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[diddybok]

*blows dust*

[diddybok]

the best mother in the world

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x fem!reader

➩genre(s): text, FLUFF, soon to be parents au

➩warnings: swearing [anything else i’ve missed]

➩author’s note: better late than never…🧌 i changed it a little from reader asking if she’d be a good mother to her afraid that she’s already gonna be a bad one!

➩requested: yes! if you’d like to request a fic send me an ask or inbox me <3

chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

ʚ hope you enjoyed ^.^ you can support me by liking, commenting and reblogging! it is heavily appreciated ᵕ̈ ɞ

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

general taglist: @spacegirlstuff @chengmeiauau @elisiexoxo @19marka @skzhoes

if you would like to be added to the general taglist or removed, let me know in the comments, send an ask or message me!

[danihwang882-deactivated2025030]

I REALLY GET THIS WAY WITH THEM.

[diddybok]

hehe thank you for reading my love!

[diddybok]

GUYS BLACK SHORT HAIRED FELIX CAME BACK TO ME. HE CAME HOME. HE HEARD MY CRIES. I CANT BELIEVE THIS

HAPPY HOLIDAYS TO EVERYONE THAT CELEBRATES I AM GONNA BE BEATING IT IN MY BED THIS—

not to bypass hyunjin with the blonde buzz the little slut i need all of them immediately

[diddybok]

han jisung HC 1

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: pathetic (and i mean pathetic) jisung x gn!reader

➩genre(s): headcanon - kinda long soz

➩warnings: smut, angst

thinking about jisung (specifically him in the photo above) being a whiny little bitch after an argument with you so here we go. off the rip:

you had the worst day possible this week. everything that could have went wrong, went wrong and then some.

you just wanted to go home, snuggle your boyfriend (maybe cry into his arms) eat something yummy and then go to sleep. you were just so over it. you needed peace and quiet.

so you certainly were not happy to find jisung with all the boys round with the karaoke machine out. any other day this would have been okay, any other day and you might have joined in. but today wasn’t any other day, today was the worst day.

and so you dropped your keys into the bowl beside the door—the door you have just slammed—take off your shoes, ignoring the seven other pairs, and storm directly to the source of the loud noise.

“hi baby! you’re home—” jisung would begin to say until his face drops at the look on your face.

one of the boys, you don’t know which one, would take it into account to pause the song that was currently blaring. their eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

“you didn’t tell me you were going to have the boys round tonight.” you would say with a bite so venomous, the other boys picked up on it instantly.

“woah who rubbed you the wrong way today? relax, why don’t you join in instead of being professor grumps” he would say with a chuckle. but no one else was chuckling, not when they saw the twitch in your eye. and there would be an audible gulp.

an audible gulp followed by the scramblings of feet as they hurry to exit your house. mumblings of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘sorry’s’ as they funnel out the door.

jisung in turn, bless him, gets irritated at the fact that you just kicked his friends out. he would waste no time in starting to bicker with you about it.

“you never respect my time!” “it’s always whenever you say that i am allowed to hang out with my friends!” “you’re so fucking controlling!”

both of you would stop at that. chests huffing and fists clenching. he would see your eyes widen and your mouth open to say something but quickly slam shut.

he immediately goes back on his words.

“fuck, no i didn’t mean that. you’re not controlling at all. i’m just…i was just—”

“i’m going to bed.” is all you would say before you turn on your heel to walk to your shared bedroom.

“y/n”

but even the sound of his desperate voice breaking as he called your name wouldn’t stop you. as this time, you close the door with a soft click.

on the other hand, jisung is pacing outside of the bedroom door. he has been ever since you went in there and went quiet. and that was forty five minutes ago.

a soft knock on the door. no response. an utterance of your name. no response.

it takes him another five minutes to muster up the courage to open the door. and he sees you there, sat up in bed scrolling through whatever on your phone.

“y/n? baby…” he would start off by saying. his footsteps light as he creeps over to your side of the bed.

“what do you want?” short, devoid of any warmth.

he couldn’t hide the raise of his shoulders as he winced at your reaction.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you the boys were coming round.”

“it doesn’t matter, i’m too controlling anyways. you can do whatever you want, don’t need my permission.” you would reply behind the screen of your phone.

though your fingers would tighten around the edge of it ever so slightly as you see in your peripheral, jisung sink to his knees.

“no i didn’t mean it like that. you’re not controlling i promise you’re not. i was just embarrassed and then unaware that you weren’t in the mood for jokes and—”

you’d roll over onto your side. “i really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

with your back towards him, he would run his fingers through his tousled hair.

and then it would happen. you would hear a faint whine. like a puppy locked in its crate for the night. you were keen to ignore it if only he didn’t do it again, his fingers now gripping the sheets beside you.

