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Hey could pls do Dino’s version when he falls for someone 🙏🏼 thanks🧡

dino's headcanon when he falls for someone (you)

lee chan (dino) x gn!reader

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ tags / genre: dino x reader, seventeen fanfiction, lighthearted romance, playful teasing, mutual pining, holiday magic, cozy fluff, heartwarming moments, reader insert, wholesome love story, soft and silly romance, giggly love ੈ✩‧₊˚ warnings: n/a (just lots of laughter, clingy dino energy, forehead flicks, spontaneous dance-offs, and the kind of love that feels like sunshine. mwahaha) ੈ✩‧₊˚ wc: 3397 ੈ♡ a/n: 4/13 ! I AM SO SORRY IT TOOK ME SO LONG BEFORE I POSTED THIS. working on the other reqs and yeah, im really busy so i sincerely apologize for everything. i know, i suck. but i still love yall and that will never change. (DINO IS MINE OKAY !!)mwuah ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ : Something About You (Eyedress) ᴠᴏʟᴜᴍᴇ : ▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮▮

ੈ♡˚ ༘ lee chan's headcanon when he falls for someone

when lee chan falls for someone, his feelings are bright and full of warmth, but he doesn't always know how to express them outright. instead of big, dramatic confessions, he lets his actions do the talking—showing up for you in ways that might seem casual but hold a deeper meaning. his love isn't loud, but it's unmistakably there, woven into his every interaction with you.

he's the type to always find ways to make you laugh, whether it's with his playful antics, exaggerated reactions, or random dance moves just to see you smile. if he likes you, you'll notice how he subtly gravitates toward you in group settings—sitting next to you, nudging your shoulder playfully, or sharing inside jokes that no one else understands. his energy is contagious, and he loves being the reason you're having a good time.

but beyond the playful exterior, chan is deeply thoughtful. he remembers the little things you mention in passing, whether it's your favorite drink or a random song you said you liked, and surprises you with them when you least expect it. he might not say outright that he cares, but his actions always make sure you feel it.

when he gets flustered, it's obvious—his ears turn red, and he tries to play it cool but ends up fumbling his words or avoiding eye contact for a second too long. he's not shy, but love makes him a little more self-conscious, especially when he catches himself staring at you or realizing just how much he enjoys being around you.

jealousy with chan is subtle but present. he won't throw a fit or make a scene, but you'll notice how his usual cheerful demeanor dims just a little when someone else gets too close to you. he might become more competitive, trying to win your attention back in his own way—whether through teasing, impressing you with his dance skills, or just finding excuses to stay close to you.

when he finally confesses, it's not rehearsed or grand, but it's incredibly sincere. it might come in the middle of a casual conversation, with him blurting it out after a long pause, or in a quiet moment when he realizes he just can't keep it to himself anymore. his words are simple but filled with emotion—because for chan, love isn't about overcomplicating things. it's about being real, and when he loves, he does so wholeheartedly.

it was late, the glow of the tv casting soft hues across the living room. chan sat on the floor, leaning against the couch, a game controller loosely held in his hands. he'd paused the game a while ago, but he hadn't moved since. his focus wasn't on the screen—it was on you.

you were curled up beside him, scrolling through your phone, occasionally showing him something funny. every time you laughed, he felt it tug at something deep in his chest, something he hadn't quite figured out yet. but tonight, it felt stronger, harder to ignore.

"chan, look at this," you giggled, shoving your phone in his face. he blinked, breaking out of his daze, only to see some ridiculous meme you knew he'd roll his eyes at. and he did, shaking his head with a small chuckle, but it wasn't the meme that caught his attention. it was you—the way you leaned into him so naturally, like being close to him was the most normal thing in the world.

he sighed, tossing the controller onto the couch. "you're annoying," he muttered, but there was no bite to his words, only fondness.

you gasped dramatically. "rude."

"just saying," he shrugged, but his fingers were already reaching out, flicking your forehead lightly.

you pouted, rubbing the spot. "you're mean."

he smirked. "you love it."

you rolled your eyes but didn't argue. instead, you set your phone down and stretched, your arm brushing against his. it wasn't intentional, but chan felt his heartbeat stutter anyway.

he had no idea when this happened—when simple moments like these started feeling different. he'd always been comfortable around you, always been close. but now? now, just sitting next to you made him feel like the air was heavier, like every little touch meant something more than it used to.

you turned your head slightly, catching him staring. "what?"

he hesitated. he wasn't someone who got nervous easily, but right now, his mind was running faster than he could keep up with.

"nothing," he said, too quickly.

your eyes narrowed. "you're acting weird."

he swallowed. you knew him too well—of course you'd notice.

he could play it off, make a joke, tease you like always. but something about tonight made him want to be honest.

"i like you," he said, the words slipping out before he could second-guess them. they weren't smooth or perfectly timed, but they were real.

your expression shifted, surprise flickering across your face before softening into something gentler. "oh."

he braced himself, trying not to fidget, trying not to look away. but then you smiled, that same smile that made his chest feel too small to hold everything he felt.

"i like you too," you admitted, like it was the easiest thing in the world.

chan let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. "yeah?"

"yeah."

he let that sink in for a moment before a grin spread across his face, one that was all mischief and relief. "so does this mean i get to be extra annoying now?"

you groaned, shoving his shoulder, but your laugh gave you away. "you were already extra."

he laughed too, reaching for your hand without really thinking about it. when you didn't pull away, he squeezed gently, his thumb brushing against your skin.

"good," he murmured, quieter this time. "i like how things are with you."

you squeezed back. "me too."

and in that moment, as the game sat forgotten and the world outside felt miles away, chan realized that sometimes love wasn't about grand confessions or perfect timing. sometimes, it was just about knowing—about feeling right, exactly where you were.

ੈ♡˚ ༘ kisses and cuddles with dinoya

chan is naturally affectionate, but when it comes to moments like this—ones that feel a little too real, a little too intimate—he tends to hesitate. not because he doesn't want it, but because he wants it too much. he wants it to be right.

tonight, it's the same as always. you're curled up beside him on his bed, scrolling through your phone while he mindlessly watches a variety show on his laptop. the room is dim, the only source of light coming from the screen in front of him. but even as laughter erupts from the show, his focus isn't really on it.

it's on you.

your presence is familiar, comforting. he's used to being close to you, but tonight feels different—like there's something unspoken lingering in the air.

the first touch happens so casually that it barely registers at first. maybe it's the way your knee presses lightly against his as you shift positions, or the way your fingers brush against his arm when you stretch. it's nothing new, nothing you haven't done before, but for some reason, it makes his heart stutter.

he swallows, trying to focus on the show, but then you let out a soft sigh, leaning into him just a little more. your head barely rests against his shoulder, but it's enough to send his mind spiraling.

should he move? should he say something?

before he can overthink it, he shifts slightly, tilting his head so it rests gently against yours. it's subtle, but it's a silent invitation, one you accept without hesitation as you relax further into him.

his arm lifts, hesitantly at first, before draping around your shoulders. the warmth of you against him is distracting in the best way possible, and when you don't pull away, he allows himself to sink into the feeling.

"comfy?" he murmurs, voice quieter than usual.

you nod against his shoulder, and he smiles to himself, fingers absentmindedly tracing circles on your arm.

time passes like that, with nothing but the sound of the show playing in the background and the quiet rhythm of your breathing. but then, without warning, you tilt your head up slightly, your gaze meeting his.

"what?" he asks, his lips quirking up in amusement.

you don't answer right away, your eyes flickering down to his lips for the briefest second. it's quick—so quick he almost thinks he imagined it—but the way his breath catches in his throat proves otherwise.

his fingers tighten slightly around your arm, and he swears his heart is beating louder than the laptop speakers.

you shift, just enough so that your faces are mere inches apart. "you're staring," you whisper, teasing but soft.

"so are you," he fires back, though his voice lacks its usual playfulness.

the moment stretches, the space between you thinning until there's barely anything left. and then—

he kisses you.

it's hesitant at first, unsure, but the second you kiss him back, he melts. his hand moves up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing against your skin as he deepens the kiss just a little. it's warm, soft, filled with every unspoken feeling he's been holding back.

when you finally part, he lingers close, his forehead resting against yours.

"was that okay?" he asks, breathless.

you laugh softly, your fingers curling around the fabric of his hoodie. "yeah," you murmur. "more than okay."

his smile is wide and a little bashful, but he doesn't try to hide it. instead, he pulls you even closer, wrapping his arms around you as he buries his face in your shoulder.

"good," he mumbles against your skin. "because i don't think i ever want to stop."

ੈ♡˚ ༘ the first kiss with chan

the first kiss comes at the most unexpected moment, but it feels so incredibly right. maybe you're playfully arguing over which movie to watch, flipping through the options on the screen while he stubbornly insists that his pick is obviously the better choice. you roll your eyes at him, crossing your arms with an exaggerated huff.

