#I was just scrolling through a bit to see if any of them were good

[angelicblondie]

influencer!reader on stream with fwb!chris contains: suggestive content, fluff, a hint of angst (if you squint)

you had been sitting in the gamer chair besides chris for about 15 minutes, joining him in his room out of boredom. he himself had gotten bored of the game he was playing on stream, so he turned it off and the two of you sat casually talking to the chat, chris mainly.

your knees were pulled up to your chest, you chin resting on them as you scrolled on your phone, tuning in every now and then.

part of the reason you were such good friends with chris, and all the tripplets in general, was largely due to the fact that it was always just so easy. there was never any pressure to have to go out and do something, sometimes all you needed to do was chill and hang out together and you were satisfied.

"yo, wheres your top from?"

your head snaps up. "hm?"

chris turns to you. "someone wants to know where your tops from."

you turn your head to the side to try and get a glimpse of the tag. "uh i dunno, can you check?" you ask.

he nods and leans down, placing his hands on the back of your chair to turn you around, slipping his soft fingers into the back of your top to lift it away for a second, checking the tag. your heart jumps a bit at the gentle touch, and you swallow, turning your head to try and get a glimpse of him.

"it says aritzia," he states, turning your chair back around so you face the front again. you hum in realization. "oh yeah, right."

you toss your phone onto the bed and lean in closer to the screen, squinting to try and read the rapid messages being sent in.

"you blind or somethin'?" chris teases, raising his brows. you whip your head around, narrowing your eyes, fighting off a smile. "i'm literally not, its just moving, like, stupid fast. why don't you stick with reading the questions, mr. 20/20 vision?"

he lifts his hands in mock surrender. "fine by me," he rubs his hands together and leans in a bit, eyes scanning the chat.

"is matt joining? nah hes sick right now," chris answers casually, leaning back in his chair and lifting one arm up to rest on the crown of his head, shirt slighty ridding up his stomach.

you watch him discreetly through the monitor, eyes glued the sliver of abdomen revealed. your attention flickers up to his eyes through the screen and you see he's already watching you, a subtle knowing smirk on his lips.

you bite the inside of your cheek through a smile, shaking your head somewhat in grief, partly wishing you two weren't on stream so you could just be all over him.

you had been friends with chris and the triplets for a couple years now, befriending them not too long after they came out to LA. you yourself were from the east coast, so you joked that you knew the importance of finding each other out there.

you had different relationships with each of them, close in different ways, but everyone knew you and chris were the closest. you hung out pretty much all the time, slept over in his room when your apartment felt especially lonely. it was common knowledge to pretty much everyone that you and chris were inseparable.

chris and your relationship had shifted quite a lot in the past couple of months. what was once a completely platonic (though, admittedly occasionally flirty) friendship had transformed into an arrangement, containing just a few simple rules - no strings hook-up and staying best friends.

had the line blurred a bit? well sure, but that part was always inevitable. maybe the two sides to your relationship bled into each other every now and then, but it was working, so what could you do?

the nature of your relationship prior to the start of your agreement was already touchy, which of course, was only heightened once you two started hooking up.

his brothers oftened teased you two for the longest time, the thought of you two being something more sprung on them by comments shipping you and chris, so they weren't really surprised when they discovered your arrangement. chris had decided to tell them, because he was so close to them, and they probably would've found out anyways, so it would've really just been a pain to hide.

matt and nick, whilst not shocked, seemed a little...underwhelmed by the news. chris had reported back to you on how the conversation had gone, perplexed himself.

"i mean, i told them, and nick like immediately said, 'thats it?' like what the fuck does that mean?" chris asked through a frown, his brows furrowing, confused.

you sit up a bit, matching his perplexed expression. "how did you word it?"

"i just told them that we're hooking up," he said, still completely lost by his brothers response.

"what about matt? what'd he say?" you asked, curious to see what your other friend had said.

he scoffed. "he like, looked a little surprised i guess but was jus laughin' n'shakin his head."

i hum. "well, i mean, its a weird reaction, but its not bad."

christ, still looking perplexed and deep and thought nodded, a far away look in his eyes. "i guess."

though sometimes it was the cause for getting made fun of, you were glad your two other friends knew - it was nice to not have to keep it a secret in front of them.

breaking eye contact with chris, you push your chair back a bit, gasping lightly. "oh, i can see the chat wayyyy better from this angle."

he simply hummed in acknowledgment, eyes still on the screen, the remnants on the smirk still on his face.

you read the chat, eyes blinking to catch up to the questions pouring in, many of them addressing the mysteriously smug smile on his face.

you roll your eyes, laughing lightly. "ignore him, he's just weird," you reply, amusedly biting your lip softly when an offended look crosses over his features.

"you're literally on my stream," he defends.

you raise your brows. "want me to go?"

he pauses for a split second, not knowing how to response. you smile victoriously. "i mean you can stay if you want," he manages, that contagious smile and laugh breaking out, leaving you no choice but to join in.

you turn your gaze back to the screen, giggling at one question that zips by. you bite your lip, leaning over to whisper it in chris' ear.

"someone just asked what your favorite position is," you report, smiling through the words before leaning back.

he looked at you expectantly, holding that familiar confident and nonchalant exterior. "wanna tell them?" he asks, raising his brows.

you couldn't help the light blush coating your cheeks. you tongue pokes the inside of your cheek as you shake your head, shoving his arm lightly. "funny."

he chuckles, leaning back again, maintaining his amused smile.

the chat is going wild, filling the screen of questions of what just happened, whilst you search for unrelated comments, trying to change the subject.

little did you know that the measly 15 second clip would go viral the very next day, lip readers swearing up and down that you had whispered to chris something about a favorite position, leaving it up for debate whether or not you could actually answer that.

note: ahhh brings me back to my peak sturniolos era back in 2022 🥹 also happy birthday to those cuties, 22 is huuuuggggeeee😉

side note: what is up with me and fwb recently???

[that-one-girl2020]

Saja Boys x Rumi’s Sister! Reader Pt. 3

A/N: Wow. Okay this got a lot more attention than I expected it to in three days. Sorry this part took me a little longer to write but it has one-on-one interactions with each member, that’s why it’s longer than the other parts.

Also, sorry but I’ve reached the maximum number of mentions I can have in the tag list so the tag list is closed!

By majority vote, I will be giving the Saja Boys Korean names so depending on the situation and point of view, they’ll either be referred to as their stage names or their Korean names.

If you guys have any ideas for outtakes, leave them in the comments below!

TW: I needed some way for the reader’s stress to manifest, like how Rumi struggles to sing as the pattern progresses. This manifested as a form of self mutilation, mostly just scratching when stressed or anxious. Insecurity and self deprecating thoughts ahead as well!

Edit (7/11/25): Please do not steal or plagiarize my work, I worked hard on this series and have a lot of pride in it.

Word Count: 6,388

Baby: Jum (king)

Romance: Chungae (noble and love)

Mystery: Hyeon (virtuous, worthy, able)

Abby: Kwan (one who is strong)

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 4 || Part 5 || Part 6 || Part 7

The four boys knew that they had to talk to Jinu about what they found out about (Y/n) and, by default, her sister the hunter. But, they were summoned by Gwi Ma before they had a chance to. They appeared in the middle of a crowd of cheering demons so the boys fell into their idol personas, smiling and pandering to the crowd.

They couldn’t help how their chests clenched when Gwi Ma forced them back into their demon forms.

And then Jinu joined them, standing at the top of the mountain before Gwi Ma’s fire. “One of the Hunters and her sister bears my mark, but I have no control over them.”

The four boys shared looks with each other out of the corners of their eyes. Gwi Ma was in their heads, of course he already knew.

“That’s good. This means that they have shame. We’ll find out what it is and we can use it to destroy the Hunters for good,” Jinu plotted with a sly smirk.

“I’ve taught you well, Jinu.”

Gwi Ma dismissed the five boys back to the human world and they popped to the place they shared. “Hey, boss, we should talk about what we’re gonna do.”

The five spread across the living area, Kwan laying across the couch as Chungae picked up his legs so he could sit before replacing Kwan legs.

Jum sat on the ground, scrolling through his phone like he didn’t care but his eyes kept glancing up and around at the others.

Hyeon sat on the arm of the couch, picking at his lip even though he shouldn’t. It was hard to get used to not having his tusks anymore… It’s kinda become a tick at this point.

Jinu stood in front of them, “We need to find out what shame the Hunter and her sister have. To do that, we need to get close to them, make them comfortable around us.”

“You’ve had the most interaction with the Hunter, right? So she’ll be more open to you I think,” Chungae mused thoughtfully.

“But, there isn’t just one of us that the sister has spent more time with,” Jum pointed out.

None of the boys wanted to admit that they each knew your name, it would mean admitting that you had caught at least a little bit of their attention, enough to remember you.

“Well, I was the one that carried her tonight,” Chungae flipped his hair, smiling smugly.

“Hey hey, I was the one she was flirting with during the fight. And she was eyeing my abs so I should talk to her,” Kwan crossed his arms, nudging Chungae’s stomach with his foot.

“I was the one who won the spicy challenge, I feel like I should be the one to get close to her,” Jum added his own input.

Hyeon wanted to add his own argument but he didn’t think knowing your scent would really go in his favor… But his jaw itched to sink his teeth into your skin. Gently! He just wanted to bite you… affectionately…

Jinu pinched the bridge of his nose. He could see where the four were coming from and he was a bit disappointed that he already had the role of getting close to the Hunter but he couldn’t do anything about it. You were so cute when you were flustered too…

“You can all take a try at it, it’s four chances of her opening up to one of you so it should be fine. Just don’t overwhelm her or it’ll look sketchy,” Jinu told them. He dug through the stationary they had around, writing out a note for Derpy and his bird friend to deliver to the Hunter.

“I’m heading out.”

~~~

‘Was it bad that you were glad the girls hadn’t caught up to the Saja Boys…?’

You had run back to the Huntr/x tower, looking ridiculous with your arms inside your sweatshirt to cover your arms and very thankful that there weren’t any civilians out then. You tapped your foot impatiently as the elevator took you up and then you sprinted to your room to put on a different sweatshirt with a high neck tank top under to cover the marks spreading up your neck.

The girls were a few minutes behind you. You changed just in time to greet them with your first aid kit.

Rumi burst out of the elevator with a cry of your name, “You’re okay, right?!” She grabbed your arms, scanning you over frantically, checking for bruises or scratches.

“Those dirty playing demons,” Zoey fumed, stomping with her arms crossed childishly. “You are okay though, right, (Y/n)?”

Mira huffed, following the other two out of the elevator, “She’s fine guys, she doesn’t have a scratch.” You didn’t miss how her eyes scanned over you though, making sure that you really were alright.

“What were you thinking?!” Rumi stressed, grabbing your face in her hands to pull you closer to her. “Going after them?! You could’ve been hurt! You could’ve been…!” Rumi trailed off, the words stuck in her throat.

You could’ve been found out. Your pattern could’ve been seen. You’d have to tell Rumi later that the boys had ripped your sleeves.

But for now, you smiled with a light laugh, “I’m fine, Rumi, I promise. Let me patch you guys up, you guys look a little… eesh.” You grimaced as you took a good look at all the scratches on their faces. They were not offended, they completely understood.

The girls relaxed and let you tend to their scratches and bruises before going to change into lounge clothes and then coming back to see the Honmoon.

Thankfully, they bought your explanation that you lost the boys due to Gwi Ma summoning them and had headed back to the tower to wait for them, you had explained while you patched them up.

The girls stood at the window, looking at the red corrupting the Honmoon as you put the first aid supplies away and moved to the kitchen. You glanced at them with furrowed brows as you got out the ingredients for kimbap.

Then the elevator came up with Bobby, “Girls?”

The girls whipped out their compacts to aggressively cover the wounds on their faces and turned to greet him, “Hey Bobby!”

You threw the first aid supplies in one of the cupboards as you shook your head. You couldn’t help but find it amusing how well trained they were by now in covering up scrapes and bruises from their hunting.

You heard Bobby swiping through TikTok, and couldn’t help the way your shoulders bounced as the chorus of Soda Pop played on a loop.

“Zoey!”

“Bobby! Control those shoulders!”

You froze awkwardly. At least they hadn’t caught you… You focused on making the kimbap a little more aggressively, your head ducked down to avoid attention. It was such a catchy song…

You hunched down further when Rumi started plotting an aggressive diss track to perform at the International Idol Awards.

“Zoey, we’re gonna need a new song!”

“I got twenty-three notebooks full of demon insults ready to go.”

“Yeah! Let’s make it thirty notebooks!”

“Mira, the choreography?”

“Yup. Making them hotter.”

“Backup dancers, ready to go.”

“(Y/n),” you gave a strained smile at the sudden call of your name, standing at attention and thankfully not cutting your fingers with the knife in your hand. “Visuals?”

“Already making a mental Pinterest board!”

“Team of designers, ready for your call!”

“We’ll write a brand new song. A diss track to expose those Saja Boys.”

“And send those disgusting demons back to the depths where they belong!”

You bit back a grimace as the girls started raging enthusiastically.

“Yeah!”

“Yeah!”

“YeaHHH!”

“YeahHHH!”

“…”

“YEAHHH!!”

And then they ran off to their rooms to get started or rest or something… You sighed, carrying the plate of finished kimbap rolls over to stand next to Bobby to stare flatly after them.

Welp. More for you. You held out the plate to Bobby, “Kimbap?”

“Oh, thanks (Y/n)!”

You wrapped up the rest of the rolls except for one, taking it with you. You paused at Rumi’s door, raising your hand to knock. But you hesitated.

You should tell Rumi that the Saja Boys saw your pattern. Them knowing was a threat because then they also knew that Rumi had patterns too. But… maybe they would just think you were the only one with a demon pattern…? You’d have to talk to them.

So you lowered your hand and kept walking to your room. You shut the door behind you, almost screaming in surprise when a hand slapped over your mouth and dragged you out your balcony door and jumped up to the roof of the tower.

When they released you, you took a deep breath and scrambled away to put distance between you and your kidnapper. “You gotta stop doing that!”

Romance couldn’t help but chuckle, waving his hands disarmingly, “Sorry sorry, I just wanted to chat with you.”

You bit your lip. They knew about your pattern. “About what?” You asked, on guard.

“Your pattern.” There it is. “You’re part demon.”

“So what?” You snapped defensively, hugging your arms even though you knew your skin was covered.

“I was curious,” He admitted openly, brushing some hair out of his face as he leaned back against the edge of the small roof balcony. “You don’t hear him, do you?”

“No. W-wait, who?” You backpedaled, you had refused on instinct and then you registered what he said.

He looked at you obviously, “Gwi Ma. You didn’t make a deal with him? All demons hear his voice, constantly reminding them of… their shame.”

You loosened from your defensive pose, surprised by the vulnerable look on his face. He didn’t seem to want to hurt you, so you relaxed and leaned against the edge behind you, keeping your distance for now.

“Shame?” You echoed curiously.

He looked at you, analyzing you, “It’s all demons do, feel their shame and all the emotions that come with it. These patterns,” He held up his arm, his patterns glowing as he did. “They show that each demon carries a deep shame with them…”

Then he was in front of you, taking your hand as you gasped softly. Your own pattern started glowing through your clothes, “You do too, sweetheart…”

Your grip tightened on his hand. You looked down as your heart squeezed painfully. Yeah… you do…

“Romance—“

“Call me Chungae,” He interrupted you softly.

“Chungae. You… you guys won’t tell the others, right? Rumi… Rumi and I aren’t ready yet, but… we want to be the ones to tell them…” You hesitantly asked through stumbling words. They knew. They must know that you and Rumi are part demon…

You couldn’t help but think of all the moments you’ve wanted to share your secret with Mira and Zoey. You want to go to the bathhouse with them. You want to go to the beach. You want to be able to wear your skin comfortably instead of the itching, crawling feeling you get at just the idea of wearing shorts or a tank top.

But it wasn’t your choice whether you told them or not. It wasn’t your secret to tell. It was Rumi’s.

Chungae scanned your face, his look softening as he brushed a bit of hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear. “I don’t know about the others, but I won’t tell.”

You couldn’t help but relax at the reassurance, your face warmer at his touch. These boys really weren’t evil, they were so… human.

You looked away, “You should go before the other girls come looking for me.”

Chungae couldn’t help but chuckle softly at your shy demeanor. How cute… It’s like the first time you met all over again, how cute and shy you were when the five of them invited you to their debut. “Of course.”

You gasped as he smoothly swept you into his arms and leapt down to your balcony as you bit back a shriek. When you got down from his arms, you couldn’t help but bend over with your hands on your knees, taking deep breaths to settle your heart from the shock of being carried down from one height to another. “Stop doing that!” You whisper shouted at him, disgruntled.

“Sorry sorry, darling, I’ll go now,” Chungae hopped up to the railing of your balcony, stopping to look over his shoulder at you, “Oh. You should know that the others are also interested in seeing you. Just a heads up.”

He smiled slyly before jumping and disappearing in a dramatic poof of demon magic. “Wait, huh!?”

You grabbed a pillow to scream into.

Oh wait. Your kimbap!

~~~

And they did.

The next day, you were out looking at fabrics for the visuals of the diss track the girls were working on. Something like their battle outfits would work good but with sharp color accents to make it pop and fit the stage. Less spikes too, a little less aggressive but fans will probably like the dark look. Maybe in a music video, the girls could use their weapons so then if they pull them out on stage, they just look like props and special effects…?

Oh. There’s a boy walking next to you.

“… Can I help you…?”

Hands stuffed in his pockets, looking around with a disinterested look but a spark of curiosity shone in his eyes underneath the hat hiding his features, “No. I’m good.”

“Okayyy… you do you, Baby” You decided to just keep going about your business as Baby followed at your side.

“Jum,” He corrected you.

“Uhm, okay, Jum…” You kept looking at the maknae out of the corner of your eye as he followed you into fabric shops, looking around curiously or scrolling on his phone as you talked with the owners.

“Hey,” You stopped on the sidewalk when Jum tugged on your sleeve, pointing over to a shop window, “What’s that?”

You looked over, “A cat cafe…?” You looked at him strangely. How old was he again…?

Jum was quiet for a moment. “Let’s go in.” He was already walking in before you could respond. You didn’t have to follow him, he had just decided to follow you after all, but—ughhhh!

You followed him in.

Going in, he looked like a lost kid. He was looking around at the tables and the people. “Welcome! How many people today and for how long?”

“Uhhh…”

You came up behind him, smiling at the host, “Table for two, just for an hour please.”

“Alright, right this way!”

Ah man, why did you follow him again…? Jum trailed after you as you followed the host into the sectioned off area to a booth by a window. “Someone will be by to take your order in a moment. Please feel free to give the cats treats!”

“Thank you!” You called after her as you sat, setting down your work bag as Jum slid into the seat across from you. He was staring. You followed his gaze to see he was in a staring contest with a black cat. You looked between the two of them, back and forth. It was kind of adorable.

“Pick what you want to order and then we can try and tempt some cats over.”

