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Ik I did an ask like a few days ago, but I'm kinda sad that my coworker called me a fat bitch, so can you do one with Saja boys reacting to their s/o getting called a fat bitch by someone? Sorry if this is corny, I just need to delude myself with comfort from fictional men. ☺️

(I really love your work and the way you write the characters. Ok bye bye luv 💐)

Saja Boys react to their S/O getting called a fat bitch

Tags: gn!reader, body image mention, protective behavior, emotional support, light angst with comfort

EXCUSE ME WHAT?! WHO DID THAT HOE THINK SHE WAS?!!?!? bullying is for children. chin up, hon

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Jinu

He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t ask for names. But the second you tell him, the air changes.

He sits beside you in silence for a moment, like he’s trying to choose his words carefully.

“They don’t deserve to speak about you.”

The insult sits with him more than it does with you; he knows what shame feels like, and he hates that someone tried to plant that feeling in you.

Later, he brushes your cheek with the backs of his fingers and says, “You’re not defined by anyone else’s words.

Romance

He tries to laugh it off at first. “They must be blind and tasteless.”

But when he sees it still stings, the laughter fades.

“No one who talks like that is worth the spit it takes to say their name.”

Shows affection more than usual—an arm around your shoulders, fingers tangled with yours, a kiss to the forehead.

“You're mine,” he says softly one night. “And everything about you is just right. Even the parts you think I don’t notice.”

The next time you look in the mirror, he’s behind you, chin on your shoulder, listing compliments until you smile.

Abby

You have to stop him from tracking down the one who said it.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks, voice tight.

When you say, “Because it’s stupid,” he looks so hurt that it shuts you up.

“It’s not stupid if it hurts you. That makes it important to me.”

Spends the whole day clinging to you in small ways; hand on your lower back, hugging you from behind, leaning into you when you sit beside him.

Starts complimenting you out loud more—especially the parts you’re insecure about.

Mystery

Doesn’t ask what happened. He already knows something’s wrong by the way your shoulders slump.

You think he’s ignoring it, but later you find your favorite snack and hoodie laid out on your bed, like quiet offerings of comfort.

Sits beside you without a word. If you talk, he listens. If you don’t, he stays anyway.

You fall asleep on his shoulder. He whispers, “They were wrong,” so softly you almost miss it.

He starts sticking a little closer in public.

If you ever linger too long in front of a mirror, he stands behind you. Makes sure you see him watching you like you’re something valuable to him.

Baby

“What the hell?” is his first reaction. His second is pacing. His third is pulling you into a fierce hug and refusing to let go.

“Say the word and I’ll make their life miserable,” he mutters.

Starts cracking jokes to make you laugh, but they’re gentler than usual.

“I don’t know who gave them the authority to rate beauty, but I’d like to have a word.”

Later, he sees you staring at yourself in the mirror too long and just wraps his arms around you from behind.

“You don’t have to be anything but you. I like all of it.”

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bruh i've been so inactive mb😭😭😭 i've been playing coral island an unhealthy amount. anyways--

HIHIHIHI BLUSHING KICKING TWIRLING MY HAIR😊

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Hihii!! May I request Baby Saja x Fem reader where the reader looks like the type of person who wouldn't like metal music and dark aesthetic but actually is? TYY🖤

The Sweet Sound of Screams

Tags: fem!reader, established relationship, metal music festival, humor

ooh this really speaks to me😩 i love listening to heavy genres sometimes it wasnt mentioned if the relationship is romantic or platonic so i spun a wheel😼

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When you invited Baby to a music festival, he agreed without hesitation.

You said it would be “your kind of thing,” and he assumed that meant a sunny afternoon with overpriced lemonade, indie pop bands, and maybe a flower crown or two. Maybe you’d drag him to a booth selling handmade bracelets and talk about your dream cottage in the woods. You were always dressed in soft, floaty layers, delicate details, cozy sweaters in light colors. He’d seen you wear lavender socks with little bows on them. That wasn’t a judgment. Just something he filed away. A working assumption.

So when you stepped out of the bathroom that morning in fishnets, combat boots, and a worn Cannibal Corpse tank, Baby stared at you like someone had unplugged his brain.

Your makeup was darker than usual, lipstick deep red. The rings on your fingers caught the light. There was a chain clipped to your belt loop, and your jacket was patched and faded, a walking map of band names he didn’t even recognize.

You clipped a chain to your belt loop. “What?”

Baby opened his mouth, then closed it. He blinked. “What are you wearing?”

You shrugged, grabbing your phone. “My usual festival gear. I told you it was Metal Massacre weekend.”

He looked like he was still buffering. “I thought that was, like… ironic.”

You laughed and reached for your jacket—faux leather, covered in patches of bands he had definitely never heard of. "Nope. Bad Omens plays at six. Motionless in White right after. We’re catching Cannibal Corpse at the barricade."

Baby blinked again. "You're joking."

"I'm already wearing earplugs."

“No, you—You listen to Cannibal Corpse?”

“I screamed the lyrics to Hammer Smashed Face when I was fifteen,” you said proudly. “It was a formative experience.”

Baby made a noise somewhere between a gasp and a strangled laugh. "What else are you into? Decapitated? Slipknot? Are you gonna get in the pit?"

You smiled. “That’s the plan.”

He sat on the edge of the hotel bed like he needed a minute. Like his soul had left his body and was watching this from across the street.

“I thought you were gonna drag me to a lo-fi bubble tea event.”

You adjusted your eyeliner in the mirror. “You assumed. I just never mentioned it.”

“You wear cardigans.”

“And corpse paint, when the mood strikes. You coming or not?”

Baby stood up, still visibly stunned, but already grabbing his jacket. “Oh, I’m coming.”

The rest of the day was a blur of music and movement. Baby followed you through concrete paths packed with fans in black, past food trucks and merch lines and an overwhelming number of skull motifs. He saw you headbang during Slaughterhouse and hold your own near the pit during Voices. You were handed a glowstick by someone in full corpse paint during Abandon All Faith, and you accepted it like it was nothing new.

Baby kept watching you from the corner of his eye—like he was seeing someone he’d never met, someone terrifying and magnetic, screaming every lyric that you know by heart. You looked alive in a way he didn’t have words for.

