, as if she is part cloud—more jewels and flowers that shine beautifully—and the puffy sleeves that protect her arms from the slight breeze entering from the windows. A long veil dangles from the elegant up-do of her hair, falling like a curtain of the silkiest cotton candy.

The picture perfect image of a breathtaking bride ready to walk down the aisle.

“I think you hit his head against too many roots,” he can’t see who speaks, however the voice strangely seems to come from the cookie.

“Shh, quiet you!” she hisses, knocking on her own head before returning to her smiling expression. “I’m glad you’re awake, husband. I was afraid for a second.”

Wait.

“Husband?” his voice comes a bit raspy. Sitting up, he finally looks at the room he currently finds himself in.

It is a big room, much bigger than one cookie needed, decorated richly with plants and vases and statuettes. The bed he rests on is big, big enough for three of him, the bedding, of a pastel yellow with blue and white flowers, soft and comfortable, of a quality one would only see in Golden Cheese Cookie’s castle. The furniture was definitely crafted lovingly by a talented hand, each star and flower carved to perfection. The mirror shows Pure Vanilla Cookie his own confused face and slight crooked bow tie-

Bow tie?!

“What?!”

Throwing the covers aside, he takes a good look at his garments. Long gone are his usual flowing tunic and cape, instead a perfectly fitted white tuxedo with gold lapels and accents greets him. A hand to his head confirms that his hat is nowhere to see. He also cannot find his trusty staff anywhere.

“Don’t worry, dear, I didn’t change you... That should be saved for our honeymoon, right?”

Looking back at the only other cookie in the room, Pure Vanilla finally notices how similar the hands cupping her cheeks are to the one that grabbed his wrist and pulled him. Dry and hardened, like a branch.

“H... honeymoon?” he stutters, looking around one last time in hopes of finding at least his staff. “I’m sorry, there must be a mistake...”

“There is no mistake, husband. The vows were said and the rings were exchanged, we’re now wife and husband!”

She giggles, showing off her left hand.

The promise ring he prepared for White Lily Cookie glints from her ring finger.

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☆Sirius Black centric fanfic:

The Stars Meet Once Again by karmatime

Summary:

Sirius glared at them. “This house is supposed to have only one Black in it! So, if someone doesn’t explain to me soon what’s going on, you bet I will turn it back that way!”

All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.

Or, during the first wizarding war a letter is sent to Orion Black informing him about both his sons tragic fate. Parents last hope to fix what's left of their broken family.

Chapter I

“All happy families are alike; each unhappy family is unhappy in its own way.” ― Leo Tolstoy

Orion Black hadn’t left his study room in approximately thirteen days. 

The tea tasted different lately, though Walburga Black hadn’t changed a thing.

Walburga found herself shamefully curious to get to the bottom of what busied her husband so much lately. 

She woke up very early that day, and yet again the matron of the The Noble and Most Ancient House of Black, found her matters empty and cold. Silence was something Mrs. Black was fond of, but the silence that had been haunting her home the last few years had been…rather unpleasant. 

After finishing her tasteless tea, Walburga strolled through one of the ever endless corridors of Grimmauld Place. The paintings of the House Black yawned and greeted her matron, some of them whispering about who knows what rubbish, some of them gossiping about Orion’s state, and advising her not to enter the now infamous, forbbited office of her husband. A wife should know better than to interfere with her husband's work. 

Well, over Salazar’s head would Walburga allow any corner of this house be forbidden to her. 

Walburga knocked on the door she had been glaring holes in the past days. 

As much expected, no one answered. 

“Do you wish for me to break the door, Orion?” Walburga called. 

She was met with silence. 

Walburga clicked her tongue, a gesture only Orion Black would achieve out of her, and a vile trait her elder son– Walburga exhaled, she drew her wand out of her robes, and pointed at the door handle. “Apertum!”

There he was.

Walburga had met Orion when he had been nine years old, while herself thirteen. Despite her impulsive, immature, reckless and impetuous behaviour at that young age, and the enormous abhor she bore for the young boy, the future heir of the House Black, Walburga could have insulted him on any front, except Orion’s appearance. Orion Black in every; state, age, and emotion, Walburga had seen him, had always been good-looking, and most importantly put together.