Jum didn’t know what to order. He was one of the few born in the demon realm, he had never been to the human realm before as the prince of a small territory. Not that the title mattered much with Gwi Ma ruling.

“If you wanna start simple, a coffee or hot chocolate would be good hot drinks. Or a vanilla or chocolate milkshake if you want something cold. For food, the sandwiches are good if you want something savory but the strawberry shortcake looks good for something sweet.”

You were almost tempted to recommend a soda pop for him but you’ve seen enough TikToks of fans giving them different sodas.

Jum took in the information you gave him with a hum, scanning over the menu again.

You ordered, Jum ended up getting a coffee and the strawberry shortcake. You almost laughed at the contrasting flavors he would be experiencing. But you pulled over the little container of cat treats, “Alright, let's see if we can get a few kitties over.”

Jum perked up at the same time as some of the cats as the container clinked as you opened it. Three cats hurried over, and you couldn’t help but laugh brightly as they jumped up on the bench to climb in your lap and over your shoulders, nuzzling your face cutely for treats. “Hey, settle down! You’ll get your treats!”

Jum’s face softened at the sight. You laughing so carelessly, smiling brightly as the fluffy creatures swarmed around you while your face flushed with joy. He couldn’t help but sneak a few photos and sent one to the Saja chat smugly. He ignored the chat as it started going off.

The two of you played with the cats for a while. The wondrous look on Jum’s face as he first pet a cat was adorable and you really wanted to take a picture but the girls were always taking selfies on the first phone they could grab. You couldn’t risk them seeing it.

You had the same urge when you saw his face as he first tasted his coffee and then his cake. It was soooo adorable…

Before the two of you went your separate ways, Jum quietly told you that he wouldn’t spill your secret.

~~~

You watched from backstage as the girls politely clapped on screen, the boys awarded as the top artist of the week. They were really starting to make progress on their diss track but you couldn’t help but distance yourself from the project. The lyrics that were unfolding made you uncomfortable in a different way from how Golden did.

Golden had lines about not hiding anymore and being honest but it just felt like a lie whenever Rumi sang it with the girls. But Takedown… was strictly about killing demons because they were evil, unfeeling monsters that didn’t deserve to live. It made your skin crawl and you couldn’t help but itch at your arms and neck from time to time when you heard them discussing it.

You turned to make your way back to the girls’ dressing room to meet them once the awards ended and they left the stage. You could hear clapping again, the awards must have ended. And then you were swept away. Into a closet.

‘What was with these guys?!’ You were pinned against a shelf of cleaning supplies, a thick arm caging you in above you. Another held out a flower to you. “Hey there, babe~”

You crossed your arms, looking up at him unimpressed. Well… there was a little flush on your cheeks. “Hi Abby. What is this, a shoujo manga?”

He tsked, smirking playfully down at you, “Come on, babe, can’t spare a guy a warmer welcome?”

“Not when he and his friends keep sweeping me away for their whims. What did you want?” You plucked the flower from his hand, rolling the stem between your fingers.

Abby chuckled, his arm flexing as he swept his hair out of his face. “Well, our two youngest got to spend some one-on-one time with you and I wanted my turn. Come on, let’s go get something to eat.”

You hesitated. And not for the reasons you should’ve. “I… I have to get dinner ready for the girls…”

“What are you, their housewife?” He raised a brow down at you.

You grimaced as the words hit a little close to home. Yeah, he hit the nail right on the head. “I guess… they can order take out tonight…”

“Yes! Come on, before the other boys catch up!” Abby cheered, taking your wrist and jogging out of the closet and to the nearest exit.

“Hey!”

“Abby!”

“No fair!” You heard the cries of the other Saja Boys behind you as he dragged you along. You chuckled. The other demon boys could easily catch up if they wanted to. But dang, you dropped your flower back there…

A few streets over, you stopped as Abby slowed down barely out of breath, in contrast to you who was panting like a dog. Oh man, you felt way too gross to be with this man right now.

“So… I actually don’t know any good spots to eat at…”

You laughed at his sheepish expression. “Come on, there are some good food stalls at the night market.”

Without thought, you took his hand and led the way. When you got there, it turned out that Abby wasn’t picky about his food at all and that he could pack away a lot of food. You guys went from stall to stall, you were amazed as Abby charmed the older sellers, chatting with them as if they had known each other for a long time. Whatever food you couldn’t finish, Abby happily did.

“What are you? Some demon trash disposal? Where does it all go?” You asked him as he finished off the last of the chicken skewers you both had been eating.

“Straight to my muscles of course,” He smirked, flexing cheekily with a wink.

You laughed and shoved him jokingly. Then, a curious thought occurred to you, “Hey Abby? Can I… ask what the demon realm is like?”

He blinked, surprised by the question but you just continued looking forward, not meeting his eyes. He copied you, looking ahead as the two of you walked.

“It’s dark and depressing. The sky is red like it’s on fire and the ground is dry and desolate. Nothing grows there. There are two main types of demons: those that formed from souls fed to Gwi Ma and those that lost their souls making deals with Gwi Ma. There are also demons born from other demons but those are rare.”

You frowned in thought, not responding for a long moment. So, demons really could feel emotions. Did that mean… that your dad really did love your mom…?

Abby noticed your expression, lost in deep thought, “What’cha thinking about there, babe?”

You didn’t answer for a moment, too many thoughts trailing in too many different directions… “Nothing important. So, which are you guys, Abby?”

Abby hummed, “Call me Kwan,” he said, letting you change the subject. He couldn’t help but let you in a little closer. He thought if he just kept using his stage name with you, he could keep a little distance between you, keep the mission in mind. But… he wanted to let you close.

“Well, with the exception of Jum, we’re all humans that made deals with Gwi Ma years ago out of desperation. I…” Kwan trailed off and the two of you stopped by the river to sit on a bench in a quiet area. “I was born during an old war. I wasn’t strong enough to protect my family when it counted, so I asked Gwi Ma for strength to protect those I cared about.” He laughed sarcastically, “How well that turned out for me…”

You frowned, taking his hand slowly, hesitantly offering comfort from the obviously dark memories and regrets swimming through his head. He smiled softly at you, squeezing your hand as the two of you looked out over the river. There was nothing for either of you to say at that moment, but you understood each other.

~~~

After that interaction with Kwan, the girls noticed you were lost in thought more often, but they didn’t bring it up, figuring you were just deep in thought about the visuals and clothes for the new song. You often got lost in a new project when it really inspired you.

Except you didn’t like the new song. It was just so hateful towards demons and after you knew most demons come from human souls in some shape or form, you couldn’t fully support it. Especially with your own pattern steadily spreading across your skin. You had to start using a salve to help with the scratching the stress was causing. If they spread too much more, you would have to start wearing a face mask…

Now that you think about it, the only Saja Boys you haven’t really talked to are Jinu and Mystery. Which one would ambush you next? Was it bad that you were looking forward to it?

You needed a break from the girls. As the Honmoon corruption got worse and more demons came through, they got more tense and enthusiastic with the new diss track. So, you went to the park to sit and just breathe for a few minutes. You sat on a bench under the shade of a tree, head back and eyes closed under the sun as you took a deep breath. Someone was playing Soda Pop nearby and you could hear Golden somewhere too…

Your eyes snapped open when arms wrapped around you from behind a nose buried into the crook of your neck, taking a deep breath. You flushed deep red, shrieking as you leapt to the other end of the bench. A hand pressed to your chest to settle your racing heart you turned to see it was a sulky Mystery, pouting at you pulling away so quickly.

“It’s just me,” He said.

“Personal space, dude!” You cried vehemently, your face still a dark red. Mystery circled the bench to sit next to you. Like, right next to you. Your thighs were touching. You deadpan at him, “This is not personal space, man.”

Mystery just tilted his head at you. It was nice to see you with the sun shining down on you like this. And your scent was so comforting when it filled his senses, he couldn’t help but burrow his nose in the crook of your neck. It made his teeth itch to bite again.

“How do you guys keep finding me? Do you have some kind of tracker or something…?”

“Nah, it’s mostly by chance,” Mystery told you, casually taking your hand to play with your fingers and the rings you had on. He didn’t tell you how Jinu’s bird was keeping an eye or three on you… He didn’t remember much about social normalities from when he was human, but he could remember that telling someone they were being watched was weird.

You shook your head and let him do as he pleased, taking a deep breath and tilting your head back to enjoy the sun while closing your eyes.

Then there was a tugging on your hand, “Let’s go.”

You didn’t get a chance to respond or ask where you were going before he was tugging you off the bench and away. “Wait, Mystery, where are we going?” You almost slapped a hand over your mouth, hoping no one heard that it was one of the Saja Boys out in public.

“Hyeon. De-stress,” he said simply. Then he was pulling you into an arcade. You didn’t really know how playing some games at an arcade would help you relax

But at least you didn’t have to pay to play because Hyeon was already pulling out his wallet! Don’t get it wrong, you could pay for stuff yourself, but it was refreshing after eating so much food with Jum and Kwan. You refused to let them pay for your food and you didn’t pay for theirs either but it was still money…

When Hyeon had the prepaid wristbands, he turned to hand one to you with a small smile, “Sometimes, you just need to act like a kid.”

You blinked. And then he was pulling you to the first game he saw with that small content smile and you couldn’t help but laugh.

You were pretty sure he also just wanted to go to an arcade…

Hyeon was right though. Playing those games, you couldn’t help but laugh and as you became more competitive with him, you forgot what was bugging you. You laughed louder and became more comfortable treating him like a close friend, pushing him and bickering as he gave you a little smug smirk when he won and a sulky pout when he lost. You had to pull him back when he started barking at a few people that tried to rush the two of you at some games…

It was late by the time you both left, matching ugly keychains in hand from the prize shop.

“… Thanks Hyeon, I really needed that,” You smiled at him as you stopped at the park where you would both be going your own ways.

He smiled, taking your hand in his. “Of course, princess. Anything to see that smile on your face.”

Oh boy. You didn’t think Hyeon would be the cheesy one but he said it so seriously before placing a kiss on your hand.

You shook yourself, your face flushing red as you steeled yourself, “Hey, I am not a princess!” You crossed your arms.

Hyeon smirked a little, “I don’t think you can handle what I really want to call you so princess will do for now.”

Your jaw couldn’t help but drop as your face flushed darker.

“See you soon, princess,” he said, and then he was walking away and you just stared after him, speechless.

‘What did he mean by that?! Ugh, stupid hot demon boys…’

~~~

Another award show passed and Golden won most played song of the week. But tensions were still high as the Saja Boys took over more and more of the billboards, they were all anyone could see on TikTok too, more fans joining the Pride.

Your nervous scratching was getting worse, you had to go out and get another salve. Thankfully, the girls were too focused on Takedown and demon hunting to keep track of when you were in or out of the tower. It hurt you a little though, that you fell to the wayside so easily.

You were mindlessly scratching over your sleeve with the salve safely wrapped in a small paper bag in your arms as you started the walk back to the tower. You needed to talk to the design team about what you had in mind and to the producers about visuals for a possible music video.

“What’cha got there, pretty girl?”

You turned to see him leaning against the wall in the shadows of an alley. You sighed, “Do you plan these dramatic encounters or do they just come naturally to you?”

Jinu chuckled, standing straight but his eyes lingered on the bag in your arms and the arm where you had been scratching. “Being an idol calls for a flare for the dramatic,” He shrugged.

You chuckled at his antics but then his hand snapped out to grab your wrist. Panicked, you tried to pull away as he pushed your sleeve up. You forgot that he knew about your pattern so it wasn’t those marks he was looking at.

No, it was the red scratch marks littering your arm where the pattern was darkest.

He snapped his eyes up to glare at you, pulling you somewhere, “What’s so bad that you scratch yourself to such a degree?”

You had no answer for him besides shame… So you didn’t say anything.

He sighed. Jinu ended up taking you to a small plaza, not many people around as he sat you on the edge of a fountain. He pulled out the small glass container of salve you had gotten, reading the ingredients with narrow eyes before opening it and smelling it.

Jinu tsked before taking your arm to gently apply the salve to each bleeding scratch and red mark, “The herbs used today are so bad, not as effective as the ones grown years ago… too much pollution…” He murmured to himself.

You couldn’t help but smile at his care. “Thanks Jinu…”

He glanced up and faltered, remembering who he was and who he was with as he quickly but carefully finished up, fumbling a little as his cheeks pinked, “Oh, ah, it’s fine, don’t mention it.” He quickly screwed the cap on of the salve and practically shoved it in your hands before awkwardly sitting down next to you.

Wow. Jinu was the most awkward of the group it seemed. Was Baby really the maknae of the group? You giggled at how the tips of his ears were red and he refused to look at you.

“Is it really… that bad living with the patterns…?”

You froze at his hesitant question. You gripped your arm over your sleeve to keep from scratching more at the flare of stress you felt. You couldn’t look at him. “I don’t know… I started scratching when I was a kid. It comes and goes depending on what I’m stressed about…”

“Meaning, when you’re stressed about your pattern,” Jinu summarized thoughtfully. You could feel his gaze on the side of your face.

“Yeah…” You avoided his gaze.

Jinu frowned. This wasn’t like the first interaction he had with your sister. That was filled with him trying to gain her trust, trying to convince her that he was the only one that would understand her. It made his stomach curl uncomfortably how she didn’t even argue that you understood her. Were you two not very close?

He saw something different than your sister in you, “You liked your patterns once, didn’t you?”

Your face slackened then hardened, “…I don’t wanna talk about it.”

He frowned but nodded in acceptance anyway. Pushing wouldn’t get him anywhere. “That’s alright, but I can understand what you’re going through,” It was the same thing he told your sister. But with you he couldn’t help but… genuinely mean it. He looked down at his hand. His pattern was a constant reminder of his shame after all. Sometimes he wanted to scratch until they just peeled away too.

“I know, I just… I don’t think I’m ready to talk about it…” You told him. Rumi should be the first one you talked to about this, right? But, wouldn’t she just recycle Aunt Celine’s words at you? Never show your faults (Y/n), never show your pattern (Y/n), you’d betray Rumi and everyone else if you shared your pattern (Y/n), you’re not enough (Y/n).

You shook your head and stood. “I want ice cream.”

He looked up at you with surprise, “Oh. Okay…?”

“Come on.” The shoe was on the other foot now as you started marching to the nearest ice cream shop, not waiting to see if he would follow.

“Wh-what? Wait, what’s happening?” He scrambled after you, confused but going along with your sudden decision.

Jinu followed you into the ice cream shop, sliding on a pair of glasses and a hat to disguise himself. You were already ordering what you wanted, two big scoops of your favorite flavor.

He almost jumped when you suddenly turned to him expectantly. “Oh, uh,” He stuttered, scanning the flavors before him. It felt like he was sweating with the sudden pressure he felt. There were so many names, why were there so many different ice cream names?! “Uh, two scoops of Chuckle Chunk.” He couldn’t even tell you what was in it.

You couldn’t help but giggle at how stiff Jinu was. You hadn’t meant to make him feel pressured but it was pretty adorkable.

The two of you paid and left the shop to eat your ice cream at the fountain. You watched as he hesitantly tried his ice cream. His face lit up.

You chuckled, starting to eat your own ice cream, “How is it?”

Jinu couldn’t help but smile, “Yeah, it’s got these really rich chocolate things and there’s these little white pieces and some salty caramel things too.”

You blinked at how he described it. “How old are you again…?” That was how he described brownie fudge chunks, marshmallow pieces, and sea salt caramel syrup?

He blinked too, “Four hundred…?”

You couldn’t help but balk, “Oh wow, you’re old.”

He deadpanned at you. “And you’re a baby.”

You laughed. Jinu didn’t really know what you were laughing about, maybe just the situation itself but he smiled.

It was easier to be around you than he thought it would be. “Don’t stress too much.”

You looked at him, “It’s kinda hard to avoid stress when Gwi Ma is trying to destroy the Honmoon and feast and the human souls of the whole population. Besides, I’ve got a lot going on: visuals for the girls, keeping our apartment clean, cooking, designing clothes and visuals for them, and then there’s a fan signing event coming up…” You sighed and Jinu grimaced. Wow.

Jinu knew he wasn’t helping with the stress you were going through but he couldn’t help his selfish streak. He wanted his memories gone…

“Just… Cut your nails or wear gloves so you don’t hurt yourself so badly…” Jinu told you.

You smiled. He was… worried for you. It was the first time that someone’s worry didn’t make you feel weak. It wasn’t about your fighting capabilities, it was about your well-being. When was the last time that someone worried about that?

“Thanks Jinu…” You smiled mischievously. “It’s the first time such a pretty boy has shown me such care,” You turned the table on him.

Jinu spontaneously combust. Stuttering as he shoved more ice cream in his mouth to occupy himself but that just made his head hurt.

“Brain freeze!” You laughed.

~~~

The night before the fan signing event, you laid awake in bed. The girls were surely already sleeping so that they could get plenty of rest. But you couldn’t seem to fall asleep. Looking back on the past two weeks, you felt more conflicted than you ever had before.

The voice in your head that sounded like Aunt Celine said that you shouldn’t be letting the Saja Boys so close, getting so comfortable with them. The girls were going to kill them anyway so you were just looking to get your heart broken at this rate.

But a small part of yourself whispered that they made you feel safe, seen, heard in a way that you never had been before.

Outtake(s):

Jum(Baby): “Do they make these cakes…spicier?”

You: “Uh…no. No they do not.”

Jum(Baby): *Sadly* “Aw man…”

…

Hyeon(Mystery): *Sees someone just a little too close to you* “Grrrrr…”

You: *Being dragged along as you try to hold him back* “You can’t- Stop! Bad Saja Boy!”

Hyeon(Mystery): *Feral gremlin barking*

…

You: *sick of all these pretty boys flustering you* “What do you want, pretty boy?”

Jinu: *ERROR ERROR ERROR* “Uhhhh…”

…

Huntr/x: “You know, (Y/n) has been disappearing a lot lately… And she never wants to listen to our song…”

Huntr/x: “Maybe she’s uncomfortable with the lyrics?”

Huntr/x: …

Huntr/x: “Nah. She’s just way too inspired by our violent need to eradicate all demons.”

You: *frantically scratching*

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[sakuraszn]

ft. timeskip katsuki bakugo

summary: you and katsuki got into a fight last night but he’s not leaving the next day without his kiss.

“You Still Mad?”

The sun had barely risen, casting a warm, hazy glow through the bedroom window, but you were still wrapped up in last night’s argument like a thick-ass winter coat. You hadn’t even looked at Bakugo since you both woke up, let alone spoken a word to him.

He noticed. Of course, he did.

Now, he stood by the front door, arms crossed, already in his hero gear, watching you with narrowed crimson eyes. His gauntlets hung from his belt, meaning he was giving you extra time before heading out.

“Tch,” he sucked his teeth. “You still actin’ like that?”

You didn’t answer, just sat on the couch, scrolling through your phone, legs tucked under you.