At one point, you turned to him with sweat on your brow and joy in your eyes and asked, “You good?”

He could only nod. “You’re…” He shook his head. “You’re insane.”

“You love it.”

Unfortunately, he really, really did.

Later that night, after the last encore and the long walk back, you peeled your boots off and dropped your wristband onto the nightstand. Your voice was hoarse but still warm.

“I’m starving,” you muttered. “Was that your first wall of death?”

He nodded slowly. “It felt illegal.”

You leaned over and kissed his cheek, and he didn’t move. Just sat there, letting it sink in that the soft girl who once made him a strawberry smoothie was out there an hour ago yelling lyrics about dismemberment in a crowd of 50,000 people.

The contrast should’ve been whiplash. But for some reason, it made perfect sense. And when you cued up your festival playlist for the drive home, Baby didn’t even flinch. He just turned it up.

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Hi, I've read SO much of your Saja boys stuff, and I was hoping if it would be okay if you could write about Jinu finding out that his s/o was wearing his obviously too big clothes because they are insecure because they're underweight. I can't find anything for my underweight peeps 😔

All the Space You Don't Take Up

Tags: gn!reader, hurt/comfort. body image issues, underweight!reader, oversized clothes, established relationship

all bodies are beautiful <3 im sure more underweight reader fics will pop up soon

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Jinu didn’t notice at first. It wasn’t unusual to see you in his clothes. You’d worn his hoodie before, sometimes tossed on his jacket if it was cold, once even wandered around half-asleep in his rehearsal shirt. You said you liked the way it smelled. Said it made you feel close to him.

So when he saw you curled up on the sofa again in one of his black pullovers, he didn’t think much of it. Not at first. He walked past, stopped, and looked again.

The sleeves had swallowed your hands whole. The hem hung nearly to your knees. It wasn’t just oversized. It looked off.

He tilted his head slightly. “That one’s huge on you.”

You looked up, startled. You tugged at the cuffs like you wanted them to cover even more of you. “I like this one,” you said. “It’s comfy.”

He didn’t answer. He just sat down beside you, close but not cornering, and looked at you again.

You weren’t cold. The pullover was too warm for this weather. You hadn’t layered anything underneath it either; it hung loose, shapeless. And the way you kept fidgeting with the fabric, pulling the collar a little higher, it wasn’t comfort. It was something else.

“Did something happen?” he asked quietly.

You took a second to answer. Your shoulders tensed before you spoke.

“I don’t like how I look right now.”

The sentence was quiet, but it felt like it echoed. He blinked once. The words weren’t a surprise, but hearing them said out loud still landed like a weight on the chest.

“Because you’re underweight?” he asked. Not unkind, just honest.

You nodded.

He looked at you for a while longer. Your face, your hands, the way you were trying to vanish into the pullover like it could undo whatever was bothering you. He thought back on the past few days, how you’d seemed quieter than usual. Slower to meet his eyes. Always tugging your sleeves down.

“I should’ve noticed sooner,” he said.

“It’s not your job to,” you replied.

He let out a soft breath.

“You wear my clothes all the time,” he said. “But today you picked one that hides everything.”

You didn’t respond.

He reached out carefully and pushed back one of the sleeves, just enough to uncover your hand. His fingers brushed against yours, warm and solid.

“You don’t have to disappear in my clothes,” he said. “You’re not too little. You’re just hurting.”

You swallowed hard. You didn’t pull your hand away.

“I know what it feels like,” he continued. “Wanting to hide in something bigger. Thinking that if no one notices you, you won’t have to notice yourself either.”

You turned your head. Your voice cracked a little when you said his name.

“I’m not mad,” he said. “I’m just trying to understand what you need. I can be quiet. I can sit here and say nothing, if that helps. Or we can talk. You don’t have to fix it right now.”

You hesitated, then said, “Just stay.”

He nodded once. “Okay.”

And he did. No lectures. No pity. Just a quiet hand resting near yours. His presence is a constant source of comfort and security. He wasn’t going anywhere until you were ready to come out from under the fabric on your own.

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Hi!! I notired your requests were open and wanted to jump at the chance to submit mine!

Basically, you know how Jinu reacted when he realized he could no longer hear Gwi-Ma's voice when he was with Rumi after the song Free? I was wondering, how would the other Saja boys reacting to realizing they cant hear Gwi-Ma's voice when they're with the reader?

The Silence that Follows You

Tags: Jinu excluded, gn!reader, absence of gwi-ma

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Romance

Notices immediately but panics and overcompensates with flirting.

Jokes that you must be his “angel,” but means it seriously.

Without Gwi-Ma’s voice in his head, he feels strangely bare, as if someone else is watching now, and it's you. And he’d be alright with that.

Keeps showing up with no reason and never explains why.

Abby

He realizes it mid-conversation, halfway through a sentence he normally wouldn’t dare say aloud.

Notices how relaxed his shoulders feel, and it freaks him out a little.

He quietly tests it over the next few days, walking in and out of the room just to confirm that the silence only exists when you’re near.

Eventually just accepts it and starts humming around you like he used to before demonhood.

Mystery

The first time he notices, he doesn’t say a word; he just goes still, listening closely, waiting for Gwi-Ma’s voice to return—completely disbelieving that it’s truly gone.

His gaze lingers on you longer than usual—not out of suspicion, but concentration, like he's trying to understand why it’s quiet.

Starts seeking your company in silence. You sit together without words for hours.

He seems calmer afterward. Less reactive. Like something’s been loosened inside him.

Baby

He doesn’t trust the silence; he suspects it’s some kind of trap. Watches you carefully, like you’re doing it on purpose.

He realizes it happens every time—no voice echoing in his head, no pressure tightening in his chest. Even the suffocating pull of his demonic marks feels distant, like it’s been lifted entirely.

Starts sitting closer and makes a clever line every time.

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Okay so, this request is kinda based off a headcannon I had, so bear with me. Assuming the Saja boys are at least a few hundred years old, they probably arnt accustomed to more modern knowledge and how much more humans understand about the world, so may I request a reader who claims they like watching documentaries, specifically animal documentaries, but really they just put them on to see the boys reactions of awe and amazement to things they couldn't have even imagined in their life times?