“baby please~ i’m sorry. please. please y/n, don’t go to sleep mad at me. i’m so sorry i really didn’t mean it.” he would whine louder. it sounded as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

you heave a sigh, shuffling over across the bed to allow for more room for him. you reach behind you, grabbing the corner of the sheet as you pull back the covers.

of course he would waste no time to climb in beside you. for all he knows, the offer could have closed in three seconds if he dawdled.

but your back was still turned to him. you were still shutting him out.

his bottom lip would tremble as he would wrap an arm around you and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

the small sniffles and wet drops falling onto your bare skin wouldn’t capture your attention, no, it would be his leg wrapped around your ankle as he gently humps your thigh.

“jisung.” you would warn.

“i’m sorry y/n please forgive me.” he would whimper over and over again. to himself or to you, you were not sure.

“we will talk about it tomorrow it’s fine.” you would try to attempt to calm his mind. but you would feel his head shake, the strands of his hair tickling your neck.

“b-but you’re still upset with me now. please let me make it up to you. you can control me all you want!” he would plead.

“jisung i’m fine—” but you would get cut off by his hand snaking between your thighs. palming you with haste as the thrusts of his hips become more desperate.

and you wouldn’t get so much as a moment to think about what he’s doing before his other hand gropes your chest. pulling, flicking and rubbing at your nipples.

and he’d whine again. he’d whine and it would sound like melted honey to your ears. and when you would release a breath much heavier than the ones before, he would take your phone out of your hand and mount you.

hands beside your head, caging you in as his bottom lip catches between his teeth. his thin sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal for you as he ruts himself against your core.

“please~” followed by a sniffle, his glasses reflecting the forgotten phone beside you.

“ji, what do you want to do?” you would ask, susceptible to his neediness to please you.

“i want to taste you. i want your cum in my mouth and then i want to hump the bed until you say i can come in my pants. i don’t deserve to come on you or in you. don’t even deserve to have you touch me.”

and so it was, he trailed down your body, taking your pyjama bottoms with him as he settled between your legs. your thighs wrapped around his muscled shoulders as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before going to town.

his tongue would be ravenous, exploring you like he has never tasted something so sweet, so delectable in his entire life. and you would grab his hair tightly in your hands and he would reward you with another gorgeous whine.

“please fuck my face, please use me to your liking. i’ll be your good boy, i won’t ever talk to you like that again.” he would mewl against you before lapping you right back up again.

and you would squeeze your thighs against his head and he would let you. oh he would let you do whatever because you are his y/n. until you were making it harder for him to reach those places deep with his tongue. only then would he use his insurmountable strength to pry your legs apart.

and he would go back to devouring his meal; you.

and of course your moans would fuel him. let him know that he is doing a good job. and the dampness in his crotch would seep through his sweatpants and leave a stain on the bedsheets below.

he’d be treating the bed as if it were you. as if he were deep inside, plummeting in and out, in and out.

and when you reached your second orgasm, nearing on to your third, did he ask ever so politely.

“can i come for you? please baby, please can i come for you? i know i don’t deserve to, but please y/n let me come for you!”

and as your orgasm washes over you with a delightful bliss, do you meet his eyes as he laps up your essence, not wasting a single drop.

the sheets beneath your feet have lifted off the corners of the bed from his salaciousness. beneath the smears on his glasses, you could see the faint glimmering of tears.

and you would smile, you would smile and flip onto your knees, watching as he would crawl up the bed slightly before continuing his thrusts.

and you would hold his face in yours as you would whisper against his lips.

“come for me, my pretty boy.”

and he would, and there’d be so much not even his sweatpants could contain it as it shoots through the fabric. his hips still rubbing against the mattress, rubbing the soiled pants all over his thighs.

his cheeks puffed out, his swollen rouge lips glistened with remnants of you and his spit, his glasses askew on his face. it was truly an image you could paint to keep, to cherish.

and when his arms would buckle beneath his weight, would he look up at you and say “thank you.”

the word i’m sure you’re all aware was silent is screaming at me rn. and imagining him saying it in his little non-british british accent? release me.

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

[everglowdaisies]

hehe

[diddybok]

thank you for reading my love!

[diddybok]

the best mother in the world

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x fem!reader

➩genre(s): text, FLUFF, soon to be parents au

➩warnings: swearing [anything else i’ve missed]

➩author’s note: better late than never…🧌 i changed it a little from reader asking if she’d be a good mother to her afraid that she’s already gonna be a bad one!