Bakugo took a slow step forward, then another. “Y’know I ain’t leavin’ without my shit, so you might as well quit actin’ funny.”

Silence.

His jaw twitched. “Oh, so we playin’ this game?”

Still nothing.

Bakugo exhaled sharply through his nose before yanking his gloves tighter. “Alright.”

Before you could react, he marched over, plucked the phone right out of your hands, and tossed it onto the couch.

“The fu—Bakugo!” You snapped, looking up at him.

“There it is.” He smirked, tilting his head. “Finally got your attention.”

You folded your arms, scowling. “You really that pressed over a damn kiss?”

He scoffed, looking down at you like you were the dumbest person alive. “Uh, yeah? That’s my good luck for the day. You want me out there fightin’ villains without my daily dose of you?”

Your lips twitched, but you forced the smile down, turning your head away from him.

Bakugo, not having any of that, leaned down, caging you in with his arms on either side of you. “Oh, so now you mute?”

You rolled your eyes. “Katsuki, go to work.”

“You know I’m not leavin’ without my shit.”

He was so close, his breath tickled your skin. His scent—warm spice and a little bit of leftover sleep—wrapped around you. You hated how familiar it was, how much you’d miss it if he actually left without kissing you goodbye.

“Why do you even care?” You muttered. “I’m still mad at you.”

“Yeah, yeah, you say that,” he murmured, fingers slipping under your chin to tilt your face up. “But I know you. You don’t wanna be mad anymore.”

You huffed, but his touch was soft, gentle. A contrast to how brash he usually was.

His thumb traced your bottom lip. “Lemme fix it.”

Before you could protest, he kissed you. Slow. Deep. It wasn’t just some quick peck or heated make-out session. It was that I-know-you-love-me-so-stop-frontin’ kinda kiss.

And, like a damn fool, you melted into it.

His hands slid down, gripping your waist, pulling you even closer. His lips moved with yours, lazy but demanding, like he had all the time in the world. Then, right when he knew he had you, SMACK.

His palm connected with your ass, making you gasp into his mouth.

Bakugo smirked against your lips. “There she is.”

You shoved at his chest, but he barely budged. “Your so damn annoying.”

“Yeah?” He nipped at your lip before pulling back, smug as ever. “But you still love me.”

You exhaled, finally giving in. “Yeah, yeah. I love you.”

“Damn right you do.” He leaned down, stealing one more kiss, slow and sweet, before finally stepping back.

You watched as he grabbed his gauntlets and strapped them on, the usual cocky attitude in full effect. Right as he reached the door, he turned back, grinning. “Oh, and don’t think I didn’t catch that lil’ smile. You ain’t slick.”

You rolled your eyes, but he saw the way you bit your lip.

Bakugo chuckled, shaking his head. “See you later, dumbass.”

And just like that, he was gone, leaving you sitting there, heart still racing.

© sakuraszn! xoxo

[seumyo]

husband!bakugou thinks you’re a hypocrite

Photo albums are a way to physically preserve memories. Memories that should’ve been buried with the past—forgotten as the years go by.

Thankfully, Mama Mitsuki lent you Bakugou’s old photo album when you mentioned it in passing. A thick photo album that had “Katsuki Memory” in its title and even a design of a cartoonish bomb, finished in this beautiful silver and gold. Fancy for a baby album, but they could afford it, so you didn’t have much say.

Your husband’s sprawled across the bed with his head in your lap, scrolling through his phone, absolutely oblivious to your scheming.

“Oh my god.”

“What?” Bakugou grunted, not looking up.

“You were… Katsuki, honey, the light of my life—you were such an ugly baby.”

That got his attention. He set his phone aside, sitting up immediately. “The hell?”

You turned the album toward him, pointing at a grainy, slightly overexposed photo of newborn Katsuki. His face was scrunched up, red and wrinkled, his head oddly shaped from the ordeal of birth.

“I mean, look at you!” you said, unable to keep your laughter contained any longer.

He snatched the album from your hands, staring at the photo in question. “Tch, all babies look like this.”

“No, they don’t!”

“Yes they do!”

“Kats, I love you, but I’ve seen plenty of newborns, and most of them are at least kinda cute. You, though? You look like a grumpy little potato that just got yanked out of the ground.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, his ears turning red as he tried to defend himself. “I just got born! Give me a break!”

You doubled over with laughter, clutching your stomach. “Certainly born with a face that only a mother could love.” A face that you also loved.

“Alright, that’s enough!” he barked, though his voice lacked its usual bite. He closed the album with a loud thud and tossed it onto the nightstand. “You’re lucky I don’t blow that damn thing to bits.”

“Your Mom would be devastated. I would be too.”

“Shut.”

You wiped a tear from your eye, your laughter dying down. “I’m sorry, hun. It’s just… I wasn’t expecting that. You’re so good-looking now, but baby Katsuki? He was… something else.”

Bakugou crossed his arms, glaring at you like a sulking child. “Bet you weren’t some perfect baby, either.”

“I was adorable; thank you very much,” you shot back, sticking out your tongue.

“Show a picture or you’re lyin’.”

You showed him a newborn picture of you, and that shut him up. Bakugou had lost the battle and the war—because the gods must have a favorite.

“Fucking unfair,” he muttered, but the corner of his mouth twitched, betraying his amusement. You looked so cute and small. Who knew this little spawn would be his wife someday?

You leaned in, kissing his cheek. “Hey, ugly or not, you’re my grumpy little potato, and I love you.”

He grumbled under his breath, but the way his hand found yours and squeezed it gently told you he wasn’t really mad. “Yeah, yeah. Just don’t tell anyone about this, got it?”

“No promises.”

Bakugou grunted. Fucking perfect.

-

“Awe, look at him, Katsuki,” you murmured, brushing a gentle finger across your son’s chubby cheek.

The little boy was fast asleep, his tiny fists curled in his adorably tiny mittens near his face. His resemblance to Bakugou was uncanny—he had the same spiky tufts of blonde hair and a natural pout that made your heart melt. The chubbiness of his cheeks was a bonus, seeing that a healthy son was all that you could ever wish for.

Bakugou sighed quietly, his attention drifting to his son. “Tch. ‘Course he is. He’s my kid.”

You chuckled, glancing at him. “I mean, yeah, but he looks just like you. I can’t believe it.”

“Why can’t you believe it?” He can’t help but ask.

“Because,” you began, your voice dropping into a joking tone.

“Remember when I saw what you looked like as a baby? And, well…”

He narrowed his eyes. That again.

“Don’t start.”

“I mean it, though. He’s adorable. He even has your pout.”

Bakugou leaned forward, resting his arms against the crib, although not putting his entire weight on it. “Yeah, and? You callin’ me cute now?”

“Maybe. But only because you look better now than you did when you were fresh out of the womb.”

“Hypocrite,” he muttered.

“Excuse me?”

“You’re sittin’ there, gushin’ about how cute he is,” he said, gesturing toward their son. “But when it was me, you couldn’t stop talkin’ about how ugly I was. And now you’re all, ‘Oh, he looks just like you!’ Make up your damn mind, woman.”

You bit back a laugh, careful not to wake your baby baby boy. “Okay, fine, maybe I was a little harsh about baby you. But come on, Katsuki. He’s the improved version of you.”

“Improved, my ass. He’s just like me, end of story.”

“He got my eyebrows, that’s for sure. See? Improved version.”

“You have a problem with my eyebrows?” He scoffs in mock offense, crossing his arms.

You leaned toward him, a playful glint in your eye. “Well, if he grows up with your temper and your attitude, I’ll definitely know where he got it from.”

“And if he grows up teasin’ people to death like you, I’ll know where that came from,” he replied, though there was no real heat in his words.

You both fell silent for a moment, your eyes drifting back to your son. The little boy shifted in his sleep, letting out a soft coo that made your heart swell—like it could burst any moment now.

“Hun,” you said softly, your teasing tone gone. “He really is perfect, isn’t he?”

Bakugou leaned closer, resting a hand on your shoulder as he gazed down at your son. His usual sharp expression softened into something almost unrecognizable—pure, unfiltered love.

“Yeah,” he said quietly. “He is.”

You looked at him, smiling. “You’re going to be such a great dad, you know that?”

“Tch. Of course,” he muttered, though the redness creeping up his neck betrayed him. “I’ll be the best dad the world has ever seen.”

...

“Just… don’t let him see my baby pictures in the future, got it?”

You laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Your secret’s safe with me.”

For now, anyway.

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[y2kstarr]

gimme attention - c. sturniolo

part 1 | part 2

˖ ִ⭑ ࣪ warning : thigh fucking, needy sub!Chris, usage of mama and pup/puppy

"C'monnn ma," Chris whined whilst snuggled up against you, his chin resting on your tummy as his arms were wrapped around your frame, his big blue puppy eyes coming into effect, only to be trifled by your attention rather catered to your phone than to him. "Pay attention to me, please??"

But you just kept looking at your phone, scrolling through your feed instead of paying him any mind. Was it petty? Yeah. Did he deserve it? Probably not. But he should've thought better before bragging to his friends that he was nothing less than some godlike dom in bed and had you, quote unquote "begging till your makeup ran down your cheeks in pretty tears."

He wasn't... wrong, to some extent. He was damn good in bed when you let him take over, but in no way did those few times warrant you getting reduced to some cliché whore from a porno in a conversation with his friends... ok maybe a little too far, but still, you had the right to be petty.

You heard him let out a huff before you felt as he started to sit up, his hands grasping under your knees to lift them a bit, hooking your legs over his thighs as he sat on his knees with his legs open, feeling as he gave a playful press against your ass, which made you aware of the already forming bulge in his sweats.

"No, Chris." You simply said without looking up from your phone, practically hearing his pout as he let out a needy whine, his hands sliding down your thighs to grip at your hips and waist, leaning down as you felt his lips start to press kisses against your tummy from where your shirt rose up.

"Please?" He begged between kisses, hands slowly sliding up your shirt as he looked up at you in search of any attention you might give him. Nothing. "'M sorry bout what I said, I didn't mean it.." You almost fell for his pleading voice, his sweetly sorrowful, begging words, but then you felt as his hand started to tug at your shorts.

The moment you moved the phone away from your face, your eyes glared at him... but you stopped yourself from shoving him off. Seeing the way he looked at you like a puppy begging for treats, annoyance turned to interest as an idea formed in your head.

"Y'know what, baby?..." You cooed, putting your phone down on the sheets, watching him perk up as you slowly parted your thighs a bit more, an invitation for him that had him taking in an excited breath.

Before you can say anything else, he's instantly tugging your shorts off, tossing them aside as his palms slide against the soft expanse of your plush thighs. "Thank you, ma, thank you," He grinned happily against your tummy, kissing your soft skin and trailing down as his hands slid to your hips, fingertips inching under the lace of your panties.

One, two, three more kisses, right along your abdomen before he goes to press one more where he's been dying to touch...

Suddenly, you grip his hair before his lips even meet the lace fabric, a sharp inhale sounding from him at your fingers tangled within his brunet curls, his sweet blue eyes looking up at you in confusion, his hands stopping themselves from pulling your panties down.

"Uh-uh, bad pups don't get a treat," You scolded him, the pet name making him visibly perk up and twitch in his boxers, his adorably confused yet attentive expression making you give false sympathy. "Aww, what? If you're gonna act like such a filthy dog around your friends, I might as well treat you like the mutt you are, right?"

You lift his head up from between your thighs, closing them together and hearing the pathetic whimper he lets out. "Please, mama? Please? 'Said I was sorry—"

You felt as he gave a weak grind against your closed thighs, the position he was now reduced to giving you such a power high, and in a single moment, your beautiful idea solidified. As fun as it would be to deprive him of anything for the day, it was so much better to watch him act like a bitch in heat for you.

"You make use of what I'm giving you, Chris, or you're getting nothing." You threatened, watching as he looked a bit confused, looking down at your plush, pressed together thighs, before it seemed to click in his head.

He looked as if he internally battled with himself, weighing his options here between getting nothing or going to that extent just to get himself off.

"C'mon, Chris," You gave a little wiggle with your hips just to seal it, a devilish smirk on your lips. "You know you want to."

Oh, fuck it.

With your bottom lip between your teeth, you watched as he tugged down his sweats and boxers, his cock springing out as the head already weeped pre-cum, a held back whine barely heard as it pressed a bit against your thighs, already showing how needy he was getting.

He looked up at you with pleading eyes, making you wonder what he was asking for, before his eyes signaled over to the drawer on your bedside table that held a bottle of lube.

You raised an eyebrow at him before crossing your arms. "What? You said you do everything in bed, right?" You reminded him of his words to his friends, watching as he practically gave you an apology bow, guilty puppy dog eyes looking at you before he moved towards the bedside table and tugged the drawer open, pulling out the lube and getting back into place.

His hands opened your thighs just a bit, his palm smearing lube between them before stroking his cock with some, a whimper bit back as you gave him a sharp look, his hand moving away and tossing the bottle aside in a near scrambled motion.

God... you should totally get him a collar and leash after this.

Shaky hands pushed your thighs together, his adorable puppy eyes looking at you for permission, a smirk coming to your lips as you gave a nod. "Go ahead, pup."

Holding your thighs together and positioning just right, he finally moved. "O–oh fuck—" Chris whimpered as he pushed his cock between your plush thighs with ease, his hands tightening their grip as he slowly thrusted his hips, both of you watching the tip of his leaking cock peaking out.

"That's it, puppy." You cooed, watching the head of his cock retreat back between your thighs before peaking back out. A shaky groan was heard from Chris as he trained his eyes on the sight too before starting to thrust a bit more, the slick sound of his cock between your thighs making your cunt clench around nothing.

"Look at that. So desperate, you're fucking my thighs," You teased with a mean giggle as he whined, his hips sputtering as he picked up pace a bit.

The bed creaked softly beneath the two of you, the sound mixing with Chris fucking your thighs and his needy whines, the state of him making you watch his face instead. Each thrust, each squeeze of your thighs, made his face contort beautifully in pleasure, his fingers digging into your skin.

"Mm– Fuck– mama—" Whines poured from his lips, the tip of his cock pressing against the lace fabric of your panties as he thrusted once more, his hips starting to move a bit faster as he panted and whined like a needy dog.

Continuing with watching the show in front of you, your hands moved to his knees, loosely holding them before you squeezed your thighs tightly together, hearing the choked out moan Chris gave at the feeling.

"Oh fu— m–mama— oh god, p–please—" He begged you, hips faltering for a moment as his palms slipped, instead finding purchase on your hips as he started fucking your thighs faster. His whines mixed with the increasing creak of the bed, pants spilling from his open mouth as you noticed drool on his bottom lip.

"Shit, puppy," You giggled as you caressed his knees with your nails, feeling his thigh tense from the tingling sensation. "Feel so good it's got you drooling now?"

The only response you could get from him was a quick nod and more whines, your nails then digging into his knees to get a better answer whilst you loosened your thighs around his cock, making him whine pathetically in need.

"Nn– Yes y–yes mama— so fucking good—" He babbled, tears visibly coming to his eyes as you granted him the treat of squeezing your thighs together once more. A blissful whimper escaped him before his hips pistoned forward once more, pants leaving him as his grip tightened on your hips, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing through your room.

"'M– 'M so close, mama– please— please lemme cum mama– please—" He begged and babbled helplessly, near tears as his body started to tremble, knowing damn well that, in times like this, he had to hold it until you said he could cum.

Oh how he wanted you to not be so cruel this time, but with the way your lips curled into a devilish smirk, there was no way in hell that would be the case.

"You wanna cum, pup?"

"yes mama—"

"Hmm?"

"Y–yes mama—"

"Ohh... I don't know if I should let you, puppy."

"Please, mommy, pleasee—" He nearly sobbed as his body tensed and shook, his hips stilling as he held himself back the best he could, panting hard as his cock twitched and throbbed between your thighs, just begging to spill his load.

His forehead rested against your knees, whines leaving his mouth pathetically as you watched him twitch and tremble a few moments more. Oh, that collar and leash were getting delivered this coming weekend. 100 fucking percent.

His breathing hitched as he felt your nails caress his knees again, your hips rolling slowly to give him that friction he was dying for, before you finally cooed those heavenly words to him. "Cum for me, puppy."

"Oh thank you— thank you mama— thank you thank you thank you—" He babbled mindlessly as he thrusted his hips once more, pants leaving his lips as he started to tremble and quicken his motions, his breaths getting shaky and choppy as his grip on you tightened.

"O–oh god— 'm cum— 'm cumming!" A pathetic, whiny moan left his lips as his hips stuttered before he finally came, hot and thick glossy ropes spurting from his cock over your panties, your tummy, even up to your chest– and fuck he was lost.

"F–fuck— Oh my fu—" His voice cracked, all wrecked and fucked out, as eyes rolled back into his head, his hips twitching and pressing hard against your thighs, as if they were milking his cock entirely.

His cock gave a few more pathetic little spurts of cum until he was finally done, his head falling to her knees once more as he took hard and shaky breaths, his thighs quivering, his hands stuck gripping your hips tightly.

You smiled at the sight of him, so utterly fucked out without you having to do hardly anything. A whine pulled from him as you squeezed your thighs one more time before loosening, giggling at his state before reaching a hand up and running your fingers through his hair, your nails caressing his scalp.

"Feelin' better now, puppy?" You cooed softly.

"y—yes.. mama.."

"You learn your lesson?"

"yes... yes mama.."

You giggled softly as his body started to melt and loosen now, all spent and tired. Clean up could wait, you'd handle the rest later.

"Good boy."

a/n : Got inspo from this twitter vid (nsfw p!link) and thought "mhmmm- Chris 😋"

I miiight have an obsession with either party getting fucked dumb/fucking themselves dumb 🙄😔

Thank you guys so much for all the love on my last drabble!!! KFNOSNFKDN- (me tryna be nonchalant and failing miserably ToT) I seriously can't express how happy it makes me, can't wait to make more for y'all :]

Hope you guys like! Inbox is wide open for requests or just chatting :3

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[littlelovelunette]

okay. this is weird. I apologize..

roommate!sevika.. who gets drunk makes a mold of her girl penis and makes a dildo out of it... BUT. she was drunk. and probably forgot... but the reader was SOBER AND REMEMBERED, so when sevika fell asleep, the reader took ittttt

(and maybe sevika walks in on reader and they fuck. but with both.. her pp and the mold of her pp)

if that makes any sense..

you don't have to, tho

have a good day <3🩷🩷

Why Were You Wet?

Roommate!Sevika x Reader

Contains smut, amab!Sevika, makeshift dildo, very slight implications of breeding, no protection

You were VERY sober when you saw your roommate Sevika stumble inside the shared apartment. She sunk down onto the couch, manspreading so you could see the clear bulge starting to form at the crotch of her pants. Perhaps she was too drunk, perhaps she chose to ignore you on purpose.

You didn't know and you tried to ignore her, not saying anything as you scrolled through your phone although your mind was elsewhere. You were wondering just how big was her dick? As you gazed at her through the corner of your eye, you saw Sevika starting to hastily unbuckle the belt of her pants.