In the Presence of Beasts They Could Never Imagine

Tags: gn!reader, platonic, saja boys being confused by science, deep sea documentary night,

this gave me a reason to finally watch the deep sea documentary i wanted to watch. it was literally rotting in my "watch later"

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The room was quiet, save for the hum of the TV and the soft flicker of deep ocean blues lighting the boys’ faces. You had the remote in one hand and a cup of instant noodles in the other. Onscreen, a calm narrator spoke over footage of slow-moving creatures in the pitch-black sea. The camera panned across a red-lit dragonfish as it drifted in complete silence.

“In the midnight zone, pressure exceeds 400 atmospheres. Sunlight never reaches this depth.”

Baby, sitting on the floor with a bowl of spicy popcorn he wasn’t touching anymore, leaned forward slightly.

“What is that thing even doing?” he asked. “Did it just flash light at its own food?”

You didn’t look away from the screen. “It produces red bioluminescence, so it can see prey that can’t see it back. It’s not common; most sea creatures can’t detect red light.”

He stared. “That’s ridiculous.”

Romance, curled up at the far end of the couch with his legs crossed, tilted his head. “It looks like something Gwi-Ma would design just to be cruel.”

“Gwi-Ma could never come up with something that petty,” Baby said. “It’s too creative.”

Jinu, who’d been quiet so far, spoke up from beside you. “How long have humans known about this?”

You shrugged. “The last ten, fifteen years or so. A lot of it’s pretty recent. Submersibles and deep-sea cameras made it possible.”

He didn’t respond, but his expression changed. You couldn’t quite place it—maybe something between quiet frustration and disbelief. Abby glanced over at him, then back at the TV.

The scene cut to a dumbo octopus slowly flapping its way through the water.

“That looks like a plush toy,” Abby said flatly. “It doesn’t even have bones. What is it doing with its life?”

“It’s gelatinous, so it can survive the pressure,” you explained. “Most things down there are. Also, it doesn’t need to swim fast. It’s not running from anything.”

Romance looked oddly moved by that. “That’s peaceful. I like that one.”

Mystery hadn’t said anything yet, but you noticed he was watching more closely than usual. His head was tilted slightly, and his hand was resting still against the edge of the couch. He flinched when the scene transitioned again—this time to a close-up of an ultra-black fish.

“The skin of this species reflects less than 0.5% of light,” the narrator explained. “This camouflage allows it to disappear entirely into the darkness.”

Abby leaned forward, squinting at the screen. “It vanishes completely. That thing’s more secretive than Mystery.”

You smiled. “It’s not pigment. Its skin has microscopic structures that trap light. The texture itself bends and absorbs it.”

Jinu exhaled slowly. “So humans figured that out while we were in the Demon Realm, rotting under Gwi-Ma’s orders.”

“Pretty much,” you said.

There was a pause. Then a cut to a new topic. The male anglerfish.

You didn’t say anything. You just let it play out.

“…after locating a female using pheromones, the male bites into her and fuses permanently. Over time, he is absorbed into her body and reduced to a pair of reproductive organs nourished by her bloodstream.”

Nobody moved.

“He becomes… a what?” Abby asked.

“A living sperm sack,” you said.

Romance turned to you, face blank. “And this is normal.”

You nodded. “Some species have multiple males fused into one female. It’s efficient.”

Mystery finally spoke. “That is a curse.”

Baby looked genuinely uncomfortable. “They’re not even demons. They’re just like that.”

You took a bite of noodles and said nothing.

When the narrator shifted to siphonophores, the room tensed again. A glowing ribbon-like creature drifted across the screen, translucent and impossibly long.

“This colonial organism is composed of specialized clones known as zooids, functioning together as one body.”

Abby exhaled loudly and rubbed his face. “That’s not one creature. That’s a crowd pretending to be a single animal.”

You glanced at him. “You’re saying that like you five aren’t demons pretending to be a boy band.”

“We were assembled for a purpose,” Baby said, eyes still on the screen. “That thing just formed itself and decided to live that way.”

Romance shook his head. “I don’t understand how any of this evolved.”

You shrugged. “No one really does. That’s why we keep watching.”

The documentary moved on to the diel vertical migration. A swarm of plankton and predators rises together in the dark.

“It’s the largest migration on Earth,” you said. “It happens every single night.”

Jinu watched the screen like he was watching an empire fall. “And we missed all of this.”

Mystery didn’t respond, but his posture stiffened.

Romance leaned back, arms crossed, eyes on the flickering swarm. “Look at everything that changed.”

“I don’t know,” you said. “Maybe this was always here. You just didn’t know to look for it.”

No one spoke for a while. Then Abby said, “Can we go back to watching K-dramas?”

“No,” you said. “Next week’s parasites.”

“I want to leave,” Baby whispered.

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hi! i wanna ask for a jealous baby x gn!reader fic lol. he’s my favourite saja and i really need more of him. Even what i write doesn’t satisfy my brain worms. Hope you can write this!

No One Else Gets This

Tags: gn!reader, fluff with possessive undertones, jealous!baby, protective behavior, first relationship, public date setting, food market date

ahhh baby saja... proper name.... place name... backstory stuff...

He’s never done this before. Not the dating part; the public part. The walking-around-with-someone-he-likes kind of thing. His hoodie is zipped up, cap pulled low, silver chain tucked beneath his shirt. Sunglasses hang from his collar, more for show than anything. The market lights above cast a soft, uneven warmth over everything.

You’re beside him, chewing on a pork skewer with sauce smeared on your cheek. You're grinning at nothing in particular, swaying slightly with the music playing from someone’s portable speaker a few stalls away.

He could stay in this moment forever.

Then someone ruins it.

“Hey,” a voice says behind you. “Sorry, just couldn’t help noticing you. You’re really cute.”

You blink and start to turn, confused. There’s a guy—probably your age, maybe a little older. Relaxed posture. Easy smile. The type that seems harmless.

But not harmless enough.

Before you can open your mouth, Baby steps in front of you. Not fast or aggressive, just decisive. He doesn’t raise his voice. Doesn’t square up or curse the guy out. But something shifts in the air, heavy and tense. You feel it immediately; the kind of pressure that makes your skin crawl without knowing why.

