#i rly want to cry. and i can feel my eyes warm up & i feel the knot in my chest but like. nothing's happening.?

[hoseoksluna]

STRAWBERRIES | jjk ft. jhs

pairing: ex-boyfriend!jungkook x oc (feat. soon-to-be-boyfriend!hobi & spectacled boy)

genre: angst, fluff

word count: 7.8k

summary: when your ex-boyfriend's fury burns you whole, you just might need to let hobi in to pour water over you and save you.

playlist: strawberries

pinterest board: j. / taglist: join

warnings: jungkook is nasty and mean and rly needs a trigger warning, oc is lost in her negative emotions and goes through a lot, sadness, crying, shame, longing for death, minor physical violence, oc and hobi take puffs of a shared vape <3, mental and emotional suffering, fighting, belittling, mentions of sex

note: this was an absolute pain to write as i'm not used to writing this genre of jungkook and i hope it's the last time i did skfskfsk, nah i'm just over exaggerating. i'm so happy i got this done in time. two updates in one week! wow. how did i do that? i hope you like this part. prepare yourselves for this jungkook and i'm sorry in advance..... that's all im gonna say. pls, validate me! asks, comments, anything. pretty please! i love you, my babies. big mwah.

You can still sense the ghost of his touch on your shoulder blades as you’re laying halfway on your tummy upon the crumpled bedding of your mattress. Your phone lights up and shuts off like the flickering of stars and all you can do is watch the wane and the rebirth, numbly, with the knowledge that death will never come, not when you’re still a living, breathing person because Jungkook is not the type of individual who gives up. Not easily, that is. 

Hobi left but an hour ago while you slept. Kissed you goodbye. Murmured onto your forehead that he would see you again and you merely nodded amidst the magnetic pulling of your dreamland. Couldn’t peel your eyes open due to the heaviness of your tiredness, which didn’t steal, in all peculiar truthfulness, all of your attention, however. You carried on your shoulders a question way heftier. A question of how your body is still able to submit to slumber, when your blood curdles beneath your skin, when it’s so icy that you’re shivering on top of the duvet. 

And the question didn’t leave when you woke up to your empty bedroom. It thumped, vigorously, against the nape of your neck. The very place Hoseok clutched when he poured his affection and admiration all over your body. 

You wish he hadn’t left. You believe he would’ve possessed your burden, pretending it was his all along. Believe he wouldn’t need to know the alpha and the omega of it. Would pout his lips the way you’ve learned he often does, take the pain from you as if it were a backpack filled with stones. And it does feel like that, your mistake. Your torso is swathed with a double rope, whose end is tied with a stone that you’re cradling in your hands. 

A few hours ago, you cradled Hobi’s face in your hands while he kneeled for you, and now you’re anticipating the death that will never come as your stomach hurts. 

But the memory of his touch is soothing. While your imaginary wings are flaccid and lackluster on the bed, his invisible hands are the force that pumps blood, feebly, into its membrane. Still warm, though a little less firm. It’s as if he were here in the flesh. 

Your body is asking for him, emotionally, however your mind is forbidding you from conveying your need for him to him. Logic is whispering to you that he’s spent the entire day with you, canceled his work meeting because of you. You couldn’t possibly ask for more of his time, for more of him when he had already given you more than enough. 

And besides, you can’t let your attachment reach this unhealthy depth. It triggers you, reminds you of the very thing that spliced your heart open almost a month ago. You don’t want to wander there, nor do you want to be pulled there if you were to ever let go of the reins. You can’t afford Jungkook’s life to entwine around your world again. Not when Hobi diligently dug a grave for it, threw its flesh down and covered it back with the soil, his straining muscles the very force that made you forget about… everything. 

You can’t do that to yourself. And most importantly, you can’t do that to Hobi. 

It’s the latter that propels you to fight. That gives you strength to raise the top half of your body onto your hands. You don’t give a fuck about yourself—you know full well that your life is cursed. Nothing good has ever come out of the events that creeped in until Hobi came along. And you don’t wish to break him out of a selfish intent. You don’t wish to break him because of him. He’s a pure angel, a saint with an honorable heart, a God that has his eye on you. You wouldn’t take it well, if the bane of the ambrosia of your life were ever to touch his lips. 

He’s here, and that’s stable. He’s here, and that’s the reason why you need to protect him. From yourself, from the poison, from the rotten apple of your ex-boyfriend current persistence in entering your space all over again. 

You don’t want to eat that spoiled fruit anymore, and so you simply won’t. 

This decision has shifted the atmosphere because your phone is no longer going off. You sigh a breath of relief, running your fingers through your hair, and you get up, a Virgin Mary that has become a warrior for her God, and you begin to dress yourself. 

You need some fresh air. 

Clothing yourself in a matching outfit—a  light wash baggy jeans, a cropped white tank and a denim jacket with your Nike’s, you grab your phone and keys and drift out into the night. 

Your hair has dried while you slumbered and it ripples in the gentle wind of autumn. The street is lit in a darkly yellow tone, also dried from the morning’s downpour and you stop in the middle of the road, where Hobi drove past while you teased him. You breathe in the freshness of the air in effort to inhale your God, in effort to bring him into your system and your chin quivers with weakened emotions, with a weakened wish that he was here with you, holding your hand, giving you the last bit of strength you need. You know his warmth would smooth out your blood, boil it to a temperature that would cook up your joy and bring it to your heart on a silver platter. Bring it to your mind and calm the hurricane within, feed it so it doesn’t wail anymore. 

And with another sigh, you will yourself to stop. Will yourself to stop needing. You will stumble and you will fall if you keep going down that road that has never shone brighter, that looks nothing like the one you’re standing in the middle of. And as inviting as it is, you close your eyes to get rid of the blessing reaching out for you—only to discover that it’s waiting for you there, too. A circle of light, of fire amidst a cloud of pure, pitch-black darkness. 

You want to scream, and much to your neighbors’ dismay—you do. 

It’s a singular, loud stream of your frustration, swaddled with the pulsating energy of your affection. And then your shoulders tremble. And it’s your tears that are louder than that murmuring watercourse in their very silence. 

You head to the convenience store down the street with your teardrops dotting the ground as if it were the rain. You don’t want your neighbors to detect it was you, who caused the disturbance, and tell your parents. You have enough fire in your orchard, you don’t need another filling of oil. 

You ask the very drowsy guy behind the counter for a strawberry ice vape. His round eyes, behind thick rimmed glasses that make them look even bigger, are barely kept open as he reaches for it with a flabby hand. Your eye catches the glint of a myriad of plan B’s right next to the shelf scattered with packs of lung burners and your heart constricts, a rivulet of emotion cascading down your cheek, caused by the fond recollection of Hobi’s intimate desire and you break—terribly, terribly break. Fruit trees crack in you, collapse to the ground with a horrendous thud and the berry bushes… they wither until they’re mere wisps of blackness. A picture of devastation. 

The boy blinks twice when he turns around, regarding you, and he asks for your ID, only to startle when you glare at him. He tells you the price and you pay with your phone, thanking him and saying your curt goodbye. 

One he doesn’t reciprocate. 

You probably gave him the fright due to the tears marring your pallid cheeks. You hope he isn’t there the next time you’re in the mood to douse your lungs with chemicals. 

Your hands are shaking as you’re tearing up the unnecessarily sturdy packaging. And your tears resume in their outpour when your manicured nails make your life harder than it already is. The tape folded over the top of the rectangular box is too thick and you hurt your nail beds when you claw at it. You have to use your teeth and the fucking thing finally gives in. 

You furiously throw it out in the bin. 

Feel an incoming calmness when you take a deep puff. And you do it over and over again until your cursed world spins, the plump swirls of smoke mingling with the night, never fully connecting. Not like you and Hobi. 

And your world tilts on its axis once your phone lights up in your hand and there’s no picture to be found on the screen. 

Your heart hammers, threatening to fling out of your throat. 

Hobi is calling you. 

And the thing is, you don’t really believe it. 

Your vision swims as another onrush of dense tears blurs the letters of his name. You stare down at your phone, dumbly, sobbing and not caring at all that the spectacled boy can hear you. 

You don’t know who does it—who swipes your finger across the screen and allows you to hear Hobi say the pet name that stole your soul. Who anoints your tears with strawberry-scented mollification while you fail to comprehend that the person you willed yourself not to need in order to not hurt him the way you were hurt somehow heard your cries and answered them like the God he is. 

Because it couldn’t have been you. Not when you’ve become a lifeless sculpture in the middle of a yellowly-lit street. A modern, urban art—awakening ugliness in anyone’s first impression. 

Not a sculpture of the angel you saw at the museum, the one Hobi took your picture with, though. 

You're a sculpture of a road kill. A wounded, small animal, laying on its side with its guts out. And Hobi places them, with gentleness you’ve never felt before, back inside, stitches your belly closed and picks you up, carrying you in his arms. All because he repeats the pet name—with a slither of panic this time.

He acknowledged that something is wrong, validated it. 

And somehow, it snaps you out of your vapor of numb sadness and shame permeates your body, cold sweat coats it—something beyond it, too. Something that makes you shiver so hard that your teeth begin to chatter, preventing you from speaking, your tongue twisted, lifeless. 

A reality check. 

You sent a filthy video of yourself getting rocked from behind to your ex-boyfriend, in which you screamed that your most intimate parts belong to another man. 

You’re not Virgin Mary. You’re Mary Magdalene. 

You don’t hear your pitiful crying fits, but Hobi does—and it is through his inhale of a trembling breath and his words that you perceive that you’re baring your ugliness to him. 

“Pup, what’s wrong? What happened? Why are you crying?” 

You squeeze your vape in your small fist, sensing those words doing something in you—something that untwists your tongue and lets you breathe like him, though in painful, quick staccatos. Your frail legs hurt, not able to withstand your tremor, and they give out. You fall onto your bum, the impact and the gravel shooting a spark of pain up your spine and you whimper, your tears soaking your neckline. 

“Hobi,” you call out, the last vowel breaking, teeth chattering, cacophonously. “I made a mistake. A terrible mi-mistake.”

He coos, sorrowfully, his loud breath still trembling—a strong rope nonetheless that you want to hold onto. That cord wouldn’t lead you to your death, wouldn’t scrape your hands with its harsh texture, wouldn’t be wrapped around a stone on the other end. 

“Breathe for me, baby,” he says and guides you to do it. You inhale the night air with him, feeling like there isn’t enough of it to appease your lungs, and you exhale. 

Somehow it halts the river of your cries and you do it again. Hobi lets you, patiently waiting on the other side, encouraging you and praising you. This time, it doesn’t sprinkle you with the sultriness of sin. No, you sense it cleansing you, giving you the kind of newness you stumbled across in his car this very morning. Your palm, the one that clutches your vape, opens and it rolls onto the ground. You grab it and when you wrap your fingers around it, you perceive that you do the motion around that newness. And your heart, your submission—they’re not letting up. Not again. Not when it’s him. 

“That’s it,” Hobi praises, a hint of calmness in his tone. “Can you try and tell me what happened?” 

You nod your head, even though he can’t see you, the newness gracing you with strength that spreads feeling into your legs and you stretch them out. Blood pumps in them and you can sense the direction it’s traveling to. You tighten your grip, open your mouth to talk. 

“I sent the video to the wrong person,” you utter, and along with your grip, your lungs tighten as well. No sobs escape you, no tears. Only gravely stillness, nothingness while your shame stands behind you, menacingly, a demon set out on destroying you, the curse upon your life a bracelet around its wrist, a knife in his hand, to which it’s attached. 

Hobi doesn’t say anything for a moment and you can sense his shock, its cold tendrils the ice that courses down your legs. An agony forms in your heart, stretches out an arm of regret and strikes against your ribcage, pangs of guilt and self-disgust seizing your body. 

“I’m so sorry, Hobi, I thought I sent it to you,” you continue, your voice splitting, though no external expression of it is evident on your countenance. It’s as if you were telling him the most ordinary of a thing. You rub your eyes with the back of your hand, taking a puff of your vape. It is only now that you can taste its strawberry savoriness and it suffuses your lungs with a mockingly sweet, feigned fume. 

Hobi hears you exhale and you hear him swallow, dryly. An exchange, most redolent of the one you’ve done many times earlier. 

“What are you smoking?” he asks, and it catches you off guard. You didn’t expect him to yell at you, nor did you expect him to scold you. Truth be told, your fragile state of mind didn’t let you expect anything of him, any sort of outcome. Yet this question still surprises you. It flattens lukewarmness upon your skin and you feel like nuzzling your face into it, needing more of it. 

You take a deep breath. “I bought a strawberry vape. Scared the guy in the store with what I looked like.” 

Hobi laughs through his nose, barely. That’s the real sweetness you know. The original one, from God himself. “I’m sure he thought you were beautiful. Should I beat him up?” 

The same sound leaves you and lightness descends upon you. You welcome it in, without a fight, and the sigh you let out is of a serene kind, at last. “Not at all and besides, I almost did it myself. He asked for my ID.” 

Hobi coos, the endearment prolonging—wafting through your ear down your throat until it clings to your heart. You snivel, your inkling to nuzzle into the apparition of him lining your body growing bigger until you submit to it. You graze your cheek upon your arm, propping both of them onto your lifted knees. Feel his caress, but faintly. It should be enough, but it isn't. Could never be. 

You open your mouth again to tell him to come get you, despite the fight rising in you, but Hobi speaks first. 

“I don’t blame him that he did. You’re just my little pup. But my adult, little pup. I’ll talk to him.” You hear a shuffling in the background and your breath hitches in your throat, your heart joining it, ascending. “Where are you? I’m getting in my car.” 

Your mind, where the war is coming from, wins. That quickly. Reminds you that if you face him and tell him what you’ve done, you’ll ruin everything. Ruin the connection, ruin the affection he carries for you. 

You’re hasty as you scramble your words, but as your heart descends back into your ribcage, it throws you a lifeline. It all happens in an instant and distaste pools on your tongue from the rapidness of it all. You never liked it, and you never will. 

The lifeline of your new life, created by Hobi, changes your words, but leaves the intention untouched. 

“Can I tell you who I sent it to?” you ask, taking a puff to relax the electricity of your nerves. The strawberry flavor only heightens it, though. Out it must go, then. So you can forget about it the moment you see his face. 