"you just have bad taste," you tease, poking his side.

chan gasps, clutching his chest dramatically. "me? bad taste? you're the one who—" he cuts himself off when you poke him again, making him flinch away with a breathless laugh. "yah, stop that!"

"make me," you challenge, grinning up at him.

and maybe that's the moment it happens. because suddenly, his playful expression falters just a little, his eyes scanning your face with something softer, something more hesitant. you can see the shift—the way his amusement dims into something deeper, something unreadable.

you expect him to fire back with another teasing remark, but he doesn't. instead, his hand lifts slowly, almost uncertainly, and his fingers brush against yours where they rest between you. it's barely anything, just the ghost of a touch, but it makes your breath catch.

"should i?" he asks, his voice quieter now, like he's not just talking about the teasing anymore.

your heart stutters in your chest, the playful atmosphere suddenly thick with something new, something charged. you don't answer right away, but you don't pull away either. that's enough of an answer for him.

chan leans in, hesitantly at first, giving you a chance to stop him. but when you don't—when you stay right there, your breath mingling with his—he takes it as permission.

the first kiss is soft, slower than you expected from someone as energetic as him. it's careful, like he wants to memorize the feeling of it, like he wants to make sure you feel just as safe in this moment as he does. his lips press gently against yours, warm and sweet, lingering just long enough to make your fingers curl into the fabric of his hoodie.

when he finally pulls away, he doesn't go far. his forehead rests against yours, his breath warm against your skin. there's a hint of a smile on his lips—shy, almost sheepish, but undeniably happy.

"was that okay?" he murmurs, his voice barely above a whisper.

you nod, unable to stop the grin spreading across your face. "yeah," you breathe. "more than okay."

chan chuckles softly, ducking his head slightly before looking at you again, eyes full of something new. something unmistakable.

"good," he says, his thumb brushing absentmindedly over your hand. "because i think i want to do that again."

ੈ♡˚ ༘ cuddles with chan (HE'S MINE)

cuddling with chan is like getting wrapped in pure sunshine. he's naturally affectionate, so the second he gets comfortable around you, he's going to be all about casual, playful touches—bumping shoulders, linking pinkies, resting his chin on your head when you least expect it.

but real cuddles? those are something special.

at first, he might act like he doesn't need them. he'll tease you, dramatically flopping onto the couch beside you like "ugh, you just want an excuse to cling to me, don't you?" but the moment you actually pull him in, he's done for.

if you're sitting together, he'll start with an arm draped lazily over your shoulder, pulling you just close enough to feel his warmth. then, as the minutes pass, he shifts—leaning his weight into you, his head resting lightly against yours. he lets out the softest sigh, as if he's finally relaxing after a long day.

when he's really tired, though? he'll seek you out. he'll come up behind you, arms sneaking around your waist as he buries his face into your shoulder. "just for a second," he'll mumble, but you both know he's not letting go anytime soon.

the best cuddles, though, happen when you're lying down together. chan doesn't just hold you—he wraps himself around you. he'll tangle his legs with yours, arms locking securely around your waist like he's afraid you'll slip away. his face nuzzles into the crook of your neck, and sometimes you'll feel his lips ghost over your skin in a barely-there kiss.

"you're so warm," he murmurs, voice laced with sleep.

you'll feel the steady rise and fall of his chest, the way his fingers lazily trace patterns on your back. and just when you think he's fallen asleep, he'll tighten his hold for a second, like a silent reassurance that he's right here.

and that is when you realize—chan doesn't just cuddle for comfort. he does it because, in your arms, he feels home. 💗😭

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like imagine—he comes home after a long, exhausting day, his hair slightly messy, hoodie hanging loosely off his shoulders. the second he steps into the apartment and sees you waiting on the couch, his entire face softens. he's always so full of energy, but right now, he just looks tired—the kind of tired that only disappears when he's with you.

"you should be asleep," he mumbles, but his voice is quieter than usual, like he's already melting at the sight of you.

"so should you," you counter, watching as he drops his bag by the door and trudges toward you. he doesn't even hesitate—just collapses onto the couch beside you, his body pressing into yours as he lets out a heavy sigh.

at first, he doesn't say much. he just leans into you, letting his head rest on your shoulder, his fingers lightly playing with the fabric of your sleeve. it's not his usual playful touch—it's slower, softer, almost hesitant. like he's soaking in the comfort without needing to ask for it.

"long day?" you murmur, fingers instinctively reaching up to run through his hair.

he hums, eyes fluttering shut for a second. "mm. just... one of those days."

but he doesn't need to explain. you already know.

so you don't push—you just let him sink into you, your hands smoothing over his back, feeling the tension in his muscles slowly ease. and then, after a few minutes, he finally speaks, voice barely above a whisper.

"can we just stay like this?"

and of course, the answer is yes.

but then, as the minutes pass, he starts shifting closer. his arm wraps around your waist, pulling you into him with a quiet urgency, like he's afraid you'll slip away. his nose brushes against your jaw, his breath warm against your skin as he exhales slowly.

"you always make things better," he murmurs, and before you can respond, he's tilting his head, pressing the softest, laziest kiss against your lips.

it's slow—so slow.

chan isn't in a rush. he takes his time, savoring the feeling of you, his fingers trailing absentmindedly along your spine. his kisses are lingering, unhurried, like he wants to memorize the way you taste, the way your body melts against his.

and when he finally pulls back, his forehead resting against yours, his lips curve into the smallest, sleepiest smile.

"stay with me?"

as if you'd ever say no.

⊹˚. what exactly are you to dino?

to dino, you're his person. the one he instinctively searches for in a crowded room, the one who makes him laugh even when he's exhausted, the one he trusts with the parts of himself he doesn't always show. to the world, he's the ever-energetic, bright maknae, but with you? he doesn't have to be anything but chan.

you're not just his comfort—you're his safe space. the person who lets him breathe when the weight of expectations gets too heavy. with you, he feels understood without needing to explain himself. and that, more than anything, is what makes you irreplaceable to him.

⊹˚. how dino falls for you

for dino, falling in love isn't quiet—it's undeniable. he's not the type to be unsure of his feelings once they take root. but the way he realizes them? that's the fun part.

it happens in stages—first, it's admiration. he's always been drawn to you, but he doesn't think much of it. then, it turns into protectiveness—the way he gets defensive over you in conversations, how he subtly checks in to make sure you're okay. and then one day, it just hits him.

maybe it happens when he sees you laughing at something ridiculous, and his heart does that thing—the stupid flutter he swears never happens to him. or maybe it's in the way he finds himself wanting to impress you, craving your approval in ways he never expected.

but when he finally realizes it? oh, you're in trouble.

example: one night, after a long day, you're sitting on his couch, talking about something random, and he's just staring—completely mesmerized. and before he can even stop himself, he blurts out, "why do i always feel better when i'm with you?"

you blink at him, surprised. "what?"

his ears turn red, but he doesn't back down. instead, he leans forward, resting his forearms on his knees, eyes locked onto yours. "i like you," he says, as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. "i don't know why it took me so long to figure it out, but... yeah. i do."

with dino, love is something he chooses—deliberate, wholehearted, and so, so real. 💙

(ㅅ' ˘ ')♡ when dino falls in love, it's like catching the sun in your hands—warm, bright, and full of energy that never fades. he loves with his entire being, without hesitation or doubt. to him, love isn't just about saying the words; it's about making every moment with you feel like the best one yet.

⊹˚. what exactly are you to dino?

to dino, you're the person who makes life more fun, more exciting, more worth it. you're his safe place, his adventure partner, and the one who makes his heart race whether you're doing something as simple as watching a movie or dancing around the kitchen together.

⊹˚. how dino falls for you

at first, he might not even realize he's falling. his love builds up like a favorite song—starting soft, then growing into something he can't get out of his head. it's in the little things: the way he lights up when you walk into the room, the way he always finds a way to make you laugh, how he pouts when you tease him but secretly loves it.

then, one day, it hits him—he doesn't just like being around you. he needs you there.

dino's love is loud in the best way. he's the type to show up at your door just because he misses you, to spin you around when he's excited, to grab your hand and start running just because he wants to be somewhere with you. he doesn't hide his feelings—he wears them on his sleeve, unafraid to let the world know you're his person.

if he confesses, it won't be planned. it'll be in a burst of emotion, maybe after he wins a game or after a random dance battle at midnight, when he's too happy to hold it in.