“They’re not available,” Baby says. His voice is calm, but final.

The guy puts his hands up, defensive. “Whoa, I didn’t know—chill, man.”

“I am chill,” Baby replies. His tone doesn’t change, but his eyes are different now. Flat. Unreadable. “That was me being polite.”

The guy mutters something and disappears into the crowd.

You peek out from behind Baby, raising your brow. “You good?”

He turns to you, jaw tight.

“He looked at you like he thought he had a shot,” he mutters.

“He asked if I was single. You answered before I could.”

He squints a little. “Yeah. You’re welcome.”

You try not to laugh. “You really don’t like it when people talk to me, huh?”

He doesn’t answer. Just pulls out another skewer from the bag and starts chewing, eyes darting back and forth like he’s still on edge.

“I’ve never dated anyone before,” he says after a long pause. “Never had to share someone. Never wanted to.”

You go quiet for a second. Not because you don’t know what to say—just letting him have space to finish.

He finally looks at you again. “But then there’s you. And I want to be out here with you. Want to eat greasy food and go on walks like we’re normal people. But no one else should get to look at you like that.”

You don’t respond right away. You reach up and wipe a little sauce from the corner of his mouth with your sleeve.

“You’re kind of hot when you’re scary,” you say.

He chokes slightly on the skewer.

“I’m always hot,” he grumbles. “Even when I’m not scary.”

You press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re doing great, first-time boyfriend.”

He scoffs. “Shut up. I’d fight a whole crowd for you.”

You smile. “I know.”

The two of you go back to eating under the warm, blinking market lights. And for a while, it really does feel normal.

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Hi! can I ask for a Mystery headcanon with a gn!reader who likes playfighting when work leaves them feeling tense or as a way to bond?

When you playfight with Mystery

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, post-stress bonding, playfighting

this so cute and chaotic. personally, im a biter. my best friend can vouch for me.

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Would teleport in different parts of your home—up the fridge, inside the cupboard, in the bathtub HE'S IN THE WALLS—to see if you can catch him.

He never fights back hard—just enough to match your energy. He holds back instinctively, careful with where he touches you, even when you go all out.

If you're stressed, if you've had a long day and need to throw a few harmless jabs just to shake off the tension, he lets you. Doesn't even ask questions. Just stands there and lets you take little swings until your breathing evens out.

Then, quietly, he'll catch your wrists in his hands. Not to stop you, but to steady you.

Once, he let out the tiniest laugh when you tackled him onto the couch.

He never initiates, but if you start it, he’ll always be down.

And when you’re finally tired, when your limbs go loose and the adrenaline wears off, he’s the first to pull you close and whisper, "You okay now?"

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Beach Day Discovery

Tags: fem!reader, fluff, slight thirst, first vacation together, navel piercing reveal, boys being stunned

this is purely for self-indulgence bc i got a navel piercing

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Jinu

He’s still spreading out your shared towel when you peel off your shirt and toss it into your bag. His eyes flicker up without thinking—then freeze.

The little glint of silver on your stomach catches the sun just right.

He stares. Says nothing. Then, slowly, his head tilts.

"You’ve had that the whole time?"

You smirk. "Several months now, actually."

He presses his lips together like he’s trying not to smile. "It suits you."

Later, you catch him sneaking glances. He doesn’t touch—it’s not like him to be bold in public—but the way his eyes keep drifting down says enough. He’s curious. Dying to ask. Maybe even tempted to find out how it feels under his fingertips.

Romance

You stretch your arms above your head as you peel off your shirt, the breeze kissing your skin. The sun hits your navel piercing in just the right way, subtle but impossible to miss.

Romance notices immediately.

His eyes flick down, then back to yours. Calm, unreadable—but his gaze lingers a second too long.

"That new?"

You shake your head. "Had it for a while."

He hums. A slow smile pulls at his lips. "You’ve been keeping secrets."

"It’s not a secret. Just never came up."

He steps closer. Not too close. But enough for you to feel it.

"You should show it off more often," he says quietly. "Or just show me. Alone."

Abby

He’s minding his own business, sipping from a coconut, when you shrug off your cover-up.

A second later, he chokes.

You hurry over. "Are you okay?"

He waves you off, coughing. "Yeah, yeah, I just... wasn’t expecting the... uh."

He gestures toward your stomach like the sight physically knocked him off balance.

"Oh. The piercing?"

He nods a little too fast. "That. It’s cute. You’re cute. I’m fine."

Spoiler: he’s not.

He spends the rest of the day trying not to look again, then failing completely and pretending he wasn’t. When you tease him, he gets red all over again.

Mystery

You slip your shirt over your head and barely get it into your bag before you feel it—his gaze, sharp and focused.

You glance over.

He’s staring. His eyes drop to your stomach, then flick back up.

"You pierced your navel," he says like he's confirming something unreal.

"Mm-hmm."

He nods. Says nothing else.

You think that’s the end of it... until you’re rubbing sunscreen onto your stomach and notice him zoning out. Not even blinking.

When you raise a brow at him, he turns away like nothing happened.

His ears are red. You don’t miss that. But not before you catch the faintest shade of pink in his ears.

Baby

You’re the first to run into the water, kicking up salt and sand in your wake. He chases after you—then skids to a halt.

"Wait, hold up. What’s that on your tummy?"

You grin, lift your shirt slightly. "Like it?"

He gapes. "That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen."

Immediately tries to act cool, but he’s blushing and making a mess of his words. Ends up splashing you just to hide his face.

Later, while you’re lying on your towel, he leans over and goes, "So like... does it hurt if I touch it? Or is that off-limits?"

You roll your eyes. “Behave.”

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How would the Saja boys react to the reader, who has never had their ear peirced, getting pierced the exact same way and getting matching earrings to them? And seeing as Baby doesn't have piercings, maybe the reader tries to talk him into getting matching piercings, or just refuses to get their ears peirced simply to match him?

Getting piercings to match them

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, humor, reader gets piercings, matching accessories, baby is dramatic, ear piercings, casual intimacy, light teasing

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Jinu

He notices the silver hoops right away, eyes lingering.

"New?"

You nod, tugging on one playfully. "Wanted to match."

He tilts his head, then breaks into the softest smile.