In their years of marriage, Mrs. Black never thought she would see her husband in this sort of state. 

Orion was not sat on his chair, but on the floor. Observing him, she noticed how most of the buttons on his green robes were messily undone, those black distinguishable black hair that now shared gray there surly passed hell to be stuck in the position they did. He looked pale, eyes darted, sleepless, and in pain. 

Walburga entered the room, immediately pointing her wand at the windows, clearly deducting that in thirteen days there had been no air circulating in this room. “Orion,” Walburga called, “care to explain yourself?”

Her husband winced when the first ray of sun fell on his waxed skin, lifting his hand, to block the light. The man looked up at Walburga and then down at all sorts of scattered papers he had lying around the room. 

Finally, sense came back in his eyes. Mr. Black looked back at his wife once again. “Walburga.” The woman lifted her eyebrow, waiting for him to explain himself. “What are you doing here?”

Clearly disappointed and clearly disbelieved by her husband’s words, Mrs. Black glared at him. “Do you know how many days you have been here?”

Orion took his time to respond. “No.”

“Thirteen days.” Walburga answered, poison in her voice. “No food, no water, and clearly no breathable air.” 

The men’s eyes widen. “Is that so?” he hummed to himself.

“Yes.” Walburga responded. “So?” 

Orion got to his feet, but the sudden movement made Mr. Black’s body swayed. Before any accident happened Walburga firmly wrapped her hands around her husband’s arms, raising her eyes to meet his stare. “I’ve something vital to inform you of.” A pregnant silence fell between the Head of the Household and his Lady, as they tried to communicate through their eyes, an action that only could be achieved in the many years of marriage they shared. Walburga waited patiently for husband to continue, but saying she was baffled by the words that uttered from Orion’s mouth would be a great understatement. Walburga felt her heart drop to her stomach. “Our eldest son-” Mrs. Black eyes widened. It had been four years since the banishment of Sirius Black from the Black Household. Four years. “-will be imprisoned in Azkaban, trailed for the murder of twelve Muggles and-” Walburga kept searching in Orion’s eyes, trying to comprehend what was being said to her, “-and the murder of James and Lily Potter.”

“What?!” Walburga's arms got a hold of her husband’s shoulders. But, James Potter is his- “Orion, what-”

“He will be imprisoned for twelve years,” Orion continued, he put his hand over hers, nodding to her confusion, pronouncing the words so carefully, not to leave anything misinterpreted, “for the murders done by Peter Pettigrew. An Order’s member who is in fact a Death Eater spook, and also his mate. This will happen the day the heir of the Potters’ will be born.”

Walburga's mouth fell agape, she swallowed thickly, suddenly feeling nauseous, her pupil dilated and her hands shook. “Orion Black, if this is supposed to be a joke-”

“Where have I ever made a joke, woman?” Orion interrupted sharply, he raised his arms, and cuddled her face in his hands, blocking her view from everything. “I need you to meet my eyes and grasp my meaning. I need you to comprehend. Walburga. Walburga!”

The matron kept searching her husband’s gray eyes, trying to find what she had never lost to begin with. “How do you know?” she whispered. 

“I told myself.” Orion answered. 

Walburga frowned. “What do you mean, Orion? How do you know S– how do you know he will have such fate?”

“A letter came in,” Orion exhaled, his bottom lip trembling, as he stared at Walburga’s eyes. “A letter from my future self. I can't say what years, nor the magic I've employed, nor how I came to know. The letter said such–” before his wife interrupted him, Orion continued, “-I have been confined to this room, striving to ascertain the truth, long before you even think to ask, Walburga. Peter Pettigrew is indeed a Death Eater, the whole lot of the Order of the Phoenix is trying to find the traitor.”

“Are you sure your informative is-”

“Yes!” Orion answered, not leaving room for confusion. “He-I said, if I don't take action, I'll regret it for the rest of my days. He was desperately explaining to me that this would poison all of us. Walburga, Sirius is in grave danger.”

Walburga’s insides stirred at the mention of her elder son, her ever first star. A name that was not spoken in this house for four years. “Orion. The day James Potter’s son will be born, Sirius Orion, our noxious idealistic ignorant elder son who forfeited his title of heir for–” Walburga exhaled, “will be accused of murdering twelve people, and not only that, but he will be held accountable for the deaths of James and Lily Potter. The James Potter?”