➩requested: yes! if you’d like to request a fic send me an ask or inbox me <3

chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

ʚ hope you enjoyed ^.^ you can support me by liking, commenting and reblogging! it is heavily appreciated ᵕ̈ ɞ

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

general taglist: @spacegirlstuff @chengmeiauau @elisiexoxo @19marka @skzhoes

if you would like to be added to the general taglist or removed, let me know in the comments, send an ask or message me!

[diddybok]

ahh i’m glad you enjoyed my love! thank you for reading <3

[diddybok]

the best mother in the world

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x fem!reader

➩genre(s): text, FLUFF, soon to be parents au

➩warnings: swearing [anything else i’ve missed]

➩author’s note: better late than never…🧌 i changed it a little from reader asking if she’d be a good mother to her afraid that she’s already gonna be a bad one!

➩requested: yes! if you’d like to request a fic send me an ask or inbox me <3

chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

ʚ hope you enjoyed ^.^ you can support me by liking, commenting and reblogging! it is heavily appreciated ᵕ̈ ɞ

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

general taglist: @spacegirlstuff @chengmeiauau @elisiexoxo @19marka @skzhoes

if you would like to be added to the general taglist or removed, let me know in the comments, send an ask or message me!

[19marka]

KAE DO YOU WANT ME TO WEEP???? TO YOU SEEK JOY IN THE SIGHT OF MY TEARS???? smh giving me baby fever at the ripe age of 19 with your gooeyness (and i love you for it 😭) (and this girlie knows who im imagining it with- WHOOPSIE DAISY)

[diddybok]

no!!!(🙂‍↕️)

i’m good with not getting baby fever (a big stinking lie) but seeing men who’s good with kids barkbarkbark

🕺🕺🥰🙏

[diddybok]

slowly but surely getting things done for you guys. talk about pushing everything out right before the new year🫡💫

FUCK I MISS ALL OF YOU AND READING ALL YOUR INTERACTIONS! y’all always managed to put a smile on my face :(((

went off on a lil rant in the tags but hey, we listen and we don’t judge x

[diddybok]

the best mother in the world

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: ot8 x fem!reader

➩genre(s): text, FLUFF, soon to be parents au

➩warnings: swearing [anything else i’ve missed]

➩author’s note: better late than never…🧌 i changed it a little from reader asking if she’d be a good mother to her afraid that she’s already gonna be a bad one!

➩requested: yes! if you’d like to request a fic send me an ask or inbox me <3

chris

minho

changbin

hyunjin

jisung

felix

seungmin

i.n

ʚ hope you enjoyed ^.^ you can support me by liking, commenting and reblogging! it is heavily appreciated ᵕ̈ ɞ

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

general taglist: @spacegirlstuff @chengmeiauau @elisiexoxo @19marka @skzhoes

if you would like to be added to the general taglist or removed, let me know in the comments, send an ask or message me!

[diddybok]

han jisung HC 1

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: pathetic (and i mean pathetic) jisung x gn!reader

➩genre(s): headcanon - kinda long soz

➩warnings: smut, angst

thinking about jisung (specifically him in the photo above) being a whiny little bitch after an argument with you so here we go. off the rip:

you had the worst day possible this week. everything that could have went wrong, went wrong and then some.

you just wanted to go home, snuggle your boyfriend (maybe cry into his arms) eat something yummy and then go to sleep. you were just so over it. you needed peace and quiet.

so you certainly were not happy to find jisung with all the boys round with the karaoke machine out. any other day this would have been okay, any other day and you might have joined in. but today wasn’t any other day, today was the worst day.

and so you dropped your keys into the bowl beside the door—the door you have just slammed—take off your shoes, ignoring the seven other pairs, and storm directly to the source of the loud noise.

“hi baby! you’re home—” jisung would begin to say until his face drops at the look on your face.

one of the boys, you don’t know which one, would take it into account to pause the song that was currently blaring. their eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

“you didn’t tell me you were going to have the boys round tonight.” you would say with a bite so venomous, the other boys picked up on it instantly.

“woah who rubbed you the wrong way today? relax, why don’t you join in instead of being professor grumps” he would say with a chuckle. but no one else was chuckling, not when they saw the twitch in your eye. and there would be an audible gulp.

an audible gulp followed by the scramblings of feet as they hurry to exit your house. mumblings of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘sorry’s’ as they funnel out the door.

jisung in turn, bless him, gets irritated at the fact that you just kicked his friends out. he would waste no time in starting to bicker with you about it.

“you never respect my time!” “it’s always whenever you say that i am allowed to hang out with my friends!” “you’re so fucking controlling!”

both of you would stop at that. chests huffing and fists clenching. he would see your eyes widen and your mouth open to say something but quickly slam shut.

he immediately goes back on his words.

