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theprismyyy · 9 hours ago

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okay so i saw ur post for sg reqs!!

OKAY

how bout reader wearing one of the sg boys jacket?! >< lets say smth happened to reader while playing one of the games and things got too violent or wtv so he just puta his jacket around reader and says keep it for now and the next morning their whole friend group just teases them ab it :0

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Wearing Squid game characters jackets ! pt.1

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Characters: HyunJu / Player 120, Myung Gi / Player 333, Kang Sae-Byeok / Player 067

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ A/n: ik u said Squid game boys but i HAD to add Hyun Ju and Sae Byeok i’m sorry 😭 in my eye’s season 3 doesn’t exist idc so very season 2 core for most characters! i also wanted to add a lot more characters, but since my writing motivated is super low right now along with me being busy, i wanted to get this out now. I am definitely going to make a part 2! The rest of the characters i still need to do is Thanos, Kang dae ho, Nam gyu and Minsu(i might add some)

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Hyun Ju / Player 120

It was just after the Six-legged Pentathlon. You were sitting closest to one of the groups when they were shot, which resulted in you getting covered in blood. You tried your hardest to wash all the blood of your coat afterwards, desperately scrubbing- but by the time you got back to the dorms, the blood was mostly dried and stained into the fabric.

Hyun Ju was concerned for you. Her group was one of the firsts to leave so she didn’t see what happened, but she knew something was wrong when she saw finally come back, rushing to the washroom and covered in blood.

“Y/N?” Her voice was soft as she walked her way into the washroom, her eye’s trained on how you were desperately scrubbing at your jacket in the sink. “What happened?”

You jumped when you heard her voice, turning to look at her, small, forced smile forming on your lips as you spoke. “Uh.. someone was shot.. uh, close to me. And their blood got on my jacket.” You murmured, still laser focused on trying to get the blood out of your jacket.

She guessed something like that happened- with the blood splattered in your hair and over your face. She got a bunch of toilet paper from one of the stalls, bunched it up and moved over to the sink next to you. “I’m sorry.” She apologized, wetting the toilet paper. “Are you ok?” Her voice was soft, turning her head to look at you.

“Yeah.” You lied, and it was obvious with the tremble in your voice and your slightly uneven breathing.

“Look at me.” She said, tapping your arm slightly to get your attention. When you glanced at her she started cleaning some of the blood of your face, just hard enough to get the dry blood off.

Her gaze found way back to your jacket for a split second and then she looked back up at you. Smiling slightly as she spoke. “You can wear my jacket if you’d like.” She offered.

You were taken aback by her offer, cheeks flushing. You were crushing on Hyun Ju hard- yeah, but you really didn’t want to steal her jacket from her. But at the same time you really didn’t wanna a wear a blood stained jacket.

You thought for a second before nodding. “Yes please.. Thank you.” You said sheepishly, not looking directly at her as she finished cleaning the blood off from your face and neck.

She smiled at you. “Of course.”

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Myung Gi / Player 333

He swore to find you during the hide and seek game. He’ll kill one person, then get to you. However Nam Gyu didn’t make it easy, constantly messing up his search for you with useless distractions. By the time he finally found you, there was only three minutes left.

You were on the floor clutching your stomach, blood seeping and spreading into the fabric of your jacket. You looked weak.

He could feel his heart physically drop in his stomach, instantly dropping the knife and crouching down to you, ‘who the hell did this?’

He managed to help you, ripping part of his shirt off to wrap it tight around the wound, but your jacket was still covered in blood.

“Hey.” Myunggi spoke from behind you. His eye’s watching your every move as you turned around to look at him.

You noticed he had his sweater slung over his arm. You raised a brow, a look of skepticism crossing your features. Instinctively clutching your injured side.

“What?” Your voice was sharp, wanting to immediately get to the point.

His eye’s glanced towards where you clutched where you were injured and he sucked in a breath, his jaw clenching. “Switch jackets with me.” He said, stepping closer and dropping his jacket onto your lap.

You narrowed your eye’s, glancing down at his jacket then back at him. “Why? I don’t need your jacket.”

He rolled his eye’s slightly, leaning a bit closer as he glanced around before motioning towards the blood stain on your jacket. “The blood. That can make you a target to some people since they’ll see that you’re already injured.” He explained as if it should be common sense.

You scoffed, shoving his jacket off your lap. “I don’t need your pity, i’ll be fine.” You refused.

Myunggi sucked in a frustrated breath, look of annoyance and exasperation flashing over his features. “What if there’s another riot tonight?” He said as he sat down on the bed. “Do you really want to take that chance?” He said as if he was trying to fear you into agreeing.

You thought, wanting to be stubborn and refuse, but at the same time understanding where he’s coming from. You sighed and rolled your eyes, “Fine.”

You took your own coat off, movement slowed due to your injury. Then quickly pulled Myunggi’s over your body, it was a bit larger than yours, but not by much. In an odd way, wearing his sweater made you feel comfortable, more comfortable than when you were in your own.

When Myunggi pulled your coat over his body, he flinched at the damp, cool feel of your blood. He glanced at you, wanting to say something but deciding not to. Instead just muttering a; “Thank you.” before walking away.

But of course he couldn’t walk back to his bunk in peace.

“Yo Myunggi!” An all too frustratingly familiar voice called out. Myunggi rolled his eye’s as he heard the footsteps of the voice’s owner come closer up behind him.

“What?” Myunggi asked, not even bothering to spare Nam Gyu a glance.

“Dude- Did you just give that chick your sweater?” Nam Gyu asked with a laugh, asking the question stupidly. Nam Gyu’s arm finding way around Myunggis shoulders.

“So what if i did?”

“Dude, you are totally whipped aren’t you?”

𖥨᩠ׄ݁ Kang Sae-byeok / Player 067

It was after tug of war. When you guys won and were back on the elevator, your sweater got caught. You didn’t notice- so when you tried to leave the elevator, you completely tore your sweater.

It was practically useless to wear it now- It did nothing to actually keep you warm, which sucked considering how cold the dorms usually are, especially at night. Paper thin ‘blanket’ doing nothing to keep you warm.

So you were crawled into yourself, trying to keep yourself warm while eating sweet potatoes and chugging back water. Still pretty tired from the energy you exerted during the tug of war game.

“Hey.” Sae-byeoks voice cut through your thoughts as you glanced at her, quickly swallowing your food.

“Hey.” You smiled friendly towards her, then noticed her jacket in her hands. A confused look crossing your face.

She followed your eye’s then spoke. “Do you want my sweater? I know you think it’s cold here.” She glanced at her sweater then you.

You raised your brows, surprised she remembered that little fact about, but nodded nonetheless, sitting up more. “Well uh- sure, if you want. But what if you get cold?” You asked with a hint of concern.

“I’m warm blooded.” Her response was simple and dismissive as she handed you her sweater, and you took it. Smiling and chuckling at her response.

“Well, thank you.” You thanked simply and pulled the sweater over your head. Watching as Sae-byeok just mumbled a ‘mhm’ and turn to leave, about to go back towards the group before she stopped.

She thought for a second before speaking, turning to look at you. “Come.” Her words were simple, but you knew exactly what she meant.

You were a bit taken aback and unsure, especially since you didn’t really know any of them. Would any of them even want you over there? “Are you sure?” You mumbled out hesitantly.

As if she could read your mind and knew exactly why you were hesitant, she spoke. “We didn’t know almost anyone else who’s over there.”

You took in her words, thinking to yourself before nodding, getting up and following her over towards where your tug of war group sat.

Ji-yeong glanced towards Sae-byeok as she heard the footsteps approaching, then her attention diverted to you.

A grin immediately made way to her face when she saw you trailing behind Sae-byeok, evidently wearing her sweater by the white numbers, ‘067’ that were across the chest.

She glanced at Sae-byeok to see her already looking her. Her grin widened more as she raised her brows slightly, ignoring Sae-byeoks death glare. Silently teasing her through looks.

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theprismyyy · 10 hours ago

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Hii,

Hope you are doing okay💕

Would you maybe able to write a player 333 x reader, where you are on opposite teams with hide and seek? And then at the end he finds you and protects you?

Myung-Gi x reader

Summary : he'll do anything to protect his best girl.

Warnings : violence and murder.

You stood behind Myung-Gi as he twisted the machine’s knob, watching a red ball roll out. Slowly, you walked up to the gumball machine, heart pounding and a pit growing in your stomach.

The anticipation overwhelmed you, making you twist it quickly. This time, the ball was blue. You lifted it slightly to show Myung-Gi. You both sighed, knowing what it meant: you’d be separated.

The timer was counting down, feeding your anxiety—your death awaited you.

Myung-Gi looked down, gently grabbing your hands for comfort.

“We’re gonna be fine. I’ll come find you and help you escape,” he said with a nervous smile.

“You still have to kill someone, Myung-Gi,” you mumbled.

He froze, reality hitting him hard.

“Th-then... I’ll do that first. Just hide and let me find you, okay?”

Was he out of his mind?

“I’m not doing that. Staying in one spot would get me killed,” you said softly but firmly.

“I think I’ll just move slowly from room to room and try not to be seen. It’s the best chance I have.”

He nodded in agreement.

As the familiar voice announced that the game was beginning, you hugged him—goodbye for now.

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Walking into the arena, you couldn’t help but notice its haunting beauty—the starry sky stretched overhead, the bright blue walls glowing, and the desperate faces of players who just wanted to survive. They shouted out their plans, hopeful strategies on how they could all make it through.

Namgyu watched Myung-Gi for a moment before approaching with a desperate look on his face.

“Wanna work together?” he asked.

“What?”

“You think they’ll just let us kill them?” Namgyu chuckled. “Come on—use your head. ’Course not. They’ll come at us with everything they’ve got. If we team up, we’ll have the advantage.”

His voice dropped to a whisper. Myung-Gi stared at him, considering.

“Look, I’m not asking for a relationship or anything,” Namgyu smirked. “Just a one-night stand.”

Still sensing hesitation, he leaned in, trying to connect.

“When you took out Thanos like that... it was fucking amazing.”