“Yes,” Orion nodded, “and not only that.”

Walburga pushed her husband, running hands over her face and hair, now understanding her husband’s state. “What possibly else?!”

Orion made his way to the desk, pushing letters aside with a frown. At last, he appeared to uncover what he sought. He passed the letter to his wife and said,

“Regulus will die in two days. On December 25th.”

…

“I felt there was no point in telling anyone anything that was happening inside of me.” ― Christa Woolf

A young man sauntered down the lengthy alleys in a hurry. He messily tried to unbutton his collar with an agitation that had never been seen on him before. His long black cape covered most of the space when he took turns, and his hand slid through the walls to brace himself for any fall. He ran his hand through his distinguishable black curled mess, trying to ground himself, however every action taken to calm down was in vain. 

He couldn’t get himself to fix his heretic breathing. 

In a few other turns, he found himself in one of the many dark alleys of London. 

The panicked man slammed his body in the wall, and slowly let himself slide on the ground, leaning on his knees. 

“Are you alright, sir?”

The man snapped his head up, eyes widened with terror, hand reaching for his wand. 

His actions felt foolish when he noticed that the person in front of him was just a stray lass. 

“Mind your own affairs,” he sharply responded. 

The girl frowned. “Do I seem like I have things such as affairs, sir?”

The man glared at her. “Get lost.”

“I’m trying to help you, sir. Why are you so mean?”

“With what could you possibly help me with?!” the man snapped. 

The girl didn’t even flinch at the raised voice, but continued. “These are hard times, sir. Don’t you agree? Even words make one feel better. I have those. Can I ask you your name?”

The man clenched his jaw, and took a good look at the girl in front of him. Dark skinned, brown hair, brown eyes, petite, and dressed in dirty robes. He knew that she must be a muggle born. Every stray child in the streets recently were muggle born. For a reason. Not too long ago, if this girl had crossed paths with him, she would have been killed. How would a low blood like the girl ever dared to talk to a Black, not any a Black, the presumed heir of the noble and most ancient house of magic, and a loyal servant to Lord Voldemort, who admired his every move. 

How foolish, foolish he ever had been, the sorrowfilled young man thought, how self-absorbed. It was to be said, it was in human nature for young people to be foolish. If the blessed with youth and health didn’t have a rush heart and mind, how would anything ever be. The young children had to have the flaw. For some the flaw came lightly, it didn’t affect their future and it was a lesson well learned. 

While for others, it was a death penalty. 

The young man understood this too late.   Far too late and far too gone. 

He made choices he could no longer take back. 

Suddenly a pair of gray eyes of its own flashed on his eyes. 

Someone who had tried to talk sense to his thickness. 

He hadn't listen. 

You foolish boy, he called to himself. Listen to your big brother, you foolish lonely child who sought nothing but love and gave the world everything of not love.

Before the man could respond to the eyeful girl, he had been greeted with the sudden appearance of a very familiar figure. 

“Oh, Master! Master! Master! Kreacher was worried, Master! Kreacher has been looking for you, Master! Why did Master run off? Was it Kreacher’s fault?!”

The elf who appeared had a bulbous, snout-like nose, bloodshot eyes, many folds of skin, and white hair growing out of his bat-like ears, and it was beyond obvious that the young man's eyes had softened as soon as he saw those features. 

“It was not your fault, Kreacher,” the man said, “I just needed…I need time.”

Kreacher worriedly looked at his Master.

“Is that a house elf?”

The girl’s voice reminded the young man of her presence. “Yes,” he said. 

The girl looked at the elf and gave him a small smile. 

Kreacher looked between his Master and the girl, more worried and confused.

Before the elf could appoint his worries, the young man stood tall on his feet. “Let’s go, Kreacher. You- girl,” the young man turned to her, taking one last look at her, “your words. They were helpful.”

“But I didn’t say anything-”

“You shouldn’t be here today. It’s Christmas. You will die.”

The girl’s eyes widened. 

At that the young man disappeared. 

Knowing that he was headed towards his death. 

The young man, Regulus Black was his name, had Apparate himself in front of The Cave. He put his hand in his pocket, finding the duplicate of the locket Horcrux safely in there. 