Your cheeks flushed but you kept them focused on the screen, trying to suppress the alarms blaring in your brain telling you to get out of the living room but you didn't. You wanted to watch. With a soft exhale, you shifted where you were seated once you saw her humongous cock, the reddened swollen tip spilling precum.

It looked almost uncomfortable to be that hard. You watched, eyes running down the vein of her cock and you could almost feel your mouth salivate. It'd been a while you'd sucked a dick, so your skill at a blowjob was probably a little rusty but nothing confidence can't fix. Fuck, what were you thinking? Sevika was your roomie. You groaned internally. This woman had hookups every Friday night, and who knew how many girls she'd slept with in this month alone?

You got up, walking out of the living room after you witnessed something that would haunt you for life in the best way possible. Sevika was making some mold of her own cock, it was borderline disgusting and hot. The type of thing a girl sees and says “Oh, that's depraved but I'm in.” You couldn't sleep that night, tossing and turning with the imagery of Sevika's big twitchy cock burned into every bit of your brain. You were restless, and once you felt your wet crotch with your fingers, you muttered, “What the fuck..?”

Why were you wet thinking about Sevika's cock? Did you really want her that bad?

It had actually been a while since you have had sex so you didn't quite understand whether you were sexually attracted to her or not. So you got up when you were sure Sevika was asleep. She always slept in during weekend mornings. You tiptoed into her room, looking around and rummaged through her things before you finally found the mold.

It was laced with her scent, and slickened with slight precum. You made your way back to your room in complete stealth. You laid down on your back, slipping your white panties off slowly before looking at the mold. “Fuck.” You whispered to yourself. “What am I even doing?”

The makeshift dildo sunk into your pussy slowly, inch by inch and you couldn't help wondering, “Is Sevika's cock really this damn big?” It wasn't the length you were worried about, although the inches were concerningly large, you were worried about the girth. Your little pussy has only had so much, you cried out as you pushed it deeper inside yourself until all of it was snuggly fitted inside your cunt.

“O-oh, Sevika, your dick is so big.” You rubbed your clit. “So— fuck!— big…”

Your other hand covered your mouth, clenching down on the big dick mold lodged in your pussy as you desperately rubbed yourself.

“Sevika.” You mumbled although it was muffled.

Your hips raised off the mattress and eyes closed tight once your finger pressed on your clit. You moaned loudly. Your fingers worked faster on your clit. Your hips laid back on the mattress before bucking again from the overwhelming pleasure only to be forced back down with a hand bigger than your own.

Sevika smirked. “Wasn't gonna invite me to the show?”

You could see she was in a tank top and boxers, the tent in them so prominent you swore you could see them from a mile afar. Was she ever NOT hard? Then again, it was morning and she just woke up so you guessed it woke up too. “S-Sevika, I am so—” you began.

“—wet. I know.” Sevika cocked a brow.

“No, what I meant was— I— please um—” you sputtered.

“Shhh…” Sevika leaned in and captured your lips on her own, never leaving them as her tongue entered your mouth. You were more shocked than anything as you felt your roommate romantically kissing you. You had no idea Sevika was such a good kisser, and you didn't want her to pull away. Sevika's hands worked to take the dildo out of your pussy with a soft popping sound, pulling her boxers down to reveal her warm hard cock, pressing it against your entrance. “Coulda’ told me you wanted the real thing.”

“W-wait, Sevika.” You blushed. “It's actually… I'm not a virgin but I haven't had… sex in a while so…” you looked away shyly.

Sevika's eyes softened and she brought her hand over to your face, holding the side of it. “You're more innocent than I thought.” And with that, she thrusted inside.

Your eyes widened and nails dug into her shoulders as you felt her huge length penetrating you. You could feel the warmth that radiated off her body, your hands coming around her broad back in a desperate attempt to seal her close to yourself.

“Sevika.” You moaned her name in her ear and you swore you felt her twitch inside before her fingers wrapped around the mold of her cock, still covered in your juices and her own from when she made it, lining it over your tiny little asshole, giving it a good shove, just enough to get the bulbous head of the dildo inside. Your eyes widened. “I'm a virgin back there.”

“Well, not anymore.” Sevika said, biting down on your neck as she forced the toy inside despite your reluctant rectal muscles, it hurt a little but the moment you relaxed your muscles— it slipped in with ease due to the slick of your cunt travelling down. “Oh, it feels so weird.”

Sevika chuckled before she started moving, her movements slow at the start but she was slowly building up pace. Her name was at the tip of your tongue but you couldn't bring yourself to moan it out. Your throat felt choked up due to the intense pleasure you felt. Although the mold of her dick in your ass felt strange, you started liking the burning stretch.

You buried your face in the crook of her neck as she pounded into your clenching hole. Wet squelching sounds filled the room paired with the sound of skin slapping against skin.

You felt Sevika's length twitch inside and your eyes widened.

“Not inside, Sevika!” You cried out.

Sevika didn't answer you, rutting her hips against yours until you saw the twitch in her brow, and she pulled out, spraying your stomach and tits with her semen. A little bit of it got on your face as well. You exhaled in relief.

“If I knew you'd look so good covered in my cum, I would have fucked you sooner.”

[emmiesoverthemoon]

my guilty pleasure

pairing: seo changbin x reader wc: 1.9k summary: you know those artists that you listen to in secret? you—the ultimate cute pop princess—are changbin’s sweet secret, and he attempts to not lose his mind when he finds out you two will be performing at the same event. tags: fluff. idol!reader

“yo, the final performance lineup just dropped,” chan read the email, scrolling through his phone as the others half-listened from the couch.

changbin barely glanced up from his protein bar, pretending to be occupied, pretending not to care. it was just another event, another show, another packed green room where jisung would forget his in-ears and hyunjin would somehow bring three outfit changes.

“any surprises?” seungmin asked, already yawning.

chan blinked at the screen. “wait… wait—no way.”

changbin’s heart dropped. and then picked up speed. and then dropped again.

please not her. please not—

when chan read the full lineup, he choked.

“this is the list”

literally choked. like full-on, should-not-have-audibly-reacted kind of choke.

you were going to be performing. in all your sugary saccharine glory.

“bro?” jisung spun around. “you good?”

changbin slapped his chest twice, coughed like it was casual, like he had not just short-circuited over the mention of your name. “yeah,” he croaked. “just dry.”

lame. you are so lame.

“seriously?” felix echoed, leaning over to see. “whoa, she never does these kind of lineups.”

“right? i thought she was on a break,” chan said, tilting the screen toward them.

changbin did not look. he would not. could not. because if he saw your photo on that screen—cute, polished, probably surrounded by soft pastels and sparkles—he was going to lose it.

“she’s cool,” felix complimented.

“real earworm type,” seungmin squinted.

“no, it’s so fun! catchy stuff,” hyunjin rebuked.

changbin folded his arms tighter. “she’s fine,” he said. “not really my thing.”

they all turned to look at him.

“didn’t you hum her song last week in the car?” jisung squinted.

“i did not—”

“you did,” seungmin said. “it was the one with the glitter in the chorus.”

“it was ironic! for the bit!”

felix grinned. “sure, man.”

changbin clenched his jaw, already spiraling.

you were going to be there. you. you. the literal embodiment of soft pop princess perfection. and he was going to have to stand there like a normal person while his internal organs screamed and his brain played your entire discography on shuffle.

he could not meet you. he could not breathe near you. you probably smelled like strawberries and sparkles and he would spontaneously combust.

he needed a plan.

step one: do not freak out. step two: keep it cool. step three: delete the fan edits from his phone. immediately.

this was going to be tough.

it was fine.

he was fine.

it was just an event. you would be there. he would also be there. that was it. no reason to act like he had not memorised every syllable of your last album, or dramatically lip-synced and performed your choreography while your music videos were on the big screen when he thought no one was home.

he sat in the studio, headphones on, trying to finish a verse, but all he could hear was pink venom in my veins, got sugar on my tongue.

which was your lyric.

from an unreleased b-side.

not even a new single. he was doomed.

“you’re being weird,” minho said suddenly from the corner, not even looking up from his laptop.

changbin flinched. “what?”

“you keep sighing. like—long, emotional sighs.”

“i’m writing.”

“you’re spiraling.”

he was, but he would die before admitting it.

he buried his face in his hoodie and scrolled through his playlist. private playlist. the one named “do not open i swear to god.” the one filled with your discography, remixes, and one very sweet live recording that still made his chest ache with admiration and endearment.

he hovered over the delete button. hovered. then immediately locked his phone instead. coward.

he showed up to dance practice the next day in a black hoodie and darker sunglasses, hoping the vibe would disguise the panic in his bloodstream. jisung took one look at him and said, “you look like you’re going to cry or fight someone. what happened?”

“nothing,” changbin muttered.

“is this about the event?”

his soul left his body.

“what event,” he said. flat. monotone. suspicious.

chan raised an eyebrow from the mirror. “the one with that girl you like on the lineup?”

changbin did not answer. just stared into the distance like a man at war with himself.

the teasing was getting worse. felix had walked past him humming fairy tale fade this morning just to watch him twitch. hyunjin kept dropping “casual” mentions of your outfits. someone had set his phone background to a photo of you from your last tour.

he was not going to make it.

and worst of all, the event was tomorrow.

how could he mentally prepare for this in less than twenty four hours?

he had promised himself he would be normal.

that was the plan. normal. casual. a nod if you made eye contact. maybe a polite smile. definitely no staring. definitely no—

“hi!”

you.

you were there, in the flesh, walking into the backstage lounge like you were not the very same voice that had soundtracked his insomnia for the past year and a half.

changbin froze like his operating system had crashed. spine straight. jaw locked. soul hovering somewhere near the ceiling.

you were radiant. not even in a fancy way—just… bright. warm. clad in a soft sweater, butterfly clips in your hair, glitter on your nails and that voice, that voice, chirping out a sunny “hi!” like you had not just ruined his whole entire life by existing within a three-metre radius.

he did not speak.

you looked around the room, smiling politely at the stylists, exchanging greetings with a staff member. and then you looked at him.

eye contact?

oh god.

he nodded.

too fast. too stiff.

to be frank, he looked like he was trying to hold in a sneeze.

you smiled. waved a little. “you’re changbin, right?”

he opened his mouth.

no sound came out.

he panicked. “yeah.”

you laughed, soft and musical, and his brain nearly shorted out. “i really liked that freestyle you posted last month. the one in the stairwell?”

“...thanks.”

say more. say literally anything else. tell her she is the entire reason he believes in bridge sections. tell her he watched that one acoustic performance seventeen times and had feelings. tell her he—

“i like your sparkles,” he blurted.

you blinked. “my… sparkles?”

changbin briefly considered setting himself on fire.

“your nails. i meant. they’re… cool.”

a beat of silence.

then—your grin widened, eyes warm. “thank you. that’s really sweet.”

he felt his ears go red.

you turned to greet someone else and changbin turned slowly, silently, like a man who had just seen god and needed to go scream into a soundproof booth.

jeongin sidled up next to him. “you good?”

“no.”

“wanna sit down?”

“i cannot feel my legs.”

he was doing fine.

really.

his arms were crossed, shoulders tense, expression locked in neutral. the camera panned past him once and he didn’t flinch. what a miracle. he was the image of calm. no one would know he had sweated through two layers of clothing.

but then you came out.

spotlight. sparkles. glossed lips and a grin that lit the whole stage. your intro track rolled in—a dreamy, synthy swell—and the crowd screamed, but changbin couldn’t hear them. he could only hear you.

you were wearing that outfit, the one that had gone viral. and singing that song, the one he had once dramatically whispered into his studio mic at 3 a.m. when no one was around.

he swallowed.

he could do this. just nod along. casual. unimpressed. totally unbothered.

and then—then you looked at him.

not vaguely. directly. mid-chorus. you scanned the crowd, smiling like it was nothing, and your gaze hit his and held.

and he cracked.

just a tad.

his eyes widened. mouth parted. he shifted forward in his seat without realising. his foot tapped. his hand lifted like he might wave. he caught himself a second too late.

“...oh my god,” jisung whispered.

felix turned. jeongin blinked.

changbin snapped back in his seat, face burning. “what.”

“you just made eye contact with her,” chan muttered under his breath. “and then you smiled like a disney prince.”

“i did not.”

“bro,” hyunjin hissed, pointing. “you were glowing.”

he looked up again. you were still singing. still dazzling. still laughing between lines like you were having the time of your life.

and changbin? he was a man undone. hands clenched in his lap. heart clattering like a snare drum. every lyric felt personal. every beat synced with his pulse.

and in the back of his mind, one thought stuck deep inside like a hook caught to a fish:

he was so screwed.

after the overall performance portion had wrapped up, changbin was in hiding.

technically, he was resting behind the vending machine in the hallway next to the staff kitchen. but he was also very much hiding. curled in the shadows. hoodie up. heart still pounding from watching you sing like you had been summoning him personally.

he had survived the performance, barely. now he just had to survive the aftermath. he would wait five minutes, then sneak back to the dressing room and pretend he had been in the bathroom the whole time.

and then—

“found you.”

he jerked.

you leaned around the corner, lips glossed, cheeks still flushed from the stage. “you really are bad at hiding,” you teased.

he stood up too fast and nearly knocked over a folding chair.

“i was not— i was just— i was… stretching!”

you smiled like you could see straight through him.

“so,” you said, stepping closer. “did you like my set?”

“it was fine,” he said. voice deep, arms crossed. lying through his teeth.

you tilted your head. “only fine?”

he blinked. “i mean. yeah. like… it was energetic. or whatever.”

your grin sharpened. “hmm. must’ve been someone else who was making heart eyes at me from the third row.”

his whole face flared red.

“i was not—!”

“you were literally swaying.”

“that was muscle tension.”

“you mouthed every word.”

he covered his face with both hands. “please stop.”

you laughed, light and unbothered. “okay, okay,” you teased. “i’ll go easy on you.”

you paused.

then handed him your phone.

“here.”

he blinked down at it.

“what?”

“type your number.”

his brain stopped working. “...why?”

you shrugged. “in case i need a gym partner. or a rapper. or someone to teach me how to hide my fangirling poorly.”

he stared.

you nudged the phone into his hands.

he typed so fast he accidentally double-saved it with a heart. he panicked and tried to delete the heart but hit send instead.

you laughed again. “changbin, with a pink heart. you’re cute.”

he made a noise that could only be described as distressed victory. you winked and walked off, waving over your shoulder. “see you later, my fanboy.”

as soon as you disappeared around the corner, he exploded.

“oh my god,” he gasped. “oh my GOD.”

he sprinted back to the dressing room, burst in like a man on fire.

“GUYS—”

“you got her number, didn’t you,” seungmin said flatly, without looking up.

changbin flung himself on the couch, clutching his phone to his chest. “she called me HER fanboy and she SMILED and i think she WINKED and i do not know how to live anymore.”

“you’re being calm about this,” chan said mildly.

changbin shook his head. “i’m gonna marry her.”

the room exploded with teasing remarks. teasing changbin relentlessly? this was too good an opportunity to lose.

“you really are a fanboy huh?”

“support.”

“have you picked rings yet?”

“what’s the wedding dress code?”

“wonder what you’ll say on your first date”

changbin rolled over and screamed into a pillow.

soft changbin you have my heart for the rest of my lif

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[the-fanss]

Threads - Part 1

Saja boys x Soulmate! Reader

Ever since I can remember, I have been able to see threads connecting people to each other. Jokingly as a child I would always call them 'the string of fate' but maturing is realizing that nothing like that was true. Everyone is connected in one way or another and the brighter the color, the stronger the connection to the person. Idols have thousands or millions of faint threads connected to them which is something I'm used to seeing nowadays especially working as an event manager for music shows.

"The girls just finished their last song and should be coming below stage in just a moment, make sure to have water at the ready." I say talking into a small earpiece. Bobby standing next to me checking social media numbers and getting giddy about the girls' amazing show clips on tiktok. Bobby works hard but the fans work harder.

"The show went very well despite the delayed start" I say to Bobby and he looks up from his phone.

"It really did! I am so sorry for the delay earlier but the entrance was spectacular -" He starts then the elevator opens revealing the girls who are on a energy high. "Did somebody say water? Water Now!" Bobby says and immediately the girls are given water.

"Good work ladies, it's always a pleasure working with you" I say following along with the girls they all three turn and Zoey hugs onto me happy to see me again.

"(Reader) it's been so long! We haven't seen you since last tour, you've been so busy." Zoey cries hugging onto my arm. I've worked closely to them for the past 5 years since their debut and it's been a pleasure and working in this field I have met enough idols who are very entitled; thankfully the girls haven't let the fame get to their heads too much... besides not taking breaks.

"I'm so sorry Zoey, things have been crazy with scheduling events. You guys are about to be on break after tonight so how about we do something then?" I respond smiling slightly.

Zoey perks up at that and me saying that catches Mira and Rumi's attention as well. "Would you be open to going to the bathhouse or a movie night at ours?" Mira asks letting exhaustion seep through a bit.

"Yeah please have a movie night with us (Reader) we haven't seen you in forever" Rumi starts seeming to be in a very energetic mood despite having just performed.

"Well I can send you guys my free time so we can set something up" I say laughing a bit. "But I have to go now and make sure everyone leaves the stadium and head home."

"Bye (Reader)!" All of them say as I walk away and I wave saying goodbye to the girls and Bobby.

Finally done, I can finally relax at home and not have to worry about any fans or managers trying to schedule music events or anything of the sort. 'I should take a small vacation' I think to myself walking to a corner store to get a small treat after working hard the past week. It is the start of summer so a bunch of idol groups are debuting and releasing albums for a "hot summer song" and because of that I've been working overtime many nights and just need a break at this point.

Leaving the store I am just scrolling through my phone while walking and I accidentally bump into someone's shoulder causing me to drop my phone and managing to throw the other person off balance a bit. "Oh my god I am so sorry... sir.." I say trailing off as I look up and see that the person in front of me is fairly attractive. Light blue hair, baby face, twink build, but very sharp eyes. However, what caught my eyes at first sight is that he doesn't have threads... none at all. None that are faint in color or anything, just nothing. He looks at me sort of in a daze and shakes himself out of it as if he remembered something.

"Yeah pay more attention next time" He says and starts walking off,

It does take me by surprise a bit but whatever, the people you meet at night on the street won't always be the nicest. Shaking off the interaction is easy but shaking off the fact that there were no threads is harder, that isn't normal. It's as if he is a clean slate of nothing. Maybe he just moved to the area but even then he would still have faint ties...

As I walk away I don't notice the man's eyes following me as I am lost in thought about the very brief interaction. Nor do i notice how there is a change in his eyes, a very brief flash of gold and slits.

DING

"Rumi... do you not know what a break is?" I say rolling my eyes at a notification on my phone about Huntrix releasing a song just now.

~Elsewhere~

"Jinu.. something interesting happened." A blue haired man says walking into a building that most definitely was not theirs earlier that night.

"How interesting is interesting" A man who is only half paying attention to the bluenette who just barged into their apartment with no warning.