Suddenly, a few loud beeps echoed through the arena. The disembodied voice announced it was time. Every red player looked up at the countdown clock. Namgyu turned back to Myung-Gi, eyes locked.

“So—are we a team?” he asked, leaning slightly forward.

After what felt like forever, Myung-Gi nodded and walked into the arena.

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Opening a door, you stepped into a dark room with glowing rainbow scribbles scrawled across the walls. A player’s scream echoed down the hall. You slammed the door shut, heart racing.

You waited in silence for a few minutes before sitting near the door, positioning yourself in a spot where anyone opening it wouldn’t see you hidden behind

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Meanwhile, Myung-Gi and Namgyu were locked in a chase, pursuing Player 235 through the maze-like arena. Twenty-five minutes still ticked down on the clock. Narrow, winding hallways made gaining ground difficult. They were just about to catch up when the player ducked out of sight—vanishing down one of two paths.

Namgyu didn’t hesitate.

“You go right—I’ll take the left,” he ordered.

Myung-Gi sprinted down the corridor, spotting the player just ahead. He burst into the room. The player finally stopped, breathing heavily, squaring up—ready to fight.

Myung-Gi swung first, but the hit missed. The player dodged and shoved him hard from behind, slamming him into the wall.

---

The player had just started to run when Namgyu rushed in, lunging at him with a knife. The man blocked the strike as best he could, and the two collapsed onto the floor.

Player 235 scrambled on top of Namgyu, and they wrestled violently. Desperate, the man began grabbing for the knife. Namgyu shouted to Myung-Gi, voice strained, “Help! Stab him!”

Myung-Gi didn’t hesitate. He drove his blade into the man’s side, forcing him to fall back with a cry. Namgyu crawled toward the knife, snatched it, and stabbed the man in the leg—only to be kicked away.

Both Myung-Gi and Namgyu recovered quickly, rising to their feet. Namgyu stepped forward, knife raised, ready to finish him as the man begged for his life.

That was when Myung-Gi snapped out of it.

“Hey, wait,” he said, grabbing Namgyu’s arm.

Namgyu turned, eyes wide. “What?”

“If you kill him,” Myung-Gi said grimly, “you’ll be the only one who makes it out of here.”

Namgyu laughed. “We’ll catch another one.”

“How do I know you’ll actually help me?” Myung-Gi asked, still holding him back.

The injured player watched silently from the ground as the two bickered.

Getting fed up, Namgyu shoved Myung-Gi’s arm away.

“What do you wanna do?” he asked.

Myung-Gi paused for a second. “Do it together.”

Namgyu nodded. “So, stab at the same time?” he said, miming a stabbing motion. He groaned, then broke into excited laughter.

They counted down before mercilessly stabbing the man over and over. Eventually, the victim lost consciousness—finally dying.

Myung-Gi sat for a moment, staring at his knife, processing what he had just done. But the spell broke when he heard soft sobbing. Both men snapped their heads toward the door.

Namgyu, still crouched on the floor, peeked behind it and saw you. He laughed, then stood up and swung the door closed to reveal you fully to Myung-Gi.

You slowly removed your hand from your mouth, terrified at having been discovered—especially by a psychopath like Namgyu. Seeing your boyfriend calmed your nerves, if only slightly.

“Myung-Gi, isn’t this your girlfriend?” Namgyu teased, laughing.

Myung-Gi quickly stepped in front of you, telling Namgyu to quit his crap.

He turned back to you, frantically checking for any sign of injury. Finding none, he let out a breath of relief. He held your face gently, kissing you—deeply but softly. When he pulled away, he explained that he still had to kill one more person to pass.

You didn’t want to see him like this. But you knew that, for both of you to survive, you had to.

Yall, does this feel rushed? If so, I'll do a part 2.

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theprismyyy · 11 hours ago

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HEARTBREAK RED

pairing: natalie scatorccio/afab!reader

summary: they wanna take her out, but no one ever wants to take her home.

wc: 3650

warnings: angst(?), smut, detailed depictions of drug usage (cocaine), alcohol consumption, (nat is 19, reader is 22), reader is highkey a dick, driving while intoxicated, car/semi-public sex, strap-on sex (nat!receiving), spit as lube, light degredation, impact play, cunnilingus, breathplay, the ending is just as abrupt as the orgasm, it's a character study with sex sprinkled on top

a/n: no foreplay we go at it like owen and abby in tlou2

The liquor store's neon sign buzzes overhead, one tube half-dead and stuttering light over Natalie's shoulder. She's slouched against the brick, leather jacket creased, band tee hanging loose under it like she pulled it from the floor that morning. Cut-off denim shorts ride high over torn fishnets, threads that she didn't cut properly curling down her thighs, and scuffed combat boots tap against the wall with each lazy shift of her weight. She drags on her cigarette and exhales slow, dark red nails catching the glow as she flicks ash down to the muddy sidewalk.

Her old man's DeVille that she inherited sits parked across the street, chipped paint, rusted wheel wells, and a fender still dented from some crash over a decade ago.

She's here every other night. Sometimes just to get a break from the belittlement she endures at home, sometimes to bootleg from an idiot willing to give in, sometimes just to attract the wandering eye of whatever stranger is passing by in the night.

Regardless of why she's posted up outside some seedy spot in East Wiskayok, the motive's always the same—she wants something, and she knows how to get it.

Tonight, Nat attracts you.

The grin she gives you when you park in front of the liquor store is downright lethal, and she's making her strut over to your Chevrolet Monte Carlo before you even get the keys out of the ignition. There's no foreplay or preamble to her approach, just a flick of her cigarette into the pavement and a glance at you like you already know what she wants.

"Let me guess," you grunt as you slam the car door shut. "You don't have any cash on you, but you'd really like a bottle of Jack—if I've got the cash to spare."

"Mm, wow. How'd you know?" Nat deadpans, cocking a hip and crossing her arms.

"You would have just bought a bottle with your fake if you had the cash to toss at it."

She rolls her eyes, jaw tense. "Actually, the jackass recognizes me. Couldn't buy something myself even if I tried."

A beat.

"I also don't have enough cash for a bottle."

You scoff at that, as if there were any other reason. "Yeah, I bet you don't." You head for the liquor store and leave her to lean against your car.

Inside the store is just as rough as the outside—sticky floors and a walk-in fridge with a door that doesn't shut properly, topped off with music from forever ago crackling through busted speakers. The clerk looks like he's barely legal, fuzz on his chin and a mop on his head that makes it clear he's only here for the minimum wage. There's a single bottle of Black Label left on dust-filled shelves, and more than enough cases of Busch to keep you running until late next year.

Just the way you like it.

You lug the case up to the counter and drop it with a thud, the bottle clinking down beside it. With heavy reluctance, the cashier drags his eyes from whatever late-night rerun's flickering on the tiny CRT TV behind him and scans the bottle and beer without small talk.

"Twenty-seven even," he mutters, like he's already mentally checked out of this interaction.

You peel the bills off the wad in your pocket and push them across the counter. He counts them once before shoving the change toward you without looking to make sure it was the correct amount. No bag, no "have a good night"—just the sound of the register slamming shut as you scoop up your haul and head back out to the street.

Nat's still against your car when you leave the store. She's lit another Marlboro, shaky inhales and exhales of the smoke while she waits.

It's not your first time seeing this picture, just with different backdrops and worse lighting. She's looked the same every time, though.

Behind that club in the city, pressed and bent over a stack of wooden pallets. In the bathroom at some mutual's house party, sitting pretty on the counter while a douchebag bangs on the door. A Holiday Inn with a headboard that rattled every time you shifted and neighbours that didn't complain. By the train tracks with gravel digging into your knees, her laughing too hard to care who heard. On your hood in a parking lot much like this one, broken streetlight buzzing above.

Never home. That's not what your relationship entails—if you could even call it that.

But that's exactly why Nat keeps coming back to you, right? You don't play pretend with her like some of the others do—acting like there's something more between in the air between you, offering pancakes while she wears your shirt early in the morning… No. That's never been your play, and it's never been her game.

"Get in," you grunt, like there's anywhere else she'd go. She stubs her cigarette out on the heel of her boot and slides into the passenger's seat the second she hears the click of the doors unlocking. You pass her the whiskey once you're inside the car and toss the case of beer behind the driver's seat.

She throws her seat back and kicks her feet up on the dashboard as she cracks the bottle and takes a long swig from it, gripping the spout like a goddamn crutch.

The coupe groans as you pull out of the spot, suspension protesting at every dip in the pavement. She keeps the Jack close, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand before setting it between her thighs.

Lipstick's smudged, eyeliner's smeared, and nail polish chipped to hell. One boot laced higher than the other, unevenly cut denim, and grown-out roots are all part of the look. Still Nat. Still good enough to get picked up, just not by anyone who'll keep her.

"Take a photo, it'll last longer," she sneers, but the heat behind the words dies when you remember she has no plans of leaving before she gets her fix.

You don't respond directly to that. You just take the bottle when she offers it and tilt it back, letting the whiskey scorch down your throat. "Just wondering if you go anywhere respectable."

She laughs, leaning her head against the window. "Not if I can help it."

"Sure know how to make a girl feel special," Nat mumbles as she climbs into the backseat of the Monte Carlo, kicking an empty beer bottle aside as she sits on your lap, completely forgoing the seat. "Back seat of your car in a Walmart parking lot." She shrugs her jacket off, tossing it into the passenger seat with the ease of someone who's been in this position too many times to count.

"Holiday Inn isn't an option right now. Live with it." You reach under the driver's seat—which is a little difficult with Nat sitting on your lap and the case of beer in the way, but you make do—and grab a crumpled dufflebag that's definitely seen better days and unzip it.

Lips drag across your neck as your hands fiddle with the bag's zipper, tugging it open enough to give you access to the contents inside. "You need a pick me up?" you grunt, pinching a baggy filled with a familiar white powder between your fingers.

She just laughs like that's the stupidest question you could have asked. "You got some blow sittin' around? Know damn well I won't say no." Nat pulls back with a hum, reaching into the front seat and grabbing her house keys from her jacket pocket without leaving your lap. "Obviously."