"you know, i think i'm kinda in love with you." he'd say it with that big, genuine dino smile, as if loving you was the easiest thing in the world.

and honestly? to him, it is.

a/n: thank you for reading ! taken reqs / working on are: minghao, seungcheol, and jeonghan. finished: wonwoo, joshua, and hoshi, (obvi, dino too). :)))

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iwillneverforgiveyousunghanbin · 2 years ago

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part two: taedros twodros ☆ part three: taedros tresdros**NEW wc: 2k reader: femme afab warnings: MINORS DNI EXPLICIT SMUT 18+ -- porn with plot, oral f!receiving, swearing, calling tae a virgin loser as a joke, mentioning the weeknd LMAO summary: loserbestfriend!taerae makes you watch the idol on hbo max with him for movie night, but a certain convertible scene sparks your "curiosity" more than the others... and taerae proves he might not be such a loser after all. :0 omg who am i?? i even wrote in all lower case letters in the fic to throw you off... i know you'll know right away though but that's not the point lmao!! i just didn't think i should be this horny for taerae on main so. here's the dedicated zb1 smut blog no one was asking for (except me. i was asking for it so let me live.) thank you to taerae for posting these pics next to each other and ruining my life. also the idol sucks and sam levinson and the weeknd are horrific for creating it. i only know some scenes from it because i watch comedy commentary videos about it. jennie is beautiful tho love her. ALSO i thought of this title and i cried laughing. mwahaha okay thanks for reading byeeeee

“this is the worst show I’ve ever seen in my life,” you say with a laugh, throwing a piece of popcorn in your mouth. “i can’t believe we’ve made it through two episodes already.”

🚨 SMUT BELOW CUT -- MINORS DNI -- 18+ 🚨

taerae sighs, “i think i’m gonna need to bleach my eyes.”

“throw some in my ears while you’re at it,” you joke, letting a leg drape over your best friend’s. you’re crammed together in the bottom bunk of his dorm room bed, watching the idol on the tv that’s hung at the foot of it. “i will never, ever be able to unhear the weeknd whispering, ‘stretch that tiny little pussy for me’. and every single day i will beg the lord for mercy.”

“are we sure we wanna watch the third episode?” taerae asks, shifting a bit next to you. “this show is so graphic.”

“of course the virgin wants to chicken out,” you tease, smacking his stomach with a pillow. he grabs it from you and leaves it there. “you’re the one who wanted to watch it! now you wanna quit two episodes in? not gonna happen. we can make it through this.”

if you hadn’t pressed play at that exact moment, you would’ve heard taerae gulp beside you.

the intro of the show plays, assaulting your eyes with an up-close and personal view of jocelyn’s bare chest. what else is new? you yawn, hoping the third episode’s graphic scenes (at the very least) won’t be repetitive. bitch has put on a blindfold to end both episodes so far...

sitting with your back leaning against the wall, you try to steal a glance at taerae. his upper back is propped up on his pillow as he lies perpendicular to you, facing the tv screen. you watch his eyes, catching the subtle dilation of his pupils. it could be the light from the television in the otherwise dark room shifting their size, but you find yourself curious nonetheless.

“do you think she’s pretty?” you ask suddenly.

taerae coughs. “me? do i think the actress is pretty?”

you nod, eyes returning to the screen in hopes that the lack of eye contact will make taerae feel comfortable enough to give you an answer.

“she’s pretty, yeah,” he says after a moment.

“like, you’re attracted to her?” you clarify, throwing another piece of popcorn into your mouth.

“uh,” he hesitates and you feel his legs tense up under yours. “i guess. i mean she’s not really my type, but--.”

“but you like her tits.”

“exactly,” taerae agrees too quickly. “wait, no--.”

“no need to walk it back,” you cut him off with a snort. “boobs are hot. end of story.”

taerae sits up a bit more, seemingly trying to relax after your probing. you didn’t talk to taerae about sex or girls all that much, but you’d be lying if you said the show hadn’t suddenly made you a bit curious. what experience did your lovable loser of a best friend have-- if any at all?

the interrogatory questions you’re suddenly wanting to ask are thrown from your brain, however, as the show now cuts to a shot of the weeknd (you and taerae refuse to call him tedros tedros) and jocelyn in the back of a convertible-- their poor assistant driving these two insufferable cretins down the freeway.

nothing’s out of the ordinary until jocelyn crawls from her seat and lifts one leg to straddle the weeknd. she’s in a slinky tangerine bodysuit and little black shorts and the weeknd’s hands easily envelope her waist. you roll your eyes, already having grown so sick of these two.

but when jocelyn is suddenly pushed to the edge of the seat, her back against the car door and her head resting on the frame-- your attention is piqued. the weeknd wraps his hands around her thighs, prying them apart so he can pull her shorts to the side just enough to fit his tongue. the actress’s head lolls back over the car door frame; her blonde hair dangling over the side and flowing in the wind. her face is screwed up in absolute bliss and the sounds coming out of her confirm her state.

would she really be screaming like that just from his tongue?

“um,” you hear taerae say and you look over at him curiously. “if-- if he’s good with it, then yeah. she would be, i guess.”

you frown. what was he talking about? if he’s good with what? ... oh fuck, you think as you realize that you’d accidentally said your previous thought out loud. and now poor taerae is stumbling to give you an answer.

what did he say? if he’s good with it then she would be.

“huh,” you mumble, your brow furrowing as you ponder his answer.

you turn back to the tv, but taerae clears his throat. “what?”

“what? what do you mean, what?”

“why did you say ‘huh’ like that?” he asks, the pillow on his stomach rustling as he shifts slightly. “do you not agree or something?”

“oh, uh,” you stutter as you feel your cheeks start to heat, not sure what to say. “um, i guess i wouldn’t know.”

the silence from taerae is deafening as your eyes stay locked on the tv. you’re not sure why you said that. you could’ve just lied. you should’ve just lied.

“are you a virgin?” taerae asks softly. the accusation whips your head around to stare at him angrily and his eyes widen cautiously.

“obviously not,” you answer in a huff. “i just... i’ve never...”

you look down at your lap, picking at the skin on your fingers. you should stop while you can. you don’t need to tell the truth. why are you even considering telling him this?

“no one’s ever gone down on me or anything.”

“oh,” taerae manages to respond after a long moment, but you can’t even look at him.

“yeah.”

another moment of silence. “you shouldn’t be, like, embarrassed by that. that’s... that’s entirely their fault for not prioritizing you, you know?”

your bottom lip tucks between your teeth, the aforementioned embarrassment flushing your skin as you nod. the show is still playing, but you can only hear garbled sounds. why did you tell him that!? now taerae has to awkwardly comfort you when you could’ve just shut your mouth in the first place. you didn’t really talk about these kinds of things with taerae. your best friend was there for movie nights, chinese food binges, laughing until you cry, and most importantly taking the absolute piss out of...

and here you were making him uncomfortable by randomly talking about your oral virginity.

“would you want me to do it?”

taerae’s voice is so quiet that you’re positive for a moment that you hallucinated it. you look over at your best friend tentatively to find his knuckles turning white from how hard he’s gripping his pillow to his stomach.

“what?”

taerae blinks nervously. “if you wanted to, you know, try it... i could--.”

“WHAT!?” you shout; hands grabbing the pillow on taerae’s stomach and throwing it across the room. “are you-- are you fucking joking!? you think i’m desperate enough to ask my best friend to eat me out?”

“no, no, no,” taerae respond quickly, hands flying up in defense. “not at all!”

“then what?” you ask, jaw setting in anger as you wait for a good enough answer to keep you from punching him in the balls.

taerae’s lips form the slightest pout. “you seemed really curious about it. i just... i just thought i’d offer.”

you bite your lip as you think. “what do you even know about that kind of thing? I thought you were a virgin loser.”

“ouch,” taerae says but quickly shrugs it off. “i guess you’re only right about half of that statement.”

you frown. even though you’d never talked about it before, was taerae secretly experienced? more experienced than you?

“you don’t have to say yes though,” he adds quickly. “i’m sorry; i probably shouldn’t have said any--.”

“okay,” you cut him off softly.

taerae’s eyes widen in surprise. “okay?”

you nod slowly. “i don’t believe you that you’re not a virgin loser, but if you’re offering...”

taerae sits up, leaning on his hands as a little smirk lights up his face. “i’ll eat you out and then you can eat those words. how does that sound?”

the way your heat flutters at his words catches you off guard. so does the way he swiftly flips you onto your back as you take the position he was just in.

“whoah,” you exhale, your best friend absolutely knocking the wind out of you as he positions himself between your thighs. he takes the hem of your shorts in his fingers, eyebrows raising at you expectantly. you lift up your hips enough for him to shimmy them off, discarding them on the floor without taking his eyes off your still-clothed center.

you glance at your underwear, panic immediately hitting you when you realize you wore the only clean pair that you had left...

a black, lace thong.

they were the only pair left, because you honestly hadn’t had a reason to wear them in a little while.

“fuck,” taerae curses, hands wrapped around the outsides of your thighs. “were you going somewhere after this or...?”

“if you don’t shut your mouth, i’ll be going somewhere before this,” you threaten, but the words come out shakier than you would’ve liked as taerae begins to plant open-mouthed kisses up your thighs. “... ‘s laundry day tomorrow.”