“fuck, no i didn’t mean that. you’re not controlling at all. i’m just…i was just—”

“i’m going to bed.” is all you would say before you turn on your heel to walk to your shared bedroom.

“y/n”

but even the sound of his desperate voice breaking as he called your name wouldn’t stop you. as this time, you close the door with a soft click.

on the other hand, jisung is pacing outside of the bedroom door. he has been ever since you went in there and went quiet. and that was forty five minutes ago.

a soft knock on the door. no response. an utterance of your name. no response.

it takes him another five minutes to muster up the courage to open the door. and he sees you there, sat up in bed scrolling through whatever on your phone.

“y/n? baby…” he would start off by saying. his footsteps light as he creeps over to your side of the bed.

“what do you want?” short, devoid of any warmth.

he couldn’t hide the raise of his shoulders as he winced at your reaction.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you the boys were coming round.”

“it doesn’t matter, i’m too controlling anyways. you can do whatever you want, don’t need my permission.” you would reply behind the screen of your phone.

though your fingers would tighten around the edge of it ever so slightly as you see in your peripheral, jisung sink to his knees.

“no i didn’t mean it like that. you’re not controlling i promise you’re not. i was just embarrassed and then unaware that you weren’t in the mood for jokes and—”

you’d roll over onto your side. “i really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

with your back towards him, he would run his fingers through his tousled hair.

and then it would happen. you would hear a faint whine. like a puppy locked in its crate for the night. you were keen to ignore it if only he didn’t do it again, his fingers now gripping the sheets beside you.

“baby please~ i’m sorry. please. please y/n, don’t go to sleep mad at me. i’m so sorry i really didn’t mean it.” he would whine louder. it sounded as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

you heave a sigh, shuffling over across the bed to allow for more room for him. you reach behind you, grabbing the corner of the sheet as you pull back the covers.

of course he would waste no time to climb in beside you. for all he knows, the offer could have closed in three seconds if he dawdled.

but your back was still turned to him. you were still shutting him out.

his bottom lip would tremble as he would wrap an arm around you and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

the small sniffles and wet drops falling onto your bare skin wouldn’t capture your attention, no, it would be his leg wrapped around your ankle as he gently humps your thigh.

“jisung.” you would warn.

“i’m sorry y/n please forgive me.” he would whimper over and over again. to himself or to you, you were not sure.

“we will talk about it tomorrow it’s fine.” you would try to attempt to calm his mind. but you would feel his head shake, the strands of his hair tickling your neck.

“b-but you’re still upset with me now. please let me make it up to you. you can control me all you want!” he would plead.

“jisung i’m fine—” but you would get cut off by his hand snaking between your thighs. palming you with haste as the thrusts of his hips become more desperate.

and you wouldn’t get so much as a moment to think about what he’s doing before his other hand gropes your chest. pulling, flicking and rubbing at your nipples.

and he’d whine again. he’d whine and it would sound like melted honey to your ears. and when you would release a breath much heavier than the ones before, he would take your phone out of your hand and mount you.

hands beside your head, caging you in as his bottom lip catches between his teeth. his thin sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal for you as he ruts himself against your core.

“please~” followed by a sniffle, his glasses reflecting the forgotten phone beside you.

“ji, what do you want to do?” you would ask, susceptible to his neediness to please you.

“i want to taste you. i want your cum in my mouth and then i want to hump the bed until you say i can come in my pants. i don’t deserve to come on you or in you. don’t even deserve to have you touch me.”

and so it was, he trailed down your body, taking your pyjama bottoms with him as he settled between your legs. your thighs wrapped around his muscled shoulders as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before going to town.

his tongue would be ravenous, exploring you like he has never tasted something so sweet, so delectable in his entire life. and you would grab his hair tightly in your hands and he would reward you with another gorgeous whine.

“please fuck my face, please use me to your liking. i’ll be your good boy, i won’t ever talk to you like that again.” he would mewl against you before lapping you right back up again.

and you would squeeze your thighs against his head and he would let you. oh he would let you do whatever because you are his y/n. until you were making it harder for him to reach those places deep with his tongue. only then would he use his insurmountable strength to pry your legs apart.

and he would go back to devouring his meal; you.

and of course your moans would fuel him. let him know that he is doing a good job. and the dampness in his crotch would seep through his sweatpants and leave a stain on the bedsheets below.

he’d be treating the bed as if it were you. as if he were deep inside, plummeting in and out, in and out.

and when you reached your second orgasm, nearing on to your third, did he ask ever so politely.