The shuffling halts. “You can tell me in person,” Hobi says, lightly, but you shake your head. You know he means well. Know that he wants to reassure you with touch, but it’s a risk you can’t afford. Not when the wrong kind of neediness is at stake.

“I don’t want to talk about it when I see you,” you push, pursing your lips, finding them in a serious need of a chapstick. You begin to nibble on the flecks of skin that stick out. “I want to focus on you. I want to forget.” 

No ounce of a lie in your words, though your intention still remains hidden. Rightfully so—him leaving you because of the storm of your mental state and issues is another risk you don’t want to have staining your hands with blood. 

You hear him sit down. Hear him play with his keys—and the clanging sound is oddly comforting. “All right. Tell me, then.” 

“I sent it to someone from my past,” you start with great difficulty, pause afterwards because a light pours in from behind. The squeak of breaks, the impatient buzzing of a running car. Your mouth dries, your torso turns around. A silhouette exits the vehicle and as the person emerges from the darkness and steps into the bright lights that it’s emitting, the name that slips past your lips is more of an acknowledgement of his presence than a disclosure of information. “Jungkook.” 

Jungkook stops right behind you like the demon of your shame did, with his hands in his pocket. You don’t feel warmth radiating off of him. You feel coldness, a wintry coldness so akin to the one that troubled your body before Hobi called. He zeroes his gaze down on you, piercing your irises with a fury that causes the fine hair on the nape of your neck to rise, painfully. The muscles of his forearms are clenched, oscillating as he drums his fingers on his thighs in the cocoons of his pockets. Your breath trembles, terror prickling you profoundly until it cuts your skin open and you whimper—you whimper with a sob.

“Who’s Jungkook?” Hobi asks, softly, and you close your eyes to incarcerate your tears, curling your lips under your teeth, terribly fearful that Jungkook can hear him. 

Cursed, your life is.

He shows no sign that he does—merely burns with that fury, patiently waiting for you to end the call. Your heart stills, ache replacing it, and you think it’s been wounded so much that it can barely work anymore. 

More than ever, you feel like that Mary Magdalene, face to face with the devil that tempts her to return to her vomit like a dog. 

Hobi calls your name, panics, and it’s another lifeline—this time thrown over your torso by his own hands. You have to fight, you have to stand up to this hell and walk the fuck away from it. 

“Baby, I gotta go. Please, hurry. Please,” you pule, stressing the last pretty word to divulge to him how grave the situation is that you’re in. Hobi lets out a breath, lowly and shortly, and it’s such a relief that he understood your vague message, that you can hear him scurrying to his feet and that comforting sound of his keys clanging. 

“I’ll be there in a few, pup. Tell me where you are. Are you safe? Do you have your keys?” Hobi spews, massaging your heart with his care and there’s no ceaselessness to your tears. 

“Down the road, like less than a minute away from my apartment. And I don’t know. And yeah, they’re in my pocket.” 

A bang of his door closing. Jungkook begins to tap his foot. You scowl at him, despite your fear. He doesn’t stop. You withdraw your gaze.

Hobi’s breath quickens. “Pull them out and use them when you need to, okay? Have them ready in your hand.” You nod, doing exactly as he says, without a thought spared. “Walk to your apartment building, I’ll meet you there. You got your keys in your hand?”

“Yeah.” 

“Okay, pup, I’ll be there soon. Do you want to stay on the phone with me?” 

You do, but you can’t. 

“I’ll go to my apartment now, Hobi. Thank you.” 

You don’t allow yourself to hear what he says next. Pulling the phone away from your ear, you hang up with a heavy heart. Your sudden, miserable aloneness enfolds around you, rigidly. But not as rigidly as Jungkook’s cold hand around your arm. 

The heaviness in your heart grows as its drum speeds up. 

“Get up,” Jungkook grunts, hauling you up onto your feet, awkwardly, causing you to drop your vape onto the gravel with the strength and hastiness he uses to do it with.

You stumble before you catch your balance and Jungkook doesn’t let go of his deathly grip on you until you do. Then, before your blurring sight, he bends at the waist and picks up your lung burner, skimming his eyes over it. Hands it to you with a scoff, his touch icy cold as he grabs your wrist and places it onto your palm. You sob, with ugliness that scars you, with such intensity that Jungkook’s narrowed eyes round and you pull your gaze away. You don’t want to see it. Tug your arm away from him, rubbing your wrist to get rid of the ghost of his fingers there, disgust flooding your bloodstream underneath. 

And even though he seemingly softened at your tears, it’s gone as quickly as it arrived. It didn’t touch his fury, not at all. 

“Baby, huh?” he seethes with gritted teeth, letting go of you so harshly that you almost stumble again. “Your pussy is his, huh?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, rivulets of tears rolling down your cheeks, pain compressing your entire body. It’s at this moment that you will death to take you somewhere far, far away from him, because you’re too frozen on the spot to run away. 

“You’re covered in hickeys and you’re smoking that shit again. Was it really that good? Did he fuck you so good that you had to send it to me in spite? Did he fuck you better than I ever did?” 

Your sobs gain that same agony that prevents your lungs from inhaling. And when you open your eyes, all you can look at is your shadow and his, yours blackened so much that it digs a hole in the gravel, his furling with flames. 

And along with death, you will a little strength into your anguish. 

And most unbelievably, it slinks in, and your following words come as much of a surprise to you as to him. 

“Stop.”

His shadow stills, his tremor following suit. 

“You have no business talking to me this way,” you continue, your throat constringing, and you take a big puff of your vape—to spite him rightfully this time. It loosens the tightness and you open your mouth, not finished with your outpour. 

But Jungkook stops you. 

“I have no business? You crushed my fucking heart.” 

Your head whips and the sight of him causes your pain to rise in levels. Palms outstretched towards you, his posture slouches and the breaths he lets out are wretched, the sound of a tumultuous sea at night. One would think he’s the one being inflicted great emotional violence on, not the other way around. 

Jungkook raises a finger to his heart, licking his lips before he flattens them, as if the utterance of something so private, so fervent took all of his strength. He pants and you know it’s due to the fact that he can’t catch up to the thoughts rushing in his brain. And you wish you didn’t. You wish you didn’t know him so intimately. 

“This fucking heart has never stopped being yours,” he confesses and cringes at his choice of words, triggered. Your stream of anguish is silent as you take them in. “And you crushed it. Ruined it.”

There was a time, one that used to be nearly endless during those weeks in August you spent at the beach, healing from the breakup, when you longed to hear that confession. Prayed for it. Sough it when you grazed your fingertips along the sand. And now that it’s here—now that you’re tasting something so great, greater than your entire being, something so burnt as he voiced out your tendency to cause ruination—you wish you never heard it. Wish you never had the ears that carried that message to you. 

And there’s nothing you can do. Not as darkness swallows you, confiscating any bit of strength you had left. Your eyes sting from their downpour, face features droop. Your pain is an enormous stone and you can’t carry it. You can only chase away the heft. And you do—you take a puff of your vape. 

One that he rips from your mouth and throws it out in the bin, preventing you from doing so. You don’t yelp, you don’t claw at his arm—you merely watch him rid you of your only salvation for the night, watch him exert his power over you all over again, bursting your indignation into flames. 

“What the fuck is your problem?” you ask, your voice deathly, uncannily placid, carrying no tendril of the offense and anger you feel. Adrenaline courses through you, asking to be let out. 

And you just might. 

Jungkook turns around and spits on the ground. “Don’t smoke that shit.” 

It’s not hurt, what the expression of his arrogance produced. It unlocked the door, which kept your adrenaline and your darkened emotions at bay, invited them out. 

And so you lash out, using that freedom. 

You slap him. 

And he takes it. Without moving an inch. Still as a grand statue. You yearn to demolish it to smithereens, so you can never see him again, and you strike at his chest with your keys in between your fingers, pushing him. Affected from the force, it causes him to unwillingly take a step back and it feels fucking glorious until you catch stars flash in his eyes. 

“You’re hitting me because I threw out your fucking vape?” he asks, his voice coated with a dark bitterness that deepens it. His brows furrow, grimness casting a shadow over his face, hiding the glitter of the stars. “I’m laying my heart out to you. I’m here in the middle of the night because of you and this is what you care about? This fucking thing that harms you is more dear to you?” 

You push him again, fuming. Jungkook grits his teeth, takes your wrists and holds them in the air. You fight against it, but he won’t budge. Tightens his grip. And you’re a bird, locked in a cage—but you still have your voice. 

“I’m hitting you because I hate you,” you mutter, burning him with the vapor of your anger through your narrowed eyes. “I’m hitting you because I hate the way you think you’re still entitled to have a say in my life. And it doesn’t even matter whether I have a man or not. You let me go and the moment you did that, your control over my life? It went fucking bye bye.” 

You let him forbid you from smoking in the past. Needed it at the time, needed a father’s hand—and you liked it because you never had it. Never had a male care about you, about your health, about your actions. Your father never spared you a glance, never gave a fuck about you. He always had your mother handle you, blaming her for the way she raised you. 

But during those weeks you healed, being alone by the sea helped you unattach yourself from that, from needing Jungkook to tell you what’s right and what’s not. The moon doesn’t tell the sea which shells to wash up onto the shore—it does it by itself, handpicks them, makes the decision. And the more time you watched it deliver it to you and you collected them with gladness, the more you understood it. 

You’re never letting him have that power over you again. You’re your own person, carrying an armful of your right and wrong decisions—your own possessions. And so you will smoke if you want to. You will bring a man home on the first date. You will fall in love. And you will speak up. 

You twist your wrists, unrelentingly, until he lets go. You will win, not your mind, not your heart. The raw, brutal, unabashed you. 

You take a step back away from him, feel your blood rushing to the places of your body parts that he held, quick to recover them. “You don’t get to dictate my life anymore. You have no place in it. You didn’t have it then when I was by myself, and you most certainly don’t have it now.”

Jungkook takes in your words with a parted mouth, a red mark forming over his cheek, the light shunned from his eyes. The glorious feeling returns, blooming thin, translucent tissues of happiness in you. 

“Hoseok is his name, isn’t it?” he chunters, placing his hands back into the cocoons of his pockets, tilting his head to the side. 

Hearing him say his name is a taste of spoiled milk and bile springs up your throat, your guts longing to empty themselves out. You stifle it, you have to, clutching your stomach, feeling so horribly faint. Your hatred for him blossoms like that poison ivy you dealt with earlier in the morning. 

“Keep his name out of your mouth,” you spit, scowling at him, clutching your stomach harder—just like Hobi did when you brought him home. A sliver of nostalgia forces you to look behind you, in case you catch a glance of his car, but the street remains empty and sullen. 

“You can hate me as much as you want,” Jungkook mutters, his words swiveling your head back to face him, and your guts ripple. “Yell at me. Hit me. But don’t send me videos of you getting fucked. That’s not fucking right.” 

You bare your teeth, seething. “I made a mistake.” 

Jungkook nods. “Yes,” he hushes. “Yes, you did.” 

You shake your head. “No, you don’t understand.” Confusion pinches his brows, creating a wrinkle in the middle and he lets you continue. You lick your lips, your face dry from the way your tears have seeped inside. “I thought I sent it to Hobi. I was too tired, I didn’t see. I didn’t do it on purpose.” 

Jungkook scoffs, running his tongue over his bottom lip swiftly, mimicking you. “Don’t fucking lie to me, little girl.” 

You mewl, painfully, at the pet name. It’s as if he sank a dagger in the middle of your sternum. Weariness descends upon you and you rub your eyes, wishing you had your strawberry vape, your salvation, in your fist. And you find no traces of any grit, any determination to convince him that you’re being truthful to him. 

You turn around halfway. “Go home.” 

Jungkook opens his mouth, but the squeaking sound of brakes causes him to close it right away. You know it’s Hobi and the knowledge is more satisfying than the dose of chemicals Jungkook threw out. Relief washes over you, bringing along lightness and something that is kindred to joy. You don’t care that Hobi is about to see your ex-boyfriend. You don’t care about anything at all—you’re just so grateful that he’s here. And you’re willing to let go of your walls, of your war that you tend to be so submissive to. You’re willing to let yourself go and let Hobi take you, handle you, take care of you. 

You need it. As much as it pains you, you need him after this encounter with Jungkook. 

And when Hobi calls your name and you pivot on your feet to watch him walk, hurriedly, to you, your legs do give out after all. Because he’s caked in blood, a trickle of it flecked and dried on his brow, illuminated by Jungkook’s headlights. You land, awkwardly, on your bum and your wrist, wincing in pain, but it’s not his hands that lift you. 

It’s a pair of hands that you know to be cold and, despising the sting of it, you shriek, pushing him away. The motion leads you to stagger into Hobi’s arm that he opens for you, his chaste, feathery touch grounding you, giving you the sense of home, even when the look he gives Jungkook is anything but warm and friendly. 

“Hobi, what happened? Are you okay?” 

You take his shiny, sweaty face into your hand. Your eyes could fall out of their sockets due to how beautiful he is, even bloodied, alarmed and bestial. You need to know what happened. Need to clean him up. Take him home. 

But Hobi doesn’t answer you. Doesn’t look your way, only acknowledges you with his scalding touch. Stares down your ex-boyfriend with such contempt that you’re surprised the man is still standing. 

You’re so pulled in, so focused on him and his unwavering expression of detestation, which flatters you and soothes you, that you don’t notice that Jungkook is leaving. Hobi snaps his fingers at him and beckons him to come back. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” Hobi barks, his fingers lowering and hooking around the middle belt loop of your jeans. 

Jungkook returns to that space of light, the black tank top he’s wearing making it seem like he’s hollow on the inside. Perhaps he is, he did hand over his heart. Wasn’t affected by your fragile state of mind, by your tears. Wounded you to the point that you will take days to recover. Only a person of complete nothingness would be able to do that. 

“I saw you at the museum,” Hobi continues, brows wrinkled. “Who the fuck are you?” 

You should speak. You should take this elsewhere, but you can’t. Not when you feel so small, like a little girl hiding behind the leg of her father who’s dealing with the boogeyman. And you’re reminded that this has happened before. 

Only the roles were reversed. 

In the wine-tinged room this morning while you were confronting Jungkook and his companion found him. She asked the same question, though the hostility she showed you could never be compared to Hobi’s unkindness. He emanates respect while she’s a condensation of insecurity. 