"Yeah, do anything for a bump, wouldn't you?" you murmur as you pop the baggy open and hold it open for her, letting her dip the key inside.

"Say that like you're not the same way," she shoots back easily, holding the key to her nostril with one hand and plugging her nose with the other. It's a chalky, chemical tang that hits the air as she inhales sharply once, then sniffs a moment after out of instinct.

You follow.

The burn, the drip, the rush—you both know the drill well enough by now.

"Fuck." You pinch your nostrils and sniff hard, clearing the last of it. Nat takes another hit from your stash the second she can, groaning in approval as her heartbeat kicks up and her body thrums in approval.

"God, you always have the best shit." Then she's grabbing your face and pulling it into hers, desperate and eager to feel the heat of your lips and teeth clashing together.

Time moves differently like this—everything slows down and speeds up simultaneously.

You put down the coke in a way that prevents it from spilling onto the fabric seats (which you've learned is a bitch to clean), and dig your fingers into the meat of her thighs the second your hands are free. Her body is hot underneath your hands, slick with sweat and easily yielding to your touch. Hands roam your face and neck, nails dragging across your skin in an attempt to feel as much as she can before the high begins to fade.

You know she'll take another hit before you two even start, so you aren't sure what all the rush is for, but you aren't sure it really matters, anyway. You two only ever meet for one reason—transactions. Not in the commercial sense—just the kind where she'll trade whatever's in her pants for whatever's in yours. A bump, a drink, a ride. She's never precious about it, and you're not precious about her.

She pulls back just long enough to breathe, her lips spit-slick and parted, pupils blown wide on something more than just lust. Still straddling your lap, she reaches for the bag again and takes another hit without asking, like it's just part of the rhythm now.

The rush hits fast, and she laughs—head tossed back, tongue flicking out to catch the edge of it like she's trying to taste the high. Then she's grabbing one of the beers from the case you had tossed in the back, cracking it open one-handed like she's done it a hundred times.

"Open up," she says, voice low and eyes wild.

You do.

The beer pours in slow, warm, and disgustingly sexual. It spills past your lips, trails down your chin and soaks into the collar of your shirt—but she's already leaning in, licking the mess off your skin like it's her first sip of water after traversing a desert.

Her teeth scrape over your lower lip before she kisses you like she's trying to drink the rest straight from your mouth.

Warm Busch coats your chin and neck, trading between mouths as you kiss with a frenzy that feels like she's trying to forget everything outside this car.

She barely breaks the kiss long enough to breathe, but her lips never stay idle. Her teeth catch on your lower lip again before moving to your jaw and neck, biting down sharp enough over your pulse that you hiss in response.

While she busies herself with your neck, you reach past her and find the zipper of the duffle again and tug it open all the way. It takes a solid few seconds to find what you're looking for, but when you do, you tug the harness out of the bag and present it to her.

You don't say anything—just cock an eyebrow and hope she gets the message between hickeys.

Nat exhales like she's been waiting for the signal.

She shifts back to let you move, pulling her shirt over her head without ceremony, leaving her fishnets and combat boots on even as denim hits the floorboard. She doesn't fully disrobe—there's no point. Not when she knows she'll be dropped off next to Parkway Liquor before sunrise.

You unbuckle your jeans once you have enough room, kick them off to the side, and start tugging the harness into place over your hips like muscle memory.

Another bump. Another can of beer.

"Lube?" you ask absently, tightening the harness straps until it fits just right—snug enough to not move, loose enough to not cut off circulation.

"Mother Nature's," she replies easily, swinging her legs back over yours.

No preamble. No foreplay, where you spend forever working the other person up and teasing them. She just spits into her hand a couple of times, then smears the saliva across the ridged length of the dildo that she's become so familiar with.

"Get high, get fucked," you murmur, watching her ease herself onto it. "All you ever want, and we both fucking know it."

Nat scoffs but doesn't deny it as she sinks into your lap, hands coming to rest on the seat behind you once she gets herself reacquainted with the feeling of you inside of her.

Then she starts moving.

It starts slow, but it doesn't stay that way for long. Her knees press flush against your hips, sweat-slick and digging into you with a strength hard enough to bruise. She rides you like it's a manifestation of her high—fast and ruthless, hips slamming down again and again, rough enough that the sound of skin hitting skin drowns out nearly everything else. The squeak of the seat springs, the creak of the frame, her breath, your curses, the sharp inhale through her teeth every time your hand connects with her ass. It all blurs together, anyway. Sounds feel more like a buzzing sensation than actual noise right now—just another side effect of the dopamine spike and nerves firing faster than you can track.

In the dim light, it's hard to make out details, but you catch flashes when her body shifts—the cling of a plain red bra, straps slipping off her shoulders; mismatched underwear hitched to one side; fishnets with rips in odd places; and those goddamn combat boots still on, far too much of a hassle to take off right now. You're not much better, but you can't form introspective thoughts right now.

Sweat drips from her chin onto your shirt the next time she bows her head forward. Her hands transition from the seat to your shoulders, fisting in the fabric for a moment before roaming across your torso to chase the sensations. She looks wrecked. Not in the sweet, ruined way someone might fantasise about—no. This is mess for the sake of it, vice spun into skin.

You grab a fistful of her hair and yank her head back just enough to get a good look at her face. "This what you needed?" you rasp, barely clinging onto that sense of control. "Just a bit of blow and someone to fuck you?"

She doesn't answer. Doesn't have to.

"Pathetic," you mutter, palm connecting with her ass on her next rock downwards. "Always so fucking easy for me."

You lose the last shred of rhythm trying to hold back. Grip slips. Control vanishes. She's riding you like her survival depends on it, and you let instinct take over. You grab her by the waist and flip her over, rough and graceless, her back hitting the fabric seat with a thud. She gasps—flails, legs scrambling—but doesn't fight it. Doesn't bother resisting when you yank her thighs apart, shoving the underwear aside properly this time.

You bury your face between her legs like you're trying to drown in her. The salt of sweat and cheap beer hit your tongue before anything else. She tastes like heat and the last scrap of dignity she hasn't already spent, and you drink it down like penance.

Her hips buck against your mouth. She lets out a sound lost somewhere between a whine and a growl—something raw and broken you feel more than hear. She's leaking, dripping down onto the seat beneath you, staining the dark red fabric with something you'll never bother to remove. You can't tell where the coke ends and the sex begins anymore—not that it even matters when your tongue is moving like you're high off the taste of her.

Maybe you are—maybe that's half the problem.

You barely break away from her cunt before you're spitting onto your fingers and pushing two inside her, curling them ruthlessly until her thighs twitch around your ears. Her clit throbs against your tongue, and Nat finally decides she's too high to care about keeping the volume down.

"God, fuck, yes—" she rasps out, the words pulled directly from somewhere deep in her chest. Her nails sink into the upholstery, only slightly darker than the fabric. If you were sober, you might've noticed.

You aren't.

Doesn't matter.

You think she takes another bump while your head's planted between her thighs. Despite everything, you still have the sense to pull back and murmur out something about how she should slow down. She doesn't bother with a response—you know she'd tell you to fuck off, anyway.

You're back inside her before you even realise you've moved.

She's bent damn near in half now, spine curved and knees pressed tight to her chest as you hold her there—one hand under her thigh, the other gripping her by the ankle like she's something to be manhandled, not worshipped.

Beads of sweat adorn her skin, salt stings your eyes, and neither of you slows down for a second. The windows are completely fogged now—blurred shapes and streetlights bleeding through the glass like someone could be watching the show, jerking off in the dark, and you wouldn't stop. You fuck her harder.

One of her hands slips down her body to play with her clit, fingers circling frantically like the high isn't complete until she comes.

Your hand on her thigh slides up her torso to rest on her throat before you're even thinking about it, fingers wrapping tight enough to make her gasp. Not hard enough to hurt—at least, not yet—but enough for her to feel the pressure around her windpipe and further the rush to her head. Her free hand wraps around your wrist, not to push off or contain, but rather to give her one last tether to reality.

For a second, it almost feels profound. You try to stay present and pay attention to the insignificant things—the way her throat pulses beneath your palm, the flutter of her lashes, the wet sounds of her fingers moving between her legs and the slap of your skin against hers—

But then she moans again. Her fingers move faster, slick and frantic, and whatever thoughts were forming in your head are completely forgotten. Torn away by the sharp exhale she lets out when your hand tightens at her throat. She's fucking shaking for you, still folded in half and taking whatever you give her.

"You'd do anything for this, wouldn't you?" you scoff, thumb rubbing over her pulse in a display of control disguised as tenderness. "High, drunk, wrecked… you don't care. Not as long as you get to come."

Nat nods, or tries to—she can't move much with the grip you have on her. She looks beautifully debauched—high on dopamine and other chemicals that cause her skin to stick to yours and vision to vignette at the edges.

"That's it," you mutter, watching her fingers work herself closer to the edge. "Fucking pathetic. Look at you."

Her orgasm slams into her like a bullet to the skull.

You can only watch her ride it out as an all-consuming white heat shoots through her limbs and forces her back to arch, thighs tensing in sheer ecstasy. A sound—something lost between a moan, laugh, and prayer—pulls from deep in her chest. If she were sober, she might've been embarrassed at the volume alone.

She isn't. Neither are you.

It's only when she starts swatting at your chest to indicate that she's growing oversensitive and her high has started fading that you consider slowing. You release her leg and grab the hem of your shirt instead, using it to wipe the excess sweat from your face.

You don't bother pulling out of her yet. Your high is fading just as quickly as hers is, and you're starting to realise you need a cigarette.

When you glance down at Nat, she clearly needs a cigarette break as much as you do.

The air feels heavier now, weighed down by sweat and steam and the suffocating silence of two people coming back to themselves after a coke-fueled fuck session. You always think the comedown will feel like a relief, but all it feels like is a reminder of your sudden sobriety.

Things move on autopilot from there.

Nat finds her clothes, you take the strap-on off and tuck it—unwashed—back into the dufflebag. You transfer into the front seat, fish out a crumpled pack of smokes from the glovebox, strike a match, and light the end of your smoke. You feel unfathomably restless, knee bouncing rapidly between shaky pulls.