“can i come for you? please baby, please can i come for you? i know i don’t deserve to, but please y/n let me come for you!”

and as your orgasm washes over you with a delightful bliss, do you meet his eyes as he laps up your essence, not wasting a single drop.

the sheets beneath your feet have lifted off the corners of the bed from his salaciousness. beneath the smears on his glasses, you could see the faint glimmering of tears.

and you would smile, you would smile and flip onto your knees, watching as he would crawl up the bed slightly before continuing his thrusts.

and you would hold his face in yours as you would whisper against his lips.

“come for me, my pretty boy.”

and he would, and there’d be so much not even his sweatpants could contain it as it shoots through the fabric. his hips still rubbing against the mattress, rubbing the soiled pants all over his thighs.

his cheeks puffed out, his swollen rouge lips glistened with remnants of you and his spit, his glasses askew on his face. it was truly an image you could paint to keep, to cherish.

and when his arms would buckle beneath his weight, would he look up at you and say “thank you.”

the word i’m sure you’re all aware was silent is screaming at me rn. and imagining him saying it in his little non-british british accent? release me.

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

[ihave-atummyache]

oh my god this is so good

[tsunderelino]

damn this was so...hot???

[diddybok]

glad you enjoyed it!! thank you for reading my lovely <3

[diddybok]

han jisung HC 1

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: pathetic (and i mean pathetic) jisung x gn!reader

➩genre(s): headcanon - kinda long soz

➩warnings: smut, angst

thinking about jisung (specifically him in the photo above) being a whiny little bitch after an argument with you so here we go. off the rip:

you had the worst day possible this week. everything that could have went wrong, went wrong and then some.

you just wanted to go home, snuggle your boyfriend (maybe cry into his arms) eat something yummy and then go to sleep. you were just so over it. you needed peace and quiet.

so you certainly were not happy to find jisung with all the boys round with the karaoke machine out. any other day this would have been okay, any other day and you might have joined in. but today wasn’t any other day, today was the worst day.

and so you dropped your keys into the bowl beside the door—the door you have just slammed—take off your shoes, ignoring the seven other pairs, and storm directly to the source of the loud noise.

“hi baby! you’re home—” jisung would begin to say until his face drops at the look on your face.

one of the boys, you don’t know which one, would take it into account to pause the song that was currently blaring. their eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

“you didn’t tell me you were going to have the boys round tonight.” you would say with a bite so venomous, the other boys picked up on it instantly.

“woah who rubbed you the wrong way today? relax, why don’t you join in instead of being professor grumps” he would say with a chuckle. but no one else was chuckling, not when they saw the twitch in your eye. and there would be an audible gulp.

an audible gulp followed by the scramblings of feet as they hurry to exit your house. mumblings of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘sorry’s’ as they funnel out the door.

jisung in turn, bless him, gets irritated at the fact that you just kicked his friends out. he would waste no time in starting to bicker with you about it.

“you never respect my time!” “it’s always whenever you say that i am allowed to hang out with my friends!” “you’re so fucking controlling!”

both of you would stop at that. chests huffing and fists clenching. he would see your eyes widen and your mouth open to say something but quickly slam shut.

he immediately goes back on his words.

“fuck, no i didn’t mean that. you’re not controlling at all. i’m just…i was just—”

“i’m going to bed.” is all you would say before you turn on your heel to walk to your shared bedroom.

“y/n”

but even the sound of his desperate voice breaking as he called your name wouldn’t stop you. as this time, you close the door with a soft click.

on the other hand, jisung is pacing outside of the bedroom door. he has been ever since you went in there and went quiet. and that was forty five minutes ago.

a soft knock on the door. no response. an utterance of your name. no response.

it takes him another five minutes to muster up the courage to open the door. and he sees you there, sat up in bed scrolling through whatever on your phone.

“y/n? baby…” he would start off by saying. his footsteps light as he creeps over to your side of the bed.

“what do you want?” short, devoid of any warmth.

he couldn’t hide the raise of his shoulders as he winced at your reaction.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you the boys were coming round.”

“it doesn’t matter, i’m too controlling anyways. you can do whatever you want, don’t need my permission.” you would reply behind the screen of your phone.

though your fingers would tighten around the edge of it ever so slightly as you see in your peripheral, jisung sink to his knees.

“no i didn’t mean it like that. you’re not controlling i promise you’re not. i was just embarrassed and then unaware that you weren’t in the mood for jokes and—”

you’d roll over onto your side. “i really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

with your back towards him, he would run his fingers through his tousled hair.

and then it would happen. you would hear a faint whine. like a puppy locked in its crate for the night. you were keen to ignore it if only he didn’t do it again, his fingers now gripping the sheets beside you.