“I see you’re the Daddy from the video,” Jungkook laughs, humorlessly, dipping his chin before he lifts it in a very evident effort to reach not only Hobi’s height but his supremacy as well. He will always wish to overpower—it’s in his nature. “Trust me, you’re not the only one she called Daddy. Long before you came along, it was all I heard from her—”

You blink and Jungkook’s face is in Hobi’s hand. 

You gasp. You’re a witness to Hobi protecting your dignity as he squeezes his cheeks until Jungkook moans, pathetically, in pain. And all you can think about is how long he had that coming. For throwing out your vape, for his arrogance and now for the way that he spoke about you.

You don’t feel a slither of pity for him. 

No—your joy, fully, forms. 

“If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, I won’t hesitate to unable to you talk,” Hobi says with concerning seriousness and you shiver, grazing your fingertips along your collarbones after you fold your arms over your chest, touched, flattered, loved. A line of tears threaten to pour out of your eyes, but you hold them back. You don’t want to cry anymore—you’re sick of it. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” 

Jungkook’s nostrils flare, but he doesn’t say anything. Hobi waggles him before he lets him go and you swear you caught a tinge of whiteness scattering along his knuckles. Your mouth dries. 

“Now you’re dismissed,” Hobi finishes, turning around and grabbing your hand, tugging you back home. 

Your legs follow him, but your vision doesn’t. It remains fixed on Jungkook, on his heaving chest, on his reddened cheeks, embossed with Hobi’s fingerprints and the lines of your hand. His eyes are smothered with stars, a skyful of them, ones that expand until there’s no darkness left. 

And you’re witness to regret taking shape in them. 

And something about that tells you that this isn’t the last time you see him. 

Hobi had been in a car accident on his way to rescue you. He tells you of it as you’re cleaning him up with a lukewarm, wet cloth and your arm gets stuck in the air, unable to move, as you comprehend the life-threatening danger he underwent because of you. Another driver bumped him from the back while he was slowing down at the yellow light, wanted to race on the almost empty highway. Was under the influence, Hobi found out when he stepped out of his vehicle to grapple with him. Deemed it wasn’t worth it, especially when time was pressing down on him, and with a little manipulation and an installment of fear, the silly guy agreed to pay for everything and Hobi got his number. 

You wonder at how he managed to get back inside his car and drive when he hit his head on the steering wheel. You worry that he has a concussion. Suggest to take him to a hospital, but Hobi only shakes his head, reassures you he’s fine and once you completely clean the blood off of his brow, you can see a thin but bulbous scratch right beneath the fine hair, surrounded by violets and pinks. A different bruise from the ones bestrewn over his body from your mouth. 

Your heart aches. This is all your fault, the repercussion of your neediness, the finished work of your ruination. 

You grow solemn, your features drooping again, but Hobi isn’t blind to it. Cups your chin, lifts it, fondles it with his thumb. Pouts ever so slightly. Why is it a relief that you feel bursting in your chest amidst your lingering pain is something you can’t really understand. 

But he’s God. No wonder he’s able to mount such strangeness in you and make it work. 

“Did he hurt you?” Hobi whispers, cradling your other hand on your lap. He’s sat in your armchair, with you on his thighs, in the very corner of your dark living room, lit up coolly and solely by your antique lampshade. It’s where you read your poetry, where you recite it to nobody else but you, where you recharge your battery when your world exhausts you. The fact that Hobi chose to sit here instead of your couch speaks volumes, has a great meaning that you’re too weary to decipher and romanticize, but you like it. A lot. To the point that you’re comfortable enough to answer his question, despite the fact you looked forward to Jungkook’s absence in your alone time with Hobi.

“The way he spoke about me was the same way he talked to me,” you say, your voice coated with milky sadness. Your eyes instinctively drop to his hand holding yours, to his fist wrapped around your fingers. “He didn’t believe me when I said I didn’t send it to him on purpose.” 

Brusqueness clouds his eyes, but he remains gentle with you. “You don’t have to care about what he thinks, whether he believes you or not. You don’t have to prove anything to him. Your one word is enough,” Hobi says, drifting his hand down your arm until it winds up at his other one intertwined with yours and you sob, tearlessly. It’s precisely what you needed to hear without knowing it, the final touch to the closing chapter that had so abruptly opened. You carry it into your minuscule heart, sinking it there, letting it permeate its entirety, and you nod your head. “Did he hurt you physically?” 

You lay yourself down on his chest, on his bloodstained blue shirt, on his heart that you missed and Hobi locks you in, taking his hands and wrapping them around your form. You could fall asleep like this, forget and become the happiest girl in the world. 

“Not that much.” 

His heart quickens and you regret your words. 

“What do you mean not that much?” 

You’re quick to fix your mistake, not thinking it through. 

“He was rough with me. My legs gave out on me before he came. He found me on the ground and he lifted me up. Then held my wrists when I hit him—”

“You hit him?” 

You stammer, jumbling your words, deciding on just one. “Yeah.”

“Good girl,” he whispers, squeezing your arm, and this is the death you longed for. 

Never in your life had you ever experienced praise from a man in a non-sexual context and not gotten lustfully affected by it. The purity, the newness is so healing, so consequential that you can’t help but to stroke his clothed ribs in side to side motion, in appreciation and even a faint smile of fondness curls your lips, one that Hobi can very well see from above. He caresses the trace of it while it is still there, causing your smile to blossom, and you sense the orchard in you gaining life. 

“You went through so much emotional suffering today and yet you’re still able to smile. All because I praised you. You react so beautifully to it,” Hobi comments and you blush, his thumb skipping over to it, giving it the same attention, collecting it like keepsakes. You’d wonder at it, too, if you haven’t already acknowledged yourself, intimately, with his sovereign power of erasing past events. 

And you tell him, peeling your torso off of his chest. 

“It’s your doing. You make me forget about everything when I’m with you. It’s like it never happened at all. I don’t know how you do it.” 

Hobi smiles, the corners of his glimmering eyes crinkling. “If it’s my doing, then it’s yours, too. You should know how you do it.” 

You soften into liquid and it’s your heart that quietly weeps now. “You remember the poem.” 

He nods, gliding his hand up and down your side. “How could I not? It’s all I can hear in my mind. I kept hearing it on my way home and then on my way back to you.” 

That alone takes the unfateful events of the night  off of you like a layer of clothing, dressing you in strength. You need a giant puff of your vape, just to recuperate from being drowned in the sea of your past longing for this. And you reach into the pocket of your jeans, only to be reminded of what happened to it. 

It feels like a distant memory. So much had occurred that it slipped from your mind. You frown. 

“What’s wrong?” 

You purse your lips. “I thought I still had my vape.” 

“You don’t?” 

You shake your head. “He threw it out.” 

Hobi seems as offended by the information as you were when you watched it happen. And as much as you bonded over your sexual desires, the same connection clicks over this. 

“He’s such a dick. Let’s get you a new one.” 

He pats your bum and then you’re on your feet, tugged back outside, with a smile quivering your lips. And this time you follow him with your vision, too. Your eyes sail over his strong imaginary wings, on which the pink dominates the black, and you feel your own being upheaved, slowly gaining the vigor that they lost. 

And Hobi scares the spectacled boy in the convenience store. Not with his stained shirt, but with the way he provokes embarrassment in him by asking him if he wants to see his ID as well, staying true to the words he said to you over the phone. The boy didn’t even so much as peek at you, too afraid to do so. 

It made you laugh. 

Hobi double checked with you if it were the strawberry flavor that you wanted, and you changed your mind. Picked the blackberry one because you never had it before. Could use another dose of newness. 

He opens the packaging with you, struggling at first, but then he immediately uses his teeth. You smile so hard that your cheeks hurt. 

Smile even as he places it between your lips, but you can’t take a puff, can’t drop the presence of your happiness, even when he encourages you. That is until he inhales it first—you’re so struck by the beauty of it, of him that the muscles in your face let up. The smoke twirls around the feathers of his wings, adding just the right amount of white into its art, and you yearn to fall asleep on them. 

“Can you stay over tonight?” 

“Only if you take a puff.” 

He carves it between your lips and this time, as you’re so mesmerized by him, you wrap your lips around it and suck; suck in that heady, hefty, colorful flavor that pools warmly in your throat, blowing the smoke around his neck while he kisses your forehead. Takes you back inside. Dresses you in your pajamas. Lets you smoke in bed with his wings swaddling you and your little childhood bows-adorned bunny plushie. Lets you put the vape in his mouth as he strokes your hair. 

The night birds begin to sing and into their song your phone dings. You know who it is long before you prove yourself right. 

But it’s not a text message that disturbed their music. 

Jungkook sent you a picture. 

𓂃 ౨ৎ LOVE-KISSED BABIES: @tkslovechild, @jjk7k, @parkinglot-nights, @bethvar, @Sexytholland, @yoongibaybee, @crystaleah,@fennecnco, @lil-kpopstan, @euphoricmyth

© 2024 hoseoksluna, all rights reserved.

BACK to masterlist | READ part one | READ part two

[saenari]

my girl ♱

au : this is my first fic on this acc , no smut just a lotta fluff n tldr is ellie ( roommate and gf !! ) comforts u after a long day . this has been in my notes forever its rly bad LOL . pls enjoy !

cw : fem reader x kinda masc ellie , established relationship , reader has a breakdown , reader has a hard time in college due to mental health . y/n not used . not proofread i am sorry . reader is described as having long hair . intentional lowercase !!

wc : 1k

౨ৎ being your girlfriend , ellie always wanted to make sure you were safe and doing well in school. she tried to help you in every way she could , making sure that you weren't too stressed out .

౨ৎ ellie always made sure to bring you water when you were studying , and always made sure you took breaks while doing homework .

౨ৎ she always made sure you had everything you needed . your major in college was super hard , and ellie knew it .

౨ৎ one day , you came home from class , extremely exhausted and ready to give up on writing a that huge essay you had due and just flop on your bed to sleep for three days straight .

౨ৎ when you came home , ellie saw you and immediatley put down her phone to come comfort you .

౨ৎ "whats wrong bun ?" she asked you , rubbing the small of your back . she'd seen you tired , sure , but she felt like you were definitely pushing it . you were never the type of person to do something halfway .

౨ৎ "im jus' so tired els . school is literally the worst , i have basically no free time n im so exhausted ." you defintley looked weary and you had tears in your eyes .

౨ৎ ellie placed her hand on your shoulder and guided you over to the couch , where you both sat . she rubbed your back softly before you put your hands to your face and started to softly cry .

౨ৎ ellie stayed silent , and continued to rub your back while you cried into your hands . after a few minutes , she hugged you as you cried into her chest .

౨ৎ "it'll be okay..." she said as she hugged you . she put one hand on the back of your neck while the other drew small circles on your spine .

౨ৎ ellie was the type of person to make sure you were okay way before she assessed how she felt , and right now , you were all that mattered to her . you were her entire life , and she had to make sure you were okay .

౨ৎ "why don't you take the night off ?" she said , as you sniffled and wiped your tear stained face . your eyes were puffy and pink .

౨ৎ "i guess i can take one night off ." you had resigned to the fact that even if you had tried to get your work done , you wouldn't have been able to concentrate . you always ended up getting distracted by random thoughts or texting on your phone , wasting the hours away that you should have been studying or reading .

౨ৎ ellie got up from the couch and proceeded to get you a blanket and some warm tea to help you relax . she put her tattooed arm around you while you rested your head on her shoulder.

౨ৎ ellie wanted to help you relax in the best way possible , so she turned on one of your favorite movies for the two of you . she periodically smiled at you and asked how you were throughout the night .

౨ৎ when the movie was finished , she wanted you to get some rest for the next day . "c'mon bun , you need to get some rest ." she spoke softly , and held your hand as you went into your room to get ready for bed .

౨ৎ ellie played with your long hair as you brushed your teeth and washed your face . "pretty girl ." she said as she looked at you and smiled .

౨ৎ ellie waited for you to get changed into pjs before getting into bed with you , she wanted you to feel warm and comfortable after such a long and grueling day of schoolwork .

౨ৎ ellie hugged you from behind as you drifted off to sleep , not worrying about your school struggles or any other woes you had about the next day of school . ellie was happy to see you finally at peace with the world after such a horrible week .

౨ৎ she hugged you all night long , and in the morning she was right beside you , ready to help you with whatever you needed .

౨ৎ "goodmorning bun ..." she trailed off , as she ruffled your hair and smiled at you .