"...You didn’t have to."

"I wanted to."

He reaches out, thumb brushing the metal at your ear. His expression is unreadable for a beat. Then he leans in, close enough to feel his breath on your cheek.

"Looks better on you," he murmurs.

Romance

You show up to meet him, swaying slightly so the new teardrop earrings catch the light.

He stares. Blinks. Stares again.

"No," he says, voice flat. "No way."

"What?"

He walks up and flicks the dangling jewel with one finger. "You seriously copied me?"

"Is that a problem?"

He groans dramatically, then pulls you into his chest and sighs.

"You can’t just steal my brand and then look hotter than me. That’s just wrong."

Abby

You tell him you’re getting new piercings. He shows up to your appointment with snacks and moral support.

Then halfway through your second ear, he blurts,

"Do you think I’d look good with one too?"

You blink. "Wait... what?"

He shrugs, almost sheepishly. "I mean, it’d be cool, right?"

"You're doing it just to match me,” you accuse, grinning

He grins right back. "Obviously."

By the time you’re both done, you’ve got identical studs and an entire camera roll of blurry selfies.

Mystery

You show up with the piercings and say nothing. You just stand there, hoping he’ll notice.

His eyes trail up to your ears and his jaw actually drops. For a second, it’s like he forgets how to breathe.

“…You copied me.”

The words fall flat, but his ears are visibly red. He steps closer and squints at the detail near your lobe.

“You even got the little tetrahedron?”

You nod, trying not to grin. “Was wondering how long it’d take you to notice.”

He doesn’t say anything else. Just stares for a beat longer than necessary, then walks off very quickly.

Baby

He was very much against the idea.

"You’re letting someone stab your face? For fashion?"

Then he finds out you're getting it to match someone else.

"...Who?"

"Romance has this dangly one I thought was cool—"

"I’m getting mine done too," he says immediately.

"You literally said you'd never—"

"Shut up. I'm not letting you match with Romance."

Cut to both of you side by side at the shop. Baby’s sweating, clenching the armrest like he’s in labor, but refuses to flinch.

"Totally fine," he grits out. "Not crying. You crying?"

You’re not. He totally is.

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Could you Maybe do the saja boys (separately) with an s/o who chose to become a demon without them knowing? Not realizing the consequences of that choice?

What Have You Become

Tags: gn!reader, angst, emotional fallout, misunderstandings, reader makes a deal with gwima, soft betrayal, guilt and regret

this was heartbreaking for me ngl :(

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Jinu

He sees the marks and freezes.

"Is that what I think it is?"

You don’t answer.

His face hardens; the silence between you stretches out, long and tense.

"You made a deal," he says quietly. "Without telling me."

You try to explain, but the words fall flat. Even you can hear how flimsy they sound.

He exhales through his nose, jaw tight. "Do you even know what you gave up? Or did he just say what you wanted to hear?"

When you reach for him, he steps back.

"I thought we were building something real," he says, voice low. "But you made yourself one of us without ever trusting me enough to say it out loud."

Romance

"You did what?"

You’re already bracing for shouting, for doors slammed and walls walked through. But it never comes.

He exhales; it’s slow, and somehow worse than anger. "Why didn’t you talk to me first?"

You try to explain that it felt right at the time. That you were hurting. That it made sense then.

He wipes his eyes with the back of his hand. "Of all people... you didn’t have to carry it alone."

Then softer, more tired than bitter, "Now you’re one of us. That’s forever, you know."

But he still cups your face in his hands like he’s afraid Gwi-ma’s influence on you would get stronger if he let go.

Abby

He finds the marks when you’re curled up against him. You don’t even notice him go still until you feel his breath catch.

"That’s Gwi-Ma’s," he says.

You nod. "I didn’t want you to worry."

He lets out a short laugh, but it’s hollow. "I worry about you anyway. I thought we were supposed to help each other through things like this."

He pulls away, just slightly, to wipe his eyes with the edge of his sleeve.

Then he breathes in, then out. When he looks at you again, he’s trying so hard to smile. "Okay. We’ll deal with it."

Mystery

You don’t tell him. He finds it.

He doesn’t yell or push or ask questions. He just watches you.

You expect something. Anything. But he only lets out a breath, quiet and slow.

"You didn’t have to do this," he says.

"I thought you’d understand," you reply.

He looks at you for a long time, then pulls his hand back like touching you hurts.

"You don’t get it yet."

He doesn't say another word the rest of the night. Just lies beside you with his back turned and his breathing too even to be real sleep.

Baby

You finally show him, and he’s quiet. Longer than usual. His smile still comes, but it feels practiced.

"Guess that makes you like me now, huh?" he says. "Strong. Unstoppable. Badass."

You laugh, unsure. He nods along, hands in his pockets, rocking on his heels like he’s trying to keep himself from falling apart.

But later, when you're asleep on the couch, he sits on the floor beside you. He watches the harsh purple lines on your skin. He curses under his breath at the sight of them. Gwi-ma managed to reach you, the only good thing he’s had since he turned.

He watches you breathe, quiet and unaware, then glances back at the marks.

"You didn’t have to be strong like this," he mutters.

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Hello! I've recently found your page and have been obsessed with your Saja Boys content! After reviewing your guidelines, I've scrounged up the courage to send in an ask!

When reviewing your ask guidelines, I didnt see anything that said you wouldn't do poly relationships. Of course, if you feel uncomfortable or its easier not to do poly relationship, you can ignore or change my ask so its easier for you! BUT I had an idea!

So, Reader is Twitch/YouTube streamer and they're dating the Saja Boys (Poly Relationship). The Saja Boys know they're a streamer, and usually watch their streams from their own devices in silent support. But today, while Reader is doing a horror stream with some friends (you can choose them to be whoever you want. Actual streamers you enjoy, OC's, randoms, etc.) The boys decide to sneak into Readers stream and spook them a bit or prank them in some way.

I thought this idea would be cute/funny and its been rotting in my brain for a couple hours.