The sea was furious. 

Regulus could smell salt and hear rushing waves; a light, chilly breeze ruffled his hair as he looked out at moonlit sea and star-strewn sky. He was standing upon a high outcrop of dark rock, water foaming and churning below him. He glanced over his shoulder. A towering cliff stood behind them, a sheer drop, black and faceless. A few large chunks of rock looked as though they had broken away from the cliff face at some point in the past. It was a bleak, harsh view, the sea and the rock unrelieved by any tree or sweep of grass or sand. 

“Master? Are you alright? Master, Kreacher is very worried. Is Master sure? Does Master want to turn back–”

“Don’t upset me with such nonsense, Kreacher,” Regulus interrupted him. “I’m ready. Lead me the way.”

“Yes, sir!”

Kreacher effortlessly, remembering his last journey with Voldemort, led Regulus Black inside the cave.

An eerie sight met their eyes: They were standing on the edge of a great black lake, so vast that Regulus could not make out the distant banks, in a cavern so high that the ceiling too was out of sight. A misty greenish light shone far away in what looked like the middle of the lake; it was reflected in the completely still water below. The greenish glow and the light from the two wands were the only things that broke the otherwise velvety blackness, though their rays did not penetrate as far as Regulus would have expected. The darkness was somehow denser than normal darkness. 

Kreacher looked around the cave, silently shaking, “There-!” He pointed toward the misty green light in the center of the lake. 

“Do we have to pass through the lake?” Regulus asked Kreacher. 

“No, no, no. Kreacher doesn’t think so, sir. I saw Lord-I saw-I saw-”

Regulus grabbed Kreacher’s shoulders. “It’s alright. It’s alright, Kreacher. I’m here.”

Kreacher’s eyes filled with tears. “Oh, yes, yes! Master is here! Kreacher is happy to serve the Master!”

With that said, Kreacher walked near the black lake getting a hold of something Regulus couldn’t see, suddenly a thick coppery green chain appeared out of thin air, extending from the depths of the water into Kreacher’s clenched hand. The elf tapped the chain, which began to slide through his fist like a snake, coiling itself on the ground with a clinking sound that echoed noisily off the rocky walls, pulling something from the depths of the black water. Regulus gasped as the ghostly prow of a tiny boat broke the surface, glowing as green as the chain, and floated, with barely a ripple, toward the place on the bank where they stood.  

“Kreacher, you mentioned,” Regulus eyed the black lake, “you mentioned some things were in the water. Is it safe for us to sail?”

“Yes, sir,” Kreacher nodded. “They haven’t noticed we’re not the Dark Lord, sir. That’s why they let us lift the boat, sir.” 

Regulus nodded, and stepped inside the boat, Kreacher following suit. 

It was a very uncomfortable boat, and despite Kreacher being small, Regulus found himself tight. 

Regulus looked down and saw the reflected gold of his wandlight sparkling and glittering on the black water as they passed. The boat was carving deep ripples upon the glassy surface, grooves in the dark mirror. . . . And then Regulus saw it, marble white, floating inches below the surface.

Regulus clenched his fists, taking a deep breath. 

Regulus looked ahead, swallowing thickly. 

Sure enough, the greenish light seemed to be growing larger at last, and within minutes, the boat had come to a halt, bumping gently into something that Regulus could not see at first, but when he raised his illuminated wand he saw that they had reached a small island of smooth rock in the center of the lake. 

The island was nor large, an expanse of flat dark stone on which stood nothing but the source of that greenish light, which looked much brighter when viewed close to. Regulus squinted at it; at first, he thought it was a lamp of some kind, but then he saw that the light was coming from a stone basin rather like the Pensieve, which was set on top of a pedestal.

They approached the basin. Side by side, they looked down into it. The basin was full of an emerald liquid emitting that phosphorescent glow. 

“The Horcrux is in there, sir.” Kreacher whispered. 

Regulus nodded, he feared so. “This is what he made you drink, Kreacher?”

“Yes, yes sir- Kreacher drank, and as he drank, he saw terrible things... Kreacher’s insides burned...Kreacher cried for Master Regulus to save him, he cried for his Mistress Black, but the Dark Lord only laughed . . . He made Kreacher drink all the potion...He dropped a locket into the empty basin...He filled it with more potion. And then the Dark Lord sailed away, leaving Kreacher on the island...”