♡ okayyyy thats it for this fic !! sorry this was kinda bad i just wanted 2 write some fluff n i got this idea from my best friend hehe :3 sorry for the rlly rlly long content warning i just like to specify everything clearly !!! i hope u guys enjoyed n send me IDEASSSS i will prob get around to babbling about them sumtime ♡

[crguang]

hamel is so cute and a must protect but she probably looks cute and pathetic while crying so i rly just wanna ruin her (I NEED TO GET THIS OUTTA ME) i hope you love hamel so i can be well fed <3

do i love hamel… mmmm….

perhaps. i havent even finished carnival yet but she’s been my pfp and on the main page since i got her two days after starting to play LMFAOOO her design really appealed to me shes stunning… and her voice is so soothing shes my baby fr. i got a little carried away with this…

hamel doesn’t like to be touched by anyone but chief so she’s probably super sensitive, and it wouldn’t take a lot for her to turn into putty in your hands. don’t be rough, softly brush your palms over her skin and she just melts. she seems like such a pillow princess to me; she stares up at you with stars in her eyes, lips parted, while you hover over her with a hand cupping her cheek. your warmth seeps into her and a faint flush settles on her face. foreplay is literally just you touching her— your fingertips trail down her throat to her collarbone, over her chest and across the plane of her stomach. Your hands memorize the shape of her, the feel of her cool skin as they run up her forearms to her shoulders; she becomes clay under your gentle touch and when you finally press your lips to hers, her mouth chases yours with a desperation neither of you knew she possessed. you lead her into a languid, intimate little dance and she follows every swirl of your tongue with her own. her hands take hold of you anywhere she can access: your shirt, your hair, your back, your cheeks— it’s a wonderful feeling to have her touch you this way when she’s so usually averse to it and instead of pushing you away, she only pulls you closer. she makes the cutest little sounds against your mouth, soft sighs and breathy half-moans that spur you on but never alter your pace. she deserves the most devout form of worship.

i really do think she’s a sensitive girl; your hand cupping her breast gets a quiet gasp out of her, your thumb over her perky nipple has her shifting under you, thighs squeezing together, and when you pinch it just right, she can never bite back a weak whimper. trail your free hand down her stomach, across her hips and waist, and hamel thinks she would let you do anything to her. you handle her so delicately, so gently, she just can’t help wanting to please you. her skin bruises easily so be nice when kissing her neck and collarbone, though she enjoys a few hickeys here and there (makes her feel all warm when she traces their outline the next day). your mouth on her chest really gets her needy. with your lips around her nipple, sucking it into your mouth, she gets ridiculously wet and it embarrasses her a little but she can’t dwell on it when you’re fondling her breast and suckling her sensitive bud like this, slender fingers curl around your nape in a tight grip and quiet moans slip out of her with every flick of your tongue. she’s one of those girls who don’t say much— can’t, too overwhelmed by the pleasure— and who whimper a lot. it’s very breathy, like she can never catch her breath, and her voice gets a touch higher the more worked up she gets. she shifts quite often, mostly rubs her legs together and arches further into you. once you give her breasts some reprieve and move to kiss down her belly, it gets worse. she just can’t keep still :( it’s not on purpose, our girl’s just overwhelmed by the sensations and the growing need between her legs. dig your hands into her supple thighs and keep them spread for you, she’ll bite her lip as a blush paints her cheeks because it’s only then that she realizes how squirmy she is. her panties are always drenched when you finally get to them, arousal clings thickly to the thin material and the sight makes your mouth water.

hamel’s favourite thing would be receiving oral (i just wanna eat her out) and her clitoral orgasms get so intense, tears prick at the corner of her closed eyes after each one. you lick broad stripes up her puffy slit and she has to grip your hair or the sheets to stop herself from bucking into your mouth. her thighs flex and twitch in your hold. she has such a pretty pussy, all puffy and pink, glistening in the light with the tip of her clit peeking out— how can you not lick her silly? your hands are busy keeping her thighs apart but that’s okay, your mouth is more than enough to have her carelessly balancing on the edge. just give her aching clit some special attention, swirl your tongue around it, tease its sensitive tip with little flicks and gently suck it into your mouth and she’s a goner. those adorable sounds escape her, “mmnh…” and “hah…”, she’s just such a cutie. her hips desperately follow the pace you set and her eyes are squeezed shut, brows twisting in pleasure. her mind can’t wander, not with your tongue between her warm folds, she’s grounded to reality by the feeling of your mouth on her needy cunt, and it doesn’t take her long to gush on your tongue. her orgasm builds stronger with each stroke up her wet slit, each suck on her twitching clit, and she can never hold it back from crashing over her in intense little waves. she shivers all over, a silent gasp keeps her lips parted, and you’re rewarded with her tangy cum in your mouth. even if you were to tell her not to come, to wait or ask for permission, she couldn’t. it’s just so good, so consuming, don’t be mad at her for coming early, okay? she’ll take the consequences like a good girl but she just can’t keep it in. </3 and with the sight of her body shuddering with the aftershocks of her orgasm, tears rolling down her flushed cheeks from the intensity of the pleasure you’re giving her, can you really be upset with her?

[vampsickle]

i missed you. ☆ ( anime ) dante

☆ tags - literally 0 plot, it’s semi - soft?, pretend this is like christmas themed lol. afab!reader but i don’t use fem pronouns, dante is MESSY. cunnilingus, oral.

☆ wc - 961

☆ a/n - i’m so SLOW atm im sorry yall! this was fun 2 write, but tbh i don’t rly like it lol😭 ik i can do better so next time it’ll be better i promise!

☆ synopsis - the holidays are stressful, but now that you’re back home with Dante, he shows you just how much he missed you.

It’d been so stressful these past few weeks, you’d been visiting family, and using up your entire paycheck to buy gifts. At that time you hadn’t even spoken to Dante, who was busy with other things.. You truly did miss him. Of course, seeing family was nice, but all you wanted was for him to hold you again. In just a day, you’d get to go back, and run into his warm embrace.

Later into the evening, you’ve said your goodbyes, and hurried back to Devil May Cry. You nearly slipped on snow and ice while rushing to the door, quickly composing yourself, and slowly pushing it open. It was warm. Really warm. But your stomach is doing flips when your eyes meet that familiar figure. Dante. He’s leaning back on that ancient chair of his, not wearing his usual crimson coat, instead he’s only in that black turtleneck that hugs his chest quite nicely. 

His silky white hair has fallen over his closed eyes, chest slowly rising and falling, legs firmly planted on his desk. You smile to yourself, quietly shutting the door, and approaching him. But Dante’s been awake this whole time, of course. Just waiting for you to get closer. You’re leaning over him, he looks so peaceful that you’d feel bad ‘waking’ him up. His eyes flutter open, white eyelashes look like snowflakes, and he slowly caresses your cheek with a gloved hand.

“Sorry— Did I.. Wake you up?”

“No. I’ve been awake the whole time, actually.”

He says it so casually that it makes you blink a few times, before snorting softly and pushing yourself away from him. But Dante’s already behind you, wrapping his large arms around you, sighing into the back of your head. Your body instinctively relaxes in his touch, exhaling quietly, as Dante inhales your scent. 

“I missed you.”

“I missed you, too.”

“Really? How much did you miss me?”

Dante pulls back, very slowly, that it makes you shiver. You’ve noticed that over these past few years he’s grown a bit more serious, nothing like his fun-loving, jokester self he was. But you didn’t mind. Truly, he’s still finding himself— his place in the world. Your thoughts are interrupted as Dante flops down onto the couch, swinging his legs up onto it, making himself comfy. 

“Come sit on my face and I’ll show you how much I missed you.”

He’s grinning, meeting your eyes with an intense gaze, the tent in his pants very apparent. You blush, shying away from his stare, but you’re already walking towards him. With all the stress and pressure you went through, you had barely thought about sex or your own pleasure, just on how to make the others around you happy. But when you’re with Dante, you feel happy, he makes you feel so good— not just physically, of course. The both of you complete each other. He could never say that- he doesn’t know how to. He shows you through his actions, and he always means it.

You shimmy out of your jeans, quickly tugging your shirt over your head, giving Dante something to watch. And he is watching. So intently, his nails digging into the couch cushion so hard that it may rip. God— This is what he had been waiting for. Weeks without you felt like an eternity to him.

“Hurry,” Dante mutters, his eyebrow twitching, lips quivering with need. You understand, quietly humming, as you step out of your underwear. You hear the way his breath shakes.

Now you’re moving on top of him, feeling suddenly shy, hovering over his face. He tuts, gripping your thighs, squeezing the fat of them, and pulling you down onto his face. He wants you to suffocate him. Dying with his face between your legs, well, that wouldn’t be so bad.

You try to adjust yourself but his bruising grip makes that difficult, and a soft yelp escapes you when that familiar muscle rubs against your folds. He’s so eager, lapping away at your heat, drinking your juices. Dante moans against you, the vibrations making you shudder, and you grip his snow white hair, pulling hard. He grunts at the feeling, his thighs squeezing together, attempting to soothe his erection. 

He’s always been so messy, and that’s fine— you want him to make a mess of you. Even when drool and your arousal coat his chin, Dante doesn’t care. His tongue plunges inside of you, as far in as it can go, as he continues to suck and lick.

“Dante—! Fuck! I’m-“

He tries to say something in response but his words come out muffled, and your thighs are squeezing around his head, meanwhile his head is spinning. It’s all you, you, you. Even when he’s the one eating you out, he’s so close to cumming as well, your taste overwhelming him. Jerking off while thinking of you isn’t enough. It never is. Toys aren’t enough. Nothing is. 

You’re crying out his name, and he won’t let up, not until you’re satisfied. That feeling of euphoria washes over you and you’re practically sobbing now, cumming all over his face. Dante laps up all of your cum, cleaning you with his tongue, and you whimper weakly in response to his actions.

Finally, once you’ve tried to push him away enough times, he lets you go. Your legs feel like jelly, but you’re able to get off of him, and he gasps quietly. 

“That good enough for you?”

Even though your legs are trembling so bad you feel like a new born calf, you still find the strength to rub his clothed erection, which makes Dante groan and mutter a string of curses under his breath.

“Definitely.. Now can I show you how much I missed you?”

[s3xdollboy]

So.

I really really really love my boyfriend.

He's amazing.

But I've got issues.

Emotions are scary and I feel like im going to throw up.

I get so nervous and and emotional abt how I feel towards him.

He's amazing and argh my eyes hurt from crying.

Like- I love him too much.

I'd do anything for him but I also freeze up and practically shut down unable to do anything when I speak with him.

My stomach feels all warm and fluttery when I talk to him.

He's so sweet.

And he's such a jerk in the way that makes me melt cus I've got issues and I love that.

I'm so obsessed with him.

Like overwhelmingly obsessed. Yk?

Somedays I just feel this overwhelming need to be with him, to hold him, to be filled with him in ways that just aren't physically possible.

Like- I'd genuinely cannibalise him to be closer to him, to have part of him in me in the most intimate way I can imagine.

I need him in such a ferally intimate way.

I'd kill for him and I'd keep myself alive for him and yet I'd gladly take his life to keep him for myself♡

Not in the "I'm so quirky and yandere uwu" kinda way.

Like I genuinely spiral and question myself and my sanity over this.

But if I got the permission to take a slice of him and actually eat it I gladly would without hesitation.

Like I'd worry about hurting him and want him safe and not in pain but... at the same time?

I really want to hear him whimper for me as I hurt him?

Like- in a loving way.

You know?

I'd never hurt him without his permission unless it was accidental ofc.

I'd absolutely despise myself if I ever genuinely hurt him.

I want to keep him forever.

I wouldn't keep him against his will.. atleast I don't think I would for now.

But honestly- if I was just slightly more unstable I probably wouldn't care if he wants to be with me or not as long as i have him.

He's my everything.

I know it's not healthy to base your entire life around one person.

I've made that mistake before... but I cant help it.

He's too perfect.

I love him so incredibly much and it scares me.

I'm both scared my feelings will get hurt and scared I'll end up hurting him.

But im so happy I have him in my life♡

Idk.

I'm emotional and running on zero sleep and a lot of caffeine so im rambling.

I rly love my bf lolz

[wetpapert0wel]

lil vent </3

[ddejavvu]

can we get facefucking with hotch? i feel like he’d be hesitant about hurting you at first, then he’d unconsciously get rly into it…

this ask shorted something out in my brain i'm drooling..

this post is 18+, minors dni.

This time, being on your knees before Aaron feels different. There's excitement in the air, palpable in the goosebumps that pebble over your skin and leave you breathless before you've even gotten started.

"Remember," Aaron starts, one of his large hands cupping your cheek tenderly, "If at any point it starts hurting, or I get too rough, just tell me, and we can stop. Okay?"

"Okay!" You nod eagerly up at him, eyes shining with exhilaration.

"Okay." He repeats, pulling the hem of his boxers carefully down. You thank your lengthy foreplay session for how rock-hard he is, and if you weren't already wet from that, the sight of his cock has you dripping.

The tip is flushed and smeared with precum that had soaked into the front of his boxers, and before you can stop yourself you crane your neck forward to take the head into your mouth. He lets out a soft gasp at your sudden movement, the muscles in his stomach contracting as you eagerly kitten lick over the head of his dick.

"Easy," He chides you, "Back up, baby. I don't wanna choke you."

"Why not?" You let him push you gently off of his cock, staring up at him with pleading eyes, "That's what this is about, y'know."

"I don't want to hurt you," He reminds you, ever-concerned for your wellbeing.

"Aaron please," You nearly cry, unshed, desperate tears brimming in your eyes, "Jus' want you t'fuck me. My- my mouth, I-"

"Okay," He soothes, cupping your cheek once more to brush away a tear from under your eye, "Okay, here we go. Remember, we can stop anytime."

"I know!" You insist, already holding your mouth open so that your words come out wide and hollow, "I know, please, Aaron, plea-"

He shuts you up with his cock.

He starts off slow, gentle, steady bucks of his hips driving his cock into your ready-and-waiting mouth. It slides easily against your tongue and you fit your lips around it, suckling on the tip whenever he hesitates to push back in. He monitors your expressions, keeps his eye on your body language, and regulates himself so that he doesn't choke you.

And then you choke yourself.

You tire of his caution. The next time he thrusts into your mouth you meet him halfway, lurching forward to send his cock jamming into the back of your throat. You're instantly gagging, tears blurring your eyes as a horrid cough constricts your throat. And it feels fantastic, the feeling of your throat tightening around him as you splutter and choke on his cock.

He loses control.

"Fuck," He rasps, his hand coming immediately to rest on the back of your head. He thrusts harder this time, hitting your throat with ease and surely tearing the sensitive flesh up, "Shit, baby, I- Jesus."

His voice is low, deep and raspy like it is whenever he's about to cum. You milk him for all you can get, eagerly leaning forward so that he learns to push your head towards him, using your neck as a grip while he forces you onto his cock. Tears stream down your face and land on the floor, but he's too entranced in how blissful your mouth feels to care about brushing them away. They're pretty on your cheeks, he likes them.

"Aaron," You whine, your voice muffled around his dick. It sends vibrations rushing through him and he groans, "Aaron, y'feel so good."

He himself nearly chokes at your messy babbles, watching as drool slips past the seam of your lips. It coats your chin easily, and he screws his eyes shut.

"Gag." Is all he says, the command harsh and demanding, "Gag, Y/N."

You're quick to obey, letting your throat constrict tightly around his cock as he slams it up into your mouth. You nearly choke on his cum.

It's gushing out of him, warm and sticky and plentiful, and he fucks it into your mouth while he rides out his orgasm. It's coating your tongue, it's dripping down your throat, it's spilling out past your lips and staining them. He pulls out of your mouth when he's finished cumming with a soft pop, your lips having tightened to suckle on the head of his cock before it wasn't there anymore.

"Shit," He declares, chest heaving as he pants, "Y/N, that was- are you okay?"

"I'm good," You settle back onto your thighs as you catch your own breath, your throat stinging as cum paints your lips, "Aaron, that was really good."

"I thought so too," He admits, "It didn't hurt?"

"It did," You contradict him, "It hurt so good."