"Y'mind?" she murmurs, grabbing the pack of smokes from where you had tossed them and sticking one between her teeth without getting a response back.

You light her cigarette without even glancing in her direction, as if the past… however long you two were just fucking… didn't happen, and all of this is nothing more than an inconvenience. Carcinogens fill the air, singeing your nose hairs and burning the back of your throat that the inhalation of stimulants had previously numbed.

No comments are made when you stick the keys back in the ignition. You're both suddenly far too sober for any sardonic compliments or flashing of teeth. You don't even look at each other—that's when it becomes more intimate than transactional.

The engine rattles to life.

The drive back is silent.

You drop her off two blocks from the liquor store.

You don't say goodbye. She doesn't say thank you.

This is just how it goes.

You'll see her again.

You always do.

a/n: i love referencing past fics you can take that from my cold dead hands. i got a whole scu (Spoons Cinematic Universe)

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i have a request for the saja boys

so I have a silly idea

what if. Reader rambles to a Saja Boy (pretty common for them), but eventually it ends up being about a trait they find super cute/attractive

And so later, long after the conversation us done, the Saja Boi just goes "... wait hold on. that's a thing I do/have. hold on."

like basically their reaction to Hold On , Reader Finds [thing they do/have] Super Cute

(this is probably less coherent than it should b but it's 2 am and my brain won't let me sleep until I say this lmao)

(inspired by something I've actually done by accident lol)

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for the request! Don't worry, it made sense to me haha! I hope you enjoy!

Saja Boys: Cute thing they do but don't realize

CW: Fluff, a bit of kissing

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ABBY -

You had picked up on this trait whenever you and Abby went out in public together. The way he would grab your hand a bit tighter and give a small huff if he saw someone looking at you. It was just a small huff through his nose but you always picked up on it.

One night when the two of you went out for dinner at a restaurant, a man had walked by the table and despite seeing that you were on a date, gave you a smile and a wink. You obviously paid no mind to this man, focusing on your boyfriend but you noticed the way Abby huffed again. You gave him a small chuckle and Abby just looked at you with a confused expression.

“What are you laughing at?” He asked curiously, genuinely not understanding what you were laughing at. It seemed like he hadn’t realized that he always huffed at people looking at you in a flirty manner.

“You. I’m laughing at you but in a good way, I promise.” You told him with another chuckle. “You always do the same thing whenever you see someone looking at me in a flirty manner. You do this little huff through your nose and it’s so cute. I think it’s sweet and funny how you show your jealousy in a subtle manner but I always notice it. It’s honestly one of my favorite little things about you.” You rambled softly as Abby just listened to you closely.

He gave you a small scoff after your words and shook his head. “What? I do not do that. I mean yes, I do get a little jealous sometimes but really? I huff through my nose?” He asked you, shaking his head again. All you could do is laugh at him again because it was clear that he didn’t believe you.

A few days later though, the two of you were out on a walk together. Someone had passed you and gave you a flirty look. Once you caught it, you glanced over at Abby and sure enough he did that small huff through his nose, holding your hand a little tighter.

You bit your lip slightly to stop yourself from laughing again, keeping your eyes on Abby. You watched the moment he realized, his eyes widening and looking at you quickly.

“Oh my god, I do huff through my nose. How come I’ve never noticed that before?” He asked with a small chuckle. He had no idea how he possibly missed that but he realized now that you were right.

“I don’t know but like I said, I think it’s cute.” You reassured him as you gave his hand a small squeeze. Abby relaxed a little at your words, giving you a genuine smile and squeezing your hand back. “Guess I have to keep doing it then.” He told you with a small smirk.

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ROMANCE -

You had been dating Romance for a few months now and over the last couple of weeks, you noticed something.

Whenever Romance was doing something by himself, like washing the dishes, he’d talk to himself. You’d be sitting on the couch and hear low mumbling and look over to see Romance just having a full conversation with himself.

You found it amusing and were 100% sure that Romance didn’t even realize that he was doing it. You’d just sit back and watch him, picking up little bits of what he was saying. Sometimes he’d be talking about you. Once you heard him say “they’re actually the best…so love them so much.”

So one night while Romance was finishing the dishes, you walked into the kitchen to find him mumbling to himself once more. You let out a breathy chuckle as you walked over to him.

“What are you talking to yourself about this time?” You asked him with a smirk, having to hold back a laugh when he gave you a confused look.

“What? Talking to myself? I wasn’t talking to myself, my love. I think you’re hearing things.” Romance told you before he continued to wash the dishes, shaking his head a little at your words. “Rome, you literally do it all the time and it’s honestly really cute. You don’t even seem to notice, which explains why you don’t believe me.” You told him with a chuckle, crossing your arms as you looked at him.

Romance just pushed the thought aside for a little while but every now and then he’d think about your words once more. He was folding laundry a few days later, in the bedroom by himself when he started mumbling again.

This time, he noticed it. He froze with a shirt in his hands and just stared at the wall for a moment. He did talk to him… “Oh my god they were right.” He murmured to himself only to be startled by your voice a moment later.

“I told you!” You exclaimed and pointed at him from the bedroom doorway before walking over to him. “Don’t worry, I think it’s cute. Especially when you talk about me.” You told him with a small smirk, watching a faint blush form on his cheeks. Even though Romance was aware of it now, he still did it anyway mainly because he knew you found it entertaining.

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MYSTERY -

You picked up on this little thing since the beginning of when you started dating Mystery. You honestly weren’t surprised that he did it so often due to his hair but you had a feeling he didn’t even realize himself.

You always noticed how Mystery was constantly moving his head just a little to try and move his hair away from his face at least a little bit. You knew it was his typical hairstyle and that he did like it but you could tell it annoyed him a little.

However, he seemed like he never really noticed that he did it. Whether it was moving his head a little or trying to blow it away for just a second. You always had to hold back a chuckle when you saw it.

One night, the two of you were walking back from a date and you heard a small huff beside you. You looked over and Mystery was yet again trying to blow some of his hair away from his face.

“Have you ever considered tying it back or clipping it back? At least to get it out of your face for a bit? You’re always trying to subtly move it away from your face.I mean it’s cute, don’t get me wrong but I’m sure your hair annoys you a little bit from time to time.” You told him with a small chuckle, watching him turn to look at you.

“Oh really? I mean it does get in the way sometimes but I never realized I did that. It’s fine though, I'm used to it like this.” He told you as he gave your hand a small squeeze, brushing off your words.

Ever since you said that though, he began to notice himself doing it. He was in the bathroom and tried to blow a part of his hair away from his face once more. He looked at himself in the mirror afterwards and gave a small hum. “Huh…I guess I do do that.” He murmured. He pulled open a drawer in the bathroom counter that held your hair stuff and found two clips that had small question marks on them.

Mystery smiled to himself before he used the clips to clip back his bangs. It always felt weird to have his hair completely out of his face but he had to admit it was nice.

He headed out of the bathroom and found you in the living room. You sat up with wide eyes when you saw him come out with his bangs clipped back. A smile formed on your lips when you saw what clips he used. “You found my mystery clips! They look great on you.” You complimented as he sat down beside you.

“You were right. I hadn’t noticed it before but I am constantly trying to move my hair out of my face. I might have to start using these more often.” Mystery told you with a small chuckle before pulling you into his arms.

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BABY -

You had been dating Baby for a while and there was this one thing he did that you thought was so cute and a little funny. You knew that he probably didn’t even realize he did it, but you always noticed it.

Whenever Baby was concentrating really hard, he’d hum raps. He wouldn’t hum just basic raps though and they weren’t his raps. He hummed raps from musicals. You weren’t even sure Baby ever saw musicals but it seemed like he knew some of the rap songs there were because he’d hum them.

One night you were hanging out at his place, sprawled out on his bed on your phone while he was busy scribbling down lyrics for a new rap. While he was thinking though, you recognized what he was humming. “Are you humming Satisfied from Hamilton?” You asked him with a small chuckle as you sat up on his bed and looked over at him.

Baby instantly froze and looked back at you with an almost offended look. “What? No, babe. Why would I hum something from Hamilton? I’ve never even seen it.” You held your hands up in lock surrender and laughed. “Okay chill. You do hum when you concentrate though and it seems to be songs from musicals most of the time whether you realize it or not. I honestly find it cute because it tells me that you’re really concentrating.”

That left Baby thinking and he was suddenly more aware when he was concentrating hard. So when he was thinking about more lyrics one night, he realized he was humming. And he was humming Guns and Ships from Hamilton.

He instantly got up and found you in the living room and pointed at you. “I can’t believe you were right. I haven’t even watched Hamilton!” He exclaimed as he flopped onto the couch beside you.

You just laughed at him, realizing that he had finally noticed his little habit. “You must have heard the raps from somewhere then. It’s funny honestly. Maybe you need to watch it now.” You told him with another chuckle, already thinking about how to convince him to watch Hamilton.

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JINU -

From the moment you and Jinu first started holding hands, you noticed this little trait of his. Whenever he was touching you, he was constantly tracing little hearts against your skin.

If he was holding your hand, his thumb was making little hearts near your thumb. If you were cuddling, his fingers would be making little hearts against your back. It was just something small but you noticed it all the time and thought it was so cute. You didn’t think he even realized that he did it because he’d just start doing it like it was second nature to him.

When Jinu got back late one night after a performance, he instantly found him laying practically on you. You chuckled as you felt him melt against you, his head resting on your chest. Then you felt the way his hands held your sides and his thumbs instantly began to trace hearts against you.

“You always do that. Tracing hearts whenever you touch me. I think it’s really sweet honestly.” You told him softly as you ran your hands through his dark hair. He tilted his head to look at you, pausing his movements for a moment.

“Wait really? I never noticed…that sounds like something Romance would do.” He murmured as he put his head back down on your chest.

He began tracing the hearts again absentmindedly, not even paying attention to his own actions. After a little while passed, Jinu found himself thinking about your words.

He shifted his attention to his hands and sure enough he noticed how his thumbs would move in the shape of a heart.