Again, feel free to ignore/change it to your liking lol. Oh! And the Boys are still idols/demons. Maybe you could do something with that? (Clearly this wasn't that thought out lol)

Again, love your work!! Keep it up! ❤️

Haunting your livestream

Tags: poly!saja boys, streamer!reader, fluff, crack, established relationship, chaotic romance

im personally not a fan of horror games and im i've been mostly into minecraft horror mods lately so i wasnt super familiar with phasmophobia. if it feels vague, thats probably why lol

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You never liked horror games.

You hated them in the “I will scream and cry and start dissociating if anything jumps out at me” kind of way. And yet… here you were. Playing Phasmophobia. Live. With your friends.

You were bundled in a fuzzy pastel blanket you bought on sale last year when you still thought you’d spend your gaming career playing cozy games. The camera was angled just enough to show your face, your headphones, and your Twitch handle glowing at the bottom left of the screen. Your chat was alive with emotes and LMAOs and people screaming right along with you.

"I swear, if this ghost breathes down my neck, I'm ending stream. I am not joking," you muttered.

A donation popped up. “You’re so brave <3”

You squinted at the username. It was Romance’s Twitch account. You smiled.

The boys always watched. Sometimes when they were free, sometimes during rehearsals or shoots, but at least one of them tuned in whenever you were live. They knew you were doing a horror stream tonight; you’d joked about it over breakfast like, “If I die screaming, please delete the VOD.”

Romance had laughed. Baby, of course, had grinned like a child who’d just been handed a lighter and said, “Or I could make it worse.”

Twenty minutes into gameplay, your character walked past a door in-game. It creaked. You jumped. The door creaked again. You screamed.

"NOPE," you shouted, curling tighter into your blanket. "Nope nope nope."

Your chat lost its mind. Someone sent another dono.

“Was that a silhouette behind you or am I tripping lol”

You froze. Looked at the camera. Looked behind you. Nothing.

"Guys don’t do that, oh my god," you hissed. "I’m seriously gonna ban all of you."

Someone clipped the moment. You watched it. The shadows behind you had moved strangely. You turned back around. Tried to shake it off. It was probably just bad lighting.

And then the lights flickered. Once. Twice.

You blinked. Looked at your setup. Looked up at the ceiling.

"...Okay. Funny. Very funny."

You kept going. Your friends were screaming in VC; the ghost was hunting in-game. You turned a corner, barely had time to react before something touched your leg under the desk. Cool fingers, a light touch but, it felt real enough to make your skin crawl.

You screamed. Actually screamed. Pulled your legs up onto the chair and kicked the blanket off like it betrayed you. "Oh my god. Oh my god."

Your mic caught every shaky inhale. Your friends were wheezing, convinced you were just too immersed. Chat was a war zone of scream emojis.

Then the door creaked open, and you jumped, heart lurching before you even looked.

You turned fast, bracing for anything—then breathed out when you saw him.

Of course, it was Mystery. He always showed up at the worst possible times. He stood there in an oversized shirt, hair a little messy, bangs somehow still in place.

"You okay?" he asked, voice quiet. He wasn’t even in frame.

You blinked at him, still catching your breath. Your mouth parted, brain playing catch-up.

“Why... why are you here?”

He stared. "...You were screaming."

"YEAH, because there are ghosts—"

He just nodded and walked out. No explanation. No twitch of a smirk. Nothing to suggest he was involved.

You ended the stream red-faced, half-laughing, half-wheezing, still shaking.

"Thank you for watching. I'm gonna go cry or eat ice cream or something. Maybe both. Bye."

You logged off, peeled off your headphones, and dragged yourself out of your room wrapped in a blanket like it could protect you.

They were all there.

Baby was splayed out on the couch like he didn’t just crawl under your desk. Romance was sipping from your favorite mug. Abby barely looked up from his phone. Mystery stood by the window, expression unreadable. Jinu was perched on the armrest, guilt painted all over his face.

You didn’t even say hi. You launched straight into your rant.

“Guys, you will not believe what just happened. I swear something touched my leg under the desk, and the lights were flickering, and the chat kept telling me there was a silhouette behind me, and I thought I was gonna die. I nearly ended the stream twice. Twice.”

They let you spiral.

Baby bit his lip. Romance sipped his tea suspiciously slowly. Mystery blinked. Abby’s smirk was barely there. Jinu winced.

You pointed at him. “Jinu. Don’t give me that look.”

He cracked. “Okay. Wait. Don’t get mad.”

Your stomach dropped. “What?”

“It was us.”

"What do you mean by ‘us’?"

Romance was already laughing. “You were so cute. All curled up like, ‘oh no, the ghost is gonna eat me!’”

"Baby was under the desk," Jinu muttered, clearly regretting his entire life.

"You TOUCHED me?"

"Just a little," Baby grinned. Zero guilt.

"...Why?"

"We missed you," Baby said, way too sweet. "And you’re adorable when you’re terrified."

You dropped onto the couch with a groan. “I hate all of you.”

But they were already piling around you. Jinu kissed your temple. Mystery gently guided your legs over his lap. Romance leaned in and whispered, “Don’t be mad.”

And even though you wanted to pout and throw a pillow, you let yourself melt into them anyway.

You still refuse to play horror games again; but only because your boyfriends are somehow scarier than the ghosts.

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Hiii~

Love your writing very much<3 wanted to ask if you could do something like - Saja boys just learn that some demon tried to take your soul(and failed because of unknown reasons)?

I mean, if it’s on early stages of relationship/ knowing each other, because if it would be already something serious between each other, then it’s pretty obvious what the reaction could be. When in the beginning there could be many possibilities of their actions, emotions. Thank you in advance<3

<sorry if request is written strange, English is not my first language but I’m trying my best 😭>

What the Darkness Couldn't Take

Tags: gn!reader, secret identities, protective behavior, hidden relationship, lying to protect reader, early relationship

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Jinu

He finds you in the stairwell, clutching your chest, your breath ragged and uneven. There’s panic in your eyes; he doesn’t need you to speak. He already knows.

You try anyway. “There was this guy. I thought he was just asking for directions or something, but then his eyes—”

You can’t finish. Your throat closes up.

“Probably just someone high,” Jinu says, too casually. “Weirdos like that hang around this area sometimes.”

His hand settles on your shoulder like it’s nothing, like it isn’t the only thing holding you upright. “You’re okay now, right?”

You nod. He nods back.