"Right," He breathes, slumping over onto the chair behind him. He spreads out, his back against the chair while his thighs pillow his half-stiff cock, "Jesus, Y/N, I'm gonna pass out."

"Does that mean you're too tired for round two?" You shuffle over to where he's sitting, still on your knees as the carpet scratches against your skin. He nods, his eyes closed already in bliss-fueled exhaustion.

"What if I lead?" You query, standing using his knees for support and straddling him eagerly, his cock mere inches away from your drooling cunt.

"You wanna ride me?" Aaron peers up at you from where he lays beneath you, your sweet smile spread far over your cheeks.

"Mhm!" You lean down to peck his lips, your own still sticky with his release, "I wanna cum too, Aaron."

"Okay," He agrees easily as you bring up your own pleasure, and his hands fly to your hips to help you get situated, "There y'go, baby, good girl."

The praise makes you preen, and you lean down to kiss at his face, "'Love you, Aaron."

"Love you too, sweetheart." He murmurs, his tired eyes twinkling with adoration, "'So good at taking my cock."

[animehideout]

Hello! It's me again! Wanted to request if you could do Tokyo Revengers Boys on how they would take care of their sick s/o. I unfortunately am sick today and I can use some fluff ಥ‿ಥ Thank you! And keep up the good work! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

Tokyo Revengers Boys: Taking care of their sick s/o

A/n : aww cutie get well soon!!! Pls take care of yourself and stay hydrated. Here's my love 💗💗💗💗💗.

Characters> Mikey, Draken, Mitsuya, Baji, Chifuyu, Smiley, Angry.

Mikey :

• You would call him in the middle of an important meeting.

• Leaves everything in Draken's hands and rushes to you.

• Doesn't care if the others felt offended because he left suddenly. His baby needs him and that's all.

• Mikey is so soft.

• He would cuddle your pain away.

• Would spend the whole day with you in bed.

• Doesn't care if he gets sick too

• If he wants to kiss you he would do it no matter how much you pushed him away from your side.

• "Mikey please you'll get sick too"

• " doesn't sound like a problem to me, i can't resist your lips"

• "b-but"

• "no buts, if i get sick then we'll spend more time together cuddling in bed, and we'll get Draken to take care of us"

• Ends up being sick too.

• Doesn't feel bad about it, he would just hold you in his arms, while Draken in the kitchen busy preparing soup for both of you. (Poor guy Draken).

Draken :

• Protective mode activated.

• Would be serious about it, like really serious.

•His main purpose is to get you feel better asap.

• Force you to take your medicine.

• "no Ken i dont wanna take them, i hate pills."

• Would roll his eyes really hard.

• "stop being a baby (y/n) you need to take them."

• "no" you would cross your arms sulking.

• "no?" And then makes you open your mouth and swallow the pills ( daamn boy why so agressive).

• Naggs you a lot.

• "You should be more careful (y/n)!!!" He said in annoyance.

• you would pout cause his arms alone are able to make you feel better.

• "oh baby I'm sorry, don't be sad...i just hate seeing you in pain"

• Proceeds to take you in his arms and fall asleep you laying on top of him.

Baji :

• He arrives home to see you laying on the couch.

• Your hair in a messy bun.

• The moment you told him you were sick his beautiful smile would fade away.

• Carries you bridal style to the bathroom.

• Runs you a warm bath.

• Lights scented candles to make you relax a bit.

• Helps you take your clothes off.

• Would wash your hair, rubbing your head softly.

• Dries your body and helps you put your clothes on.

• Dries your hair and braid it.

• Gives you shoulder and feet massage.

• Slowly you would drift to sleep under his magical touches.

• "Sleep tight cutie, I love you". He would whisper.

Chifuyu :

• Would panic at first!

• Not sure how to take care of you.

• A lost baby.

• Would ask you a lot of questions.

• "is it okay if i touch you?"

• "do you want some water?"

• "shoud we go see a doctor? Im s-scared"

• "chifuyu baby relax im fine, just get your ass over here"

• Would run and throw himself in your arms.

• "i need cuddles"

• "ohh taking care of you is easier than i thought (y/n)" he would joke.

• Nothing makes you feel better than being protectively wrapped in his strong arms.

Mitsuya :

• Aaaaaah i love him.

• Very responsible.

• Knows exactly what to do to make you feel better.

• Cooks you a lot of healthy food and gives you fruits.

• Would make sure , you're hydrated and eating well.

• He's rly husband material.

• Always has medicines on his nightstand for cases like this.

• Tries to make you feel comfortable as much as possible, would do everything.

•Puts a wet towel on your forehead and on your knees to cool you off.

• If you carve snacks just give him your puppy eyes.

• He would sigh in defeat ( screams inside you were so cute).

• "Pweaaase" you begged.

• "You're lucky you're cute"

• Gives in easily rushing to the store to buy you all kinds of chocolate and chips (spoils you)

• Would make sure you get enough sleep, he would play with your hair until you drift off.

Smiley:

• This cutie aaah.

• Would cheer you up.

• Would entertain you if he sees you sulking.

• Wants to take your mind off of pain and sickness.

• He would put some random music and start dancing like a crazy trying to get you to laugh.

• Lowkey would say cheap pickup lines.

• "baby did you fart? Cuz you blew me away" he said wiggling his eyebrows.

• ..100% bf material..

• He would make you forget about everything and instead laugh your asses out.

Angry :

• This cute baby would cry when he sees you sick.

• Would insist to take you to doctor.

• "Baby are you sure you don't want to go? Im really worried" he pouts.

• Very very worried.. wouldn't leave your side.

• Would tell you how much he loves and cares for you and, if it was in his hands he would take your pain away.

• "I love you so much (y/n)! You mean the world to me"

• "It makes me sad to see you gloomy like this".

• "You're my favorite person (y/n), just know that I'll be always by your side".

• His words make you smile and calms you down.

• You would reassure him that nothing is serious.

• Tables turned and now you're the one taking care of his anxiety attack.

• This man loves you so much really.

[ashdreams2023]

i saw you’re taking request! which is epic bc i rly like your writing

can i request loki reassuring his s/o after they’ve been crying and feeling insecure and thinking loki would leave them one day? loki plans on marrying them someday when they’re ready so he magics two promise rings to show them they’re his forever? /gen

Loki reassuring you he’s not going to leave you

You shouldn’t have opened the tv that day, especially knowing that there will be many people throwing themselves at him.

He was an avenger now and it was his first official public appearance with everyone else and they getting asked questions and taking pictures and all.

He had fans now, you’re really happy and excited for him because of that but the self doubt was clear in yourself.

Everyone somehow looked prettier, more confident and so smooth with conversation.

It made you feel self conscious, Loki had so many options and could easily leave you.

You didn’t know what he saw in you all of a sudden.

You closed the tv feeling just absolutely hideous and started crying.

You weren’t sure if you were crying over yourself or crying because you think you’ll lose him.

By the time Loki went back to the compound and into your shared room he found splashing water over your face in the bathroom.

"Darling I’m back!"

Your lack of response made him suspicious that something went wrong.

He walked into the bathroom and turned off the water in the sink.

"Love, what’s the matter? Are you perhaps feeling ill?"

You shook your head, refusing to look up and show him your face.

Loki sighed lifting your chin and gently forcing you to look into the sink’s mirror.

He frowned upon seeing your red Buffy eyes and clearly redden face.

You were crying.

"Who made you cry?"

"Nobody…"

"Then what made you cry?"

He hated fishing for answers but you weren’t making it easy and he didn’t want to use his magic to read your mind, that would be low.

"Darling just tell me what’s the matter, I won’t judge you I promise" you knew he wouldn’t and it made you want to cry again.

"Why do you even love me?" You choked out.

Loki blinked confused at the sudden question.

"You could have anybody, someone smarter and more attractive but you’re with me…I’m-"

"I’ll stop you right there" Loki turned you around to face then kissed you deeply, in his own way of calming you down.

"You’re wonderful, funny and absolutely the light of my life, I shouldn’t remind you of that because you should know"

You avoided his gave, feeling embarrassed already from your question.

"Don’t be embarrassed…I’m assuming you saw the event today. Next time I’ll just bring you along" before you could protest about what he just said he lifted you off the ground and threw you over his shoulder like you weight nothing.

"Loki!"

"Calm down I’m only taking you to bed"

He carried you out the bathroom and sat you damn carefully on the matters.

He took both your hands into his and kissed your knuckles.

"I was going to wait but I guess I should make things clear"

Your eyes widened when both yours and his ring fingers glowed and beautiful matching sliver rings with an emerald stone appeared on both of your fingers.

"It’s official but…this is a way of me promising to marry you when day, when you’re ready of course"

You looked at the ring in disbelief and the urge to scream I’m ready was strong but you knew better.

"I…I’m sorry…for doubting us?"

He chuckled cupping your face then kissing your forehead tenderly.

"Never be sorry. You’re perfect just the way you are and I wouldn’t dream of replacing you"

You giggled kissing his palm then letting him pull you into a warm bear hug.

"I love you Loki"

"I love you more angel"

[strawberrylucv]

Hi hi!! Can i request xiao with a fem reader who has a rly small chest (like a or b) and feels a little sad about it so she goes to him for reassurance. (Ppl keep calling me a washboard today so that made me sad and i need comfort lol😖😖😖)

hello anon!! here you go i hope you like it! please dont pay attention to those people who called you that!! theyre idiots and xiao will give them no mercy! :)

"...only better."

words: 850

warnings : xiao x fem!reader, people calling you a board, fluff, reader has small chest, xiao tries to comfort you.

•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*•*´¨`*•.¸¸.•*´¨`*

Insecurities can be overwhelming, but it's even more overwhelming when everyone points it in front of you. When you think you're having a good day, a nasty comment would ruin it. The comments you would get from people would be so disrespectful and they would always be about your chest. Saying that you have no chest, that you're not a woman, that you're 'flat as a board.' they would always ignore how you would feel every time. How you were questioning and doubting yourself as you look in the mirror.

You think today would be an amazing day since you were going to Wangshu Inn to meet Xiao, it's been a while since you've visited him since he'd be busy with his adeptus duties but he he had the day free just to be with you. You wear an outfit you planned the day before and you look amazing. When it turns noon, you hurriedly walk to exit your house to go to Wangshu.

"Oh, look a walking board!" someone says as you passed the bridge to Wangshu. You promised yourself that nothing is going to ruin your day but you couldn't help it, that comment pained you so much especially since you thought you looked amazing. You tried your best to keep your head held high but some tears escape your eyes. Your hand swipes your face to stop yourself from crying. You stopped tearing up when you entered the elevator, the only evidence of you crying was your swollen eyes. Before you head up to the highest floor, Verr Goldet spots you and notices your eyes. "What happened, Y/N?" she says as your stride her counter. "It's nothing. Some dirt probably just got in my eye from the wind." you reply back trying to crack a smile. She doesn't try to say anything else and just nods.

Xiao was waiting at the balcony as always feeling the serene air. "Xiao!" you surprise hug him and he turns around to cup your cheek. You give him a smile and his face warms up but that soon disappears when he sees how swollen and red your eyes are. "Who hurt you?" he looked at you with his brows furrowed. "H-hurt me? No one! I'm fine." you didn't want him to worry about you since he's already busy as is. "Y/N. Were the mortals bothering you again?" his face looked like he had the intent to kill and you knew you had to stop it. You sigh and say "They were just...commenting on my body. That's all." it took courage to say that to him, it was your problem but it was getting heavy to shoulder it all alone. "Your body? It's fine..? Do you have any wounds? Let me see-" he twirls you around and you just chuckle since he looked so serious to see if you even had a scratch.

"Not that, it's just...do I look like a woman to you?" he stops checking you and just looks at you with the most confused look ever.

"Are you not supposed to look like a woman? You look like every other mortal there is..." he pauses for a while to avert his eyes "..only better." he finishes.

His comment allows yourself to tell him everything that was happening. Talking about how people would point to how flat your chest is, as if that was all they see in you. When Xiao heard everything, he quickly put on his mask and positions himself to jump off the balcony. "Xiao, where do you think you're going?" you ask as he materializes his spear.

"Mortals who are deemed unqualified to live will not be given mercy." you tug on his shirt and tell him to calm down, that he shouldn't waste his time on people like that. "Why didn't you call me? I told you to always call me when something happens?" he steps down the balcony to cup your cheek, you don't say anything. He sighs and just put his arm over your shoulder and you both drop to the ground. "Trouble means nothing to adepti. Y/N, just call me." he whispers to you and you just hug him gently.

"You are more than a woman, your body is perfect as is."

"How do you know?"

"Because it's your body."

"But its-"

"Its you. That's all that matters. Because it's your body."

His grip on your shoulder tightens but its warm. He doesn't say anything else after that, he just strokes your hair hoping that it will make you feel better. The next day when you were about to go out, everybody who made fun of you apologized. No one would point at your chest but would just look away as if you were a monster. Did you look like one? No, of course not. It might be because after your day with Xiao, he had pledged to find out who were the humans who made you question your self-esteem; he found every one of them and told them to stop or else they'll feel the wrath of the Vigilant Yaksha.

[rintarhue]

instant boyfriend ✆ 013 / love

➪ MAIN MENU | PREVIOUS | NEXT

Rintaro knows he isn’t human.

That information was pretty much implanted in his brain. ‘You are just a robot—created to help make our customers feel as if they are not alone.’ Was said by Kuroo, the head robotic engineer, the first day after Rintaro was confirmed to be a working robot. ‘You are programmed to love them; and when caught with any sign of malfunctioning in your system, your data will be immediately deleted.’

“Are you okay?” He asks your crying form, as you watch him through bleary eyes. 

You shut your eyes, biting your bottom lip harshly. Before you could wipe the tear that threatened to fall, Rintaro plants his hand on your cheek, wiping it for you. He then urges you to look into his worried gaze, as he wraps you in his warm embrace. 

“Takahiro told me he liked me.” You cry into his chest, your snot covers his sweater, but he couldn’t care less. He pats your back, soothingly. “All my life, all I ever wanted was to hear those words come out from someone—from anyone’s mouth.”

You’re quiet for a few minutes until you open your mouth to speak again. 

“I would throw myself to so many people; falling for them so fast and then confessing right after—only to have my heart broken right after,” Rintaro listens to every word you say. Pain coated your voice, as it wavers slightly in the end. He feels a slight tinge in his artificial heart. “My friends would say I was just being shameless, I was just being shallow…”

Breaking apart from his hold, you hiccup the next few words. 