"A woman bumped into me while I was out trying to figure out where you want to show us off and she smelled... off." That caught Jinu's attention. "Off how?" Jinu asked more so worried about someone catching them right off the bat.

"She had a human smell but the smell was earthly sweet in an addicting way."

"Baby, we have to stay focused. Humans smell, we are just going to have to get used to it." Jinu says relaxing a bit relieved that nothing had actually happened. However, Baby couldn't get the interaction out of his head.

Notes: Hi everyone! Thank you for reading the first chapter of this series. I have plans and I promise things are going to get moving soon. This was more so to get you familiar with you as the main character. If you want to be tagged or leave feedback please feel free to! -Luka

Taglist: @libdarkheart

[pupkashi]

a/n: hi hi !! i hope you guys like this little one shot !! please let me know what yall think :3 <3 not proofread at all oopsies

obsessed with the idea of sung jinwoo, notoriously terrible with names, remembering yours after only meeting once. jinwoo is immediately taken by you, he debates letting himself get injured just so you could heal him.

the debate lasts but a heartbeat in his mind as he lets himself get a couple cuts on his cheeks, smiling as he defeats the beast in front of him before heading over to you. “could you-?” he motions to the wounds and you nod quickly, holding your hands over his wounds and healing them.

“thank you, i don’t think i got your name” he gives you a small smile, stifling a chuckle when he sees your eyes go wide at his statement.

“must’ve slipped my mind” you chuckle, “I’m y/n, it’s nice to meet you hunter sung.” jinwoo is looking at you with more interest than you thought he would, biting the inside of your cheek to try and hide your nerves.

“please just call me jinwoo, y/n” he smiles, liking the way your name fell off his tongue, “I’ll see you around.” there’s a charming glint in his eye that makes your knees buckle as you say a small ‘goodbye’ to him, heart racing as heat rises to your cheeks. you didn’t think you’d bump into jinwoo again, coming to terms with your schoolgirl crush that would go nowhere.

three weeks later you’re sitting in a coffee shop half empty cup in front of you as you mindlessly scrolled through your phone.

“y/n, it’s nice to see you again,” the deep voice pulls your attention from the screen, your eyes meeting jinwoo’s blue ones. he finds it endearing the way your eyes widen a bit upon seeing him, a smile on his face. “may i?” he motions to the seat across from you as you nod with a small smile.

“hunte- jinwoo, hi” you correct yourself, fiddling with your fingers as you set your phone on the table, “how have you been?” jinwoo takes a sip from his drink, pausing before replying.

“I’ve been good, what have you been up to?” he fights the urge to ask if you were waiting on someone, a date? the thought alone makes his heart drop. what have you done to him?

“nothing much,” you say, “was supposed to meet a friend for lunch and catch up but she had to go deal with some dungeon” the tone of dejection in your voice doesn’t go unnoticed, jinwoo frowning at your reply.

“im sorry,” there’s a small pause before he speaks up again, “would you like to join me for lunch? I would love the company.” the charming smile on his face has your knees weak again, your heart racing as you look at your phone, no text from your friend.

“yeah, that’d be nice” you reply, a smile on your face as jinwoo sits across from you, staring at the menu. there’s a small pout on his lips as he struggles to find any food to order. “there’s not many food options here” you speak up, “we were gonna just go somewhere else to eat.”

jinwoo’s ears turn red as he stares back at you, setting the menu down and nodding. “oh, didn’t know that” he mumbles. you smile at him, cocking your head slightly.

“is it your first time here?” you question, jinwoo’s cheeks are now the same pink as his ears, as his eyes go slightly wide before closing slightly.

“honestly, i only came in because i saw you in here” a sheepish smile on his rose tinted face as he scratches the back of his neck nervously. you can’t stop the heat rising onto your cheeks, the butterflies in your stomach going insane as you tried to hide the smile on your face.

“shall we?” jinwoo grins, standing up and following you out of the cafe. you thank him for holding the door open for you, mentally taking note of how much taller than you he was.

after a bit of wandering and small talk the two of you find a restaurant, entering and taking a seat. the conversation flows easily between the two of you, you feel strangely at ease despite this only being the second time you’d spoken to the man.

jinwoo offers to accompany you back to your apartment, you give him a soft smile and nod.

“y’know im a hunter too, right?” you tease, jinwoo laughs, holding his hands up in defense.

“sorry, just wouldn’t feel right if i didn’t even offer to walk to you home” the charming smile on his face isn’t helping your growing affection for the hunter.

there’s a comfortable silence between the two of you, your hands brushing against one another as you walk side by side. the two of you are looking in opposite directions, hearts racing as your pinkies link, a small shock is sent up your hand. neither of you say anything, jinwoo is biting his bottom lip, failing miserably at hiding the smile on his face.

“im kinda shocked you remembered my name” you speak up, breaking the silence and looking at the taller man next to you. “i heard you’re terrible with them” a small chuckle leaves your lips and jinwoo laughs softly.

“oh yeah, im the worst with names” he admits, his face is completely pink now, and he’s avoiding your gaze at all costs as he opens his mouth and closes it, thinking before speaking up again. “you just really caught my attention” he blurts out, trying to ignore igris and beru cheering him on from his shadow.

you’re a bit stunned at his words, heart leaping at his confession and you test the waters a bit by unlinking your pinkies and instead intertwining your fingers with his. “oh?” you giggle, as jinwoo’s blue eyes stare at you, the panic looked on his face morphs into a more relaxed confident one.

“I’ll admit I had a bit of a thing for you too” now it’s your turn to avoid his eyes. jinwoo smiles, humming softly and cocking his head “had?”

you stumble over your words a bit, “have, present tense” you finally say, jinwoo isn’t hiding his smile anymore, not even trying to suppress the small giggle leaving his lips.

the rest of the trip home is filled with giggles and bashful smiles, your stomach sinking a bit when you finally reach your front door.

“thank you for today, and for walking me home” you say, the two of you standing in front of the door. jinwoo is smiling down at you, eyes darting from your lips to your eyes. your heart skips a beat, not wanting your time with him to end yet.

“of course, anytime” he says, clearing his throat and snapping out of the trance like state he was in. the two of you are quiet for a second, giving him a small smile and wave as you unlock your front door. “when can i see you again?” he asks, a lovesick look on his face as he stares at you.

you can’t help but feel excitement bubble in the pit of your stomach, thinking for a moment before replying. “Friday, pick me up at 6?”

jinwoo smiles, nodding happily before waving goodnight to you, waiting for you to close the door before he turns on his heel. the giant smile on his face is enough for igris to tease him, he doesn’t care, he feels on top of the world. he stops dead in his tracks as he takes his phone out of his pocket.

how did he forget to get your number?

[binmeister]

Hello my friend! I have a good funny story request idea that you may like to do! Well I wanted to see you could do a headcanon/ story on the Saja Boys Au x female!reader where they had a small argument with each other then the reader screams out how there aren’t very funny or loving because there either too serious, sad, rude, airhead or nice which shocks the Saja Boys. Then they decide to play a prank on the reader to prove them wrong ( it can be any type of prank from making them food with something their allergic to plus funny ingredients, trying to scare them, flirt with someone, dress up in something silly, pretending to have amnesia and etc). But when their prank is over instead of getting a laugh or apologize; the reader would either get hurt/hospitalized (physically or emotionally), angry, cry, annoyed and even threaten to leave them ( is also joking as well) which causes them to feel guilty, like a jerk or beg for forgiveness?!!~ (It’s up to you whether or not they forgive them or not!)🤭😅❤️‍🔥😈✨

Pranks gone wrong and some misunderstandings

Saja boys x Reader (Separate)

Thank you for the prompt! I’m not doing anything that severely harms the reader or hurts them because I personally hate ‘pranks’ that go too far like that, but I tried to keep things in that kind of tone where the guys have redemption because they do mean well - may have strayed a lot from the prompt but I hope these are okay 😅

CW: Established relationships, mentions of crying in some prompts, includes the coriander / cilantro soap gene in Mystery’s prompt but you can swap that out for a different gene - mostly gender neutral but for any mentions of she/her you’re welcome to swap it out with preferred pronoun

Not proof read! Sorry for mistakes a lot of word vomit.

Jinu

Jinu was funny, a bit of a quirky and dorky kinda guy but he could be funny when he wanted to be and he liked to think it was something he could be proud of

His singing talent? A little iffy after everything that happened but his humour that he found again while hanging out with you? Yeah. He’s a funny guy

But the insecurities leaked out when both Abs & Romance said that he was kinda unfunny, you teased him with the duo in agreement and normally he can brush it off - roll his eyes and say ‘uh huh, totally’ because he knows you find him funny - its just this time it clung to him and made him self conscious on if you really did find him funny or not or if you just found him funny in the ‘you’re my boyfriend, of course i think you’re funny’

Was he too plain? Did he seem too stiff or was he acting too nice or something? It lead him to message Rumi to ask her if she thought he was funny and obviously - she thought he wasn’t because why would she think he’s funny? She thinks he’s an annoying little brat and he asks her for ideas to make you laugh

Platonic RuJinu for this! misunderstandings are so goofy sometimes

Jinu huffed, eyebrows furrowed as he responded back to Rumi with a little too much venom in his words as he tried to ask her for her honest opinion and didn’t particularly like her answer. Of course he’s funny! You were seated to the left of him on the couch as he continued furiously tapping away, his focus solely on his phone and you felt a twinge of jealousy. Who got him so worked up? He paused and then laughed a little at something Rumi had sent and visibly eased up. That isn’t what you want to see. He’s now laughing and smiling at his phone while you’re literally right next to him. You tried to peer over his shoulder and Jinu had instinctively shifted away, spooked by your sudden appearance and that set alarm bells of in your head.

Now he’s hiding his phone from you? You looked up at him and he saw the flash of hurt and panic in your eyes and he was confused at first, what’s the issue? Then he realised he had shifted away from you while you were trying to look at his phone, something that was normal between you two as you normally scrolled through each other’s feeds to see what memes or goofy clips you could laugh at together. Before you could stand up and walk away from him he grabbed your wrist, pulling you back down onto the couch beside him and shifted to hold your waist so you couldn’t get away despite your attempt to wriggle out of his grasp.

“Woah hey, hey let me explain-” He started out as you elbowed his side in your attempt to escape, he let out a grunt before pulling you even tighter into him. “Rude! You’re stuck in jail now missy.” He huffed out as he pulled you flush against his chest and onto his lap now, glaring at you slightly for the unnecessary blow you dealt him in.

“No it’s fine you can keep texting your girlfriend.” You grumbled out as you tried again to wriggle away and he rolled his eyes, unlocking his phone on the spot and holding it directly where your line of vision was so you could read the text chain for yourself. He was not going to let you walk away all annoyed and mad at him over a misunderstanding.

 J: I’m funny right?

 R: As funny as a pre-schooler

 J: ...rude.  R: But it’s true (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)

 R: Why’re you bothering me  J: I wanna make [Name] laugh  R: Your face probably already does that enough (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡

 J: That’d be yours.

 R: She probably thinks you’re funny enough as is, she’s literally your girlfriend?

 R: Idk why though... you’re so blegh

 J: She thinks I’m great.

 R: Suuuuuuure buddy

 R: She could do so much better

 R: Tell her when she’s sick of you I’ll be there for her (˶ᐢ ᵕ ᐢ˶)♡♡

 J: ?????

You couldn’t help the snort that escaped you as you tried not to laugh at Rumi’s blatant insults and jabbing at Jinu, understanding now why Jinu had laughed - rather than out of joy it was out of annoyance cause woooow she totally got him good. He rolled his eyes at you as you calmed down finally, relaxing into his hold as you both watched Rumi’s chat bubble typing away.

 R: [Name] if you’re reading this - I’ll treat you better than he ever could! I know your shoe size unlike this guy ♡

You burst into a fit of laughter at that, she had you there because it was true. Jinu struggled to remember all the different measurements of the people around him - having to keep track of his own as well as the boys; you didn’t expect him to know your measurements even remotely but he’s done a pretty decent job without the exact details.

 J (Name): I might take you up on that offer pookie ♡ - [N]

 R: I KNEW YOU LOVED ME MORE !

“Woooow.” You heard Jinu say he watched your tiny exchange with Rumi, offended that you would pick her over him. He’s literally your boyfriend! He eased up into the couch and let his hold on you loosen up as you looked up at him innocently, both of you letting your burst of jealousy pass now that it was cleared up that it was definitely a misunderstanding. 

“I love you..?” You said, cheeky smile on your face as you said it in a more playful manner than intended as he stared at you blankly before he leant in and pecked your forehead. “...love you too.”

Abs / Abby

He’s goofy, laughs at his own jokes a little too hard but there’s something infectious about his laugh that just makes you start laughing too

Sometimes jokes go over his head but when you explain them to him, he gets it and starts laughing so hard it sounds like he might throw up

He didn’t really care for pranks, he didn’t see why people were so adamant it’s funny to make your partner cry or get upset cause yeah you’re kinda cute when you get annoyed at him but what if he made you cry? He’d feel so bad if he did that

Then there was a day the group was hanging out, you were lounged with him and tucked snuggly into his side as you drew patterns into his side and he occasionally let out a chuckle at the ticklish sensation when he heard Baby call out

“Dude.. did you know you’re kinda a meat head?” He was nonchalant as he randomly insulted Abby and you protested at the rude comment, rejecting the connotation and it made Abby think for a bit

...was he really that stupid? Did everyone think he was dumb? ...did you think he was dumb too? He’s not outwardly the smartest guy ever but he likes to think he was witty and sharp enough that it wasn’t a concern, it’s just sometimes tone in conversations fall flat on his ears - sarcasm is hard to read !

Which lead to this moment, Abby had a pair of fake glasses on as he stood at the kitchen counter across from you and was currently explaining- no. Mansplaining to you about why men were strong and all this bullshit about being a true Alpha and all that garbage. Whatever he dug up on twitter was grating your nerves and you were about to strangle him out if he continued on any longer - it’s been an hour and a half! How can he still blabber on about something he’s never shown interest in before.

“Abby.” You finally shut him up, he froze at your tone and it dawned on him how frustrated you actually are. Despite his size it looked like he shrunk in on himself, as he quietened down to hear what you had to say and his train of his thought was completely caught off - those Alpha podcasts said that this was what human women were into! He swears! He heard them say it.

“I love you dearly,” You began and he smiled a little at that and almost straightened back up until you continued on, “If you say one more word, in regards to whatever the hell this is that you’re spouting at me. We are done.“

His expression froze as he stared at you with wide eyes - was this a break up? Are you breaking up with him because he tried to become smart? Or did he search up all the wrong things and fumble everything. He was panicking and it showed as he instinctively reached across the counter to grab you hands as he fumbled with his words to explain himself, he didn’t actually mean the words he was saying honestly he didn’t even know what half of the stuff being said on the podcast meant and the guy sounded so confident so Abby earnestly thought that it had to be legit! He’s a demon who isn’t used to modern day women and societal norms so the internet was his only option to get information truly.

“I didn’t- I mean I don’t really.. y’know I.” He was tripping over himself, too many thoughts in his head at once and all from his own panic as he tried to rationalise how to explain to you that this wasn’t actually what he thought it was just something he assumed you might like. “I thought you’d like me better if I said stuff like this.. cause I’m a meat head...”

His last few words were a little softer as he admitted what caused him to go on this tirade and you felt bad for him, it wasn’t really his fault that he didn’t understand why those talking points were blatantly disrespectful and you knew for a fact that he could never fathom actually believing in that kind of thing. If he thought anyone was better than anyone else, it’d be from his self confidence in knowing he’s got a great physique and athletic capabilities but he’s always been willing to admit when he couldn’t do something or felt like he wasn’t enough.

“Hey.. I know you don’t think those things and you’re not a meat head.” You shifted your hands to rest on top of his and you could see him visibly relax at that, cheeks dusting a light pink and glowing a little from how dumb and embarrassed he felt right now that he just wasted an hour of your time. “Where’d you even come across this stuff anyway?”

He paused. The one that had sent him this information had walked into the kitchen and was absentmindedly raiding for the fridge for any spicy goodies or any snacks he could steal. You caught the way Abby’s eyes glanced at Baby and you had to stop yourself from body slamming the smaller man.

“Baby.” He turned to look at you, normally bored and smug expression frozen in a mildly alert and panicked one. “We need to talk about something.”

Let’s just say that he hadn’t insulted Abby in a few weeks and was a lot more careful with what he let slip out.

Mystery

A quiet guy, he could take a joke mostly but occasionally would lash out if pushed too far

It was an off-handed comment that didn’t mean much but you had mentioned that you were glad he was calm and easier to handle than the goofier guys - it wasn’t mean to insinuate he wasn’t funny but he took it as an insult unknowingly stewing on it as he thought over ways to ‘prank’ you

Baby and Romance mentioned there were these ‘prank channels’ on youtube and he had watched a couple, the couples in the video always seemed to scream at eachother and then laugh it off so he though the could pull it off as well - bookmarked a video and then proceeded to duplicate the steps in that video

Yeah he can prove he’s goofy and spontaneous !

But he didn’t really understand that the videos weren’t real and were usually staged

“Is this for me?” You questioned, a little awe in your voice as Mystery handed you a plate with a little puff in his chest like he was really proud of what he made for you. It was a simple noodle dish that you’d been craving for a while and this man was sweet enough to learn how to cook it for you... You smiled at him, not second-guessing any ulterior motives and that made him smirk a little. It’s just like the video he watched.

You picked up the fork he had given you and twirled a small rose of noodles onto it, about to lift it to your mouth and go to town when you got a whiff of something that you knew you couldn’t eat. Coriander. You looked up at him, puffing your cheeks out and were a little thrown off about how he decided to throw in coriander into a noodle dish that.. doesn’t require it. He looked a little upset at you for catching onto what he had done and huffed, frustrated that you didn’t necessarily fall for the prank and in turn you got upset at him - he knows you can’t eat it, the dumb gene you complain about frequently enough that makes the stuff taste like soap.

So why’d he do that?

Before you can question him on it he walks away, not wanting to talk to you because now you’ve ruined the prank and it won’t be funny anymore and you’re shocked. He’s upset at you? You huffed as you put away the plate in the fridge, letting it be a free for all for whichever guy came home and was hungry because you sure as hell couldn’t enjoy it with the insane amounts of coriander that had been ground into it. Cut small enough to look like literally any other herb but you knew that smell too well. Jerk.

After that you didn’t talk to each other, from minutes then lead to hours and then even extended to a few days where you weren’t talking at all. No messages. No late night calls. You didn’t even come over to hang out with the other boys because you were so frustrated that Mystery tampered with your food.. It was only this one thing this time but what if you had a more sever allergy? Would he overlook it for some twisted joke? Which only upset you more. Yeah you could’ve just eaten the meal and then told him to correct it for next time.. but you thought he listened and respected you. Did he not?