“mm, I see,” he replies, shifting his weight to one hand so he can bring his right hand to your heat. your heart rate rises as he moves towards where you’re quickly growing to need his attention most. two fingers press at your clothed-core gently and the sound of the tv in the background does nothing to dampen the moan that escapes you from just the small amount of pressure.

“laundry day’s coming just in time i think,” taerae says, a smirk highlighting his cavernous dimples in a light you’ve never seen before. “from the way you’re soaking through these.”

“shut up,” you groan, bringing your hands up to cover your face. taerae hooks his fingers around the waistband of your panties, tugging at them playfully to get your attention. peeking out through your fingers, you glare at him.

“do you want to stop?” he asks, removing his hands quickly. “we can stop if you want to or need to or anything.”

you reach down and grab both of his hands in yours, reattaching them to your underwear. “please keep going.”

he blinks at you for a moment before nodding, pulling your thong down your legs as you lift your hips up for him. taerae lies down fully in between your thighs now, guitar-string calloused hands wrapping around your thighs and guiding them to rest on his shoulders.

“so pretty,” he whispers. eyes focusing on your throbbing cunt, taerae’s grip on your legs gets a little tighter-- a little more desperate. “really.”

“thanks,” you respond shyly, watching as a bit of steam begins to coat the rim of taerae’s glasses. you can’t help but smile as you reach for them, carefully removing the frames and placing them on the stand next to his bed.

“thanks,” he echoes.

“i’m still not convinced that you aren’t a-- oh fuck...” just as you’re about to tease your loser of a best friend again, his tongue finds your core and licks a long stripe up from your opening to your clit. taerae exhales a laugh against your pussy, tongue circling your clit as his hands now take hold of your hips.

“wait, what the fuck?” you whine breathlessly as he works you over with his mouth. “tae, i thought... oh my god.”

“taste so good, baby,” taerae moans like he’s enjoying it just as much as you are. he slips a finger in your entrance carefully, stretching you until he deems you ready for a second. “Think this pussy might be perfect.”

his eyes are closed; eating at you like you’re his favorite meal. it’s hot. way hotter than the scene from the show. way hotter than anything on that stupid show-- in which another sex scene is playing on the screen behind taerae. you suddenly feel so much pity for jocelyn; one of the hardest characters in history to pity. but the fact that there’s no way tedros fucking tedros is eating her out as good as taerae’s eating you out right now is tugging at your heart strings.

“tae,” you whimper, feeling the knot in the pit of your stomach begin to tighten. your hand tangling up in his hair at the nape of his neck causes him to moan into you and the vibration only makes you tug harder. “please, please wanna cum.”

“already? you sure?” he says, disappointment coating his voice. “could eat this pussy all night.”

“holy shit,” you exhale. you didn’t even know taerae was capable of talking like this. the only time he ever said pussy around you was if he was calling you one. now as he looks up at you from between your thighs, his pretty dimpled-smile covered in your juices as he continues to fuck you with his fingers and press his thumb against your clit...

you’re nodding frantically now. “please, please tae. make me cum.”

“fuck, baby, okay. whatever you want,” he agrees quickly, the lust in his eyes at your demand reaching a whole new level. he removes his thumb from your clit and the sudden lack of contact causes you to whine pathetically. “sshhh, don’t worry baby. i’ve got something even better, i promise.”

just as some tears from frustration are welling up in your eyes, taerae’s lips close around your clit and he begins to suck. “oh my GOD,” is all you can manage as your orgasm starts to wash over you. “taerae. oh my god, tae... c-cumming.”

you’re grinding your pussy against his tongue now to maximize the friction and the way he lifts your hips a bit to bring you even closer tells you that he’s loving every second of this. your moans match the ones that taerae is mewing into your core. he places your hips back down onto the mattress, holding them steady as you start to squirm a bit from the overstimulation. he continues to lap at you gently as your hand falls from his hair to his shoulder, causing him to look up at you.

your cheeks are red now from both your climax and the new wave of embarrassment that’s creeping up on you. you’re not sure what to say, but luckily taerae’s got you covered.

he inserts two fingers inside of you again and then pulls them out-- covered in your juices. without hesitating, he sticks them in his mouth and sucks them clean. “you’ve tasted yourself, right? probably a lot. fuck, i’m so jealous.”

your jaw drops a bit, now doubly unable to speak at the filth pouring out of your best friend’s mouth..

taerae frowns at you. “what? you want to make this awkward now?”

you shake your head.

“was it good?” he asks, head tilting to the side as he squints slightly. you reach over to his nightstand and grab his glasses, handing them back to him. he puts them on; raising his hand to ruffle his hair.

“you know it was good,” you mumble annoyedly.

he grins. “yeah. i do.”

“UGH,” you groan, hiding behind your hands again. “i hate you.”

“please, pleeeease tae,” he mocks, climbing up closer to your face to really rub it in. “make me cum.”

“SHUT UP!” you shout, hitting his chest with your fists in annoyance. “do not get cocky about this.”

taerae shrugs, biting his lip to keep from smirking. “i guess you never wanna do this again then?”

you sigh defeatedly before replying softly, “i didn’t say that.”

“good,” he says with a smile-- shifting to the edge of the bed and standing up. “i’m gonna get you some water and a towel, okay? don’t move a muscle.”

you don’t. taerae had made sure of that with the orgasm he’d just pulled out of you. as the door to his dorm room closes behind him, you’re left with only your thoughts and the sound of that shitty tv show playing in the background. you reach for the remote weakly, pressing pause on a bizarre scene of the weeknd jerking it over a clothing rack (?).

all you can think about, though, is taerae lapping at your pussy like a starved man. what the fuck just happened? did you really just let your best friend eat you out?

and how the fuck had he managed to leave you wanting more?

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sareenthedreamer · 28 days ago

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Playing the Villain

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut, erotica, light gagging, restraints, roleplay, reverse 69, orgasm, swallowing

Summary: Your husband, Toshinori, roleplays the villain after restraining you to a four-post bed.

A smile had been drawn across your husband’s mouth when he methodically tied your naked body to the four-post bed you share. He had been begging you to roleplay with him and his excitement was contagious – not that it took much to convince you in the first place. Besides, you were so glad to see him starting to explore his adventurous side more and the last thing you wanted to do was put a damper on that progress.

Toshinori had promised to return in a moment to give a more “authentic” feel to the start of his little roleplay, but you found yourself becoming aroused already from the manner in which you were restrained.

A few moments pass and you hear the door creak open. Toshinori enters the room, stalking around the bed like a predator searching out his prey; a crudely tied red cape around his neck was the only thing he wore.

“There is my precious hostage. Mwahahaha!” he laughs mockingly, his playful eyes falling to you. “You are now my captive!”

It was difficult not to giggle at him, as you try your hardest to play the part of a good little prisoner while squirming against your restraints.

“Nice try, my feisty prisoner! Escape is futile!” he declares in an exaggerated tone, the husky voice of desire underneath as he climbs onto the bed to hold himself over you. There is mischief twinkling in his eye.

“You can never have me!” you proclaim, gasping in pretend fear.

“Silence, my chained beauty!” he commands, leaning down to kiss you roughly while you wriggle beneath him.

He suddenly jumps up, pretending to lock the bed in a make believe cage before dramatically placing his hands on his hips. You watch his semi-erect cock bouncing from his movements with a building desire.

“I have soundproofed the room! Mwahaha! You’ll be my beautiful captive bride, forever!”

“Oh no! What ever will you do with me!?”

Toshinori moves to circle the bed like a shark.

“Ahh.. my bound pet. First I’ll keep you tied up like this! Unable to move or escape! Then...I’ll feed you only breadcrumbs and water! You’ll be weak and dependent on me.”

He moves his hands to touch his fingers against each other, playing up his role as you giggle at him.

“And if you are good, perhaps I will reward you with… extra blankets at night!”

His grin grows, the villainous facade faltering as he tries not to laugh along with you.

“But… if you misbehave...dun dun dun! I will tickle you until you cry for mercy!”

“Nooo! Not that!” You gasp in mock fear as he laughs lustfully. “Help!”

“Too late!” He gasps dramatically, jumping onto the bed and wiggling his fingers at you threateningly as he straddles your knees. You can feel his dick bobbing deliciously against you while his fingers glide across your belly and sides, driving you to arch your back. As his eyes widen, a devilish grin spreads across his face before leaning in with a husky voice, “Is my captured love secretly… enjoying her torment?”

“No!” you try to say convincingly, failing to suppress the smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Hmm.. then why are you arching your back like that?” He asks, waggling his brows. You feel him sliding his hands slowly down your sides to rest on your hips, his eyes raking over you as your smile slips into something more seductive.

“You’re not supposed to look so enticing all tied up like this,” he murmurs while his hands move lower down your thighs, prompting you to moan and pull against your restraints.