Regulus looked down at the poison. How foolish…how foolish he had been. Thinking that the Dark Lord was his savior, thinking tha joining the Death Eaters would… would fix things. Agreeing to ideologies only based on what he was told to agree. He had even volunteered for Kreacher. Regulus had said that it was an-an honor. How foolish

“If Master Regulus hadn’t called for Kreacher-”

“Don’t say no more, Kreacher.” Regulus looked at the poison, filled with rage.

Regulus took from his pocket the locket. 

He looked at the Horcrux, locket. 

He had done well. 

They looked identical. 

“Kreacher,” Regulus called, facing the elf. 

“Yes, Master.” Kreacher looked at the young man in front of him. The younger son of his Mistress. He had seen the Master grow up, from the timid boy that his behind his brother, to a true honourable Black. He got a hold of Kreacher’s hand and opened it, placing the locket. “I’m ordering you to leave this place without me-”

“What–”

“I will drink the potion, Kreacher. Once the basin is empty, you have to switch the lockets, that will be your only worry, that’s your order, do not help me. Once you have the real locket, you’re to return home, never to speak of this to mother, and you have to destroy the Horcrux,” Regulus said. 

“Master–”

“No,” Regulus responded sharply, “this is an order, Kreacher.”

“But, Master- Master will–if Kreacher– the Mistress–”

“Kreacher, this is an order!”

The elf stilled, eyes wide. He looked at his Master, tears falling down his eyes. He nodded in understanding, weeping as he tightened his grip on the locket. 

Regulus took a deep breath. 

I know I will be dead long before you read this but I want you to know that it was I who discovered your secret. I have stolen the real Horcrux and intend to destroy it as soon as I can. I face death in the hope that when you meet your match, you will be mortal once more.

Before Kreacher could make any further protest, Regulus lowered the crystal goblet into the potion. When the glass was full to the brim, Regulus lifted it to his mouth, and didn’t stop every refill. Regulus plunged the glass blindly back into the basin, refilled it, and drank once more. 

Kreacher couldn’t believe his eyes. His master was not stopping. Kreacher had started to face delirium after the third refill.

Regulus didn’t stop. 

He drank.

Drank.

Kreacher could see his Master’s body shaking, his eyes gathering tears, his energy leaving his body. 

The moment the basin was emptied. His Master’s sanity left him. “No, no, no, no, I can’t, I can’t, don’t make me, I don’t want to!” Regulus sobbed. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Make it stop! Make it stop! Someone make it stop! I’m sorry! I’m sorry! It’s my fault!” The young man moaned in pain, shaking his head, sliding into the ground. “What have I done?! What have I done?! What have I become?! Who is this?! Who is-”

Kreacher started to sob, with trembling hands he switched the lockets. 

He turned his head, his Master was dragging himself to the lake. 

Kreacher shook his head. “Kreacher is a good house elf! Kreacher obeys his master! Kreacher obeys his master! Kreacher- Kreacher- Kreacher has to go home–! Kreacher had- Kreacher knows!” Kreacher sobbed, as he watched the young Master’s body being dragged away. “Kreacher knows!” he shouted. “Kreacher knows master Regulus is trying to protect them all!”

Kreacher shook his head, tightened his grip on the locket and without looking back he Apparated hom–no. Kreacher heard his Mistress. His Mistress was calling him. 

Kreacher’s eyes widened. He was still in the cave and Dovki, another elf of the House Black, was there.

“Dovki–” Kreacher stunned. 

“Kreacher, oh, Kreacher–what has Kreacher done–” Dovki looked around the cave, terrified. “The Mistress, knows, Kreacher– she told Dovki– Dovki doesn’t know what she knows- but the Mistress told Dovki–so- she ordered to bring the young Master outside, now!”

Kreacher hugged the locket protectively, and looked at the place he had last seen his young Master.

He ran down, Dovki following him. 

The young master was there, laid on the ground, as white-boddied creatures Kreacher remembered climbed his body, and dragged him down.

His master was sobbing, in his delirium from the potion. 