What you don’t know is that whatever came for you was seconds from ripping your soul out until he walked in. Until it saw him. It ran.

You don’t ask why he keeps glancing behind him as he leads you down the hall. You don’t comment when he mutters something in a language you've never heard under his breath.

“I’ll walk you home,” he says, his tone gentle but firm.

He doesn’t let go of your wrist the entire way.

Romance

"Whoa, whoa, slow down. What happened?" His tone shifts the moment he sees your face. You’re still catching your breath, words spilling out in pieces. You don’t even remember how you got to him. But he’s listening. The smirk he usually wears is gone.

You tell him about the cold. The pressure. The way your chest felt like something was being pulled from it. Something you couldn’t see, but knew was real.

His expression flattens. Not in disbelief—he’s just too still all of a sudden.

"That’s... probably stress. You’ve been tired, right? Sleep-deprived? It could’ve been sleep paralysis or a night terror. People hallucinate stuff like that all the time." He says it with a shrug and a soft smile like it’s nothing to worry about. Like he didn’t just lie through his teeth.

You nod. Hesitantly. It almost makes sense, so you let yourself believe it. He seems relieved you bought it.

He walks you home and doesn’t say much after that. Just stays close. Hands in his pockets. Watching everything.

Later that night, long after your lights go out, he disappears into a back alley. His voice is quiet when he speaks—careful like he’s trying not to wake something.

The name he mutters sounds like it’s burning on his tongue.

He’s going to find whoever thought they could take you. And he’s going to make sure they never try again.

Abby

You’re shaking when you find him backstage. You don’t even remember texting him to come, but he’s already there, hunched over and breathless like he ran the whole way.

You tell him everything. The shadow that followed you. The sudden chill that settled in your spine. The way your chest clenched like something was being pulled out of it. You don’t try to make it sound rational. You’re too scared to.

His face shifts. It isn’t fear exactly; it’s something heavier than that. His brows knit, and he swallows hard, like your words just confirmed something he was hoping wasn’t real.

He takes your hand. His grip is steady and warm. It helps you breathe.

“That kind of fear messes with your head,” he says. “You get overwhelmed, your body starts protecting itself. You probably just had a panic attack.”

It’s not the most convincing lie, and he knows that. But he says it calmly. You believe him because you want it to make sense.

He walks you home. Waits at your door until you lock it. Smiles when you say goodnight.

Later, in the studio, he doesn’t smile. Not even close. He stands in front of the mirror, fists clenched at his sides, and then—without thinking—he hits it. Again. And again. The glass shatters on the third punch. He doesn’t stop until his hand is dripping.

It’s not just anger. It’s guilt. And fear. And the unbearable thought that someone else tried to take what he hadn’t even let himself admit he wanted.

Mystery

You bring it up casually, like it’s just a strange detail in your day. "I think someone tried to grab me earlier. It was weird. I felt… off."

He stops. Doesn’t say anything at first. Then turns to face you completely.

"Where?"

Just that. One word. But his voice is steady in a way that makes your skin prickle.

You shrug, trying to remember.

"Somewhere near the convenience store. I don’t know. It might’ve been nothing. Just a guy standing too close, maybe."

He doesn’t speak right away. You can’t tell if he’s thinking or just waiting for you to say more.

"Probably just a mugger," he says, finally. "You okay now?"

You nod, and that’s enough for him. He doesn’t ask any more questions. Doesn’t press. Just walks you home, silent like usual, only occasionally glancing your way when he thinks you’re not looking.

Baby

“What do you mean someone tried to grab your soul?” His voice comes out too loud, sharp at the edges, like he’s barely holding it together.

You give him a look. “I didn’t even tell you that part.”

He freezes. His mouth opens, then closes again. “Lucky guess,” he mumbles.

You tell him everything. The cold. The flickering shadows. The way your body locked up like something unseen had pinned you in place. He doesn’t interrupt, but he starts pacing halfway through, muttering something under his breath. The words don’t sound like anything you’ve heard before.

He stops suddenly. “Probably sleep paralysis,” he says, a little too cheerfully now. “Or dehydration. People hallucinate when they’re low on fluids. Eat some watermelon or something.”

You blink. “Watermelon?”

“For hydration,” he says with a shrug, like that explains everything.

You let it go, even though it doesn’t sit right.

But he doesn’t.

Later that night, he finds the thing that tried to take you. No questions. No warnings. He doesn’t let it leave in one piece.

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Hi Hiiiiii- i LOVE ur baby stuff like its actually so good ive read several of them too many times- i was wondering if u could do a jinu x reader fluff where is just like a day in the life with him, derpy (the blue tiger) and sussie (the bird)- wither it be thought their day or a certain time i will eat it up! (i think it would be cute if there was a scene where everyones going to bed- jinu and reader are cuddling- derpy on the edge of the bed and sussie like on the head board) TYSM DRINK WATER!

Slow Days Feel Like This

Tags: gn!reader, fluff, slice of life, established relationship, domesticity, light humor, cuddles and cozy moments, found family

You wake to the soft warmth of Jinu's arms around you, his breath steady against your neck. The room is dim, filled with the gentle hum of early morning; for once, everything is still. His fingers twitch slightly in his sleep, the only hint that he's beginning to wake.

You turn slightly to face him. His lashes rest against his cheeks, and his brow is furrowed like he's caught in the middle of some intense dream. You smile and brush your thumb along his cheek until his eyes flutter open.

"Morning," he murmurs, his voice husky with sleep.

You don’t reply. You just nestle closer. He pulls you in, tighter than before, as if letting go isn’t an option.

Then something large and heavy flops onto the bed, jostling both of you.

"Oof—Derpy," Jinu groans.

You push back the covers to see a giant, fluffy mass sprawled across your legs. Derpy, Jinu’s blue tiger-looking not-a-cat, chirps in triumph and begins to purr. Loudly. The bed dips dangerously under his weight.

"We're being smothered," you whisper.

"He thinks he’s helping," Jinu says, scratching behind Derpy’s ear.

From the windowsill, Susie lets out a croaky caw, adjusting the tiny gat balanced on their six-eyed head. The hat slips; they fix it with practiced ease.

Eventually, Derpy rolls off and begins fussing with the lamp he knocked over. You both watch as he gently bumps it upright and pats it into place like he’s apologizing.