His voice was deep and sensual, hands teasing along your body with a feather-light touch that sent a shiver down your spine with a gasp. You struggle to continue pretending as he leans down to steal a kiss before running his fingers lower.

“You’re mine… completely.. utterly.. mine.”

“Yes… because you captured me,” you grin.

“Yes, yes I did.. and do you know what that means?” Instead of waiting for your answer, he leans down to whisper. “I’m free to savor every moment with my tempting little treasure.”

He revels at the sight of you spread helplessly before him with a sly grin while tapping his chin in thought.

“Now, how shall I entertain myself with such an enticing prisoner? Maybe.. I should take advantage of you,” he whispers, his erection becoming prominent along your thigh.

“Oh! The horror!” You say, turning your head before peeking at him with one eye; a grin betraying your true feelings.

“You look so innocent like that,” he whispers while dragging his fingers back up your legs.

You can feel the heat rising in your cheeks as he makes you shiver, pulling against your bonds. The helpless feeling of being spread open before him drives your arousal. Toshi’s lips brush against your ear while he teases his fingers closer to the center between your legs, never quite touching where you want him most.

“Does my confined beauty enjoy being dominated?”

The touch of his breath with the subtle drag of his fingers leaves you moaning and your hips moving against the air. He smirks, gently brushing his finger once over your clit.

“Oh, my body is betraying me…” you feign, unable to hide the velvety undertones in your voice.

“Is it? Or maybe it’s just your true desires coming to light?”

With a thumb and a forefinger, he slowly pushes inside of you, only to quickly pull away as you whimper for more. He watches you with a hungry look in his eye, teasing you with his fingers again. His other hand reaches to grab your leg and pull it back as far as he can against your bindings to spread you open more.

“Do you have any idea how delicious you look right now? Bound and spread… making enticing little noises…” he murmurs, moving to cup you between your legs. There is an amused chuckle from him as he watches you trying to gain friction against his hand.

“Tos--,” you gasp at him.

“Shh!” He cuts you off with a deep growl, his finger running quickly over your clit. Watching your face tense in pleasure, he pulls away abruptly before opening the lips of your pussy, prompting your legs to pull wider against the ropes.

“Aw, look at you.. spreading before your captor,” he teases. “Does my captive bride want something big and hard to fill them up?”

Toshinori smirks as he watches you nod with a pout. He shifts his body to straddle your head, settling his strong thighs on either side of your head and dangling his erect cock in your face. You grin to yourself, knowing what he intends. It warms your heart, knowing that he listened when you told him how much you wanted to try this position.

“Open wide, my dear. Let me see that pretty little mouth of yours.”

The head of his cock rubs against your soft lips, pressing gently to smear his pre cum across them before slowly guiding his shaft into your eager wet mouth. The sight of your pouty lips wrapped around him causes his dick to throb with desire, a primal growl rumbling in his chest. He leans his face forward, tantalizingly close to your cunt and you feel your hips start to gently thrust upward in an effort to seek out his touch.

His hips move slowly, relishing the feel of his length pulling in and out of your lips. Running a single lick down your pussy, he pulls back, blowing on it softly. You can’t see the smile on his face when he hears your muffled moans around him. He then presses a firm, open mouthed kiss to your clit, suckling hard while simultaneously bucking his hips.

“You know what I’m going to do right?,” he gasps, his voice cracking from the intensity of your slurping. “I’m going to fuck your beautiful face until your pretty eyes roll back and the whole time, I’ll be teasing your clit until you’re screaming around me.”

Kissing along your thighs, he finally dives between your legs, running his tongue flat against your hungering clit. With a groan he thrusts into your mouth while teasing your pussy with his tongue.

His hips move more frantically, causing you to gag a moment as he rocks his hips. The moment he hears that sound, his movements freeze in place and he holds his breath before the words tumble from his lips.

“I- I’m sorry – I didn’t mean to… did I hurt you?”

Before you even have a chance to respond, he is nearly in a panic, shifting his weight around to peer into your eyes with the expression of a frightened man and his voice raw with worry.

“Please, I didn’t reali-

“Toshi!” you gasp, smiling at his unnecessary concern as his hand hovers just above your cheek. “I’m fine. I want it – I like it.”

You feel him trail his fingers gently along your cheek.

“You… trust me that much?” he murmurs in a shaky voice, like he doesn’t believe he deserves you. As he watches you nod in confirmation, you see the flicker of need and desire reigniting in his eyes; the desire to be what you need and what you want. A soft press of his lips to your temple followed by a deep kiss against your mouth was his apology to you.

Resting his forehead against yours, he adds softly, “I want you to always feel safe with me. I would never hurt you for real.”

“I know,” you gasp, tugging at your restraints once more and giving him a seductive smirk. “But right now, I’m oh-so-terrified of this villain who wants to fuck my face.”

The mask of a villain slips over his features with an extra touch of gentleness. His voice returns to something more dangerous, but his touch remains cautious.

“Ahh, my bound temptress, letting a villain do as he wishes with you? Even after he’s already made you choke?”

His lips are on your neck, nibbling gently before he lifts your chin with one finger.

“I’ll take what’s mine, my captive queen…. But this time,” he growls, “I’ll be careful with my treasure.”

“Oh no!” you feign while he kisses down your body until he reaches your pussy to lick methodically. He pushes two fingers inside of you, watching as your eyes roll back with a groan. It is only a moment before his dick springs back to life from your alluring noises, his body moving to reposition himself over your mouth.

There is a hesitation in his movements as he presses his growing cock back against your lips, but when you moan provocatively and open your mouth, his worries seem to fade. His body presses gently against you, leaning down to taste your sweetness on his tongue. There is a delightful groan from him just as he began to thrust into your mouth, his actions showing a restrained gentleness.

You find your own hips rocking back and forth, jerking involuntarily when he lifts your hips higher for deeper access. He continues to lap at you with an increasing pace, your groaning sends intense vibrations around his swollen cock as he feels your body shudder beneath him. His voice emits a deep growl after you increase the intensity of your suction, wanting him to know just how much he was turning you on.

“That’s it, come for me,” he growls, grinding into your mouth harder as he thrusts his tongue into you. There is a muffled cry of pleasure released around his thick shaft, your mouth sucking furiously while your cunt clenches around his tongue. Your thighs tremble uncontrollably, your moans growing in volume. Squeezing your eyes shut you found yourself taken over by a crescendo of pleasure that was so visceral it smothered every other coherent thought in your mind. Toshi excitedly devours your orgasm as you cum on his face.

“Fuck,” he groans, teetering on his own edge of pleasure, building in his balls as he pistons wildly into your mouth. “Ah! Let me feel you choke on my cum!”

The moment the words left his mouth you could feel his thick seed rushing down your throat in powerful jets while he held his cock deep in your throat. He slowly pulls his softening shaft from your lips. “Swallow it all, my lovely prisoner… every last drop,” he commands. You bring him to a gasp again when he feels your tongue running over his sensitive head to clean him up.

“Had enough?”

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ma1dita · 1 year ago

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this will be our year

this was a request! find it here

words: 2.5k

summary: james does his best to plan reader's birthday! it's not as easy as you think

warnings: james is a leader not a planner, fluff!! bestfriend!james returns mwahaha

a/n: so sorry for this being literally two weeks after your birthday anon! life was kicking my ass but i hope you enjoy! writing many characters is something im trying to learn to make more organic

(posted and edited too many times to count 11/6/23)

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There are a few things in life that James likes to think he’s very good at: making plans, pulling pranks, playing quidditch, and doing absolutely anything he can to make you smile. At first, he would laugh it off when his friends would say you two had something special. He is a gentleman, after all. James is the type of friend any of the girls would trust with a secret, or the one to borrow hair potion from when you’re in a pinch.

He loves to join in the gossip and crash your sleepovers when the boys are being ‘dreadfully boring’ (his words, not yours). He holds your bag when you walk to class (only yours, he’ll push Marlene’s books to the ground and run off laughing), bribes Peter with an extra helping of bacon to move his butt out of ‘your seat’ (whichever one was to the right of him) at breakfast, and definitely writes to his mom asking about what to get you for your birthday (and how much he’s been wanting to ask you out for almost about three years now).

Right... James is a great friend, so when you get all excited about your birthday, gushing about how you want to celebrate this year, he takes one look at the excitement on your face and hatches the perfect plan. Or so he thinks.

“I just can’t wait to celebrate with you guys, and not have to worry about exams, or projects, or boys, or curfew…” you muse, laying across Mary and Remus’s laps as everyone’s gathered in the common room. Sirius, and Peter are chasing each other with throw pillows while Dorcas and Lily share headphones on the other sofa. James beelines towards you, crawling across the open space.

“Boys? What boys have been worrying you, dove?” he says snidely, sneaking towards the space near your belly, looking up at your relaxed figure.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Mary giggles, and Remus huffs back laughter as he pats your head. James peers up at you as you smile knowingly.