The overthinking didn’t stop, it got to a point where you were just holed up in your room - hoodie on as you curled into yourself and the tears finally started to come down. You were so annoyed at him, annoyed at yourself for not talking to him, just annoyed at everything. All that frustration over the last few days filled with over thinking and second guessing things made you emotional and you couldn’t stop the tears that kept on flowing. It wasn’t that big of a deal but on a grander scale it really was a big deal because if you can’t trust him with something small could you really trust him with something big?

Your doorbell chimed, you contemplated ignoring it and just crying your eyes out for a few more hours but you went against that thought. Sleeves rubbing your eyes and wiping off the tear stains on your cheeks as you got up and headed over to the door, not bothering to check who it could be because there were very few people who could turn up like this. And of course it was the one you secretly wanted to see the most.

Mystery stood there, his posture less confident than usual as his mouth opened and closed trying to formulate the sentences that he had been practicing at home with the other guys as they walked him through why it’s not a good idea to mess with somebody’s food. He couldn’t get a word out before you reached for him, arms lifted up and he obediently stepped into the foyer with you and wrapped his arms around you - head rested against yours as you sniffle and let the tears fall again.

“That wasn’t nice..” You mumbled into his shirt and he only nodded in response, he honestly expected worse but if you were this nice about it... maybe he could make up for it? He shut your front door behind him, attempting to waddle you both to your room so you could be more comfortable rather than standing in the foyer for whoever knows how long. Soon enough you were situated back on your bed, him sitting up resting against the headboard as he let you curl into his side - his fingers drawing small circles on your back as he let you decide if you wanted to be closer or not - which you opted to do. Shuffling closer and slowly wrapping an arm around his waist as you laid your head on his chest. It was quiet, peaceful like it usually is.

You dozed off, the fatigue from crying and being frustrated for days on end getting to you and the soothing sensation of him continuously drawing patterns on your back lulled you off into a comforting sleep but you caught what he said as you let sleep overcome you... it brought a small smile to your lips as you snuggled closer.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.”

Romance

He knew he was a charming guy, funny? Sometimes. But charming definitely

What he wasn’t expecting was for you to point it out one day while you were hanging out with the guys, Abs had pointed out that Romance was only good at flirting and you had jokingly agreed while laughing - but that joke rubbed him the wrong way

What do you mean you don’t find him funny? You think he’s handsome, charming, the best thing that’s ever happened to you but... you don’t think he’s funny? Hell no he needs to correct that!

All he does is flirt? Pft he can prove you all wrong!

He couldn’t. 

That was a sad pathetic pep talk to himself as he instinctively flirted with the fans that attended the Saja boys fan signing, though he may have been playing it up a bit too much as he was ogled openly by all types of fans that came along. He flirted with the women, the aunties that stopped by, the guys roughly around his age too - he was a simple man! More love to give than he could ever contain within himself. At least that was the persona he put on was.

After the event was over they had returned home and you had sent a text hoping it went well, but he thought it over and decided what he could do to get back at you and the other guys. He wasn’t flirty in his response, didn’t ask how your day was, none of that stuff that he learned from being online or from observing people when they first came to the human world after years of being in the demon realm. Just told you the event went well and that was it, dry.

You blinked at your phone when you saw the dry response from Romance, not particularly something you were used to. He usually had a specific way of texting and this was devoid of any emoticons, emojis, nothing. It made you feel a little uncomfortable and a little upset even. What’s his deal? That continued on for the next couple of hours, you tried to initiate your usual evening conversations and Romance continued to give you dry blunt responses in return. It felt like you were talking to a completely different guy and it started to make you nervous. Is the honey moon phase over? Is this what’s always going to happen now that you were comfortable? He’ll give you crumbs of attention and you just have to savour each piece?

You continued trying that night, trying to get him to talk to you like he usually did and even asking if he had enough energy to talk on the phone. All met with more rejection and more blunt or dry responses. It was like you were message a different Saja boy all together but you knew the other guys relatively well enough to know that they didn’t do that thing, it wasn’t in their books to mess with someone’s phone without saying anything. It was 1am by the time you gave up - each response from Romance had taken longer and longer to get back to you, like he was purposely putting his phone on do not disturb and then remembering half an hour to an hour later that he hadn’t responded. This wasn’t like him and it was genuinely starting to hurt.

You sent one last text - wishing him a goodnight and when you were left on read and no instant reply it made your heart sink. Staring at your ceiling you felt numb now. Your usually doting boyfriend was being so cold to you, you didn’t even care that he flirted with fans! It’s part of the gig and you knew what he did and what his words and actions actually meant when he truly meant what he said. So why was he switching up on you so suddenly? It hurt, it stung. It reminded you of the previous partners you’ve had and the dating horror stories friends had warned you about when their respective exes switched up on them one day and how pathetic it made them feel when they’d keep grovelling for attention. How pathetic it’s making you feel as you anxiously wait for Romance to respond. To say goodnight, tell you he loved you. Call you.

Something.

A few tears leaked out of your eyes and then you felt terrible, it was only one night of being given the cold shoulder and this is where it lead you? Were you too comfortable and safe so now you’re being punished for opening up your heart? You ended up crying yourself to sleep, not remembering when exactly you managed to fall asleep but you did it. Unbeknownst to you Romance was patting himself on the back. He proved it! He isn’t just a flirt and can totally do the cool guy persona. He can’t wait to rub it in your face in the morning that he got you when he checked his phone at the time you usually woke up, he froze.

Where’s his good morning text? He scrolled up the chat log and realised he hadn’t wished you a good night and he frowned at himself, he had to turn off his notifications so he wouldn’t instinctively respond to you every time you sent a message but now he felt bad. He really left you hanging that much in between each reply? Yeah he’s a demon but he knows that a real gentleman doesn’t let someone second-guessing their words. 

 R: Good morning my sweet rose!

 [N]: Hey

 R: I hope you slept well, I’m excited to hear your voice

 [N]: Are you?

 R: Of course I am! I always love to hear your sweet voice

He sent a good morning text to you first, excited to see your reply but wasn’t expecting a simple ‘hey’ in return so after the next messages were exchanged he called you up. He expected your sleepy voice but he didn’t expect to hear you sniffling into the receiver as you picked up, your voice was a little sad and he felt his heart ache a little.

“What’s wrong..?” He asked and you scoffed. Really? He couldn’t tell? Before you could tell him off he excitedly told you what he did yesterday. “I did it! I managed the cool guy thing in our messages, see I’m more than just a flirt.” There was some pride in his voice and some triumph to it too and you felt tears well back up in your eyes as you heard your regular Romance speak to you, like he normally did with that slightly sultry tone and could hear the crinkle in his eyes as he would’ve smiled as he talked.

“You were a jerk.” You responded curtly, a slight edge to your voice as the relief kicked into your body a little. It was just a bit. And not a total shift in personality, thank god.

“..I messed up didn’t I..” Romance said quietly into the phone as he scratched his cheek with his free hand, he definitely owed you a romantic date and he knew it. Your simple hum of agreement reaffirmed that thought and he immediately started going on a tangent about how he’ll make it up to you and that he’s sorry, the little quiet laugh you let out let him know that you weren’t opposed to that either.

Maybe being the ‘flirty one’ wasn’t that bad.

Baby 

Baby doesn’t really exert much energy to talk much when he doesn’t need to, mostly giving one-liners that make you laugh a little too hard because often it’s something unhinged or he points something out that just makes you snort

He doesn’t think he’s the most funny guy ever but you definitely give him an ego boost when you laugh at an off-hand comment he says or when the guys roll their eyes at him

The guys were ragging on him one night - saying that he wasn’t that funny and was an asshole who only knew how to say a mean quip to get some cheap laughs and he was irritated, so what? You liked it so it worked right?

Then he started to think it over.. maybe you were only giving him pity laughs? And that thought in itself pissed him off a bit - he doesn’t want your stupid human pity, he’ll make a different joke and he had the perfect idea

You’re always so forgetful he could probably throw something of yours away and you wouldn’t even notice and then laugh at yourself when you realise what happened - so he did just that

It was just a joke, he didn’t understand why you were staring at him like he killed your family. All he did was throw away some useless piece of jewellery you don’t even wear that often - it was supposed to poke fun at how you always forget about things when you put them down and walk away. How forgetful you are. But you’re not laughing and he doesn’t understand. Why’re you so quiet right now? It should be hilarious - hell he’d laugh too if you threw some useless junk he had out and he didn’t notice for a week.

“Why did you do that..?” Your voice was small as you questioned him, tears welling up in your eyes and he got irritated at that. Why’re you so upset over some dumb piece of metal? 

“Get over yourself, you’re such a crybaby.” He muttered, mouth moving before his mind could catch up and that’s what did it. The tears were falling down your cheeks as your lip quivered, there was such a distinct look of betrayal in your eyes and he was flabbergasted. It was just a joke why’re you crying? He didn’t stop you as you shoved him out of your apartment, you weren’t cursing him out and you didn’t even say goodbye to him as you slammed the door shut in his face. But then he heard the faint sounds of your broken sobs through the door and realised yeah... maybe he was just an asshole. 

He left you alone for a while, thought that maybe giving you a few days would be the right thing to do because if you wanted to talk to him - you’d just message him. You always did. But his phone had no new messages, no missed calls, not even a tag on social media in a meme that reminded you of him. Just radio silence. The other guys knew something was up but didn’t want to push Baby to talk to them, the first time Romance tried to ask if he was alright he snapped at the elder guy that he was fine and things are perfect right now. He was irritated, at you for making him feel confused like this. Yeah he can be an asshole but now you’re being an asshole too by not talking to him about it. 

It’s not like the piece of jewellery would be lost forever, he could just buy you a new one! Then the information was leaked to him from the other guys. Romance had managed to talk to you and was telling Jinu when he overheard where you got that dumb bracelet from. A late gift from an ex-best friend or something, one that had moved away and you were never able to contact again and he was annoyed all over again. You don’t even talk to that person anymore! Why does it matter! He blurted it out and the other two jumped, not realising he had been listening in and then Jinu spelled it out for him.

“It’s the memory associated with it, that’s what matters.” He explained as he looked down with a stern expression, they’re demons and yes their humanity may have been lost to a large extent... but the memories were always something that haunted them. So how could it not effect a human? He reconsidered his frustrations and finally let it go, the next day busying himself with how to make it up to you and he found himself at your doorstep. Knocking softly on the front door and waited for the familiar shuffle of you rushing around and opening the door with a smile. Everything but the last part of the routine was there, you tried to smile at him but it looked like you were still upset so it didn’t reach your eyes and he mentally kicked himself over it.

“Hey-” “I’m sorry.” You couldn’t even greet him before his hand was extended to yours, a small bracelet in his palm that was messy - clearly handmade and not by a professional but it made your lips quirk up in a genuine smile this time. You gently picked it up from his hand and slipped it onto your wrist, the colours were pastel and matched his signature hair colour and a soft baby pink. Not the prettiest thing in the world but there was meaning in it and soon enough Baby found himself wrapped up in your arms, something he hadn’t realised he missed so much in the days without your touch so he graciously accepted the hug and squeezed you lightly in his arms mumbling a complaint into your shoulder about how you can’t just go silent on him out of no where like that again.

Yeah, he may be an asshole but at least you seemed to forgive him for it.

[cardo-de-comer]

soo helloo and i think it's time for me to explain the deal with my characters and this whole "you're not supposed to be here" thing. EDIT: finally updated the info! Also I now have a Unvale profile that I use as a gallery and keep my ocs art in there. You can check it out if you don't want to scroll trough the ynstbh hashtag on my tumblr ha here it is

i made these characters way back in june and by today they have a lot of lore around them in my head. i even have a dream to make a game with them but it's just a dream for now so i'm gonna try to explain the main things about this story. Obviously this is a long post, although I tried to keep this stuff short. and excuse me for my writing and any mistakes, I don't usually write this much text.

It starts with the world. Alternate 15th century, humanity is almost gone and what's left of it shares quite a big city with demons and angels. However, demons and angels are usually being treated like servants - eventually one gets tired of it all, so everyone knows an uprising is just around the corner. Let's just ignore that for now.

The City has a catch of it's own - it's alive. The walls have eyes and ears and the City knows every resident by heart and soul, both figuratively and literally. Usually City acts through the King, it chooses protectors for itself, ones who have strong minds to comprehend it - they will be called the royal knights, each of them have a company of a /more wiser than the rest of them/ demon and angel to help with their tasks. Only the King and ten royal knights know that the City is alive and very talkative but they don't understand fully what it's trying to tell them. Most of them choose to ignore the voices in their head because hey, that's what you do usually in this situation, otherwise they drive you nuts.

City is also extremely emotional and it's appearance depends on it's condition. Usually it's a sunny day out and the city looks welcoming, but you don't want to be there when the City is scared: it might eat you alive by accident. Now that the environment is aside, time for the main three characters.

I need to add that all characters are entwined with each other one way or another - everything is connected here in my head and it's a shame I cannot tell you fully about how it all is.

Imri is a man of a few words, usually stoic and prefers to stay on his own side, not choosing between Sun and Moon or Hells and Heaven. Chosen to be one of the Royal Knights, he's highly trained to fight for himself and protect the City. Though he actually wanted to be a painter. Always collected and confident, he rarely shows emotion and understands little of it, as well as feelings. There is something uncanny, wrong and strange about him. Despite all of this, he still has human fears and boundaries that he has driven himself into, trying to conform to the society of his time.

The Eighth One is Imri's "true" form - it's his very Soul, that takes the shape of a eight-pointed star. It sees a true nature of things and what drives them - if there were any humans left, when the Eighth One appeared, it would probably see them as a lot of blood because blood is what moves us. With that it sees the City as it is - it looks like an abomination. Souls were made by the Gods a long long time ago - although it's hard to tell how many of them are there - the Eighth One is just the one we know about. They appear at late point of the script. The Eighth One is a glass cannon.

Royal knights get to know their angel and demon companions at least a month before they get knighted to avoid any misunderstandings. Imri doesn't mind his friends at all, although one of them causes quite a fuss sometimes /cough cough devil cough/.

Angel /they name themselves Lyra/ is an overly positive, naive and blindly kind entity. A bit childish and very kind but also endlessly naive, can do "good" to that extend it actually becomes "bad".

One of the most beloved by Gods angel, they were made an archangel back in Heaven. Ynstbh lore goes along bible a lot, so it's true that Lyra was the one who threw the Devil out of heavens when he started to cause problems. You can hear a lot of echoing voices when they talk.

Another Imri companion happened to be the Devil himself. Yes, everyone knows who this is, everyone avoids him and he's not supposed to be here at all. No one knows why exactly he's here, but maybe it's because no one dares to ask. And Imri just doesn't care enough.

He's everything you expect a devil to be. Similar to Bible, was an angel once, angered the Gods (multiple times), got thrown out, became whatever he is now. Did a lot of horrific things and plans to do more. He and Lyra are "old colleagues", they know each other since Eden but now they just behave like bitter exes. Knows a lot more than he tells.

Sun and Moon are the gods of this universe. All powerful but also nonchalant about the world below, they focus more on their own business. Rarely show themselves to humans, so all they usually see is a celestial body.

Despite always looking calm, the Sun is always full of feelings, warmth and love. It's almost sensual in a way. However, they are very distant and prefer to keep everything to themselves. Ages ago, when the Gods were a little "younger", Sun was a bit more open and very curious, especially about humanity. The Sun is blind, however, it still can see a lot, because what is blindness to a god? They choose to be this way.

The Moon is more chaotic, likes to break and corrupt things, a lot more eager to show and tells what they feel. Their mood changes with each moon phase quite drastically. Moon has a lot of influence on a darker things and entities, such as fallen angels and demons.

Angels and demons were made by Sun and Moon and they come in all forms and sizes but those are the main population - lesser demons resemble the Devil in some ways and lesser angels look like clovers. Rivals usually (though they fought like children) but when the revolution happens, they learn to tolerate and work with each other. Humanity doesn't really have a chance.

Rev is a demon that was in charge of the City's guard. Known for his short-tempered demeanor, he was the only one who could control other demons well. When the revolution finally happened, he became the one in the lead - though he's not the one who started it. There is another God.

Time is the, well, time. It's a solitary god, that prefers to stay away from other gods, Sun and Moon. However, everything, including them, depends on Time heavily. Time resembles a bell and has a lot of candles, making you think about churches, but humans tend to forget about Time quite often so there's no churches in their honor left. They don't mind. They are a very minor character in script so they appear only at the start and the end very briefly.

And there is another being, that Imri meets a few times through the story - it's Death. Death is just having fun in this end of the world and there is a lot of work to be done. I haven't drawn them separately yet but Death appears here along with Imri.

The whole story begins at that day when Imri is supposed to be knighted. Everything seemed fine until Imri gets to hear the City for the first time and realizes that he hears and sees a lot more than everyone else. Completely overwhelmed he blacks out - even the toughest of minds often can't take it - and wakes up later only to find out that the King got killed somehow, angels and demons saw this as the starting point for a revolution and the City starts to panic.

Now Imri, guided by his companions and the voice of scared City that's crumbling and slowly drives him insane, shall travel to the center of it to find out what really happened, getting through demons and angels who are busy destroying the rest of humanity. Fun. I'm pretty sure you can get more story and details from my art - I just don't really know how to put it into text right now.

There is a lot more to this whole thing but I cannot tell the entire plot because spoilers, in case if i actually will make something out of this story. Think of it as a game lore. I'm not sure about making sth yet because i operate only on hopes and dreams and i barely have any strength lately but who knows... But now you have at least some context! And yeah, thank you if you actually read all of this, you're a hero.

Now i need to get back to drawing. Thank you all for your support. <3

[sevsevteen]

Filming that day had been a joy.

You remembered laughing until your cheeks hurt during the breaks - remembered being the one chasing after Seungkwan with the gopro cam when he tripped over the cushion - remembered guiding the camera into Vernon’s face mid-bite, making Mingyu snort his drink out of his nose.

You’d helped with interviews, cracked jokes behind the camera to make the members laugh, even offered to do the slate for some takes - just so you could be more involved. You remembered Mingyu grinning at your enthusiasm, how Seungkwan had declared, “Give her a PD-nim name already!”

So when the video dropped on YouTube that evening, you rushed to your laptop, practically bouncing on the bed. Your heart gave a little flutter of excitement as you immediately clicked the link, eager.

The intro played. Starting with a montage of everyone's preparations. There was BooSeokSoon's high energy, Joshua and Jeonghan fighting about a minor thing in the background. You smiled, remembering how it was over whether Joshua had stepped on Jeonghan's shoes. Then, a scene of them all rehearsing a formation – you were clearly there, in the middle, your laugh echoing with Seokmin's just off-camera. But the clip quickly cut away, focusing on a close-up of Jun's focused expression.

Your smile faltered. That wasn't anything, right?

You watched on, feeling a growing unease. Another group shot, then a quick pan that skimmed past you to focus on Vernon. A segment showing them eating dinner now, a chaotic, funny scene you remembered vividly. You were there, right next to Hao, gesturing wildly while you told a story about your off-day before. The camera lingered on Minghao, then cut to Seungkwan’s reaction. You were completely out of frame.