“Hmm…I really do make little hearts. And I do that every time?” He asked you quietly, tilting his head to see you nod. “Yup. Whether you’re holding my hand and just have your hand on my back. It’s cute.” You replied with a small smile as it was quite late and you were exhausted by that point.

Jinu could see the sleepiness in your eyes and chuckled softly before kissing your lips once. “Get some sleep, sweetheart.” He whispered, watching you close your eyes before he resumed making his small hearts against your sides. Now that he was aware of it, he’d make sure to never stop.

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i just know in my heart that when you’re sick, jinu makes you the nastiest most godawful tasting tea you’ve ever had in your life — i’m talking like, scalding hot tar with root pieces and an entire lemon and some ancient-looking miracle honey — and it cures you near instantly

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Yellowjackets x reader: Their favorite date

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Nat: Horror movie night - three months in.

While Nat *does* like to party, her favorite times are always the ones with you and the quiet solitude of home. She loves being at your house, since hers is such a mess. And she loves cuddling up to you in your bed, five blankets piled on top of you both. The laptop is balancing on both of your legs, playing the third horror movie of the night. You both had made a deal to stay up all night and watch as many scary movies as possible, but it was clear that Nat was falling asleep early. Her head was lolling against your shoulder, blanket wrapped around her like a burrito. Her eyes were constantly opening and closing drowsily, trying so hard to stay awake as the movie droned on. It was a good movie too, but Nat was just *so comfortable*.

You have matching Halloween pajama pants on, a gift you got Nat when September 1st (official Halloween season) begins. You took turns picking the movies, Nat picking Scream first, then you picking Saw, then her picking Texas Chainsaw Massacre, which you’re watching now. You already had planned the next one, House of Wax, and you wanted Nat to see it because she’d love how campy it is, but when you saw her all huddled up in your blankets, in your bed, on your shoulder, you just kissed her forehead and she snuggled even closer.

Popcorn, chips, candy, and soda were littered on the floor around your bedroom, long forgotten. The butt of a joint sat in the ashtray Nat got you for your birthday. The lights were off, and the house was silent. This was Nat’s safe place, and she would always choose to be here with you.

Shauna: Mini golf - first date.

Shauna picks you up, music playing as the windows are cracked open. As soon as you get in the car, Shauna is flustered and gives a nervous compliment. Takes a couple songs for everything to become more comfortable but once your favorite song plays, you’re belting it and Shauna joins in.

You get to the mini golf course and you pick out an orange ball - Shauna a green one. At first you two are friendly, letting each other go first or make multiple shots but then it becomes playfully competitive. Challenging each other to make crazy shots while no one is looking that could get them kicked out. Shauna putted her ball into the makeshift waterfall and almost clogged the water outlet.

Shauna won by a big margin, feeling very proud of herself and playfully gloating while you both got ice cream afterwards, sitting on a bench outside the course. Shauna wiped some ice cream off of your nose which led to their first kiss - the taste of strawberry and chocolate ice cream being a core memory for the two of you. When the sun started setting, Shauna drove you home, already having planned a second date.

Van: Aquarium - one year.

For your one year anniversary, Van wanted to do something extravagant. So, why wouldn’t she take you (the biggest marine animal lover in the world) to the largest aquarium in the United States? All Van told you was that they were going for a road trip that would last three days. The car was headed for Georgia but you had been told that you were going to New Orleans. Van had planned to take you to Atlanta to see the biggest aquarium in the US and do some other fun stuff in the city for the special one year anniversary.

So, Van drove and picked you up with your suitcase (Van only had a backpack and playfully accused you of overpacking). You stopped at a 7/11 and got way too many snacks and drinks and started the drive down to Atlanta. Van wanted you to start driving so you wouldn’t think they were going to a different spot since the way down to both places were the same until they hit the halfway mark. Then, when they hit the halfway point in the drive, Van took over and told you to take a nap.

When you woke up, you were on the way to Atlanta and Van surprised you with a shark plushie and announced that they were going to the aquarium in Atlanta. You was speechless, but so immensely excited. You’d get to see sharks in person!

You stayed in a hotel the first night and then bright and early the next morning (too early for Van but she understood that you were like a kid on Christmas for this) you were off to the aquarium. The day was filled with you telling Van fun facts about the animals while Van stared and smiled. Too many pictures. You were practically jumping around like an overexcited toddler, thanking Van every ten minutes.

When you got back to the hotel, you pounced on Van, telling her that you would really thank her for taking you to her favorite place, and Van was very happy to oblige.

Taissa: Bowling - one month in.

It’s intense to say the least. Taissa gets very competitive, even though she sucks. You also suck, but think it’s funny and keep challenging Taissa to keep making crazy strikes, which she never does. When Taissa finally does get a strike, she celebrates by pulling you out of your seat and dancing with you to no music except the celebration screen above their alley which looks like a fever dream.

You both get bowling alley food - some pretzel bites, tator tots, popcorn, two cokes. It’s junk food, but you’re happy with it. Taissa goes to the claw machine they have in the corner by some other random games, and promises to get you a stuffed turtle. She’s really struggling and spending a lot of money, but she’s determined to get this damn turtle. After about 9 dollars worth of quarters, the turtle is being presented to you like your newly born son, and you have the brightest smile on your face as you tuck it into your arm. You name it Frederick, and allow Taissa to see him on the weekends since she’s now the stepdad. Taissa makes a face at stepdad since she thinks she should be the dad, but she’s willing to keep taking you on dates to get to father status.

Travis: Zoo - six months in.

Knows how much you love animals, and even though it’s deathly hot, you two walk the entirety of the zoo, spending almost too much time at each exhibit, watching the animals.

Holds your hand as you lead him to your favorites - the turtles, the bears, the lions, pretty much every animal. You also makes sure that you two take special time to see Travis’s favorite - the otters. He feels so loved watching you happily drag him over to his favorite animal with that bright smile.

You each have your own water but share both of them without a care in the world. You also have a coke that you share as you drift in and out of the crowd. Get ice cream during the walk back to the parking lot, which melts so quickly that you two are racing to finish your cones. At the end of the day, Travis takes you to get some food - he offered to take you to a sit down restaurant, but you laughed, saying you were way too hot for a sit-down place. So you went to get fast food and shared a fry.

Lottie: Picnic - third date.

Brings a mix of the fanciest foods and the most mundane ones: macarons and peanut butter jelly sandwiches for instance. Knitted the picnic blanket herself, and smiles brightly when you compliment her on her work. She wears the cutest yellow sundress with a ribbon in her hair. Her doe eyes stare at you as you gingerly each the finger foods she brought, her head constantly cocked to the side like she’s analyzing you.

The sun is high in the sky, the clouds gently passing over. After lunch, Lottie offers to cloud-watch, laying next to you on the blanket, shoulders touching. She points out a giraffe, a strawberry, and Abraham Lincoln in the clouds, positioning your head correctly when you furrowed your brow and said you couldn’t see them.

Lottie puts sunscreen on you so you don’t burn under the harsh sun. Theres a breeze, and it’s not too hot, but Lottie’s motherly instincts kick in and she won’t take no for an answer. Her hands are soft when she applies it to your shoulders and chest, touching you like she’s scared she could break you. Swipes it underneath your eyes with her thumb, smiling.

Walking back to the car with hands intertwined, swinging their arms back and forth like a couple in a cheesy movie.

Misty: Escape room - first date.

Misty is terrified of first dates. She’s never had one, but everyone says they’re terrifying and it turns out that they’re right. Because she can’t make up her mind on what to do. What’s right for you?! Dinner? No, she’s too poor for a nice restaurant. Roller-blading? No, she’ll make a fool of herself falling all the time. Bowling? No, she’s not Taissa. No, she needs something that shows her talents, her skills, why she’s better than everyone else… escape room!

And it’s perfect for the two of you. You’re constantly in awe of how smart she is, how she problem solves so easily. And she’s in awe of your trust in her, how you see her as someone more than just a side character. The two of you have 60 minutes to finish the puzzle, but with Misty, you’re out in 34 minutes - a record for that room apparently. Misty’s beaming when she exits the room, but she’s beaming even more when you lean in and kiss her on the cheek, playfully calling her your hero for getting you out of a fake murderer’s basement.

You promise that you’ll both come back and do all of the other rooms that the place offers, and Misty’s more than happy to set new records and get more kisses.

Jackie: Shopping - first date.

Jackie’s somehow even more nervous than Misty for her first date with you. She keeps trying to come up with new date ideas, but she always comes back around to what she really *wants* to do. Shopping. So, she saves up from her little summer job and the money her parents gave her for her birthday and plans a shopping spree!

She picks you up, even though she hates driving, but she’s willing to for you. She’s already planning that when you two date, you’ll be the driver and she’ll be the passenger princess. But for now, to reel you in, she’ll give you the princess treatment. So, she turns on your favorite music, cleans out the usually messy backseat, even sprays the car with perfume.

You get in and immediately notice that she’s really done herself up for you. Wearing her favorite dress with her new shoes, curled her hair and put on the lipstick color you said you liked on her. She’s *really* trying and it’s working.

Once you’re at the mall, she’s like your personal stylist, telling you what she thinks will look best, giving yes or no’s to the feel of the fabric, saying that *this* will pair great with *that*, and you’re just here for the ride at this point. She’s asking the sales people to get you different sizes and colors as she pulls you to the dressing room to try on dresses, jackets, jeans. You feel like her personal Barbie doll, but honestly, you don’t mind it. You know that this is how Jackie shows her love.

And if you like something, she’ll buy it for you. If you even look at something for more than three seconds, she’s pulling it off the hanger and draping it over her arm with the other twenty pieces to try on. She absolutely spoils you, and herself while she’s at it.

Models for you, making sure to try on the outfits you like best. Doing little twirls and turns in front of you as she asks, “you like?” And you know what, you *do*.

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K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ PET NAMES FOR YOU

includes: saja boys & huntrix.

✦ JINU

“Ah, angel! There you are!” He’s warm and golden and always smiling when he says it. “Angel”, “gorgeous”, or sometimes “darling” when you make him laugh (which is often). He gets shy saying “baby”, so when it finally slips out, it hits hard.