“Mistress told Dovki that this place’s weakness is magic elf,” Dovki turned to Kreacher, her voice shaken as she saw the young Master. “If we both Apparate, the Mistress ordered, the magic can be strong enough to pull the young Master!”

Without giving it a second thought, Kreacher ran, and Dovki followed suit. 

“Where are we to Apparate?!”

“Sirius Black's house–Dovki knows!”

[sleepnoises]

A commission with prompts including "beast," "gentle + cozy + taciturn + ancient," and "will go on a bookshelf to care for and protect the books"

[biblicalhorror]

Got upset thinking about the wasted potential of zoeys extraordinary playlist as psychological horror/thriller again :/

[okordinaryish]

guess who's finally learning that her writing doesn't have to be perfect from the get-go and that she can just write what she wants to and go back later to make it better

[reignpage]

College student!Sukuna

21:47pm: his dirty secret

Warnings: 18+ mdni, panty stealing, panty sniffing, masturbation, dubcon, yandere themes

college student!sukuna is infamous around campus. every girls’ wet dream and every man’s competition. he just so happens to run in the same circle as you; close friends with a friend of a friend, you can’t help but see him everywhere. 

college student!sukuna is a huge guy, with hulking muscles, tattoos that peek from his torso, and bright pink hair. you could never miss him. no one could. not with his shit-eating grin or deep laugh that always makes you feel like he knows something no one else does. 

you and him are kind of friends. once in a while, when gojo says something stupid or toji inevitably picks a fight with some random guy, you find yourself sharing a knowing look with college student!sukuna , who flashes you a grin that sends shivers down your spine. 

college student!sukuna is touchy as hell. he brushes past you with a hand on your waist and a pat on your hip. he leans in close, breath warm against your cheek, as his lips graze your ears in a whisper, a snarky comment about how the guy you’re talking to has a small dick so don’t waste your time with that loser. 

and although college student!sukuna is known as a ladies’ man and there doesn’t seem to be a single girl on campus who hasn’t fucked him, you never actually see him with a broad. doesn’t bring a date to gojo’s party, not a single mention of his latest fuck when the guys are bragging, and he certainly doesn’t seem to notice the hoard of girls begging for his attention. 

no, college student!sukuna only has eyes on you. he watches the way you sway your hips to the shitty techno music, how your hair flips with every twist and turn, and sees the flutter of your eyes when you meet his gaze through the thick crowd of gyrating bodies. 

it’s only recently that you started to let yourself feel something for college student!sukuna . before that, you chalked up the lingering stares and heated sweeps down your body as alcohol induced lust. but now, you allow yourself to entertain the idea that the pink haired man might actually like you. 

college student!sukuna does. he doesn’t want to cave first; his ego can’t take the hit, is what he tells his dumbass best friend, toji. the real truth is that he doesn’t want to be rejected. not when you’re the only girl who laughs at his jokes and knows that he never means the cranky and sarcastic comments. 

especially not when you’re the girl he envisions every time he needs to cum. he wraps his big hand around his even bigger dick and strokes it to the pace he thinks you’ll use against him when he finally brings you to your knees. when he strokes his tip, thumb running across the slit, he thinks of your plump lips wrapping around his head, stretching to fit as much of him as you can. 

when he shudders through an orgasm, he imagines you sticking your tongue out as he spurts all over your face, the pearly white droplets painting your skin, and it has him groaning into his fist to keep quiet, lest you find out he’s snuck into your room when the whole gang had come over to celebrate your roommate/best friend, shoko’s, birthday. 

college student!sukuna doesn’t know what he’d do if you burst into your room and stumbled upon him with the hem of his shirt tucked between his teeth, jeans unzipped, one hand wrapped around his dick and the other holding your dirty panty to his nose. 

hell, maybe you’d like it. maybe it’ll make you soak the ones currently between your legs. perhaps you’re just as dirty as he is, just as deprived and desperate. but he’ll have to find out another day, because you’re all in the living room dimming the lights and setting the cake down. 

so college student!sukuna settles for the fantasy of you and he pockets the soiled fabric, and another from the laundry basket for good measure, saving the thrill for another lonely night wishing his fist was your pussy. 