Your brows furrowed. Wait—what?

Clip after clip, scene after scene, you found yourself… missing. It was as if you were a ghost in your own memories. The wide shots that captured everyone briefly included you, but any close-ups, any significant interactions, any moment where you might've stolen a bit of the spotlight – they were edited out. It wasn't subtle. It was deliberate. By the end of the 30-minute vlog, you counted a mere two scenes where you were clearly visible and identifiable for more than a fleeting second. One was a wide shot where you were indistinguishable from the rest, and the other was a brief, awkward close-up of you laughing with someone who was then immediately spotlighted.

Your stomach dropped.

You remembered holding that camera. You remembered being there.

Leaned back, you blinked rapidly. Did you imagine it? Were you just…not good enough? Not funny enough?

Scrubing through the timeline, confusion gave way to disbelief. You opened the comments - chest tightening with each scroll.

“Where’s our girl??”

“She filmed a bunch for this, why’d they cut her?”

“Not again…this editing feels weird.”

But below that came the others:

“She doesn’t talk much in these vids anyway.”

“Maybe the addition just wasn’t there lol.”

“Honestly I didn’t notice she was gone.”

You quietly shut the laptop. Your room was too quiet. Too full of static.

You stared at the screen a while longer, chest tight, until the browser blurred from the tears you refused to let fall.

.

The dorm was quieter than usual in the morning.

You could feel it in the way Cheol looked at you with too much softness. In how Mingyu hovered but didn’t joke. Even Dino - usually loud and dancing to a random song - gave you space, almost like he didn’t know what to say.

You greeted them like normal, clicking your room door shut behind you.

“Morning!”

“Hey…” They all watched you too carefully, unsure if you knew — or if they should bring it up. “Did you see the new video they just released?”

But you didn’t want their pity. You didn’t want the conversation. Not right now.

So you smiled, that same practiced smile you’d worn through hundreds of stages.

“I haven’t watched the video yet,” you said breezily, sliding onto the stool beside Dino. “Was it good?”

The members exchanged looks.

“It was, but they had to do some more editing,” Vernon quickly cut in. “they forgot to cut a clip where Mingyu cursed - you should save the view till they re-edit, yeah?”

Your smile didn’t falter. But your eyes didn’t join in.

You pretended not to notice Seungcheol quietly slip out the door to pick up his phone right after.

.

You sat cross-legged on the bed, screen dimmed low as your thumb mindlessly flicked through the comments section again. Some messages were kind. Some weren’t. But they all echoed louder than they should.

You hadn’t even realized how long you’d been reading until a soft knock echoed against your door.

You quickly locked your phone, blinking hard to clear your expression.

“Come in,” you called out, voice level.

The door creaked open.

Joshua peeked in gently, holding two mugs of warm tea. “Hey. Brought you something.”

You managed a tired smile. “You didn’t have to.”

“I wanted to,” he said simply, stepping in and setting one mug on the nightstand. The bed dipped beside you as he sat.

For a moment, the both of you just sat in silence. Just the quiet sound of AC humming and the weight of what wasn’t said.

“You okay?” he asked gently.

“I’m fine,” you replied quickly. Too quickly.

Joshua tilted his head. “That’s not what I asked.”

Your shoulders slumped, fingers curled around the warm mug, grateful for the way it grounded you.

After a long pause, you finally muttered, “I actually...watched the video already.”

Joshua didn’t say anything. He didn’t need to - the way his eyes softened with a sigh was enough.

“I just…” you exhaled. “Maybe I didn’t say anything interesting. Or maybe I wasn’t needed in the edit. It’s okay. Really.”

But then, your voice cracked just slightly.

“Maybe I just don’t stand out enough.”

Before Joshua could speak, a loud shuffle came from outside the room - then, the door burst open.

Seungkwan, Seokmin, and Mingyu stumbled in first, followed by Vernon, Woozi, and Hoshi right behind them.

“I told you guys not to eavesdrop,” Joshua muttered, but didn’t stop the small smile tugging at his lips when he turned to fac them.

“Not me, I didn’t,” Woozi said, leaning on the doorframe. “I was passing by. With intent.”

You blinked, a little overwhelmed. “Why are you all here?”

“Because the company sucks,” Dino said bluntly, earning a few groans from the others. “And because we’re going to fix it.”

Jeonghan sighed. “You were the one running around helping everyone. Holding the cam. Even the behind-the-scenes of the behind-the-scenes.” His tone softened. “We all saw it.”

“…It’s not a big deal,” you mumbled.

You shook your head. “It’s just one video—”

“It is,” he said. “Not because it’s you. But because you worked hard and they erased that.”

“It’s never just one video,” Hoshi cut in, sitting at the foot of your bed. “It’s your memories too. You were there, and it mattered.”

“Why didn’t you tell us sooner?” Minghao asked gently.

“I thought I was just overreacting…”

“Let them say what they want,” Jun said, nudging your chin up. “But they’ll never know the real Seventeen like we do.”

“Like we know you,” Chan added, softer.

For a second, you felt something in your chest loosen - something tight and tangled and bruised.

You smiled, really smiled this time. “You guys are so dramatic.”

.

And later, Wonwoo would slip into your room when you were asleep, dropping a USB on your desk that had every raw behind-the-scenes clip he personally dug out from the hard drive. A silent offering.

On the USB was a sticky note:

“You were there. We all saw it. Don’t let them make you feel like a ghost.”

--

[lilpaigeywbb]

⟡꒰ my eyes only! ꒱⟡

➜ summary: when paige sees whats in your my eyes only!

➜ warnings: smut + invasion of privacy if you squint + edging lowkey and orgasm denial || not proofread!

➜ pairing: paige x fem reader

➜ authors note: this IS on @slutzforbueckers page!!! i originally wrote it and sent it in to her and she posted it but pls dont attack me for plagiarism i swear i wrote this. also if yall want a part two where reader sees paige’s my eyes only, LMK! anyhoo enjoy!!!!

you and paige were cuddling like normal, greys anatomy playing in the background. her arms were wrapped around your torso, face buried between your breasts (her fav). one of your hands was absentmindedly playing with her hair while the other was holding your phone, going through your snapchat memories. there was a photo of a set of lingerie you had tried on ages ago that you had been meaning to show her but had forgotten up until now. you kept looking and looking but you couldn’t find the photo so you checked your my eyes only section. as you looked, you tried to ignore the other photos in there which turned out successful because you got distracted by both the show and the doorbell ringing with your doordash. with a kiss on the top of her head and a needy whine leaving her lips, you pulled away from your girlfriend, leaving your phone open as you went to grab the food.

paige and yourself always had a transparent relationship, whether it was allowing each other to see dms and texts or telling each other every secret ever, there was always trust. so, as she sometimes did, paige grabbed your phone and decided to take a peek but did not get what she was expecting at all. she thought she’d see a shopping website or pinterest but instead, she was met face to face with a picture of your bare tits, round and perky as always. she shifted, rubbing her thighs together and thought fuck it and continued scrolling. there were pictures of your tits, your pussy, you touching yourself… she was overwhelmed. AND she had never seen them before because you were saving them for a special occasion. you walked back into the room, smiling obliviously, “hey, foods out in the kitc-“

she didn’t let you speak any more than that.

she pounced and her lips were on yours in an instant, pulling you back to bed and murmuring, “you been savin those pictures for me?” you blushed, knowing what she was talking about and nodding shyly as she bit and licked at your neck. “wanted to surprise you…” she groaned, feeling herself dripping through her boxers. her mouth moved lower to your collarbone, pulling off your shirt to get better access to you skin. she kissed down your chest, grateful that you opted not to wear a bra because it meant she could get straight to sucking your tits. her tongue swirled around your nipple in a way that had you whimpering and whining under her which only made her more turned on.

“saved pictures of that pussy for me, huh? bet you wanted me to eat it, didn’t you?” she rasped against your stomach, pulling down your shorts and panties while spreading your slick around your folds. all you could do was moan and whine in response, words escaping you. she wasn’t playing around. she wanted to get right to it and so she did. her mouth was warm and wet, just like you always were. her arms were around your thighs, holding you open while she ravished you like a starved woman. your hands flew to her hair as she sucked on your clit and you moaned helplessly, already feeling the coil grown impossibly tighter. “pai- ima cum!” she chuckled against you, the vibrations making you whine more. she looked up at you, working her tongue against your clit as she slid two fingers in. “not until i say you can. you can be good, right?” she purred, kissing your thighs and pumping her fingers in and out of you. instinctively, you whined and nodded. she knew you’d agree to anything if it meant you could cum. she lapped at your clit again, feeling how your thighs shook, how your walls clenched around her fingers, and how you stopped moaning and just stuck to whining which was your tell-tale sign that you were gonna cum but she didn’t let you.

it went on like this for a while. you’d whine about how you needed to cum and she would say no so you’d hold it. all of this because of some pictures she had found (smh). it wasn’t until you started sobbing that she let you cum, slowing her fingers down and whispering, “shhhhh, mama… i gotchu. you did so good f’me. i love you.” you whimpered as she pulled her fingers out and moaned as she licked them. she kissed your thigh before getting a wash cloth and cleaning you up, tossing it to the side and pulling you into her arms, hugging you close. “i love you.” she repeated, kissing each inch of your face. “i think you loved those photos.” you murmured softly in response, a small smile on your lips. she laughed and playfully punched your shoulder. “so what if i did, huh?” you smile and roll your eyes. “i think now i should get to see photos of you like that.”

➜ end!

[erensbrat]

contains : female!reader,afab,bdsm, p in v, sex,cunnilingus,praise,spanking,afab,cursing,dubcon,bratty reader and some other things ;-;

written with black female readers in mind,but any other race can read 💗

Eren SPOILED you.

And while that was a good thing for you, it wasn’t quite the case for him.

It turned you into a brat.

He knew how to handle you,

However, it didn’t do him much good to see his sweet, sweet girl sobbing under him, apologies spilling out of you.But it couldn’t be helped,

And thats how you ended up here.

Eren was working from home, in the living room with his laptop in his lap while you sat next to him.You were scrolling through instagram and saw a pair of heels that were very pretty,you had already come up with the fits you would match the heels with, deciding to show Eren so he could buy them for you, only to be met with a flat

“No.”

no? that was very foreign to you.

“But whyyyyy, ‘s so cute ‘ren, whatdoyoumean no?” You pouted, tears threatening to spill from your eyes after facing rejection.

He spoke up again, not taking his eyes off of the laptop infront of him.

“The heel is too high nd way too thin.You’ll complain that they hurt your feet n I’m not spending 4 grand on heels you’ll only wear once.”

And then the tears began to roll,you were not trying to hear that. You wanted a yes.

“Fuck you Eren, I can’t believe this. I thought you loved me n wanted to see me happy.” You sniffed

“Y/n, watch your mouth.”

You kissed your teeth n stormed off into the bedroom rambling about how annoying he was and how he was ‘too fucking broke to get some heels for his girlfriend’, it didn’t really phase him though, he knew you would come around sooner or later. Until a word was said. A word he had specifically warned you to never use around him let alone use at all.

You had called him a ‘fucking bitch’

and as soon as it left your mouth, you HOPED he didn’t hear you.

And unfortunately for you, he did.

He heard you loud and clear.

Eren silently closed his laptop before making his way over to the room.

And when he opened it, he was met with your tear stained face.

You looked up at him like a deer caught in the headlights while his green eyes glared at you.

“Repeat what you just said. Verbatim.”

his voice was stern, and a pool of arousal formed between your thighs.

“m sorry ‘ren, i didn’t mean-”

“Thats not what i asked, was it?”

“…”

if you calling him out of his name didnt piss him off enough, your silence certainly did.

“If i have to ask you again,we’re gonna have a problem y/n.”

“um, I called you a fucking bitch..” you repeated lowly, so the impact wouldn’t be as harsh as it did when it first came out of your mouth, ultimately failing as Eren’s eyes darkened after hearing it again.

He leaned against the door frame,squinting at you.

“I didn’t know my girl had such a foul mouth.”

“I don’t..” a bit of attitude present in your speech, his head tilted,which was a sign, a warning to fix what you just said.

“it won’t happen again ‘ren, i promise”

“Of course it won’t, i’ll make sure of it.”

yeahhh you were in for it now.

“Face down, ass up on the bed. Don’t waste my time.”

and you obeyed, because god knows what would’ve happened if you didn’t.

Your body was arched on the bed n Eren stood behind after getting his belt from the closet.

He tied your hands to the headboard with his belt and began to take off the light pink miniskirt you wore, leaving you in your white cropped tee n white floral stockings that matched your laced underwear

n then

WHACK

his hand strikes the plush of your ass.

“You know why i have to do this, right baby?”

you nodded, only to be met with another smack on the same place.

“Use your words y/n, you know better than that.” He replied sternly,

“Yes Eren, I do” you cried

“y’kno i love you, and y’need to learn that I won’t be taking yer bullshit.Now, count f’me kay?”

“..okay”

WHACK

you yelped as tears started to roll down your face from the sting.

“onee” you croaked

and it kept going until you had counted to 6.

“How many times did i spank you?”He asked

But your memory had gotten hazy, being overstimulated from the sting on your ass.

“idontrememberrrrr” you choked.

“Oh? So we have to start again th-”

“no, no please” you sobbed

“I think it was’um 6”

he chuckled at your voice getting whiny

“didya guess baby?” he asked, voice low and gruff

you quickly shook your head “uhn’uhn”

“mhmmm” he mumbled,unconvinced

He slapped your clothed cunt a few times before tearing it off of you.

and then he began to eat. and he was MESSY.

“haah, ohhh shit ‘renn”

you breathed out,face still pressed against the sheets of your bed.

Eren lapped up your clit,his tongue circled before dropping to your hole, tongue fucking your heat.

“nggghh errreeennnn fuuuucckkk” you moaned

you started throwing it back onto his mouth craving that extra stimulation.

“shit you taste s’good” he whined into your pussy while palming himself through his sweatpants.

He continued to sloppily eat you out,spitting on your cunt and wrapping his mouth around your heat.He was so dirty.

“baby s’tooomuchhhh i cant- fuhhckk take it anymore,erennn”

“shut that shit up n take it” he spoke into your pussy n went back to eating.

your tied hands wrapped together as you tried to escape him, but he dragged you back to him, pushing the small of your back down to deepen your arch.

“You tryna run away baby?”

his question flew over your head and you blabbed incoherently while sobbing n the knot in your stomach formed making your hole clench.

“eren ‘m boutta fuckk, ‘m cominggg dont stohhhhpp”

and you threw it back onto him harder, nearing your climax.

But then it stopped.

Eren’s mouth was no longer on your pussy.

“‘m cominggg dont stoppp” he mocked and you frowned

“You think brats like you deserve to come?”

“eren im sorryyy pleaseee” you pathetically sobbed into the sheets, words coming out muffled.

“Please what?” He chuckled

His hands wrapped around your throat, pulling your head up so he could get an answer.

“I’m sorry ‘ren it won’t happen again”

You had ignored the question, just blabbing out your sweet pleas of an apology.

oh his dumb little girl.

“How many times did i spank you?”

This question again,

“s-six”

“Six spanks for Six rounds, and you better not come unless i say you can.”

This heartless bastard.

“youre bein unfairrr” you weeped

Eren payed no mind to what you said, fully ignoring you.However,he decided to be a bit nice,untying the belt around your wrist.

He released his hardened dick from his pants,he stroked it then rubbed it against your sloppy folds before easing into your hole.

the sharp stretch with no prep had your eyes rolling back,grabbing the sheets tight, till your knuckles turned white.

“s-so fucking hah tight.”

you moaned, almost screaming in response

“Eren take sumouttt nghhh”

“Nah,f-fuck take this uhhh take this shit.”

and he started to thrust into you, relentlessly.Your ass rippled onto his hips creating a ‘smack’ sound that bounced off the walls.

“fucking. talking. to. me. crazy, didn’t i teach you about that bitch word?” every word followed a thrust, and then he hit that spot, he knew he had found it when your mouth hung agape and your head hung back, and he hit it repeatedly.

“i’m sorrryyyyyy daddyyyy fuhhhccckk” you wailed

You moved your hand back trying to push him away, but the brunette was way stronger than you, not moving an inch.He slapped your hand away,digging his nails into your hips,moans leaving his mouth.

“shitttt, y’r sucking me in so nicely hmm?”

you murmured into the sheets

“oh my goooooddd y’r s’deep” you sobbed, turning your head back to meet Eren’s.

Your eyes met his green ones , and he lazily smiled at you while you dropped your head back down.

“daddyy ‘m gonna ungghh come,i said im sorryyyy i learnt my les- lesson pleaseeeee”

“yeah? you’ve learnt your lesson huh?”

“mhmmm, ill be good i promise”

“cream on this dick then,fuckkk”

youre eyes rolled back,releasing onto eren, but he continued to fuck you through your orgasm,throwing you into overstimulation.

You gripped the sheets HARD , screaming into the bed while your whites dripped onto the sheet below you

“Eren waittttt, i can’t take it oh my gooodddd”

your legs started to shake violently and you arch started to falter,while his thrusts picked up the pace

“boutta to nut baby, where do you want it?”

You couldn’t respond, head lolling back as you clenched around him,

WHACK

“Don’t make me ask again, where do you want it?”

“i-insidee”

“inside?” he chuckled

you dumbly nodded your head quickly in response , high pitched moans answering along with your nods.

“You want me to breed this pussy? Wanna become a mommy? Hmm?”

“yes erenn fuck!! make a mommy ‘ren”

you spewed, not even paying attention to the words coming out of your mouth.

“but why should I? D-don’t want my child having a brat for a mommy.”

“‘m not a brat nnggh” you spat back quickly only to have wind knocked out of your lungs as Erens thrusts deepened.He was getting talkative which meant he was near climax.

“You’re not?“ he asked,genuinely confused at your answer.

you shook your head, words now become incoherent again, blabbing about how eren was being mean.

“Fuck I’m coming”

His nut painted your walls,almost spilling out of you before he fucked it back into you with slow thrusts.

You collected your breath knowing there was 5 more rounds waiting for you, wishing you never showed him the heels in the first place.

“turn around, on your back.”

and you obeyed, flipping around to lie on you back.

he patted your thighs, “spread these wideee f’me kay?”

“o-okay”

he wrapped his hand around your throat inserting his length into you slowly, painfully slow.

you whined under him, gripping the sheets.

n then he started to move again, thrusting into you deeper than he did last round.

“y’kno i love you right baby?” he asked through breathy moans

“yes daddy n i luhv y’tew” you sniffed

“then why did you call me a bitch hmm? Daddy didn’t get you the heels ‘cause he was lookin out f’ya. Didn’t wan’yer feet to get sore.”

he picked up the pace, making you choke out a moan.

“‘m sorryyy” you cried

“I’m sure you are” he laughed, hands still wrapped around your neck.

He threw your foot over your shoulder,n your anklet w his name engraved on it rested on his shoulder.He was hitting that spot again, tip bruising it over and over again.