“—But all I ever wanted was to be loved, you know?”

Your cries get even louder; though this time, it sounds even more sincere. The pent up disappointment and frustration through the years finally exploded; you were never really that vulnerable towards other people, not wanting to burden them even more with your pain. You often kept the facade of being eccentric and loud to compensate for it.

“When my parents divorced, I felt as if I was left alone in this world.” You reveal to him, as he sees your tears pour like a never-ending storm. “The two of them started their new lives, creating a separate family that wasn't the three of us. I chased so many people because I just wanted to be loved. I just wanted to feel as if I was part of something; something worth fighting for—that I’m worthy of being loved.”

Your friends were aware that you came from a broken family, but you never really talked about it—keeping the pain buried in your heart. Your friends knew how you celebrated events twice in a year; how you had to plan your schedules meticulously just to meet your parents. 

It was a constant tug of war; one was a loss, while the other was in victory for a short period. Though, in this game, there was no winner. You lost every time. (It makes sense, because you lost your completeness as a family, anyway.)

You look at Rintaro; vulnerable. “If you weren’t a robot, would you love me?”

He stays quiet for a while.

“I’d love you either way,” his answer makes your eyes widen in response. “Because you’re you, Y/N.”

You feel your heartbeat faster than usual, you shake your head as you deny it.

“You were programmed to say that, weren’t you?” You laugh, though it’s not sincere like your usual laugh. He frowns at that finding. “I mean, what did I expect? You’re programmed to care for me, so you inevitably said that.”

Rintaro feels a weird static in his chest when he says the following words, “I wasn’t programmed to say that.”

“Yes, you were.” You sigh, wiping your tears. You offer him a small smile, “It isn’t your fault though.”

He cups your cheeks once more, eyes staring deeply into yours. This time, his eyes hold something deeper into them—

“I’ll make sure you won’t feel alone anymore because I’m here. And I will spend the days I have to love you.” Rintaro breathes, his words holding no lies. “And I can assure you that I’m not programmed to say this—may it be a glitch in the system, but I don’t care.”

Rintaro knows he isn’t human, but he feels like one whenever he’s with you. The way his heart suddenly feels like bursting from the cage of his body, the way he instantly smiles at the very thought of you, or the way you’re the only one coursing through his brain. He has never felt this way from any of his past customers, and it excites and scares him both at the same time. 

This is what you do for love, right?

ㅤ

— FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

— ive thrown some Clues so lets take a moment to digest that 🙏 kidding but not rly 🤥

— also this is UNEDITED pls dont fry me alive

taglist in reblogs <3 send an ask or message me to be added!

[janghoefett]

Fire and Ice (Boba x F!Reader x Din)

Rating: Explicit (18+) Pairing: Boba Fett x F!Reader (established relationship), Din Djarin x F!Reader Word Count: 1.4k Warnings: voyeurism, unspecified age gap with both men, sexual exploration, sharing, unprotected sex, pullout, Boba’s throne, Din being a simp 4 u.

Summary: Boba let’s you take a ride on with Mando.

A/N: @escapedthesarlacc​ has a rly big brain and I consider her the patron saint of Boba thots. Her headcanons live in my head rent-free, and I definitely had them in mind here 💖

You never thought you would be in the middle of a situation like this. You never thought you were one to be shared by two men.

But Mando wanted to fuck you. And Boba wanted to watch.

Din Djarin was your ghost of another place and time. If the kid hadn’t occupied his attentions, if Boba Fett hadn’t possessed you so wholly… then perhaps there could have been something beautiful. But life is funny, is it not? There are many loves that could be ignited in the universe, and the one that had been chosen for you was Boba. Now all that remained between you and Din was a loving friendship and that fleeting spark.

Boba had been an unattached and uncaring young man, who had sown his oats thoroughly before even meeting you. As he grew older and as the Sarlacc branded him, his priorities changed; you were that reason, his excuse to become a new man.

But you were younger still, and Boba recognized that. You had a curiosity and a hunger that Boba adored, and you still had so much to see and do. Your pleasure was his pleasure. If the silver Mandalorian could satiate you and feed that hunger that he himself once had, then Boba was more than willing to allow it despite the way his heart pounded.

Boba was wildly possessive and protective, but with a gentle reminder of just how much he kept you satisfied… well, he could never say no when his girl asked so nicely. So he agreed to the encounter under his own terms, with only one hard-and-fast rule:

Din could not come inside of you.

The armored man sits leisurely on his throne just feet away from the rugs and pillows strewn about the floor.

Your touches with Din are experimental as he hovers over you. Immediately you are struck by how different the two bounty hunters feel; Din is scruffy with plenty of unkempt hair for your fingers to graze, from his jaw to his disheveled mane. His lips are soft and slow as they place tender kisses to your own and he has the fervor and the earnest quality of a younger man, despite his age.

It had not been your intention to make comparisons, but the contrast is stark. But that was the point, wasn’t it? To feel someone else, for Boba to share in that experience. The Mandalorian holds you close, taking his time with you, finding the things that make you tick. It feels like learning how to make love all over again.

You relax as Din’s large fingers work into you, letting him explore and stoke your arousal. Boba admires you from his throne, noting how soft your thighs look, the graceful curves of your legs, the dip in your lower back that makes your ass look so, so inviting. He loves the way you writhe on the Mandalorian’s fingers as you beg him for more.

Din keeps coming back to your lips. It’s a sweet gesture that you return with fervor; you wanted to drown his sorrows and to make him feel loved. After the kid left, Din was distant and hurting. Your company was his only comfort and a night to relieve his stress was just what the brooding Mandalorian needed.

You spit on Din’s throbbing cock — a quick and effective habit you had picked up from Boba — and lubricate his length for your own sake. You know exactly what you are doing to your audience and proceed to cock an eyebrow at Boba as you lay back for Din. Gently, he parts your legs, planting kisses up your neck, and lines himself up.

You cry out as Din pushes in; the sound goes straight to Boba’s cock. “Fuck, Din,” you sigh as the Mandalorian grunts above you, furrowing his brows at the tight grip. He curses in your ear, praising you sweetly, as you relax around him. Your arms settle around his back and your legs wrap around his.

Boba’s eyes are fixed on you, very much aware of how tight you would be. The intimacy of your embrace had not been surprising to him, he knew you craved contact. But he also knew everything about you — your mannerisms, your tells, your tastes — and there is something different about the way you react to Din when he starts to move.

Your eyes flutter shut, a beautiful expression of contentment, as you bring a hand up to the Mandalorian’s cheek. Your mouth is fixed in a soft smile until Djarin hits something different, when your mouth falls agape with a gasp, and your cries are soft and low while Din’s hips roll into yours steadily.

Boba wasn’t upset; watching you get fucked for him to see was igniting something deep inside of him. He feels pride knowing that the beautiful girl whimpering on the floor was his and his mind swirls with the filthiest sentiments.

Din feels so good for you, the way his lips seemed to be always working against your skin, the praises — praises that were almost too daring under the circumstances.

“You’re so, so good to me,” he groans. “Always have been.”

“Din,” you breathe, pulling him in for a kiss.

“That’s it… you can take it…”

Your eyes dart over to Boba as Din continues to sing your praises, biting your lip, taking every deep thrust.

It was clear the Mandalorian was enamored by you, but Boba could give a shit about anything to do with Din Djarin in this moment. He was obsessed with seeing you undone. Your small cries of ecstasy, the way your pretty eyes flicker over to make sure he is watching… Boba watches rock hard with a fire in his belly.

“Please…” you whine in search of friction. Din pulling out before you came seemed unfathomable, but you knew the Mandalorian wouldn’t let you down. His hand comes down to massage your clit.

The bounty hunter’s hips thrust faster. Your hands claw at his back, your head is thrown back. You make eye contact with Boba who shoots you a knowing glance.

You come quickly on the Mandalorian’s cock on a wave of pure ecstasy. It takes all of Din’s strength to refrain from letting you milk him over before you were done, but he keeps thrusting.

Boba is staring at your face, blissed out under the Mandalorian, until Din’s growing grunts of pleasure stir Boba from his trance.

“Easy, Djarin,” Boba growls.

“I know, Fett!” Din barks through gritted teeth.

Boba’s protective gaze makes you clench once again as you watch him through blurred vision. Din pulls out in spite of your inviting vice grip with a groan, spilling over the floor between your legs, pulling at your hair gently.

You feel lucky to have two men this careful with you, this loving, as you keep Din’s body close.

“How’re you, mesh’la? You okay?” Din asks in your ear.

You nod with an exhausted expression, grinning wide.

“Thank you, sweet girl,” he says, planting a kiss on your forehead.

“Din,” you smile, brushing a fond hand along his cheek in appreciation. “Thank you.”

You were grateful for this moment of closure and trust, as was the Mandalorian. He leaves you with a lingering kiss.

Boba was ready to praise your performance, to tell you something filthy as always, but the way your wide eyes look up at him take the words out of his mouth. He wanted you back home with him now.

“Come here, little one,” he says, patting his thigh. “What am I going to do with you?”

You move to straddle Boba’s lap, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and burying your face in his warm neck. Boba sighs, holding you flush against him in silence with no intention of letting you go. You feel safe and small in your bounty hunter’s arms, lulled by his breathing.

“Did that feel good, cyar’ika?” he whispers in your ear, breaking the silence.

“Mmhm,” you hum into his neck. Boba’s hand runs up your back, resting the other on your ass. “Was that okay for you?” you ask, coming up to meet his eyes with slight worry.

“You can feel for yourself that it was, girl,” Boba growls with a smirk.

“You old stud,” you tease, giggling against his lips, as he gives your rear a firm smack. “Give me two minutes… and I’ll take care of it for you.”

[wishful-soda]

HI IM BACK WITH THE FULL THOUGHTS 😭😭😭

overall an absolutely INCREDIBLE chapter. I cannot even believe you would claim it’s going downhill their soft friendship/not rly platonic vibes are EVERYTHING and their fight, despite the pain, was believable and defnecessary for the plot so i’m OK W THE SUFFERING!!! Incredible i’m on the edge of the seat for the next chapter and for the MAKE UP SEX 😭

- OBSESSED with picking up where we left off i NEEDED to know more so it’s PERFECT

- the way she called a date “gross”…. sure queen we all see through you

- HE MAKES HIS VACATION PLANS AROUND WHERE SHE WILL BE? so much for enemies that idea is REALLY dead and gone now…

- HE MAKES HER FEEL SAFE OH MY GODDDDKEKKESKJSKEJEK. she didn’t even say just that night she said HE CONSISTENTLY DOES IT?!?! i nearly jumped out of my bed when i read this

- Can’t stop thinking charles must be ROLLING HIS EYES in the background from their final conversation before she closes the door like? they’re so obvious about how they feel it’s???? ridic?????

- i just know they were also smiling like idiots that whole convo and it WARMED MY HEART

- she wanted to HUG HIM after not seeing him for just a few days… these people are INSANELY STUPID and i LOVE TO READ IT

- they’re so risky kissing around the corner at max’s place…… i wonder when they’ll be caught….. 👀

- I SNORTED AT “IM AN ACQUIRED TASTE”

- Daniel is SO happy he can officially say they’re friends like he has wanted it deep down way longer than her i just know it 🥹

- BRO THE TATTOO IM GONNA DIE I CANNOT WAIT TO SEE HOW THAT TURNS OUT

- he picks up the phone with how’re ya going… the fact he remembers every thing she has ever said to him i’m weak

- THEYRE SO DESPARATE AFTER SO FEW DAYS THEY NEED TO OPEN THEIR EYES MY GOD

- the way i almost fainted at “i want to fuck you in my clothes” 1) reader living the actual dream 2) SO HOT

- “makes you look like mine” i don’t think he can even be denying this to himSELF anymore the boy is in SO deep

- daniel wants to cuddle so badly i wish she didn’t have to get in her own head 🥹 and also ofc what comes after hurts so badly

- I know it’s painful but the image of daniel trying to get dressed to chase after her was SO FUNNY

- ITS SUCH CHARACTER GROWTH THAT HE IS NOT AT ALL MAD AT HER OR BLAMING HER LIKE THAT PROVES THE ENEMY PHASE IS RLY AND TRULY OVER

- “it was finally starting to go right so he needed to fix it” THE FACT HE HAS BEEN ADMITTING OVER AND OVER HE HATED BEING HER ENEMY AND BASICALLY REGRETTED HURTING HER FROM THE START LIKE 😭

- he loathed himself 😭😭😭😭😭 i cry!!! Sad ending but totally worth it for all the dynamics at play here and i cannot WAIT FOR MORE OMGGG

THIS STORY BLOWS MY MIND UPDATE AFTER UPDATE, HOW DO YOU DO IT?????? Gosh it’s SO good ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi my love!! It’s always so good to hear from you!! I read the first chapter of SotD and for some reason I felt like the quality of that chapter compared to the one I just posted was just like unreal. Maybe that’s just me being nostalgic? LMAO. Either way, I appreciate your words, it makes me feel a little better to hear that I’m the only one feeling like I’m on a steady downward trend 😅

Okay it’s rare for me to start a chapter where we left off the last one right? I don’t know why but I suck at that but this time it felt necessary so ta-daaa! 

She’s over the top with her ‘gross’ comments and we’re all starting to see that aren’t we…😏

I’d like to think that he wanted to go to LA for his break but he couldn’t stand the idea of being that far away from her for that long…of course he’d never admit that tho

I LOVE THAT YOU CAUGHT THAT!!! That she didn’t say he ‘made’ her feel safe that night, that he ‘makes’ her feel safe consistently because that was a very conscious choice I made when writing it so I love that you picked up on that!!! 

Charles is like so unimpressed with them. He’s like going along with the ruse because he promised that he would and hes trying to help his friend, but he lowkey is so over their bullshit, like JUST TELL EACH OTHER YOU LOVE EACH OTHER ALREADY SO WE CAN ALL MOVE ON WITH OUR LIVES.

Did you catch how she wanted to hug him and then he called her out for ‘not really being a hugger’....Sigh, oh Daniel…

They will continue to be risky because they’re idiots, you’re spot on.

Okay the ‘“I’m acquired taste” I felt like that was SO Daniel. Like I could hear him saying it. 