“baby please~ i’m sorry. please. please y/n, don’t go to sleep mad at me. i’m so sorry i really didn’t mean it.” he would whine louder. it sounded as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

you heave a sigh, shuffling over across the bed to allow for more room for him. you reach behind you, grabbing the corner of the sheet as you pull back the covers.

of course he would waste no time to climb in beside you. for all he knows, the offer could have closed in three seconds if he dawdled.

but your back was still turned to him. you were still shutting him out.

his bottom lip would tremble as he would wrap an arm around you and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

the small sniffles and wet drops falling onto your bare skin wouldn’t capture your attention, no, it would be his leg wrapped around your ankle as he gently humps your thigh.

“jisung.” you would warn.

“i’m sorry y/n please forgive me.” he would whimper over and over again. to himself or to you, you were not sure.

“we will talk about it tomorrow it’s fine.” you would try to attempt to calm his mind. but you would feel his head shake, the strands of his hair tickling your neck.

“b-but you’re still upset with me now. please let me make it up to you. you can control me all you want!” he would plead.

“jisung i’m fine—” but you would get cut off by his hand snaking between your thighs. palming you with haste as the thrusts of his hips become more desperate.

and you wouldn’t get so much as a moment to think about what he’s doing before his other hand gropes your chest. pulling, flicking and rubbing at your nipples.

and he’d whine again. he’d whine and it would sound like melted honey to your ears. and when you would release a breath much heavier than the ones before, he would take your phone out of your hand and mount you.

hands beside your head, caging you in as his bottom lip catches between his teeth. his thin sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal for you as he ruts himself against your core.

“please~” followed by a sniffle, his glasses reflecting the forgotten phone beside you.

“ji, what do you want to do?” you would ask, susceptible to his neediness to please you.

“i want to taste you. i want your cum in my mouth and then i want to hump the bed until you say i can come in my pants. i don’t deserve to come on you or in you. don’t even deserve to have you touch me.”

and so it was, he trailed down your body, taking your pyjama bottoms with him as he settled between your legs. your thighs wrapped around his muscled shoulders as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before going to town.

his tongue would be ravenous, exploring you like he has never tasted something so sweet, so delectable in his entire life. and you would grab his hair tightly in your hands and he would reward you with another gorgeous whine.

“please fuck my face, please use me to your liking. i’ll be your good boy, i won’t ever talk to you like that again.” he would mewl against you before lapping you right back up again.

and you would squeeze your thighs against his head and he would let you. oh he would let you do whatever because you are his y/n. until you were making it harder for him to reach those places deep with his tongue. only then would he use his insurmountable strength to pry your legs apart.

and he would go back to devouring his meal; you.

and of course your moans would fuel him. let him know that he is doing a good job. and the dampness in his crotch would seep through his sweatpants and leave a stain on the bedsheets below.

he’d be treating the bed as if it were you. as if he were deep inside, plummeting in and out, in and out.

and when you reached your second orgasm, nearing on to your third, did he ask ever so politely.

“can i come for you? please baby, please can i come for you? i know i don’t deserve to, but please y/n let me come for you!”

and as your orgasm washes over you with a delightful bliss, do you meet his eyes as he laps up your essence, not wasting a single drop.

the sheets beneath your feet have lifted off the corners of the bed from his salaciousness. beneath the smears on his glasses, you could see the faint glimmering of tears.

and you would smile, you would smile and flip onto your knees, watching as he would crawl up the bed slightly before continuing his thrusts.

and you would hold his face in yours as you would whisper against his lips.

“come for me, my pretty boy.”

and he would, and there’d be so much not even his sweatpants could contain it as it shoots through the fabric. his hips still rubbing against the mattress, rubbing the soiled pants all over his thighs.

his cheeks puffed out, his swollen rouge lips glistened with remnants of you and his spit, his glasses askew on his face. it was truly an image you could paint to keep, to cherish.

and when his arms would buckle beneath his weight, would he look up at you and say “thank you.”

the word i’m sure you’re all aware was silent is screaming at me rn. and imagining him saying it in his little non-british british accent? release me.

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

[ihave-atummyache]

oh my god this is so good

[diddybok]

glad you enjoyed my love, thanks for reading! <3

[diddybok]

Hi angel! Don’t know if you still do skz texts but if you do could you do a “reader asking skz if they think she’ll be a good mother?”

If not that’s totally fine, have a blessed life either way!!!🩷🩷🩷

hi my love!

i’ll put a pin in this, i got a few to get through but im currently on easter break so woop woop! i’ll try to get through a lot of them before i become busy again!

<33

[diddybok]

ITS SO LATE BUT IT’S EN ROUTE…LIKE RN!