✦ ABBY

“Hey, Hot Stuff~” Abby doesn’t hold back. He knows he’s as gorgeous as you, and if you’re his? You must be blinding. He uses flirty classics like “babe”, “cutie”, and “heartbreaker”, and says them with a wink — but there are moments when you catch a more genuine “baby”, and it feels like a whole different side of him.

✦ ROMANCE

“Sweetheart suits you. You're unreal.” Cheesy. He’s a sucker for the dreamy stuff. “Princess”, “lovebug”, “sugar” — he says them all with stars in his eyes. But “sweetheart” is his favorite. He’ll say it mid-sentence without thinking, like it’s your real name.

✦ MYSTERY

“...Love.” Soft, quiet, and so sincere it melts you every time. He whispers it like it’s intimate. He won’t say much, but the way he breathes out “my love” at the end of the day? It’s like a lullaby just for you.

✦ BABY SAJA

“C’mon, kitten. You like when I call you that, don’t lie.” He never says it sweet, always with a crooked smirk and a teasing tone. He’ll also throw in "doll" or "sweet thing" when he's being just a little flirty, but if he’s actually feeling something tender? A rare, low “baby” might slip out and instantly make your heart combust.

✦ ZOEY

“My teddy bear~!” Silly and cute at once. She wraps you up in her energy and love. “Boo”, “snugglemuffin”, “bub”, and sometimes something entirely made-up like “squishpop”. She doesn’t care how silly it sounds if it makes you smile.

✦ MIRA

“You’re mine, darlin’.” A cool voice, a warm look, and a brief strong kiss. She says “darlin’” like it’s laced with steel and sugar. Occasionally she’ll mutter “babe” or “sweetheart” in public, but in private? It’s “my love” said against your neck.

✦ RUMI

“Honey. That’s what you are.” She’s a gentle touch and calming voice. “Honey”, “sweetpea”, and “precious” are her go-tos, said when she’s brushing your hair or bringing you tea. She once called you “cute” during a half-asleep cuddle, and now it just kinda stuck.

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🫰💕 Saja Boys Relationship Headcanons/Scenarios 💕🫰

I’m so fucking obsessed with this damn movie, I’m welcoming this fandom in foreverrrrr-

Anyway, enjoy some headcanons and scenarios. I got good boi Saja Boys hcs and bad boi hcs... you'll see, enjoy!

"I'm the only one who'll lovе your sins. Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin."

Jinu

He's so sweet, kind, strong, reliable, protective, and caring. (EXACTLY like how we see him act with Rumi- 🫣)

He is definitely touch starved. I mean, he's 400 years old...

Quality time and acts of service would be his top love languages. 🙌

He's a Prince Charming type of guy... (When he's not sacrificing his family- WHO SAID THAT?)

He's a silly little goober, you can randomly catch him doing the most random things ever. (ex: making the hat for the tiger.)

He giggles- ("Heeheehee-" iykyk)

He can get flustered. A lot. Especially if you're in very close proximity.

Emotional bonding is very important to him.

Casual restaurants, the movies, aquarium (iykyk), karaoke together, shopping for random shit, stargazing, hand holding, soft bites, hugs from behind, sweet makeout sessions, cuddling, cooking, dancing, movie nights, and game nights with his S/O. (it'd be so funnn i wishhh it was me~)

"You're the most important person to me..."

This man is definitely the yearning type. (did you SEE the way he was looking at RUMI in that one scene?! ugh i love a man who yearns.)

Soft dom/service top/switch vibes. (WHO SAID THAT?! Man, that wind is wild...)

He can get prettyyyyy freaky ngl-

Jumpscaring him on purpose would be fun.

"You're so pretty..."

Juicy ass lips.

This guy can go from cutie pie bbg to sexy demon daddy in one sec lmfao- literally he can go full freak mode.

He's understanding and listening. SUCH a good listener and can connect very well through meaningful conversations.

Typa guy who'd spill his feelings and insecurities while fixing yours too. (like 2 puzzle pieces~)

He’s really, really stupidly funnyyyy!!!

He would totally cook for you. (or try- so cuteee-)

He can bite sometimes. (fangssss~ *drools*)

"I don't know what you did to me or how it happened... but I think I love you."

Typa guy who’d take you out on a magical ass date that’d make the world feel like another universe. Like you're levitating... (like with Rumi omggggg-)

if you were on the hunter's side...

He would try his best to take you away from their side, hypnotize you like in "Your Idol.' Hypnotize you to think of him and only him.

He's... obsessed. He wants you, no, he needs you. It really doesn't make any sense. He doesn't remember how it started, it just did.

Would stare at you while performing, letting you know he's doing it for you. Every seductive move, every sexy vocal.

Would still try not to do anything that would make you too uncomfortable...

Typa guy to... go feral for you. No one else could make you as happy as he could, he swears.

He's trying so hard not to care, but he just knows he can make you feel so good, so free, so happy, so complete!

"Too late cuz you're mine now."

Romance

A sweetheart. He's sweet, gentle, nice, calm, flirty, obsessive, and defensive af. Literally, like this guy has hearts in his eyes 24/7 when he gets attached to someone. (did you see how he was lookin' at Mira?!?!?)

Physical touch and words of affirmation are his main love languages~ 😛

He loves touch, he nuzzles into it, and gives it back a lot.

He's a cutie patootie fr like he's just c u t e without trying.

"You're just so... perfect for me-"

Doing each others nails/makeup, baking, stargazing, candlelight dinners, amusement parks, movie marathons, ice skating, shopping together, driving fast with loud music, leaving cute little notes around, cuddling, passionate makeout sessions, constant touching, constant sweet little kisses, singing with and for his S/O. (RAHHHH GOING FERAL RN-)

"Anything you want, Darling~"

Pleasure dom/service top/switch vibes? (Who SAID THAT?!-)

This dude can literally go from "My darling, I love you, my dear love~" to "You're... only MINE~" in 0000.1 seconds~ (help meeee-)

Typa guy who'd literally never argue back, just stare lovingly even if you're angry.

I just think that he would sing to you and that's so sweeeeet~~~

I feel like he would yap and listen at the same time, the listener to your yapper and the yapper to your listener- (lmfao)

Kinda overprotective of his partner.

His touch would be warm, protective, and analytical, like every INCH of your skin is super important to him.

He would SUCK at everything he could possibly try to do for you, but it'd be ADORABLE to watch him try so hard just for you- (cooking, gaming, etc.)

Typa guy to get you flustered, and flirt constantly, only to get instantly flustered the second you flirt back at him.

Seems super sweet and usually is, but this guy can get flirty and freaky as fuck.

He would bite/lick your shoulders, neck, and lower lip passionately... but gently. (FUCKING SAVE ME-)

If you wanted him to, he can do your makeup eerily, extraordinarily well.

This guy is the literal perfect picture of PURE ROMANCE~ (i mean its literally his name-)

His lips are juicy af and taste like flavored lip gloss. (yum)

Will hunt down the best outfits, makeup, meals, and skincare known to human kind just for you.

Typa guy who'd love everything you do.

Infatuated type.

Doing his hair would be fun...

He's smooth af.

"I don't know what you did to me, but I'm so... obsessed~"

He doesn't like anyone touching him and potentially ruining his clothes, hair, or makeup, but you... are the only exception. (fucking help.)

Type of guy that would give you a cheesy ass disney prince ass date every single time to the point that it's almost cringy- I'm talking food, dance, and kiss under the moonlight typa shit- (I LOVE HIMMMM-)

if you were on the hunter's side...

He would try so so hard to coax you into being with him. Begging, so desperate, sweet-seeming. Crazy heart eyes.

At first, he didn't even think he'd like you, but now he needs you. It doesn't make sense!

Whenever you're nearby, he will find you and follow you with his eyes.

Would wonder what the hell is wrong with him. No, what the hell did you do to him?!

Oh he knows he could give you everything... why are you so stubborn?! WHY is he so OBSESSED?!

He can make you flustered, crying of joy, happier than you've ever been you just have to let him show you.

"No one is coming to save you."

Mystery

He's gentle yet aggressive, listening, understanding, comforting, obsessive, and protective as fuck.

He will bite. He's a biter and licker. 110%. (HELP ME THATS SO FUCKING HOT.)

Quality time and physical touch are his main love languages. 👅

I feel like he would be clingy as fuckkkk towards his partner, always touchy, constantly nuzzling and cuddling as if he were super glued onto you.

"Mine. Only mine."

Video games, bites and marks, constant pecks, possesive staring, goofy dancing together, karaoke nights, savage makeout sessions, movie nights, fast food joyrides, watching random stupid shows, binging horror movies, going to arcades, going to random casual restaurants, going to random stores for no real reason, and much much more with S/O. (UGH just fucking imagineeee~~~}

Primal dom/service switch vibes- (that wind is wilddd-)

He loves touching, specially clinging onto you like you're a lifeline.

Possessive typa guy.

"Don't go anywhere- stay... please."

He barks. (Canon 👅)

Needy typa guy.

Would probably growl if he even thought that someone else is trying to make a move and take you away. (That’s so fucking hotttt-)

His lips are soft af.

He’s always constantly either “Mine...~” Or “M I N E!” No in-betweens.

Feels like he would mostly bite/lick your neck and collarbone but let's face it, he'd lick and bite at your whole body ngl~ (RAHHHHHHH-)

You're the only one he's completely comfortable with in seeing his face, touching him, moving his hair aside, etc. (HELP MEEEEE-)

He can become truly soft and gentle around you.

I feel like he would be smooth and good at everything new he would try just to impress you, and it would work damn well.

He can be the listener to your yapper, but know that around you, he will actually talk instead of staying completely silent like with everyone else. (i want him so baddd-)

"I could never hurt you. I love you too much. You're mine."

Loyal as fucccckkk-

Typa dude to take you on mysterious, random af dates. One day it's a cute movie theater date, the other it's a stargazing picnic on top of a random building in the middle of the city while eating pizza at 3 AM-

if you were on the hunter's side...