You’re so right!! Daniel has just wanted to be her friend for so long, like probably from day 1. 

HE IS USING EVERY WEAPON HE HAS OK. Pretty soon he’s just going to consist of backwards hats & ‘how’re ya goin’

Listen. I am so glad that you said something because I was writing him chasing after her and was legit GIGGLING at the thought of him trying to hurrying to get dressed and apologize for being such a fucking moron so THANK YOU FOR LAUGHING WITH ME. 

You are SO RIGHT. HE HAS HAD A GLOW UP. He’s thinking about the fact that he made her feel shitty and not about himself!! OUR BOY!! 

We’re slowly building to them actually addressing the beginning of their relationship and I’m trying to decide how the fact that he never actually wanted to be her enemy at all is going to come out. I’ve actually thought about having Max point it out to her, be like uh do you not realize the dude has been in love with you for two years or…?

I’M SO GLAD YOU LOVED IT and I always always look forward to hearing your thoughts so thank you for always reading and always sending me multiple pages on what you thought because it makes all of the frustrating moments of writing 100000% worth it so thank you so much bby. Seriously. ILYSM. 🥰🥰🥰😘😘😘

[i8jisoo]

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐃𝐒 ⇉ skz with pregnant!reader

seungmin x reader | part seven of dad!skz

↬ genre; fluff & angst

↬ warnings; obviously pregnancy, talk of sex/condoms, talk of morning sickness, cursing, child-birth

↬ notes; i feel like my mental health is getting worse and it has been really hard to be positive but i finished this awhile ago, never posted it! just thought to post it today since i just reached 500 followers,, tysm everyone for the support on my posts and following me for content,, i’m waiting for enhypen debut rnnn, it’s really one of the only things keeping me happy n ready. my bias is jungwon :) he’s so adorable n cute i can’t wait + i hope to start writing for enhypen soon when i feel better,, ty guys <3

the night was a one night stand

seungmin had no plans to see you after, you already gone by the morning so it made no different what he wanted afterwards

so with his number in your phone, you decided that texting him would be the best

you texted him your address, asking him to meet with you after u addressed who you were

the best maybe after twelve, seeing as how from nine to eleven you would be occupied with the toilet bowl, the morning sickness really weighing on you

hes there, ready to talk, looking great

ur just there in a t-shirt and sweatpants with slightly messy hair

you seat him on ur couch, pacing in the kitchen before actually beginning to talk

“it broke, or maybe you forgot. i don’t know but you, you got me pregnant.”

i honestly see seungmin being really innocent in this and he’s just made a bad decision which resulted in a baby

“wh-what? no, i used.. i..”

it dawns on him that he can’t remember slipping on a condom before

he’s turned white as a sheet, probably feeling more ill than you

he does the math, figuring you’re around two months, you’re not that far along obviously

“we don’t have to do this, you hardly know me.”

hes shaking his head quickly, “nono, i wanna.. i may never get this chance again. i might not ever meet someone again, so, if it’s with you? i’m fine with that.”

seungmin was there for the next appointment, fully supportive and stepping up

hes scared but so excited

he also moves out of the dorms, raising flags, but he keeps assuring everyone that he was just getting a change of scenery

he claims he got a dog but uh, there isn’t one

he actually moves in with u, an apartment that wasn’t too far away from the dorms and he will time to time spend the night if they need him to

ur actually really understanding of his career and u admire his adjustment

late night with him where u two go to a twenty-four hour convenience store and buy every junk food possible

u also acquired strange cravings such a pineapple and cream cheese or kimchi and chocolate sauce

that night however u rly had a craving for cheese and cheese only

it doesn’t last however, from three to five you are in the bathroom hunched over

he?? isnt?? actually?? the worst partner to get pregnant from a one stand with?????????????????????????????????????????

he’s pretty much a sweetheart

bless everyones heart though when they find out about you

“this is my friend, we are.. having a uh, baby!”

haha surprise...

u swore that jisung’s breath was lost when he said that

chan is fucken freaking out about this

“we’re gonna be uncles!”

everybody screaming and cheering which was a good sign

ur days are average and u guys just act like friends

friends having a baby lmfao

it’s a fine line between dating and not dating

seungmin reaaalllyy likes you but he has this bit of guilt in him for getting you pregnant

ur the one who uprooted your life and ur gonna have a kid for the rest of ur life with him and he’s still living his and doing what he loves

seungmin heart eyes motherfucker when u come to a concert, just there to see him n see what he does for a living

u guys get this cute ass picture of everyone lmfao i just imagine the boys and seungmin standing around and posing with ur small bump

he doesn’t get to go to every single appointment, so his first appointment he went to was when you were around six and a half months

he’s super excited and just super nervous

so many expecting moms its crazy

when your name is called and you two go back, he’s jumping out of his seat and going back with you

the doctor applies the gel on your stomach, the rounded bump sticking out prominently

his hand clasps around yours, fingers laced with yours and he gives you a warm smile

the screen flickers on and theres your baby

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen

he can clearly see the legs and arms, theres the head!!! he can make out the toes and fingers

then u guys get to hear the heartbeat together

it’s so strong and he just,, wow.. this is real 😣

ur bearing his child, your guys’ baby,, he can hardly believe it

then the doctor asks if u two want to know the gender

“yeah.” 🥺🥺🥺

ofc u could’ve known before but u didn’t know if seungmin wanted to find out or wait n u just would feel guilty if u went ahead

he was rly trying to be as involved as possible, he had a busy schedule and u two weren’t even dating and this whole thing was happening secretly

they turn the monitor for you two to look at, pointing around

“there they are, we have a baby boy.”

seungmin is so taken aback, this all is so .. unreal for him

he’s ready to get the disc with ur ultrasound footage n the heartbeat but also the ultrasound photos 🥺 he’s so in love with your baby boy

u two are just sitting in the office after, ur wiping off ur belly n he’s just like

“i’m in love with you. you and our son — i know, we agreed to co-parenting and no feelings but,” his voice is so strained n he’s just so fragile n so utterly raw, “i couldn’t help it.”

ur fact at first is just frozen and slightly shocked

then ur like 😮🥺😣

“no, cause i was thinking the same exact thing.”

that seals the deal for u two pretty much, ur both emotional wrecks in the exam room

theres the boyfriend and girlfriend dynamic now — seungmin and you sleeping cuddled together

it wasn’t like you two didn’t cuddle before,, but it would usually end up with seungmin silently creeping out of bed or you softly removing his arm or you leaving him gently

u rely on him more, the final trimester hard on you and ur so exhausted and hurting

u two getting the nursery ready together which actually consists of u sitting down rather than actually doing anything

though u will have to teach this boy how to put away bibs and fold baby clothes

u two are young and u both have a lot of explaining to do to your own families, but they are supportive

they r more than happy to teach u two about children and giving tips on these things

blue nursery with lil teddy bears around and its just the cutest, props to room designer seungmin 🤓

baby boy is so stubborn, you’re past your due date and you both want him out

you two try a shit ton of things

name it all: pineapple, spicy foods, raspberry tea, daily walks around the block, literally everything

everything except for the obvious that had been recommended by your obgyn

sex.

both of you two hadn’t really explored in the topic of sex or anything of the sort, it was slightly awkward

you’re five days overdue now, which now you couldn’t even care

“please..! they said it works, even our ob said so!”

he is so cautious about this, but begrudgingly decides to proceed with this idea

he’s so sweet 🥺 but maybe a little too sweet because next thing you know is that two short hours later ur water breaks and u are in labor!!!!

both of you are vv nervous

his hyungs are right there to calm him down, asking you if ur okay and if u need anything

they rly adore their lil minnies baby mama & their lil nephew

seungmin is big daddy deffo

he’s so attached to u 🥺 it hurts to see u in so much pain and he can’t do much to take it away, but he will kiss ur forehead and wipe ur tears away

he personally finds u so angelic as u are quite literally coated in sweat and nearly breaking his hand

it’s finally over, you and seungmin both turning to the tiny baby that just came into the world, both of u crying while laughing at the beet red baby

theres your little baby boy in your arms, squirming at the new coldness and trying to move around in the blanket

all of the boys come in, excited to meet the baby

in amazement you made this adorable, small baby after one night

this experience was everything and more to you both, so glad you weren’t as careful one night and now had the greatest gift given to you: your small son who slept soundly in your arms

©️ maysdiors 2020 :: all rights reserved. do not repost my work on tumblr or other platforms.

[kiss4kazu]

ooh! can i request something spicy?? maybe headcanons of claude, dimitri, and felix’s kinks?

spicy hcs | dimitri, felix, claude

this is combo between just kink hcs and also how first times being freaky w these three go hahhahahahhahah screams. this is not safe for kiddos so proceed with caution folks 

felix <3 

whew, okay. sweats. um 

so the first time u and felix do the do was definitely not planned. things tend to escalate a lot with felix when it comes to intimacy. pecks goodnight lead up to make out sessions and all of a sudden his hand is down your pants and you’re honestly not complaining. 

felix is definitely more of a giver than a receiver, not because he liked giving, but because he liked being in control. he liked seeing you writhe beneath him and all that jazz. 

he’d definitely deny you from reaching your high multiple times, partially to draw out the activity since you tend to come quite quickly beneath his touch but also because hearing you whine his name helplessly was a really big fucking turn on and he always swelled with pride knowing he was the only person who can turn you into a sobbing mess. 

felix has 2 moods. his soft and pliant types of fucking, and his arrogant, i’m big bad felix fraldarius and my cock is 30inches long type of fucking. he knows hes hot, he knows he has a pretty dick, might as well utilize it.

he hates praise when it’s ingenuine, for things intangible that he hadn’t earned himself. when it’s people praising him for his title or the power of a fraldarius battalion. 

but praise when it comes from you? when it’s you letting him know just how amazing he feels inside of you, how with every thrust of his hips your brain short-circuits and your eyes water with unspilled tears? when it’s you not being able to even form coherent words anymore because felix fraldarius is throbbing inside of you... yeah, that kind of praise. it does wonders for him and his dick. 

he’s also into hair-pulling

and overstimulation

hes also rly rly easily jealous like if someone else was making eyes with you or perhaps you were giggling a little too loudly with some handsome noble he’d just yank you away and march u up the stairs to his dormitory before kissing you hard 

he’s the type to make u beg and be rly possessive he’d just fuck you so ruthlessly hair stuck to his skin, panting “you’re mine. mine. say it” and u would just cry bc why tf he so sexy hello-

as mentioned in my kissing post, felix sucks the life out of you when he kisses you so it’s only logical that he fucks the life out of you too.  

im kidding ofc!! not rly

although he’s on the giving end of things, it’s still completely self-indulgent, felix gets off just knowing he’s getting you off because he’s a sexy narcissist like that. 

but on some days, he really really wanted you to know he cared a lot about you. 

felix isn’t the best with words, but he was really good with his tongue, so things usually worked out okay. he’d kiss you, everywhere. every inch of you, leaving hickeys in even the most visible places because who fucking cares. you were his, he needed you to know that. he needed everyone to know that. 

he can be sensitive sometimes too, make love, if you will. 

he has to be rly emotional tho, so it’s probably after something eventful happens in his life. like when the kingdom takes back fhirdiad, or wins the war. or when he’s sleepy and tired and wakes up hard and is just too lazy to put on his big bad scary persona. 

sleepy felix is submissive felix, aka my favorite felix. sleepy horny felix is all whiny and blushy and just wanted to come and he absolutely despised himself for it

you were well aware of how much he hated himself for being soft and needy, but that made teasing him all the more fun.

so yes, some nights felix would fuck you brainless and soak in the sound of your voice crying out his name helplessly. but on other nights, felix would lay down, his hair splayed against the pillow, your fingers twirling his locks and tugging gently as your other hand jerked him off, lips pressed against his as you breathed in his whines and grunts.

hearing him whine was a really rare sight, but it did slip out occasionally, when you squeezed the base of his member unexpectedly or when you took him deep into your throat and swallowed around him. felix really likes fucking your mouth. 

yeah felix is an emotionally constipated sex god 

claude ! 

whew lord. 

ok so claude, my sweet, cheeky, little shit <3 

the first time probs wasnt even intentional with him either he was just teasing you a little too much and things got a bit carried away but it’s a great time nonetheless

doing the do with claude is probably a rollercoaster ride, he would literally never shut up and would just say the most stupid things and you’d hate yourself for still being so desperate for his touch because somehow in between his terrible jokes and merciless teasing he whispered complete filth into your ears.

he’s a master of dirty talk, chuckling against the shell of your ear at the sound of you choking out a sob at his words, tugging at your earlobe just to spur you on even further. 