(my doctor to my mother about me)

[diddybok]

You're asking us to help you count the kinks meanwhile I am still trying to come down from the astral high that I am on after reading said peice. Touching grass after was not helping I need to breathe, and bury myself in the grass.

I will be zero help cause I didn't even know some kinks are well..kinks. By definition kinks are "unconventional sexual tastes or behaviours'. And in my mind half of the things I find sexual are 'unconventional'. But thank you for the scrumpcious finger licking soul taking head cannon. May both sides of pillow be cold.

i just sighed in relief. this is probably why i was on such a high whenever i wrote and got feedback because it fills me with such joy.

as to actually answer this ask now (lol) i was and in many cases still am, in the same boat as you. i was just proofreading and i was like wooah…wait a minute🤔 this seems kinda like…😏

i had a wonderful sleep last night so i guess it’s all thanks to you <3

thanks for reading!

[diddybok]

let’s hold hands and count the number of kinks hidden in my most recent headcanon 🌚

like please tell me you know what the biggest one in there is. PLEASE

[diddybok]

han jisung HC 1

all characters depicted in my writing are from my own imagination and do NOT in any way represent nor reflect the people in real life :)

➩pairing: pathetic (and i mean pathetic) jisung x gn!reader

➩genre(s): headcanon - kinda long soz

➩warnings: smut, angst

thinking about jisung (specifically him in the photo above) being a whiny little bitch after an argument with you so here we go. off the rip:

you had the worst day possible this week. everything that could have went wrong, went wrong and then some.

you just wanted to go home, snuggle your boyfriend (maybe cry into his arms) eat something yummy and then go to sleep. you were just so over it. you needed peace and quiet.

so you certainly were not happy to find jisung with all the boys round with the karaoke machine out. any other day this would have been okay, any other day and you might have joined in. but today wasn’t any other day, today was the worst day.

and so you dropped your keys into the bowl beside the door—the door you have just slammed—take off your shoes, ignoring the seven other pairs, and storm directly to the source of the loud noise.

“hi baby! you’re home—” jisung would begin to say until his face drops at the look on your face.

one of the boys, you don’t know which one, would take it into account to pause the song that was currently blaring. their eyes flitting back and forth between the two of you.

“you didn’t tell me you were going to have the boys round tonight.” you would say with a bite so venomous, the other boys picked up on it instantly.

“woah who rubbed you the wrong way today? relax, why don’t you join in instead of being professor grumps” he would say with a chuckle. but no one else was chuckling, not when they saw the twitch in your eye. and there would be an audible gulp.

an audible gulp followed by the scramblings of feet as they hurry to exit your house. mumblings of ‘goodbyes’ and ‘sorry’s’ as they funnel out the door.

jisung in turn, bless him, gets irritated at the fact that you just kicked his friends out. he would waste no time in starting to bicker with you about it.

“you never respect my time!” “it’s always whenever you say that i am allowed to hang out with my friends!” “you’re so fucking controlling!”

both of you would stop at that. chests huffing and fists clenching. he would see your eyes widen and your mouth open to say something but quickly slam shut.

he immediately goes back on his words.

“fuck, no i didn’t mean that. you’re not controlling at all. i’m just…i was just—”

“i’m going to bed.” is all you would say before you turn on your heel to walk to your shared bedroom.

“y/n”

but even the sound of his desperate voice breaking as he called your name wouldn’t stop you. as this time, you close the door with a soft click.

on the other hand, jisung is pacing outside of the bedroom door. he has been ever since you went in there and went quiet. and that was forty five minutes ago.

a soft knock on the door. no response. an utterance of your name. no response.

it takes him another five minutes to muster up the courage to open the door. and he sees you there, sat up in bed scrolling through whatever on your phone.

“y/n? baby…” he would start off by saying. his footsteps light as he creeps over to your side of the bed.

“what do you want?” short, devoid of any warmth.

he couldn’t hide the raise of his shoulders as he winced at your reaction.

“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you the boys were coming round.”

“it doesn’t matter, i’m too controlling anyways. you can do whatever you want, don’t need my permission.” you would reply behind the screen of your phone.

though your fingers would tighten around the edge of it ever so slightly as you see in your peripheral, jisung sink to his knees.

“no i didn’t mean it like that. you’re not controlling i promise you’re not. i was just embarrassed and then unaware that you weren’t in the mood for jokes and—”

you’d roll over onto your side. “i really don’t want to talk about it right now.”

with your back towards him, he would run his fingers through his tousled hair.

and then it would happen. you would hear a faint whine. like a puppy locked in its crate for the night. you were keen to ignore it if only he didn’t do it again, his fingers now gripping the sheets beside you.