“It’s a secret.” you smile, reaching out to poke his chin.

“You keep secrets from me now? From your most good-looking, bestest friend ever that plans the coolest awesomest birthday parties for you?”

Well, he did have a point. Ever since he accidentally flung you into the Black Lake third year in a prank meant for Snape, he’s almost always waited on you hand and foot. He had to, for your immediate response to laugh and flip him into the lake ‘qualified’ you as a Marauder (plus he thought you were really pretty—he swore he stopped crushing on Lily the next day.) And every birthday since has been bigger and better. Fourth year was the movie marathon out on the quidditch pitch; Fifth year was the picnic out next to Black Lake, and now you couldn’t wait to see what he has planned.

You look at the boy thoughtfully, smiling down at him and he swears it’s his favorite sight in the world.

“You don’t always have to know everything, Prongs…”

He chases after your hand with his mouth, trying to chomp one of your fingers. Idiot.

“Of course I do, or else no birthday party for you!” he jokes, and you giggle at the notion. He wouldn’t dare. He loves to celebrate you. Maybe this will be the year he asks you out… Is that cheesy? Or lame? James sighs, fussing with a string on his sweater, suddenly silent amongst the chaos of his lively friends. He’s got a lot of work to do.

—

The next week was filled with James’ hasty preparations and all of your friends were put up to the task of making his vision come together. Remus and Peter would get the booze, Mary and Alice would bake the sweet treats, Sirius and Lily were working on decorations, and Marlene and Dorcas were busy enchanting a record player to amplify through the party space James would get ready in the Room of Requirement. He’s been a little high-strung, overcalculating his endless to-do list to impress you.

All of them have been so…busy, and it was a bit lonely. You thought they might plan something with you, or for you, but you haven’t seen much of them in the past few days. Every bump in the corridor or spotting in the common room was a flurry of hushed whispers and giggles at jokes that flew over your head. Even dinner with them has been oddly silent, like watching a film but not being able to penetrate the scene that unfolds.

Peering down at the map one day after class, you see your friends’ names flitting around the map, all of them hanging out together, but not with you. That is, until a big hand nabs the parchment from your grasp.

“Hey!” “Sorry doll, need it for something important.” Sirius grins, pulling Lily along as they walk off briskly.

“Do you guys want to study later?” You call out after them, and they keep on walking, hands in their cloaks. Weird.

Many more of your requests have been denied. It’s a fickle thing, to suddenly feel unwanted in your group of friends. As a Marauder, you’ve earned your place there. But if Remus and Peter didn’t want to sneak out for a midnight snack, and Alice and Mary went shopping already, without you… Marlene and Dorcas were nowhere to be found.

That means you only had your favorite person to badger… James. You drag him into a broom closet after Muggle Studies one day, crossing your arms and looking up at him with frustration.

“Jeez, love, you’re stronger than you look!” He says sheepishly, hands landing on your waist.

“What are you all up to? Where have you been?” The pout on your face makes his knees weak, and it’d be so easy to just tell you….

No…He thinks, hardening his resolve as his thumb reaches out to smooth the crease in your forehead.

“Prongs,” you whine, poking his chest. The dim yellow lightbulb swings overhead, almost clobbering him in the skull.

“Why, you miss me that much?” He grins, prodding at your cheek. It’s cramped in here enough, and he hunches over your frame, unable to stop his smile at the look on your face.

“Yeah. I miss all of my friends. I sound like Moaning Myrtle whining after you lot! I wanna be involved in whatever you all are doing…” Delicate hands pull at the drawstrings of his hoodie and he feels like his chest tightens too.

“Hey, we haven’t forgotten you, so don’t worry, pretty girl. Your birthday’s coming up, right? You excited for that?” James’ thumb rubs at your cheek and he really wonders if, in any other instance, this could be platonic. Surely, you must like him too, right? Everything he does is to make you smile. He feels like he’s in a one-man show trying to embellish himself for your attention, and he’s waiting for the applause. Your hand grabs his as you lean into his touch.

“Got anything special planned?” You ask teasingly, and James can feel the warmth of your smile in his palm.

“For you? Of course.” He squeezes your cheek and you rip away from him, laughing. As you walk out of the closet, your shoulders bump as he wraps an arm around you.

“Don’t worry too much, dove. It’ll all work out,” he says, glad that you’re smiling again. “Wouldn’t let you have a terrible birthday. Never in a million years.”

“Exactly. What type of best friend would you be?” You smirk, walking off to your next class.

The thing is, he hopes you won’t be best friends by the end of it though. James huffs as he puts his hands in his pockets, walking in the opposite direction. This will be the year…. And it’s unsure if it’s a promise to himself or to you.

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Of course, it wouldn’t be a Marauder plan of action without some mayhem. James had taken it upon himself to organize his big list of to-dos, assign jobs, and make sure everything was set up for your birthday. The Room of Requirement was decked out in enchanted sparklers, a huge cake was adorned by a spotlight in the corner of the room, and all your friends were there to celebrate you. Mary’s putting the final touches on the gift pile before she looks to Sirius and Peter, who are horsing around the room running through the balloons.

“Something’s missing,” she remarks, and the others scamper around to figure out what it is. Lily double checks the sound system for your favorite songs, Marlene makes sure the drinks are flowing and at the table set up in the back. Dorcas whacks Peter and Sirius to stop popping the balloons, and Remus, the smart one, turns on his heel to stomp towards James, who is looking like he could implode from stress at any given moment.

“Prongs…” Remus muses, unsure if he should laugh, or wring his neck.

“What did I forget?” he says sheepishly, looking down at his watch. A balloon pops.

“Did you invite the birthday girl?” Oh shit.

“HAH—Moony, you’re not supposed to be the funny one here, of course I….” his eyes fall down to his scroll of to-dos, looking at the only thing unmarked on his list.

• Get her to come to the best birthday celebration ever.

“I forgot to tell her, didn’t I…”

Right. James might’ve glossed over that one. His nervous laughter shrivels at the sight of his friends’ faces of disbelief as they bombard him with questions and profanities and so, he bolts out of there, trying to find you on the map.

—

Surprisingly, James finds you in the kitchen, sitting infront of a lone cupcake and the house elves singing you the worst rendition of ‘Happy Birthday’ there ever was to magical folk. What should be his plan of action? Acting nonchalant, or owning up to his flub? All of his thoughts go out the window when he sees your despondent sigh at the lit candle, thinking your friends have forgotten his absolute favorite day of the entire year.

“Pretty girl, why are you so sad?” he says, rushing to meet you at the table. You’re pulling at your sleeves and looking at the cupcake in disappointment.

“Did you all forget about me?” you ask, bottom lip trembling at the notion. James shakes his head rapidly, so much so that his glasses are skewed as he looks at you.

“How could we forget the best birthday girl?”

“I’m the only birthday girl, and I haven’t seen any of you today. You didn’t even eat dinner with me,” you pout. Your huff of a sigh blows out the sad little candle, and it almost makes you want to crumple up in embarrassment. Your finger reaches out to sample some of the icing, and you bring it to your mouth, James following the movement with his eyes.

“I’m sorry dove. I might’ve messed up for this one,” he mutters, hating to see you upset.

“If you forgot to plan anything, it’s okay…. You’re not obligated to.” Your head falls to the slope of your shoulder, looking bashful at the idea of being celebrated. But James hasn’t gone all this way to see you unhappy.

“That’s the funny thing about it, erm…. I need you to come with me.” He pulls at your arm, but you won’t budge. How mortifying to conceptualize how you feel in this moment, feeling smaller than ever. A birthday is just a day, after all. Maybe they can make it up to you tomorrow.

“I dunno Prongs, I think I should just go to bed and wake up with a better attitude, yeah? It’s really oka–HEY!” James lifts you out of your chair and throws you over his shoulder, securing you to him before he bolts out of the kitchens. Your vision is blurred and all you can see is the massive muscles rippling down his back as he runs. His bum is quite nice too.

“James Potter, what in Merlin’s name do you think you’re doing? Put me down this instant or I’ll hex you into next week!” You screech, before he puts a silencing charm on you to not alert Filch of your antics. You reach out to hit his buttock as he exclaims, “Ow! Cheeky…. I promise you’ll like this, dove. You really thought we’d forget your birthday?”

There comes a point when he paces back and forth in front of the same stretch of wall and you think he’s insane, talking to himself and turning in circles. After the third lap, he sets you down, your arms crossed and quite stern at the trip he’s taken you on. James smooths your hair down before he looks you in the eyes, standing a bit closer than a friend would, but Godric is he excited to show you his work.