He just doesn't understand WHY you don't SEE that you NEED to be together!

He doesn't say much but he stays close to you, surely you'll notice him? You'll open your eyes if he lingers long enough...

He will always be staring at you, eyes blown wide and stare cryptic like a demon in horror movie, it's horrifying, yet no one can tell because of his hair covering his eyes...

Typa guy who will literally pounce on anyone trying to take you away. You're his and his only.

He's so... needy for you. SO... hungry. He doesn't know why but he doesn't care anymore.

He wants to devour you so bad. You're like sustenance. He could make you feel so- so utterly satisfied...

"Know I'm the only one right now."

Abby

He's chill, silly, confident, understanding, caring, and protective. (BIG STRONK MAN RAWWW-RRR!!)

He's your rock.

"Ah, you're so tiny compared to me~" (you could be 6ft and he'd still say that shit- 😭)

Joyrides, bowling, karaoke, sports, video games, working out together, action movies, skateboarding, strong cuddling and hugs, arcades, carrying you around everywhere, fast and sweaty makeout sessions, constant top of the head kisses, eating random junk in the middle of the night, binging movies together for an unhealthy amount of time, cuddling to sleep, and baking with S/O. (he feels like the typa guy who'd delicately bake something smol and cutesy idk why- 😭)

You feel completely and utterly safe around him and he knows it, takes great pride in it, in fact.

He will let you touch his abs, pecs, arms, you name it.

He loves touching you, more specifically hugging or holding you so tight it feels like you're gonna pop.

He has a tough exterior, strong, kinda cocky, but he's actually almost a cutie underneath... almost.

"You're kinda adorable, y'know that?"

Whenever he gets jealous or overprotective, he will yank you aggressively by the waist next to his side.

He loves you so much and doesn't even know why?! Maybe it's because you see him as more than just a sexy tall lump of muscle.

He loves to show you off like you're his perfect prize. Like, literally grabbing you and showing you in front of people's faces. (like how you'd hold a cat lmfao-)

Hard dom/service switch vibes? (idk how ts works im just labeling these based on their- vibe??? im an incel /j)

'Fuck what everyone else thinks.' typa vibes from him. Will probably flip people off. Nobody gets to make you feel even a little bit bad about your appearance, hobbies, personality, etc. (bros gonna get canceled lmfao-)

He feels like a neck, collarbone, and earlobe biter. (FANGSSSS~)

He's an excellent kisser. 😛

The yapper to your yapper fr- he amplifies it, you'd both never shut up.

Feels like he'd suck ASS at some things and be weirdly good at others but it'd be so cute to see him fail.

"Wow, you really are something hypnotic, aren't ya?"

He's hot. Like sexy 24/7. Without even trying. Typa guy to get you flustered all the damn time if he tried.

Typa guy to take you on a wild ride of a date. Random, crazy, but fun as hell!!!

if you were on the hunter's side...

He'd be glaring at you. He's angry- mostly at himself. How the hell did he fall for you? Were you also a hypnotizing demon? A siren?

HE was supposed to be making you hypnotized and obsessed but he doesn't want your soul anymore... he wants you.

He will act and dress... extra sexy in his performances, and he will make sure that he makes the most intense bedroom eyes at you while he does it.

Will probably break and just grab you one of these days-

He's just so... lonely. DESPERATE for your touch, a soft, cute human to counter his tough exterior.

He knows he can treat you better than any human in the world. You just gotta reciprocate and he will give you so much pleasure. He can keep you safe! So much... love.

"I can be your sanctuary."

Baby

Despite his cutesy looks... yeah, this guy is cocky af, confident, intense, aggressive, possessive... but caring.

He has a soft exterior, tough interior, yet he goes subtly softer around you.

He likes to vent, rage, and rant to you. He'd never admit it, but you calm him down.

"Heh- cute."

He will cuddle, hug, and kiss you whenever he feels like it. Unless you visually seem like you're not in the mood. He's not an asshole, after all.

He actually cares about you. It still confuses the fuck outta him but now all he wants is just to protect you.

He a freak. 100%.

Again, he looks cute, acts tough, but if you show any affection (head pats, kisses, hugs, cuddling, etc.) he will freeze up and it looks adorable.

He likes to touch you, although he will be silent about it, grabbing you and holding or caressing you aggressively.

Intense video game sessions (he rages), binging anime, action and horror movies, skateboarding, eating the worst fast foods, heavy makeout sessions, going to the movies, amusement parks (rollercoasters-), reading comics together at the same time, dancing together, listening to loud music (rap lmao) with S/O.

The cutesy act he puts on for the fans can actually become genuine around you.

"Stop being so fucking likeable."

Power bottom/hard dom- (he prob the freakiest of all the boys like fr let's face it-)

He can go from sexy demon to baby to sexier demon REALLY fucking quickly. And he shows you the best, hottest version of himself.

I feel like he likes to snack a lot, and silently pass them to you. (i feel like he'd like energy drinks lmao-)

He has this nonchalant, doesn't care about anything vibe, but if anyone tried anything on you... you'd see a new side of Baby.

Feels like a shoulder, and neck biter/licker.

Typa guy to aggressively love you. Too intense to the point that it looks RUDE. (its how he shows love, ok?!)

"I fucking love you, you hear me?!"

Typa guy who'd take you on a ride of a date so utterly insane and fun that it'd give you whiplash! I'm talking skydiving levels of excitement.

if you were on the hunter's side...

He wouldn't be silent about his infatuation. He'd throw insults at you. He doesn't know what else to do.

You broke him. How dare you? Defending himself with words seems to be the only thing his brain can come up with, it's stupid but he literally doesn't fucking know what to do.

He will always glare at you. Obsession hiding behind all that anger. Anger at you? At himself? He doesn't know.

Don't you know what you do to him?! He's more confused than he's ever been. All he knows is that he is hungry...

He lets his mind wander to you all the time... the things you could have together. You'll be his soon enough...

This is stupid. You're stupid. Why the actual fuck did he fall for you, it makes no sense...

"I was born for you, only your idol."

tell me what yall thought of my writing, characterization, of the movie? simp WITH me in the comments or sumn idc just TALK. thx for caring enough about this loser nobody (me) enough to read, like, reblog, and care bout my blog.

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theprismyyy · 1 day ago

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Ooh! I just found you on here! And I saw requests are open too, so. I have this little idea, what would happen if the reader performs the Saja's parts in idol? Full on grim reaper outfit, the demon marks, the golden eyes, the dance moves etc.

Would they also be entranced like the crowd in the movie or would it end up just being a cute thing the reader does, that's up to you <3

Have fun with this idea of mine <3

Copycat—

1.2k words; Saja Boys x Reader Masterlist | Requests paused! Huntrix version

Performing the Sajas' parts in Your Idol—they all come to the conclusion that you did it better.

A/N: Welcome to my blog!! I'm so sorry it took so long! Oh my gosh I had so much fun filling out this request and you might be able to tell reading it 😭 I decided to do a mix of both, I hope you enjoy!

Jinu—

Of all things Jinu could have walked in on, seeing you like that was the last thing he expected.

You. Dressed like him. Hat and all. Purple markings crawling up to your face, golden eyes. Even nails that mimicked his claws. And you were dancing the choreography to Your Idol?

“I’m the only one who’ll love your sins,” you sang, and he blinked as you met his eyes through the cracks in his fingers. Is this how he looked on stage? The fangs, the way your eyes narrowed as you sang??

Jinu had to be honest—you were good. You even got his costume down to a T.

But when you hit his high note at the end?

YES, apparently you can get the mic a little higher?! And your voice, too!

Jinu closed his mouth (it had dropped a little when you pulled off the ending) and cleared his throat, offering a little clap. As if he wasn’t a little flustered. “You’re cosplaying me? I’m flattered.”

“Is that all I get?!” Your eyes shot open, actually a bit offended. “That was a soul-stealing, Grammy-winning, Idol-Award snatching solo rendition of Your Idol, thank you very much!”

Jinu grinned, his eyes shooting away from your outfit. “Eh. Your skin’s not purple enough.”

“Jinu!”

Abby—

Abby can feel when people dance in his bones. And ears, to be honest—you weren’t being very discreet. Anyways, he had to join. Especially since he heard the sinister intro to Your Idol. He pulled open the door you were behind, only to be met with you.

Mesh top, shiny, skin-tight pants, those high platform boots?? And you did your makeup inspired by his demon markings? Hello?? Abby’s face flushed because woah. That’s all he could describe it as.

You froze for a second as you made eye contact, but you shot up just in time to do Abby’s part. His verse. Are you trying to kill him?

It’s the way you clocked his stunned state, because that smirk you gave when you leaned back and tugged at the beads of your hat? “Any time it hurts, play another verse; I can be your sanctuary.”

WOAH.

Is this what it felt like to be a fan? No wonder people fainted during their performances. Your Idol really was hypnotizing—or maybe it was just you.

What else was there to do but join you?

Without another moment, Abby’s veneer had disappeared with a poof and he was beside you as your backup. You cheered when he started singing Mystery’s part for you, continuing the song.

“Your moves are actually so smooth!” Abby beamed, absolutely starstruck at the opportunity. As if he wasn’t the idol. “Do you know any more of our songs?? We should do more!!”

For the rest of the afternoon, Abby was ensuring you knew all of Soda Pop.

Mystery—

You didn’t even know he was watching. Mystery is mostly just amused.

His eyes stay locked on your form as you run through Your Idol like it was your show, and he had to give it to you, if he hadn’t helped make it, he’d have thought it was. It didn’t completely captivate him, but . . .

You did get him when you sang his part in the beginning. You do the ragdoll-y motions so well—the honest skill in your singing and dancing made his heart stutter a little.

He’s out of sight as you keep going, more and more impressed at your inability to sing. When were you going to say something?? He knew you had a good voice, but . . . you could honestly do something with it if you wanted. And your ability to mimic his costume was impressive.

Mystery only made himself known to throw up a ten out of ten sign from nowhere, emerging from whatever shadowy corner he’d been watching from. You could only laugh.

“So was I supposed to find out you’re an excellent performer by walking in on you?”