“baby please~ i’m sorry. please. please y/n, don’t go to sleep mad at me. i’m so sorry i really didn’t mean it.” he would whine louder. it sounded as if he were on the verge of a breakdown.

you heave a sigh, shuffling over across the bed to allow for more room for him. you reach behind you, grabbing the corner of the sheet as you pull back the covers.

of course he would waste no time to climb in beside you. for all he knows, the offer could have closed in three seconds if he dawdled.

but your back was still turned to him. you were still shutting him out.

his bottom lip would tremble as he would wrap an arm around you and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck.

the small sniffles and wet drops falling onto your bare skin wouldn’t capture your attention, no, it would be his leg wrapped around your ankle as he gently humps your thigh.

“jisung.” you would warn.

“i’m sorry y/n please forgive me.” he would whimper over and over again. to himself or to you, you were not sure.

“we will talk about it tomorrow it’s fine.” you would try to attempt to calm his mind. but you would feel his head shake, the strands of his hair tickling your neck.

“b-but you’re still upset with me now. please let me make it up to you. you can control me all you want!” he would plead.

“jisung i’m fine—” but you would get cut off by his hand snaking between your thighs. palming you with haste as the thrusts of his hips become more desperate.

and you wouldn’t get so much as a moment to think about what he’s doing before his other hand gropes your chest. pulling, flicking and rubbing at your nipples.

and he’d whine again. he’d whine and it would sound like melted honey to your ears. and when you would release a breath much heavier than the ones before, he would take your phone out of your hand and mount you.

hands beside your head, caging you in as his bottom lip catches between his teeth. his thin sweatpants doing nothing to hide his arousal for you as he ruts himself against your core.

“please~” followed by a sniffle, his glasses reflecting the forgotten phone beside you.

“ji, what do you want to do?” you would ask, susceptible to his neediness to please you.

“i want to taste you. i want your cum in my mouth and then i want to hump the bed until you say i can come in my pants. i don’t deserve to come on you or in you. don’t even deserve to have you touch me.”

and so it was, he trailed down your body, taking your pyjama bottoms with him as he settled between your legs. your thighs wrapped around his muscled shoulders as he pushes his glasses up the bridge of his nose before going to town.

his tongue would be ravenous, exploring you like he has never tasted something so sweet, so delectable in his entire life. and you would grab his hair tightly in your hands and he would reward you with another gorgeous whine.

“please fuck my face, please use me to your liking. i’ll be your good boy, i won’t ever talk to you like that again.” he would mewl against you before lapping you right back up again.

and you would squeeze your thighs against his head and he would let you. oh he would let you do whatever because you are his y/n. until you were making it harder for him to reach those places deep with his tongue. only then would he use his insurmountable strength to pry your legs apart.

and he would go back to devouring his meal; you.

and of course your moans would fuel him. let him know that he is doing a good job. and the dampness in his crotch would seep through his sweatpants and leave a stain on the bedsheets below.

he’d be treating the bed as if it were you. as if he were deep inside, plummeting in and out, in and out.

and when you reached your second orgasm, nearing on to your third, did he ask ever so politely.

“can i come for you? please baby, please can i come for you? i know i don’t deserve to, but please y/n let me come for you!”

and as your orgasm washes over you with a delightful bliss, do you meet his eyes as he laps up your essence, not wasting a single drop.

the sheets beneath your feet have lifted off the corners of the bed from his salaciousness. beneath the smears on his glasses, you could see the faint glimmering of tears.

and you would smile, you would smile and flip onto your knees, watching as he would crawl up the bed slightly before continuing his thrusts.

and you would hold his face in yours as you would whisper against his lips.

“come for me, my pretty boy.”

and he would, and there’d be so much not even his sweatpants could contain it as it shoots through the fabric. his hips still rubbing against the mattress, rubbing the soiled pants all over his thighs.

his cheeks puffed out, his swollen rouge lips glistened with remnants of you and his spit, his glasses askew on his face. it was truly an image you could paint to keep, to cherish.

and when his arms would buckle beneath his weight, would he look up at you and say “thank you.”

the word i’m sure you’re all aware was silent is screaming at me rn. and imagining him saying it in his little non-british british accent? release me.

i do not permit my work to be translated or reposted in any way, thank you.

© 2024 diddybok

[diddybok]

seeing the boys up close and personal next year…don’t ask me how i did it because it was an accident

[jinhyun]

↬“would you still love me if i was a raw chicken?”

pairing: hwang hyunjin x reader

genre: humor and fluff i think lol, established relationship, slice of life

a/n: helloo, here’s just a quick little scenario based on skz code 59 and a very normal convo i bad with my dear 🦭 anon who i happen to share the same braincell with. i hope you guys enjoy! if you do i would love to read your thoughts on it<3