“Ahem. Do you really think I’d forget your big day, pretty girl? It’s my favorite day of the year!” He smiles and you shake your head with a smile. He nudges the door open to reveal all your friends, yelling “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Still inaudible, your mouth is gaping wide in shock, silent laughter escaping your mouth. Marlene and Dorcas carry the cake over to you before they sing in all sorts of tunes, none of them on key and possibly worse than the house elves. The light of the candles caresses the warmth in your cheeks as you look at your friends in wonder. You mumble something like a ‘thank you’ but they can’t comprehend it until Remus undoes the charm, whacking James across the head.

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Later, James sneaks behind you, throwing an arm around your waist, whispering ‘Happy birthday’ for the millionth time, but he’ll never get tired of telling you how much he cares.

“Are you happy, birthday girl?” he smiles, and you get on your tiptoes to give him a kiss that lands on the corner of his mouth. The applause is back, thundering in his ears before he realizes it’s the sound of his heart when you’re near.

Yeah, this will be the year everything changes. His plans are racking up into a list in his brain as you gaze at him all starry-eyed and smiley. Your friends are all looking at you knowingly, and he can’t wait to get to work, for there is just so much to do.

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“In case you foolishly forget: I am never not thinking of you.” - Virginia Woolf

taglist: @jsjcue

love me some tunes! i listened to this while writing: this will be our year by lowland hum

#made by ma1dita ♥︎#marauders era #marauders x reader #james potter x reader

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zebra-rigel · 2 months ago

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Hi hi!! About your demon cultivator SJ and Plant Spirit SY teachers au:

I'd been wondering how Shen Jiu got into demon cultivator but then I realized that, wait, he DOES have an ass of a shizun, so maybe that's how. Which means whatever the canon SJ had got going on, he'd have much worse in this au. He'd be more evil, more direct in his cunningness, more of the badass villain that he is.

Okay now that led me into thinking about those I-can-fix-him posts but with plant spirit SY, and who's to say he hadn't made it worse instead? As in, SJ and SY do have to spend quality time (a lot of time, even) to open up and do his part in fixing SJ, plus they do kinda share the same memories (I think I remember one of your posts saying SY shares SJs memories) and life force and all, but BUT hear me out. SJ never had never met such a pure soul before, not with any malicious intents that humans reek of, and SY is such a precious gem how could he not attached? Sneakily inserting insecurity and anxiety+attachment issues here...

Maybe that's why SJ yeets LBH into the Abyss? Because the kid got too close to his kind of adopted brother? But that said, he saved Ming Gan and Ning YingYing among other kids. So this goes against my theories because I portrayed him as more unstable and an evil-ey person. (Close to Bingge, I guess?)

Okay so perhaps Shen Yuan did heal Shen Jiu and maybe LBH wouldn't be yeeted off a cliff out of jealousy. He's kinder here anyway.

First of all, thanks for the ask! I'm very excited to answer your questions :) sorry in advance cause I wrote it at different times so it's a bit long and wonky, (ᵕ—ᴗ—) so be prepared lol

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How Shen Jiu became a demonic cultivator

Shen Jiu didn't get into demonic cultivation as much as he stayed in it- it was a direct pipeline from Wu Yanzi's tutelage to becoming an established demonic cultivator himself. (I haven't figured out the specifics yet, but what I do know happened is that when they visited the Immortal Alliance Conference, Shen Jiu recognized Yue Qingyuan and fled.)

I think that canon Shen jiu would have killed himself before turning to demonic cultivation as a lifestyle, so in my au Wu Yanzi is different from canon. While he was he was just as much of an asshole and bastard, this one was at least a competent teacher. The way Shen Jiu travelled as a wandering cultivator is based on his lifestyle whicle travelling with Wu Yanzi. The man used to take him to demonic sects in an attempt to have him learn their cultivation techniques aslong with the various aspects of demonic cultivator culture, which is completely different from the lifestyles of immortals.

In my au demonic cultivation is something that CAN be done right but only if you start cultivating early and correctly. As an example: Ming Fan is going to become a perfectly healthy demonic cultivator as long as he follows his shizun's teachings and is brought up in the right environment. (cursed grounds with plenty of demonic qi)

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Which means whatever the canon SJ had got going on, he'd have much worse in this au. He'd be more evil, more direct in his cunningness, more of the badass villain that he is.

Is this SJ worse than canon SJ? Yes but also SY is there so it's toned down a bit. he's kinda projecting onto sy with his qi-ge xiao jiu issues. he'll get better over time, I swear, but I also wanted sy to be kind of an enabler initially. (for the angst. because he's a plant spirit and doesn't have the right context for sj's actions and how self-destructive they are)

Okay now that led me into thinking about those I-can-fix-him posts but with plant spirit SY, and who's to say he hadn't made it worse instead?

mwahaha Exactly! Shen Jiu really will protect A-Yuan any way he knows how.

SJ never had never met such a pure soul before, not with any malicious intents that humans reek of, and SY is such a precious gem how could he not attached? Sneakily inserting insecurity and anxiety+attachment issues here...

I SWEAR you picked this out of my head, that is exactly the dynamic they have going on asfksfsdagdf

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Maybe that's why SJ yeets LBH into the Abyss? Because the kid got too close to his kind of adopted brother?

kind of YES? The comments on the sj's bad disciplinary methods poll reminded me of how utterly sj hates men(thx @kgne-k) and taking @meemawdeen's suggestion shen yuan now takes on all male disciples and shen jiu takes all the female disciples!

I now have a silly goofy idea where the disciples have a 'hidden rivalry' which is official in sj's eyes, except they also actually really vibe with each other <3

SJ sees it like bai zhan peak and qing jing peak but toned down(?) while to shen yuan it's like 'ah, my disciples must be permenantly in the awkward getting to know each other polite stage'

but my actual mental image is closer to like, 'all-boys boarding school within two blocks of an all-girls boarding school' (this is an extremely niche reference stemming from my preteen hyperfixation on ruskin bond and enid blyton books so feel free to ignore it)

SO ANYWAYS, because of this 'rivalry'+forced divide (enforced by sj, though sy has no idea) it takes sj a good three years to realize that the sweet personal disciple apparently attending to and being fawned over by shen yuan is NOT ning yingying as he had previously assumed but instead. his Fucking half-heavenly demon disciple who can't even get his seal to break. Cue Shizun re-introducing 'Throw him into the Endless-Abyss' into the list of 'Possible ways to get Luo Binghe's seal to Break (so we can finally Use his Heavenly Demon Blood)'.

So this goes against my theories because I portrayed him as more unstable and an evil-ey person. (Close to Bingge, I guess?)

It's interesting that you thought of him as close to Bingge cause I do too, but more like- a bing-meified Bingge? Does that make sense? Like he used to be totally down for a few rounds of murder and ritual sacrifice but now he has kids and a brother to look after so its off the table (◔_◔)

He's kinder here anyway.

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I hope I answered all your questions, please tell me if I missed anything! Thanks for reading if you made it this far <3

#svsss #svsss au #shen yuan #shen jiu #demonic plant spirit! sy #demonic cultivator! sj #shen twins #scum villian self saving system #scum villain #luo binghe has appeareth #i did not mean for him to yet

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clementineofmine · 9 months ago

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Well, shit.

I did it.

I actually did it.

93,000 words later (10% of them in the extra long last chapter WOWEEE) and I finished* my Same Weird Family post S2 spec fic series a whole two days before my self-imposed deadline of Season 3 Season 4.

(I've made my peace with S3 on Netflix and genuinely enjoy some bits of it but really, I still kinda secretly like my idea better. Feel free to tell me I'm wrong I'm here for all of it.)

So, with no further ado, here you go. First link is to the final chapter for anyone patient enough to have stuck around 6 months awaiting that (bless you).

Second link brings you back to the beginning if you're new here or just looking for some family shenanigans and Five Whump. Either way, hope you enjoy, because I certainly enjoyed writing it.

*epilogues don't count, mwahaha

#i....did it #still in shock #assaily you my hero #thank you friend #for betaing #and general awesomeness #five hargreeves #tua #the umbrella academy #klaus hargreeves #allison hargreeves #luther hargreeves #diego hargreeves #tua fic #post s2 #i wrote it

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papermonkeyism · 9 months ago

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Workplace doodle bandit strikes again!

This time no cardboard boxes were decorated, but I did have five minutes at the end of last friday when I had collected all lists there were for the day, but it was still slightly too early to leave for the day, so I grabbed the closest drawing implement to the list table next to some post it notes.

Forgot to document my deed back when I made it, but I'm happy to report the crime has been noticed (it's in a different spot than where I left it) but hasn't been removed.

Mwahaha!

#Paper does a job #sorry for the double post #tumblr glitched when posting again #the text reads 'Emppu was here :)' in Finnish #guess what my IRL handle is

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thom-thunderstruck · 3 months ago

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Hi, guys! Finally got around to making a blog !!

Feel free to like, ask me about stuff? Yeah!

:) !!