“don’t tell me you’re clocking out already?” you’d just glare at him in frustration despite your flushed cheeks and he’d kiss you on the tip of your nose and laugh in amusement at your misery 

he’ll literally do everything but fuck you, covering every inch of your skin in love bites, especially your chest. he’d literally eat you out or suck you off until you were dizzy but if you want him inside of you, he’d definitely make you beg. 

if you ever tried to get smart with him… um, he’d uh .. p-punish you 

not like in a pain kink type of way he’d just pull out right before you could nut and would laugh maniacally in your face afterwards because that’s what you get for being a smart ass ! denying u from coming is basically how he punishes u so its a pretty long night but claude’s really really good with his tongue so you’re guaranteed to come like 3 times at minimum anyways

he’d devour you, all smirks and with eyes filled with mirth and he wouldn’t give in until you were absolutely wrecked under him. 

he’s very um… dominant, i would say

but not an aggressive dom, definitely a playful dom who enjoys edging and teasing a bit too much 

he’s also pretty experimental, i can see claude as a bit of an exhibitionist also, he’d probably fuck you in the cathedral just for shits and giggles 

but he is human and despite how much of  a little shit claude is he’s just as wrecked as you he’s just much better at hiding it 

he’d probs quit the teasing once he himself can’t handle it anymore

and wow uh thats when claude gets all sensual 

when claude’s kind of in overdrive and completely uncoordinated just messily thrusting over and over again to finally get you both to that place thats when he becomes all romantic and lovey 

would compliment you to no amounts end, call you all sorts of pet names like honey, sweetheart, baby, etc. 

his messy curls would stick to his skin, his forehead pressed firmly against yours, verdant eyes blown wide maintaining eye contact with you just for that extra level of intimacy because watching you when you’re like this really drives him over the edge. 

he’d pant against your lips, kiss you roughly and somehow find it in himself to even let out an amused laugh because he’s having sex and that’s kind of funny for some reason

claude’s pull-out game probably a1 but idk he’s possessive in less conventional ways so i feel like he’d  get off to the thought of releasing inside you and watching him drip down your thighs bc yea

claude is also the king of aftercare let it be known

he’d have so much energy after sex for some reason like he’d just hop right up clean your bodies, fetch you tea if you wanted some and curl up with you resting on his chest, running his fingers over the skin of your arms tenderly and smiling softly to himself when exhaustion takes over you and you slip into a warm slumber against his chest. 

i love him bye

dima 

ok so dimi is a busy busy boy and even when he does have free time he’s never entirely there his mind is always kind of somewhere else u know 

he’s always struggled w getting a proper night's rest and always overworks himself into hysteria

so, as his lovely s/o, you presume a nice session to destress will help loosen those knots in his muscles and all that chaos whirring around in his mind

you were thinking a nice trip to the sauna or something

but dimi had other ideas 

 he’d just look at you and his gaze would darken all of a sudden and with just a glance at him you already feel the wind being knocked out of you 

it would be rly sudden, like dimitri’s just rly needy all of a sudden and he’s taking whatever you’ll give rly he has so much pent up stress and needs some form of release and he’s so so emotional and touchy and won’t stop kissing you with so much fervor and desperation

dimi is 1000% a lovemaker im sorry u cannot convince me otherwise. unless he is feral. if he is feral then understandable have a good day. 

he’s all about pampering and kissing every inch of you and asks every five minutes is this okay? are you comfortable? does that hurt? are you sure? because he’s terrible with fragile things and if he ever hurt you he’d never forgive himself poor baby

part of you just wants to grab his face and say !!! im fine !!! you big idiot !! but you just pull him to your chest and nuzzle your face into his neck and breathe him in deeply, kissing his jaw gently before reassuring him i’m fine dimi, stop worrying 

he’d calm down instantly and focus back on the task at hand, pleasuring the love of his life hehe

BODY WORSHIPPING non stop praises just kissing everywhere his lips come across you’d love it but hate it at the same time bc part of you just wants him in u already and the other half of u is just so so enamoured by him and feels so warm and loved and appreciated

he’s more of a giver than a receiver as well though for opposite reasons compared to felix, he worries about your comfort so much to the extent where it distracts him from his own pleasure, and it isn’t until he’s inside of you that he remembers and is like oh wow fuck and yea things dont usually last very long for him since he always neglects his own pleasure in favor of yours. he gets so focused on making u feel good because he loves you so much and he needs you to know that so yeah he doesn’t remember to even touch himself lmao 

you’d probably come like twice before dimi even whips his schlong out 

at the peak of his pleasure tho dimi gets kinda rough ngl. he’s a person whos very emotionally driven so when everything gets to be a bit too much he’s just slamming into you with so much force your skin stings, grip so tight on your hips there’s sure to be bruises in the morning but despite how rough he is his eyes are nothing but gentle and so so loving 

probably says something like oh seiros when he’s about to come LMAOOO 

dimi is also a king with aftercare but he’d probably knock out like a log afterwards and it’d be like the best sleep he’d get tbh all warm and satiated and just content

dimi sex god 

[ff-imagines]

Can i request some nsfw headcanons for mantis shrimp? I read through your blog and let me just say: I'm a big fan. Btw if you dont wanna do them thats fine as well

Salt and pepper shrimp: nsfw alphabet

I did the whole alphabet bc? Why not! Side note I rly wanna write a fic going off my thoughts ab his experience level >:)

A - aftercare

Look, getting him to release you from his hold to go to the bathroom on a regular night is a battle enough. After sex? Phew I wish you luck. Might wanna just put some water on your night stand beforehand. You would be able to convince him to take a bath with you pretty easily though, he likes how the warm water feels very much. Make sure to cuddle him in the bath still, he's in a very vulnerable state right now and he really needs some good old tlc.

B- body parts

he’s got a weird fixation with your hands. He likes to compare hand sizes, whether your hands are bigger or smaller isn’t what he likes, he just likes to admire them. He loves sucking/biting your fingers while he’s got you in his lap. Lacing your fingers with his with one hand while bringing the other to his cheek, nuzzling into your hand while he bounces you on his cock.

On himself, there is tragically little that he genuinely likes. He views himself as a weapon, getting him to unlearn that will not be an easy process, trust me, Boston has tried. Complimenting his eyes does seem to make him a little more flustered than other praises, and he has a hard time staring you in the eye during sex…. maybe we can start there.

C - cum

His cum is pretty thin but there’s a shit ton of it. Enough that if he cums inside you swear you can feel the warmth as his cock pours rope and rope of his seed into you.

He doesn’t actually care where he cums, just ask him and he’ll comply.

inside you? sounds good.

On your back? Say less.

On the floor? You’re cleaning it, but sure.

He did discover he’s got an affinity for watching his cum on your tongue. I don’t know how you’d be able to swallow it all, but any attempt you make will be met with shrimp getting hard all over again.

D - dirty secret

He secretly thinks it’d be really hot for you to dom him. It’s gonna take a very long time before he’s comfortable letting you have that Linda control over him, just the thought of being tied up, hands behind his back while you praise him for being such a good boy, its a fantasy he’s visited on many sleepless nights.

E - experience

Nope. Nada. To be frank, I think he’s the definition of Demisexual, and he has yet to meet anyone besides Boston and the anti-human gang who he genuinely wants to get to know better. He definitely hasn’t met anyone who wants to get to know better for romantic reasons.

He doesn’t know enough about human customs to know that it can be embarrassing for someone to be inexperienced, but he does feel very very nervous the first few times. He’ll need a lot of reassurance, give him praise and he’s putty in your hands.

F - favorite position

I'm gonna be boring and say missionary. It’s simple, easy, and since he’s brand new to all of this it’s the least mentally overstimulating. He very much likes that he can see your face.

If he’s feeling extra spicy he might grab onto the inside of your knees and push you into the mating press, though he really only does this if he’s upset or jealous.

If you ask nicely he might let you sit in his lap, as a treat. Bouncing on his cock as he litters your chest with bite marks, what a treat it is <3

G - goofy

…. yea for sure definitely. He’s a real jokester.

On a serious note, he himself is not a goofy person whatsoever, but he would actually like it if you were. Outright making fun of him or harsh teasing is an immediate turn off, but light jokes to ease his nerves is for sure welcomed since he’s very tense the first few times.

Give him time and you might even catch him cracking a small joke himself, all the while giving you a weak, nervous smile.

H- hair

He doesn’t trim or shave anything lmao. He’s busy, and also doesn’t care literally at all. He’s got a thin happy trail that can be easy to miss since he's blonde.

He’s got the same energy with your body hair, he doesn’t care. If you do shave he might ask why, just out of curiosity. If your reason is insecurity, he’ll probably suggest you let it grow, he doesn’t care and he’s the only one who’ll ever see it lmao

I- intimacy

It’s an awkward “i hope to fuck I’m doing this right” kind of intimacy. He fumbles and messes up a lot, he might even accidentally miss when thrusting and end up just kinda rubbing himself on you but he’s really trying. Just from the fact he’s willing to try this at all with you is a big sign that he’s really trying his best to be as intimate as he can with you.

J- jerk off

Before meeting you, not a lot actually. He mostly just did it if he ever woke up from a wet dream and knew that if he didn’t take care of it now he’d never be able to get back to sleep.

After your first time together, his first time, he thinks back the immeasurable pleasure a lot, finding himself in need of relief a lot more than he ever did before. You are the catalyst to his drive, and you are also the only thing he can think about that can help him cum. It’s kinda sweet in a perverted way.

K- Kinks

He will bite you. It’s just so easy to bruise you and it makes your relationship status to others so obvious, he can’t just… not bite you.

Marking, going along with the biting kink. This goes both ways, he’d love for you to scratch at his back enough to leave red marks, to bite as his collarbone, grip his hips tight enough to bruise. He likes looking at the marks later, they remind him that he did good, he made you feel good, that’s all he really wants.

He doesn’t exactly have a breeding kink as much as this goes along with the marking aspect. Suggest to him that he cum deep inside you to mark your insides… he might give you 2-3 loads just to make sure you're nice and full, completely claimed.

He also kinda likes to make you cry. Overstimulating you to the point of tears gives him a sense of pride he hasn’t really felt before.

He really likes temperature play as well, dragging ice cubes and hot wax across your skin and watching you flinch and squirm just does something to him.

And of course, light bondage. He probably found out it was a thing after reading some kinda erotic fiction and immediately went to you like “why did you not tell me about this?????” He adores how to look all tied up and stuck, right in the palm of his hands. It makes him feel emotional as well, that you’re willing to give him such a powerful amount of control over you.

Last but not least, please praise him. During sex as well as day to day. Let him know he’s so pretty, he’s doing so good, he’s cock feels so so good, he might cum on the spot.

L- location

The first time he’d really need it to be in a secluded, safe area. He’s gotta feel comfy if he’s gonna get into the mood.

Every other time? Babes you’ve awakened a beast, he’ll get random spikes of “if I don’t at least try to fuck them I will scream”. You could be in the middle of a forest running from an axe wielding murderer and this horny bastard would still find a way to pull you aside and rail you against a tree.

There most likely isn’t a spot in your home that he hasn’t fucked you against.

Peaceful moment of washing dishes? Think again, he’s plopping you on the kitchen counter and diving to mouth at your neck.

Writing some papers? Just sit on his lap, you’ll feel much less stressed with his cock buried to the hilt, won’t you?

Doing laundry? Might have to rewash them cause now he’s using the clothes as a bed to fuck you on. He’ll apologize and help you fold them after they’re rewashed bc he feels bad lmao

M- motivation

Like I said, he’s set off by the smallest things. A little stretch, wiping some water off on your pants, humming a song, all of it can randomly make him feel the need to fuck you.

The most intense and quickest way to rile him up is either playing with his hair, or massaging his back. It starts out innocent but he just can’t take the thought of your pretty hands working so lovingly and not at least trying to reciprocate and make you feel good too.

N- no

No sharing. He doesn’t want someone else to see you, and he doesn’t want someone else to see him. It’s just not something he likes.

He also hates humiliation. He… would tolerate it if you asked for it, even if he doesn’t get why you’d want him to outright insult you. But for himself? Fuck no, he hates it so fuckin much. He’s a sensitive insecure puppy that wants your attention very badly, pls don’t hurt him like that :(

O- oral

Oh please give him oral. He’s begging. Well, he’d never outright beg but the way his eyes fixate on your mouth a lot is his way of silently pleading for you to wrap your lips around his cock. His soul ascends a little every time he sees his cum dribbling down your face, he might be even willing to make out with his cum still on your tongue.

As for giving, he’s got no clue what the hell he’s doing but he’s nervously eager to try. Guide him as best you can, he’s good at measuring your reactions so he can handle the rest. Tug on his hair a little bit if you wanna drive him crazy.

He’ll get a lot better with time, his eagerness to please however, does not leave him in the slightest.

P- pace

The first time? Slow and unsure, then he realizes “oh fuck this feels stupid good” and his pace becomes almost punishing. He doesn’t really know what he’s doing, he’s unknowingly going deeper and harder than you've ever been dicked down in your life. If you want him to, somehow, go harder? Grab his hand and place it over your stomach to make him feel his cock enter you through your skin, his hand slides down to grip your hips and slams into you, wiggling his hips without withdrawing to gain some of his sanity back before he’s back to a punishing pace.

Q- quickies

Oh hell yea. He lives for them. Sudden moments of horniness come to him all the time and since this spike in desire is brand new, he hasn’t really… learned to live with it yet. He pulls you aside into closets and alleyways all the time, he can’t help that you feel so warm and snug :(

R- risk

He doesn’t exactly enjoy the thought of a voyeur, he really doesn’t want to share you with anyone. But… there is a deeper part of him that finds a sense of pride if someone were to hear you getting absolutely pounded by him, desperately crying out and whining for him to go deeper, even better if they were someone who pined for you….

S- stamina

Well, to be frank he cums pretty quickly. It’s all so brand new to him, he really can’t help it. Lucky for you, his refractory time is crazy low. He can cum once, watch you do some mindless motion you always do and he’s right back to being hard again in minutes.

T- toys

Not against it, but is again, brand new to all this shit. He’s very interested in using your own toys against you though. Would definetly use a vibrater to edge and overstim you. He’d be interested in a cock ring, only if you were willing to endure a vibrator while he fucks you, he doesn’t wanna be the only one struggling lmao

U- unfair

He can be, yea. He kinda likes edging you, but not as much as he likes overstimulating you.

He loves to hear how you beg under him when he’s pulling you so close to the edge, keeping you just far enough to drive you insane.

Overstimming though? The way you twitch and beg, how your chest heaves and your mouth hangs open into a silent scream, eyes shut tight and watering, now that’s the good shit.

V- volume

Doesn’t talk much, but for sure gives out a lot of groans. This is something he’s never felt before in his life, the first few times you're going to get a lot of whines and surprised yelps, check up on him and make sure he’s still doing alright, he’s just very nervous.

As he gets more comfortable, he gives you quiet praises and promises to make you feel good. He also groans quite a lot, but since his voice is deeper it can be hard to catch.

W- wild card

He really wants to try using his prosthetic arm for temperature play, he’s just not at all confident in himself enough to bring it up. He likes the thought of you jumping and squirming under his touch, for now he can just stick to wax play.

X- X Ray

Mans is actually pretty fuckin big. He’s got no idea how big he is though. If you were surprised and a little nervous about his size he’d be pretty confused, is there something wrong? Did you change your mind? The concept of him being well above average is something you’ll have to explain later. It boosts his ego quite bit, even if he’d never admit it.

Whine about him being too big and you can just see the pride swelling in his chest, giving you no mercy with his thrusts.

Y- yearning

Often. Very very often. He’d fuck you multiple times every day if he had the time. However, you’re both busy, and you’d probably get a UTI with how many times this man wants to dick you down lmao. He’s got his cock buried in you at least 4-5 times a week.

Z- zzz

Actually pretty quickly. Even if he prefers being in control during sex, he kinda likes being the little spoon as he drifts to sleep. Give him some soft praises about how well he did and he’s turning into jello in your hold.