“s’deeeppppp, why are you fucking me like disssssuhhh” you sobbed,drool spilling out of your mouth “y/n don’t be dumb with me.Y’know exactly why you’re here” you freed your hand from gripping the sheets in a pathetic attempt to to push him off of you, but he released his hands from your throat to grab your wrist, pinning them above your head.

“why you tryna run away again? You don’t wanna take your punishment?”

“I can’t take it anymore, ‘ren m gonna fuhhcckk”

“y’not coming this time, Hold it.”

you started to sob under him “why are you being so mean to me?”

“need my baby to understand i don’t tolerate disrespect. n she’s gon learn today. Where’d you learn that bitch word hm? Cause it certainly wasn’t from me.”

Your eyes started to roll back, succumbing to your unconsciousness until you felt hard smacks to your ass.

“Answer the question. Was it your little friends? The ones i told you to stop hanging around?”

Eren hated your friends,he told you they were a bad influence and they would get you introuble, you ignored him though because you loved them and you knew they wouldn’t do that to you.

You quickly shook your head,lying to him. In truth, everytime they had an argument with their s/o , they would curse them out calling them a “broke ass bitch”

Your head pushed into the mattress, mouth hanging agape as you felt the knot in your stomach form again forgetting what Eren had previously said.

“Eren ‘m gonna-“

“Fucking hold it.”

“but I cannnttuuhhh” you cried,drool spilling out of your mouth

“I wont tell you again.”

You pouted,squeezing your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure.

“look at me baby” he cooed,pinning your wrists with one hand while the other went back to the previous placement, wrapped around your throat.

You tried to open your eyes to look at him,but they immediately rolled to the back of your head when Eren started thrusting EVEN DEEPER.

“your s’pretty, fuck. Whose pussy is this?”

“yours daddyy” you sobbed pitifully

“yeahhh? y’not gon call me a bitch e-ever again ?”

“noooo ‘m sorry daddyyyy , ‘won’t call you that ever againnn”

“you promise not to curse at me again?”

“yessss” you choked out “i promise ‘ren”

“thats my girlll, come on this dick baby”

His thrusts, once again, picked up the pace, tip bruising your g-spot which resulted in your second orgasm of the day.

4 left to go.

After the intense event that occurred yesterday night, you had woken up in your bed, fresh sheets as Eren changed them yesterday after giving you much needed aftercare.The bed was empty as Eren had to leave for work,and you had been knocked out for quite a while. You checked your phone that lay on your nightstand for the time to see a text from

“rennie💗”

‘Got you something, it’s on the kitchen counter.’

‘left you some paracetamol on the nightstand aswell.’

‘have a good day baby, I love you 🩷’

You smiled at the text message, sending a quick. ‘i love you too 🩷’ back to him.

You took the drugs n proceeded to walk wobble down the stairs to the kitchen to see a gift bag on the counter.You peeped inside, a white box, a victoria secret bag and a card sitting patiently in the box bag.

a white box that read ‘Jimmy Choo’

the shoes you had shown Eren yesterday

with a pink victoria secret lingerie set.

The card read

“Even though you were being a brat yesterday, you took me so nicely.Had to reward my girl. Go take some pictures for me okay?”

You smiled doing a little happy dance before scurrying back to the room with your new set to take some pictures for Eren.

Even though you became a brat because of his spoiling, he loved seeing you happy. And he didn’t mind having to remind you how to behave when you acted unaccordingly.

[heartyluv]

Note: —Click here— to see the original request! Am I ovulating? Yes, yes I am LOLLL. Thank you so, so much for the kind words, pretty 🥹!! I’m sorry this took me a little bit to get to, but I hope you like it! Sylus would actually cure me right now, btw.

Creds to @/sisterlucifergraphics for the dividers!

Warning: Smut

Word Count: 1.9K

Sylus/Reader - Ovulating

Today has been nothing short of absolutely fucking difficult. While your boyfriend has been busy since the warm sun rose, you’ve been trying to get him to notice how badly you needed him to fuck your brains out.

And it was all because you were ovulating.

Of course, you wanted to sleep with that man at any given opportunity you had, but when you were like this? You didn’t want to do anything but lay flat on your back, your sides, or with your ass arched in the air as he pumped you full of his cum.

It’s like you needed him to breed you, and it drove you insane that it wasn’t your current reality at the moment.

Typically when you got this insatiable, Sylus was more than willing to fulfill your filthy desires. But he’s been terribly busy for a man who’s supposed to be enjoying a day off.

You first felt the ache when you woke up to see him already gone as you stirred beneath the silk black sheets. It was like your pussy could feel his absence just as much as your eyes could see it.

The dilemma in your panties only got worse when you found him on the phone in nothing but his black underwear that made you jealous of them for being able to touch his cock like you wished you were doing. He was the embodiment of perfection, calmly making demands into the expensive device in his hand. Your kisses down his shoulders and back didn’t deter Sylus as he told the man responsible for his ports on the other end of the line to be prepared for the shipments he was setting up.

Not even the brief heated makeout session you had against the counter while you caressed his hard body, was enough to show him how much you were aching. He simply pressed a far more gentle kiss to your lips before he whispered “good morning, sweetie” and went about his day.

You tried your luck again when he was in his office in the early afternoon. When you saw that he was still on the phone, you wanted so badly to toss it at the wall and watch it crumble to pieces before you pulled his cock out and bounced on him as he praised you for doing it.

You felt like a cavewoman. It got that serious for you.

He was discussing something that held no importance to your lust-filled brain when you tried kissing down his neck. Your hand cascaded down his chest, then his abdomen before you palmed him through the silk pajama pants he threw on earlier. You saw the way he looked at you in the corner of his eye, a smirk sporting on his lips when he paused his conversation briefly. In that moment, you thought—no you knew—you had him.

He was finally about to bend you over his desk, pull your shorts down, and your panties to the side.

But what did he do instead? He resumed to converse about money, ammunition, dates, and meetings like you weren’t on the verge of tears beside him. You were livid, huffing out the most agitated breath of a lifetime before storming out of the office and flopping down on the couch in the living room.

You tried to distract yourself with TV, mindlessly pressing the button that allowed you to scroll through lists of things you didn’t even want to bother yourself with. But then you felt a pleasure that—while it wasn’t what you wanted—felt so damn good.

At some point, your panties began to dig in between your pussy lips. When you shifted your hips a certain way and they’d grind against your clit just right? You couldn’t stop yourself from exploring more of that pleasure.

You could’ve easily went upstairs and touched yourself, got your pussy nice and wet as you brought the slick that gathered up to your hard clit to grant yourself some relief. But one thing Sylus taught you? Never settle.

And pleasing yourself with your slender digits would never fulfill you the way his fingers or his cock could. But with the position you were currently in, you’d be damned if you don’t take advantage of it.

You didn’t move from where you sat so that the friction stayed right where you needed. Bracing your hands behind you flat on the couch cushion, you began to hump against the cotton with vigor. Moans spilled out of you uncontrollably and you were in no mood to try and contain them. You wanted him to hear you, to know what he was missing.

“Fuck…mm..” you whined as you quickly felt your orgasm already approaching. You were so sensitive and incredibly needy that you nearly weeped. Your toes were curling in your efforts with your bottom lip being pulled by your teeth. And just as you were getting ready to come, your eyes fluttered open to see Sylus leaning against the doorframe of his now open office door.

Him startling you did stop your movements, but the need only grew. Your chest rose and fell in unison with the throbbing in your undoubtedly soaked panties.

“Please,” he smirked, tilting his head. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“Sylus…” you whimpered, your back arching like your body is gravitating toward him. “I need you. I need you so bad..”

“Ah.” His red eyes scanned down your body before returning to your flushed face. “Is that what you wanted all along?”

“You know that’s what I wanted!” you exclaim with irritation.

“I am a man capable of many, many things. But unfortunately, mind reading is not on the list of my abilities, kitten.”

He begins to approach you, your hungry cunt clenching tirelessly when the mix of his expensive cologne and natural pheromones fills your nostrils. “If you wanted me to fuck you, it would’ve been in your best interest to use your words.”

“That’s not even fair!” you mewl shakily like a cat in heat when he caresses your jaw.

“Life isn’t fair but when I came into yours, I told you that whatever you needed from me, you tell me. Did I not?”

“You did.”

“So tell me again what it is that you need. Perhaps if you ask politely I’ll give it to you.”

“I need you to fuck me, Sy…Please, I need your cock so much it hurts…”

“I know you do.” He brings you to your feet when you place your palm in his outstretched hand. “It’s an insult to that pretty pussy of yours to think that she would be pleased with pitiful fabric.”

Like you’ve been given oxygen, you inhale sharply as he kisses down your neck. “You’re going to take what you want from me and I want you to remember this edacious hunger in between your legs the next time you think actions speak louder than words.”

You paw at him like what he said went in one ear and out the other. In truth, you’re just unable to answer, but he knows you heard. You almost beg again when he pulls away, but to see him at your disposal when he sits on the couch with his legs spread wide, makes your spring into action.

Tugging your panties and shorts off, you eye the bulge that’s grown beneath the dark colored material of his pants. Stepping out of the small bunch, you climb into his lap and your hands are ravenous as they pull roughly on the silver-white strands of his soft hair. Sylus groans beneath you and smirks knowingly into your avid kisses.

You inhale him selfishly like you need to have his scent all over and in you.

Your pussy grinds against the soft silk, heat burning within you as the heaviness of his cock that you’re growing more and more crazy for, teases you with what you could have if you just took him out.

That’s exactly what you do next, becoming frustrated with how long you feel it’s taking the more you tug on his waistband.

“Help me,” you whine. “Take them off.”

“Good job, sweetie,” he coos. “You’ve always known how to learn fairly quickly.” He’s teasing you, but the lowered tone of his voice and the way he breathes deeply, tells you he’s just as needy as you are.

When your boyfriend gets his cock out, the last thing you want to do right now is stroke it or admire it like you typically do. Instead, you put yourself back right where you were before you gave him room to free himself and begged him to put it in.

Tears pooled in your eyes when his tip first pushed inside. Your breath fanned across his face the more bated it became as you sank down to feel every hard and veiny inch inside your tight walls.

He felt so good that you didn’t even want to move.

“Don’t stop now,” he kissed your nose and then the tear that rolled down your cheek. “Make us come, kitten. Show me how badly you needed me.”

You squeeze his cock tighter, giving yourself leverage by holding onto the back of his neck. Grinding is always your favorite when you’re on top, so you do it slowly to savor the feeling. His large hands hold onto your waist with every fluid motion and it fills your body with so much love.

When you begin to make your hips rise and fall, Sylus meets you in your movements by thrusting upwards to hit deeply where you’ve been craving him.

“Sy…You feel so good inside me..”

He kisses your shoulder when you press closer him. “My cum will make it even better,” he chuckles breathlessly through a groan.

The way your tightness clings to him and the way he fulfills you always makes you feel like you were puzzle pieces created for one another.

You hold onto him like he’ll disappear the moment you let go as you fuck him on the large couch. Both of you are moaning, grunting, and panting into each other’s ear, no words needed as you chase the high you’ve been pleading for.

His cock pleases you effortlessly with every stroke inside of your heat. You can feel every twitch and addition of precum that’s added to the mix of fluids being pumped inside of your cunt.

You were already on the verge of an orgasm before he got here, so you hope he’s just as close as you are.

“I’m about to c-come,” you tell him, nearly drooling.

“Good,” he grunts. “I’ve been waiting for you, sweetie.”

Knowing that he was ready to come already before you were and has been holding it, makes you double in your efforts. With your clit being stimulated by the small amount of pressure against his pelvis, your movements abruptly stop as your body jolts from your orgasm rocking your body.

Sylus needs only to thrust up into you three more times before he’s spilling his load deep into your pussy. Your walls keep clenching around him in an effort to make sure you recieve every drop of him.

Coming back to your senses, it’s like you feel human again after he gave you what you wanted.

“I apologize for my outburst.” You can’t help but laugh when you rest your forehead on your shoulder.

“No need to say sorry,” he assures, rubbing down your back. “I enjoy you like this.”

You purse your lips when you pull back to look into his hooded eyes and that know-it-all smirk. With a kiss to the corner of his mouth and still feeling him inside of you, you shake your head.

“I bet you do.”

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

omg i need a dark bucky fic but one where accidentally reader without knowing utters one of the code/trigger words to activate the winter soldier. maybe some smut then angst then aftercare? idk

Don’t Say It Again » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Beefy/Boyfriend!Bucky Barnes x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You accidentally say one of the trigger words that activates the Winter Soldier without knowing it and Bucky makes it very clear to you that you should never speak of any of those words.

Warnings: Darkish, Smut (18+), Angst, Fluff ending, language, darkish!Bucky, dirty talk, kissing, hickeys, unprotected sex, rough sex, praise kink, size kink, Sergeant kink, metal arm kink, choking, degradation, aftercare, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: This is my first time writing something dark. My apologies if it doesn’t meet the standards of dark fics. Just know I’m trying and please don’t judge the way I write dark fics.

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!!🔞

Bucky was in the living room, relaxing and reading a book while you were scrolling through your phone next to him. You had a blanket draped over your lap. You shivered a bit when you felt a chill in the apartment. You threw the blanket off of you and put your phone on the coffee table.

“I’m going to turn up the furnace a bit.” You say softly, walking over to the thermostat.

Bucky’s head shot up when you said furnace. He bookmarked the page he’s on in the book he’s reading and shut it, tossing it onto the coffee table. He stood up from the couch and made his way to you.

“What the hell did you just say?” Bucky asks, standing closely behind you.

You yelped at your boyfriend’s sudden presence. You turned around to see Bucky standing behind you. You looked up at him due to the height difference between you and him.

“I was just saying I was going to turn up the furnace a bit.” You say softly.

Bucky grabbed your arm, leading you to the bedroom. He closed and locked the door behind him. His right hand grasped your jaw, squishing your cheeks to get you to look him in his eyes. His blue eyes are now dark.

“You’re gonna learn why you shouldn’t be saying that word.” He says darkly.

You nodded, feeling submissive. His hand let go of your jaw. He brought his metal hand up to your neck, rubbing his fingers across your collarbones before wrapping his hand around your throat and squeezed it. Not enough to cut off your airway or hurt you. Just enough to choke you with a soft firm grip. Bucky yanked you towards him and kissed you roughly. You moaned against his lips.

You could sense Bucky was mad about something, but you couldn’t figure out was he was mad about. He gets rough and aggressive when he’s pissed off about something. Sometimes he gets rough and aggressive during sex, which you don’t mind, because Bucky takes very good care of you afterwards.

“Take your fucking clothes off before I rip them off.” Bucky mutters lowly.

You nodded as he took his metal hand away from your throat. Instead of risking angering your boyfriend even more, you stripped your clothes off as fast as you could and left yourself completely naked in front of him.

“Bed, now.” He demands.

You quickly got on the bed, laying on your back and propped yourself up on your elbows. Bucky didn’t waste any time stripping himself of his clothes. His cock is hard and leaking with precum. He forcefully spread your legs so he could settle himself in between them. Bucky put his right hand on the middle of your chest and pushed you back against the bed so you were propped up on your elbows anymore.

Bucky lewdly spit on your pussy before rubbing it in with his cock, smearing it with your slick and his precum. A soft moan fell from your lips. Without warning, Bucky slid his whole cock in your pussy. A small whimper fell from your lips at the stretch from his cock.

“Quit your fucking whining. You’re fine.” He says.

Bucky wrapped his metal hand around your throat again when he started thrusting. His thrusts are rough and fast. You wrapped your hand around his metal wrist for something to hold onto. He swatted your hand away with his right hand.

“Hands above your head.” He orders.

You rose your arms above your head, resting them on the pillow around your head. Bucky put his right hand around both of your wrists, holding them together. You glanced up and tried wiggling your wrists out of his grip just to see how tight his grip is.

“Stop fucking moving.” He says.

You stopped wiggling your wrists and listened to him. You stared up at Bucky, seeing that his blue eyes are now lust filled. You were too focused on Bucky fucking you that you didn’t realize he was talking. Please was quickly taking over you that you couldn’t tell if he was talking out loud to himself or talking to you.

“Out of all words, you had to say one of those words.” Bucky said, referring to the trigger words that turns him into the Winter Soldier. “Were you trying to turn me into him?” He asks.

You shook your head frantically, but that wasn’t enough for Bucky.

“Use your big girl words.” He almost growls, slight tightening his grip on your throat with his metal hand.

“I’m- I’m not trying to turn you in- into him!” You stuttered and moaned.

“Then why did you say it?” He asks, pulling your head up towards him so your face was close to his.

“I-I don’t know!” You whimpered.

Bucky scoffed like you were lying. You knew the word furnace was one of the words that turns him into the Winter Soldier, but you swear that wasn’t your intention. You just weren’t thinking about the trigger words when you said it.

“Are you gonna be a good girl and not say it again?” He asks.

“Yes!” You squeaked out.

Bucky looked in your eyes to make sure you weren’t lying. He then loosened his grip on your throat with his metal hand. His metal hand held your throat loosely as he fucked you.

His thrusts sped up, fucking you at a brutal pace. You were loving it. Even though you’re most likely going to be sore afterwards, it’s totally worth it. You could feel your orgasm building up the faster Bucky fucked you. You weren’t sure how much longer you were going to last at this pace.

“Bucky, I’m-” You were cut off when Bucky’s metal hand gave your throat a squeeze.

“You gonna cum, doll face?” Bucky asks.

You nodded your head yes.

“That’s too fucking bad.” He said in a mocking voice. “You’re not cumming till I do, understand?” He says.

You gave him a nod. That wasn’t good enough for Bucky. He gave your throat another squeeze.

“Use your big girl words.” He says.

“Yes.” You finally say.

“Yes, what?” He asks.

“Yes Sergeant.” You say submissively.

“Good girl.” He praises.

You whimpered softly, not sure how much longer you can hold on. It’s not as long as you thought, because Bucky’s orgasm was building up as well.

“Sarge, please!” You whined.

“Hold it.” Bucky pants.

Bucky came after a few more thrusts, fucking his cum in you.

“Cum.” He says.

Your orgasm was so intense that your legs began to tremble as you came, moaning his name loudly. Bucky fucked you through your orgasm. His thrusts came to a stop after a short moment. He collapsed on top of you, being careful to not accidentally crush you. Both of you were panting.

“Are you ok?” Bucky asks after a few minutes.

“Yes.” You answered.

Bucky sat upright and pulled out of you, his cum leaking out of your pussy. He went to the bathroom to run a bath for the both of you. He came back to the bedroom and picked you up bridal style and carried you to the bathroom, helping you get in the bathtub since your legs feel like jelly at the moment. He got in the bathtub and sat down behind you. You leaned into his touch.

“Are you mad at me for saying one of those words?” You asked.

“I was, but I’m not anymore.” Bucky answers.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized.

“You don’t have to apologize, babydoll. Just don’t say it again.” He says softly, kissing your lips softly.

-Bucky’s Doll