I did it, folks. They called me crazy ("they" = "the voices of reason in my head") but I did it anyway. THOMPSON BLOG LET'S GO 🗣️‼️‼️

Inspired by @iceb4gw-c and @st1tchedmyheart, hoping to RP along MWAHAHA. I'll update this post as I gather my HCs, but here's some that I have in mind:

- Thompson is a pressure pan of a kid who's this 🤏 close to exploding. The problem? He is, for some reason, unbelievably patient. Do with that as you will. He may explode soon, he may not! The suspense will kill you!

- Grenda is his cousin on his aunt's side! They have a rivalry on Dancy Pants Revolution and Thompson still has the crown

- Thompson also takes her to her boxing classes on weekends, and is so, so close to joining as well

- He looks and acts dense, and for the most part he IS dense, but he's listening when it matters. Chances are that his personal journal is full of secrets that could and would destroy his friend group's reputation for the rest of their school lives, but oh, he wouldn't do it.

- He wouldn't do it.

- He has no idea what sexuality he is. Chances are that he's demi, and swings both ways!

- This kid needs to cry. And punch someone. And cry and also punch someone he REALLY needs to punch someone I swear to god

- Finally, his full name is [gets shot]

#WE WIN THESE #gravity falls thompson #gravity falls rp blog #rp blog

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fey-fanofamanysorts · 3 months ago

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mwahaha am back :)

when did I last post here 🤨

#wilderlore #wilderlore fanart #barclay thorne #yasha robinovich #barsha #chat is fighting with feelings considered as feelings #DHSUDBWIDHSJD I LOVE BARSHA LIKE WTH- 🔥🔥#ok am kalm now- NOT #:)

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ascendancyzine · 7 months ago

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Selection Emails TOMORROW!!

I promised a one week delay and boy-howdy did we get in under that wire XD. But hey, GOOD NEWS EVERYONE -- selection emails will be going out TOMORROW! (Saturday, September 7th).

Like we mentioned before, once you get your selection email, we'll get with you to discuss your ideas for your contribution and you'll get access to the zine's collaboration discord! After selection emails have gone out, we'll do a few rounds of posts to introduce everyone to our writers and artists, so stay tuned! It's a fun list (yes I've seen it, mwahaha) and let me tell you - I'm personally very excited for what's to come :D - your zine marketing mod

#ascendancy zine #chiss ascendancy #chiss #thrawn

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mangledscrimp · 9 months ago

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HAIII,, Here is Desmond for dy au :3,, I redid her ref sheet and I think it looks so much better than the original sprite edit! (comparison)

(WILL HAVE AZRAN LEGACY SPOILERS.)

As a bit of a warning;; There will be nonsexual nudity in the post going over scars from surgeries and wounds (not very graphic)

As usual, going to go through each bullet.

•Pronouns

Desmond goes by He/She/They/Its. Everything pretty much goes for them. She’s genderfluid.

•AroAce

Desmond in this au is aroace. He still had that past partner like canon desmond does. But after she had disappeared, it helped him discover himself after being unable to be a suitable partner for anyone else due to stress and general complications with understanding people.

•Artistry

Desmond is still very much into art, but taxidermy is what she values higher than most. She thinks it’s a beautiful way to show the life an animal once lived or a creative way to express oneself through an animal.

•Airship or water ship?

Desmond in this au owns a mixture of both! She owns a cruise ship with an attached airship at the top (the Bostonius)! Making her able to leave the ship without having to turn the cruise around and an easier place to have the airship without having to put it into a hanger. Her crewmates often call her red or dessy, a fun little nickname!

•Glasses?

Surprisingly, her glasses are only for show. She’s got no lenses in those red rims and are merely an accessory.

•Profession

Desmond studied the arts of archeology and anthropology. He’s well versed in the two topics. Archeology is something that peaked his interest since it was a major thing in his childhood. Often times, his father would bring him to dig sites to see pottery from the past and how humans used to live. Unfortunately, his father was taken by a suspicious group of people, as well as his mother.

Anthropology also peaked Desmond’s interest as it went along with Archeology. Learning about how human being behaved throughout history over time is interesting to them.

This is more of a habit but, Desmond is also an interested hunter. While learning about different cultures and their practices, she learned more and more about different hunting strategies used by many cultures. These were inspirational, so it slowly became a hobby. Of course only in areas that allowed hunting. Nothing non-ethical for her!

———— AZRAN LEGACY SPOILS!!!

I feel like…you guys will hater me for what I did to descole for the au ok…Don’t get mad at me pleaseeeee!! :< She’s kinda cringe but I DON’T CAREEE MWAHAHA I AM FREE I CAN DO WHATEVER I WISH!!

Cannibalism and Hunting mention uwaaa

remember shit gets diabolical in this au, so don’t be surprised when the main villain is a cringe scary character that goes EEEVIL!!

ok yah this is..this is descole in this au.

Again, gonna do what I gotta do. A lot of what’s in here is related to lore stuff that some people may have or have not read..sooo tralala

This ref is general and not affected by gameplot!

•Similarities and differences

Desmond and Descole act VERY differently. Desmond is simply just an act for the public eye.

Also, not called “Jean Descole” in this au. She’d probably find it rather ugly to be called “Jean” and thinks that name is stupid. Her canon counterpart would definitely hate her.

Desmond and Descole both share the same pronouns, that part does not change. Same with their sexuality.

Desmond is more open and tries her best to communicate with people, while Descole acts more cold and serious. Descole also gets agitated more easily compared to Desmond.

•Outfit and design.

Descole’s outfit is made to hunt. It’s hunting gear. She has white hunting gloves and a purple hunting jacket.

The boa and cravat is for style, might as well look good when you’re hunting. (Not..very affective..but don’t tell her that..)

The cape is also for style but it’s also used to hide her belt and anything else she has concealed in her pockets. The pattern of the cape isn’t very consistent but it has the overall pattern of a leopard with a soft texture. Often times her chihuahua, treats, enjoys to lay in it. (Treats is the Keats dupe for this au! hehe). Can ditch the cape when she needs to run after prey and it’s slowing her down.

Her boots are lightweight so she can easily run after her prey if needed.

her hat is funny, that’s why I did it lols. She can’t own a cat, or else it would knock it off all the time haha!

Under everything, it’s just a plain cream shirt with her hunting pants.

The shadow is a design choice that I like hehe, it allows her to blend in with the darkness since she mostly hunts at night. Also makes her mysterious hehehe lalalal! Desmond can also have this shadow to show the cover being blown.

Mask to conceal her identity.

Wig is not connected to the hat, if she wants to take it off, she’ll take it off from the front, similarly to how the masked gentleman takes off the costume for the big reveal.

•Weaponry

Descole carries a belt on her waist that holds her smaller tools. For example, her cautery tool she stole from her adopted father (Raymond). Carrying it around incase she needs it for prey. (Of course, it’s only been used on one creature she’s hunted.)

Another weapon in her arsenal would be her handgun. It’s used near the ending of Randall’s game. She has larger ones but she carries a small one for quick trips and not for longer hunts.

Lastly, she owns a net guns. Made by herself. The case is a deep dark purple with a red “D” to label it as her own. It has foam to protect each netgun head and handle. The yellow button on the handle is to release her white web onto her prey. She mostly uses her net guns instead of killing what’s she’s hunting right away.

• Diet.

She’s a hunter that eats her prey. if her prey so happens to be Human, she won’t find a problem using every piece that she can.

With her normal hunting, she often uses every part of the animal. For example, if she were to hunt a deer, she’d use every piece.

Though, she has yet to eat a human being. She had plans to feast on a red headed woman after her plans had failed since she had no more use for her, but that sadly didn’t go through. Once you aren’t needed anymore in her eyes, she’ll find a way to satisfy her hunger.

Under the cut there is nudity!! NOT SEXUAL! Just to show Des’s body.

Warn for scarring and nonsexual nudity!! uwaa

This is how Des looks underneath everything!

•Under Both

During the Randall game, Des gets shot in her shoulder, leaving a scar after raymond tried to tend to its wound.

Des had gotten breast reduction surgery by raymond. Raymond has surgical experience, he’s a retired surgeon who decided to work in an orphanage where he met Des and her future crew.

Raymond is like a father to des and was happy to make her feel more confident in himself.

The wound on their right hand was caused by desperate measures going through the labyrinth in Randall’s game. She carved a pathway onto her hand so she wouldn’t get lost.

He’s got a symmetry line down its chest. Idk, just a neat body detail I wanted to add because I think it’s nice! hehe

• Under Descole

She wears a binder under her descole outfit to appear more flat chested. She doesn’t mind her breasts but she’d rather wear that when she’s hunting that a bra. Feels more contained.

OK LALALA THAT IT!!

#ok…it’s out in the world to see now #hi #hope u guys. like her.#professor layton diabolical yuri au #mangledscrimp rant #professor layton au #descole #descole d.y #azran legacy spoilers #desmond sycamore #desmond sycamore d.y #mangledscrimp art tag

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