[tojbnuy]

mini part 4 for gojo day 🧁 next part will probably be the finale. thank you for showing best friend toru so much love even tho he is fairly toxic. art by @ _3aem on twt!! part one part two part three

warnings: a very vague birthday bj, some feelings? MDNI

birthdayboybestfriend!satoru who waits with his phone in his hand ignoring all his other messages and skipping to your contact because he knows you’ll say it at bang on midnight. he is then smiling so hard at his phone suguru actually gets worried.

bestfriend!satoru who obviously has party of the century going on at his place. being the star boy he is, he is soaking up the attention. however he has been dyingggg for your arrival, he makes sure to tell every girl that approaches him that he is booked and busy for today.

bestfriend!satoru who tackles you into a massive hug when he sees you and picks you up just to make sure everyone else sees this. you’re wearing white (his favourite) and he knows for a fact you did that on purpose.

bestfriend!satoru who disregards everyone else’s presents for the time being so he can give you and your presents his full attention. unfortunately he is nosy and had scrolled through your google tab last week so he already knew what two of them were going to be.

bestfriend!satoru who (staying true to character) asks you for a birthday kiss. ‘can i have my last present now baby?’ and then he’s pressed up against you and his familiar taste is all you can take in. ‘toru people can see us’ ‘let them see baby’

bestfriend!satoru who wraps your ponytail around his fist whilst you’re talking. sometimes even pulling you back a bit so he can take a long inhale at your neck.

bestfriend!satoru who is actually very annoyed that he got a hot tub because now there were multiple gawking at you. suguru even wolf whistles at you at one point just to rile him up and he got a mouthful of tub water because of it.

bestfriend!satoru who catches you whispering to suguru and finds he definitely does not like the look of that. you had a worried expression which he made a mental note of to ask suguru about later.

bestfriend!satoru who casually gropes at your chest. (you allow him of course) (however you put an end to it when his fingers start to creep into the material of the lace covering your breasts.) (there were simply too many people present but satoru was content with just holding your tit) (stressball >__<)

bestfriend!satoru who makes his closest friends go round the tub and say what they like about him most. suguru is the only one who gives him a slightly heartfelt message, sukuna calls him ugly, toji calls him an airhead, nanami says he is ‘special’ (whatever that means?), shoko says he makes her want to smoke. and then it’s your turn and gojo actually tears up at your beautiful words. your voice and your eyes staring only ever at him saying that he is your person and you really do think he the strongest individual you know. (then he grabs your face and kisses you and the crowd boos until he stops)

bestfriend!satoru who is dead set on you staying with him for the night. ‘you’re not gonna cuddle your best friend on his birthday?’ and how could you everrrr say no to that.

bestfriend!satoru who has his head on your chest, you hands running through his hair and scratching at your scalp. his thighs are covering yours and he lazily kisses at your collarbone. the tension in the room is thick. you can both feel it. it was simply a game of who would move first. satoru knew you wouldn’t, always the more timid and shy one of the two so he took it upon himself to drag his fingers across the waistband of your shorts. ‘wait toru we can’t i’m, i’m your friend?’ god you were too sweet for this earth. ‘it’s okay baby. we don’t have to, but no one’s gonna know. just us.’ and he litters even more feather light kisses to the spot right below your ear until you were letting out soft little sighs. ‘then. then i want to do it, yk since it’s your birthday.’ he knew you weren’t the most conventional best friends but this, this was further than anything you’d ever done before. and he was on cloud nine.

bestfriend!satoru who was now realizing that he had never experienced true joy before this moment. before he had felt your velvet soft lips wrapped around his tip. your tongue licking at his crown so softly, so sweetly. he’s always been a moaner but now he had no shame in the sounds that were leaving him. ‘that’s it baby, just like that. that’s my girl’.

bestfriend!satoru who was a head pusher. he let you set the pace in the beginning but he was growing desperate, something he hadn’t experienced before. your little mewls as he holds you in place right at the base of his dick. your nose nestled against the faint hairs there, and your tears dropping directly into his skin. he had given you the chance to move but being the amazing best friend that you were you swallowed everything he gave you, even opened wide and let him take a look, that to make sure. ‘fuck baby that was the best gift ever’

bestfriend!satoru who snores like a truck directly into your ears and grinds his hips into your thighs whilst he sleeps.

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