"You’re such a weirdo," Jinu says, fondly.

He pulls on a hoodie and helps you sit up. "Come on. Let's do breakfast."

Jinu fries eggs while you make coffee. The kitchen is filled with the sound of quiet humming and the occasional thump of Derpy’s tail. Susie perches on the top shelf, watching everything with a judgmental glare.

After breakfast, the four of you head out, but not somewhere crowded. Jinu knows a quiet field, tucked between tree lines just outside the city. Derpy bounds ahead, leaving crushed grass and startled birds in his wake. Susie flits from tree to tree, shrieking at anything smaller than them.

Jinu spreads a blanket while you unpack snacks. Derpy disappears into a bush and returns with a stick twice his size. Susie tries to steal a cookie.

You nap under a tree while Jinu draws in his notebook. Every so often, you hear him hum or mutter to himself. When you open your eyes again, the sky is pink.

Jinu helps pack everything up. Derpy is covered in leaves. Susie looks smug.

Back home, the night unwinds slowly. Music plays low from a speaker. You curl up on the couch with Jinu under a shared blanket while takeout containers sit forgotten on the table. Derpy sprawls across the doorway, snoring. Susie claims the TV as their new throne.

You brush your teeth together, bumping shoulders and laughing at toothpaste foam. Jinu hums something soft and unfamiliar. You wonder if it’s a melody he's writing.

When you finally crawl into bed, Jinu wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you close. Derpy takes up most of the foot of the bed. Susie perches on the headboard, eyes half-lidded, their tiny hat still slightly crooked.

"Good day," Jinu whispers.

You nod. Eyes closing. Breathing slowing.

The quiet is full of comfort. Tomorrow will start the same.

You fall asleep in his arms, safe in this strange, perfect little life.

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hi, everyone!!

just a quick heads up that asks are temporarily closed for now. i really do love hearing from you, but most of the messages i’ve been getting are fic requests. i closed those a few days ago, but more kept popping up. i want to take some time to clear out what’s already in my inbox before classes start on august 18.

once i’ve caught up and settled into my new schedule, i’ll let you all know if i’m opening them again. thank you for understanding 💗

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Hiiii bbyyyy may I request Baby saja smut

Where fem! reader is squirting for the first time and she doesn't understand what's happening as she hugs Baby tightly as he already balls deep in her as she squirts🥀🥀

Soaked the Bed

Tags: fem!reader, vaginal sex, squirting, overstimulation, creampie

oh my god hoeeee thats so hot. love it🌶️

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You don’t know how long it’s been. Everything’s a blur—heat, pressure, the sound of his voice in your ear as he rocks into you like he’s got nowhere else to be. Your thighs are trembling on his shoulders. Your arms are locked around his neck like you’re holding on for dear life.

And then something shifts. A tight coil in your belly snaps all at once—and your whole body jerks.

You gasp. Something rushes out of you, sudden and warm, and for a second, you panic. You don’t know what just happened. You’re still shaking; your breath catches in your throat.

"Wait, did I—?" Your voice wobbles. You don’t even know how to finish the question.

Baby groans as your body clenches hard around him, and something snaps—your whole body jerks, a sudden gush soaking the sheets beneath you.

He stills for a second, then shifts on his knees, eyes dropping between you.

The smirk on his face is immediate.

“What was that, huh?” he teases, voice low and warm in your ear.

Your eyes go wide. “I—oh my god—wait, did I—” You push at his shoulder, panicking. “Was that pee? I didn’t mean to—I swear I didn’t mean to—”

He doesn’t pull away in disgust like you expected him to. Instead, he rocks his hips again; The wet sounds between you echo with every thrust, sticky and relentless. He groans against your ear.

“You hear that? That’s you,” he whispers. “You squirted all over me and you’re still dripping.”

You gasp for air. “Baby... Baby, give me a minute,” you stammer, barely able to catch your breath.

Your fingers dig into his shoulder blades, desperate for some kind of pause, some signal that he’d slow down or pull away. But it only spurs him on; he groans, thrusting deeper, more deliberately, like your reaction is exactly what he wanted.

He’s unrelenting. Each movement pushes deeper, reaching parts of you that hadn’t been touched until now. Your body trembles under the pressure; it’s overwhelming. You’re not sure how much more you can take.

“Uh-uh,” he says, voice rough against your ear. “You’re doing so well, precious. Take it. Take it.”

His tone is low, encouraging, but laced with something darker. Not cruel—just determined. Like he’s set on pulling every last bit of pleasure from you, no matter how wrecked you sound trying to keep up.

Then it happens again—your body tightens, twitching beneath him, and there’s another rush of wetness between you. It catches him off guard.

“Shit,” he breathes, his rhythm faltering for the first time. His grip on your hips tightens. “You just did it again.”

You can barely respond, too busy gasping for air, trying to ground yourself through the haze. Your mind is spinning, but his isn’t faring much better.

“God, you don’t even know what that does to me,” he groans, rocking into you with less control now. “You’re squeezing so tight— can’t—”

He cuts himself off with a deep, guttural sound as his hips stutter hard against yours. He stills, buried deep, and you feel it—the warmth, sudden and unmistakable, blooming inside you.

He lets out a long exhale, forehead dropping to your shoulder. For a moment, neither of you say anything.

Then he lifts his head, looking a little dazed but smug as hell.

“…Okay,” he says, voice a little breathless. “So that just happened.”

You blink at him, cheeks hot. “Did you just—?”

“I didn’t mean to,” he admits, not sounding sorry at all. “You squirted twice. What was I supposed to do? Have self-control?”

You groan and hide your face in his neck. “Baby.”

He laughs, nosing into your hair. “No regrets.”

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Anon whos Mom watched Kpop Demon Hunters update: Halfway through I had to leave to walk our dog, but before I left she said "I actually really like this movie, its good!" I straight up told her "Thats good, cause Ive been obsessed with it for the past month.". She was still watching it when I got back.

Ok, im invested.

You need to make her listen to all the songs. Maybe not ask her outright. Just play the songs in the background until she notices. I also need to know if she’s into huntr/x or saja boys more. And who her favorite character is. Dang ur mom is cool

- bibi xoxo