You shrugged. “I’m not the professional here.”

“Could have fooled me.”

Romance—

Never, not once in his immortal LIFE had Romance been more enamoured. You’re singing his parts, dressed like him, with glittery golden eye contacts to match? Oh, he was eating it up.

“Oh . . . my god,” he gasped, his eyes literally widening. You laughed, continuing to sing his part.

What were his demon powers for if he couldn’t use them for special effects??

Wolf-whistles, glitter, smoke, Romance was doing it all. Even the fake fire. Because your presence demanded a stage, and he would give it to you.

The way you imitated his hat rim movement?? Since when could you dance? He knew you could sing, he’d seen it just for fun before, but like this? He almost dropped to his knees.

But when he levitated you for that high note bit?

Maybe he was doing too much, but the way the lighting dimmed to focus on you, your form, the other effects . . . you looked ethereal.

He swore that, maybe for just a moment, he was truly captivated by you. Not that he’d ever admit it.

Romance summoned a bundle of roses for you at the end, shaking his head as he handed them to you, clapping. “You look fabulous as me. Is this your audition to fill the sixth slot?”

“Literally,” you grinned, dramatically bowing. “And maybe. Thanks for the production, Romance.”

“What can I say? You had to finish looking the part.”

Baby—

Some kind of switch had to flip in Baby when he walked into you.

Literally, his entire world stopped. Tunnel vision. There was no other way to describe it. Because he had entered at JUST the right time, for his rap to begin.

You’re dressed like him. Since when could you rap?

FORGET THAT, “Thank you for the pain, ‘cause it got me goin’ viral.”

HELLO? His heart dropped back onto Gwi-Ma’s steps. If he had a soul still, it would have left him.

The smirk? The-the body rub thing?? He could feel your eyes on him through your lashes and it felt like you were staring straight through him. The fingers, the makeup, the everything.

Baby could feel just how shaky his exhale was. He’s internally panicking—you’ve managed to take his cool away from him. That’s not possible? Since when could you act as unhinged and chaotic as him?? Who are you?!

Back to the rapping—he had to force his thoughts back to the rapping. But it was already practically over before he had been able to register what was happening. In a trance.

Did . . . did you actually manage to brainwash him?

“Since when could you rap??” He demanded, snapping out of his daze. He approached you with his arms crossed, and Baby had to pretend like his knees weren't weak for a second.

“Who knows, maybe you’ve rubbed off on me,” you snickered, dusting your shoulders off playfully. Baby swallowed, looking away and sighing. To hide a blush, but he’d take that to his grave. Thank god for glamour.

“I might have to test you. Can’t have you thinking you’re competition.”

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A/N: That was actually so much fun! I hope you guys enjoyed it as much as I enjoyed writing it. See you soon!

—Captain Morii 🌤️

Morii's Business Class: @abby-himbo-truther @kpopmultistans @momentomoribitch @queensnowlake-wof @theshadowsden

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theprismyyy · 1 day ago

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07/09/25; 01:00pm

{ drabbles / headcanons }

[ when you make them buy pads for you / take care of you during your period ]

featuring: jinu, abby, baby, mystery, romance

note: slightly suggestive, but this is lowkey a crack fic. i need some laughter rn because i am in so much pain!!! 😭

jinu would be able to sense your pain, pulling you into his lap as he soothed you with his gentle kisses against your forehead. he would remain vigilant by your side while providing you with everything that you needed-

however, the moment you ran out of your usual pads and begged him to go buy you some, jinu was honestly at a loss for words. he stopped by the closest convenience store and found himself staring at the aisles upon aisles of colorful pads.

jinu loves you-

adores you to the moon and back, even!

he doesn’t want to screw this up, hence why he was so hesitant when it came to giving you a call and asking you for help.

so as he kept scouring the aisles, (looking just as lost the moment he first stepped in), a kind woman steps forward, gently tapping him on his shoulder.

nearly jumping back and letting out a squeal in response to the sudden touch. the older woman’s laughter makes his cheeks heat up in a scarlet hue, her voice remaining patient when she asks him, “does your girlfriend need some pads?”

“uh, y-yeah! s-she does…” jinu awkwardly trails off, scratching the back of his head when he allows the employee to help him. with a hum, she chooses a single pack before heading into the snack aisle, grabbing some bars of chocolates and a pint of ice cream. carrying the items with her, she gestures at jinu to follow her to the check out register.

“now she’ll need these to feel better.” grabbing a packet of medicine, she tosses it into the mix, scanning each item before telling the flustered demon the total price. taking out his card, jinu pays for every item, thanking the lady for her help before grabbing the bag filled with your stuff and making mad dash out of the convenience store-

his face and ears still burning when he hears the woman softly laughing at him before saying out loud, “ah, what a joy it is to be young and in love again.”

you were currently curled up on top of his chest, your breathing slightly labored and in pain as you continue clinging to your boyfriend. meanwhile, abby was simply threading his fingers through your hair, lazily scrolling through his phone when you call out to him.

“abs… abby- can you buy some pads for me, i think one pack will do.”

he raises an eyebrow at you, “why do i have to do it?”

you give him a pout, jabbing at his chest with your finger, “because i’m literally dying over here, these cramps are no joke. and if you loved me, you’d do it.”

abby lets out a groan, already pocketing his phone as he grabs his wallet, placing a kiss against your forehead while calling you his spoiled princess before leaving your shared apartment.

after walking toward the closest convenience store, abby looks at the wide variety of pads, deep in thought as to what you actually needed. yet the more he kept looking at each package, the more overwhelmed he felt.

not wanting to mess this up, abby takes out his cellphone and gives you a call. two rings later, you had barely answered when he loudly asks, “yo, what size is your pussy?”

cue a few other customers stopping what they were doing to give abby a side eyed glance.

“ABS! OH MY GOD-“

“babe i’m totally serious right now! there’s just so many, and sure, i’ve seen how pretty it is… hell, i’ve even been in it a few times, heh… but like, i don’t know the size of it?”

if only the earth could just swallow you whole right now!

“listen, okay, just listen! buy the ones that are the overnight ones and come home!”

abby whistles, searching the aisle before landing on a pack that had ‘for overnight coverage’ as he placed it in his arms with pride. “i got it babe, i’ll see you later.”

you immediately hang up the phone as abby saunters toward the cashier, seeing her face go completely red when he points toward the box of condoms settled on a shelf behind her, “be a dear and toss in that box for me too, yeah?”

when it was that time of the month, baby would always share his snacks with you and even feed you your favorite ice cream in hopes of soothing your cramps.

as you cling to him, you gave your boyfriend the best pout you could muster, “baby, i think i ran out of pads, can you go get some for me?”

playfully rolling his eyes at you, baby takes one last spoonful of ice cream before standing from the couch, “you wait here, i’ll be right back.”

so with his wallet in hand, he heads toward the closest convenience store, searching through the building before seeing the aisle filled with pads. he takes in the sight of all the packaging and sighs, catching the attention of one of the male employees.

the man stops what he was doing before jogging over to him, “yes?”

“do you do deliveries?” baby asks the man, and he confirms his question with a nod. “yes, we do deliveries.”

“then i’d like you to take one of each pack right here and deliver them to this address.” baby flashes the employee his silver credit card, telling him your address as the employee got to work.

meanwhile…

back at your apartment, you begin pacing your living room, wondering why it was taking baby so long to get back to you. you were about to call him when a sudden knock at your door interrupts you.

curious as to who it was, you unlock it, only to see a deliveryman step inside while bringing in a plethora of pads and massive amounts of snacks. you were absolutely mortified, watching as the deliveryman stacked an insane amount of pads in the corner of your room while baby enters your shared apartment with a lollipop in his mouth.

when the deliveryman was finished, he gives baby a bow before leaving the apartment, leaving you alone with your boyfriend. your face still felt hot from the embarrassment, yet you were unable to say a word to baby.

he meets your gaze, taking the cherry-red lollipop out of his mouth before putting it in yours, “why are you looking at me like that for? i got you your pads.”

but i didn’t need this many!

however, the words wouldn’t come out of your throat, being trapped within your gaping mouth that now had baby’s lollipop hanging from it.

needless to say, you didn’t need baby to buy you any pads for a long time.

you and mystery were taking a nap when a sudden rush of blood was felt between your legs coupled along with a new series of cramps. the pain of it all was enough to take your very breath away, making you curl up away from mystery.

noticing the lack of your warmth beside him, he wakes up, seeing you curled up in a fetal position as a series of whimpers escapes from your parted lips.

“what’s wrong, honey?” mystery asks you, now rubbing comforting circles behind your back.

“it’s nothing… just cramps.” letting out a shuddering breath, you meet his gaze and ask, “do you think you can go out and buy me some pads, myst?”

he doesn’t acknowledge your question, choosing instead to silently leave your shared bedroom. frowning slightly at his actions, you sit up in bed and call out to him, “mystery?”

just seconds later, he returns with some familiar items in hand, making your eyes go wide in response. in his hands was the brand of pads you often used along with some medicine and your favorite brand of chocolate. “i keep a stash of these in my pantry, just in case you ever needed them…”

mystery’s admission causes a surge of warmth to go through you, making you lean forward to press a lingering kiss against mystery’s lips. he returns the kiss with just as much fervor, pulling you into his lap as he allows the items to fall to the ground all while basking in the warmth of your love.

much like mystery, romance also keeps a stash of your needed toiletries and treats when it was that time of the month-

however, he also went above and beyond for you, often spoiling you in hopes of lessening the pain you felt. from cooking or ordering your favorite meals to feeding you your favorite treats and snacks-

to say you were treated like a queen would be an understatement.

after dinner, romance carries you away from the dining table, helping you strip out of your clothes as he prepares a bath for you while using your favorite scented body wash. only when the water was the ideal temperature did he carefully settle your form into the bubbly depths, earning a soft moan from you.

the hot water felt divine on your lower abdomen, providing a soothing balm for your cramps as romance worked on washing your hair, lovingly lathering your favorite shampoo into it. relishing in his soft touches, you ease back into the tub with a hum, “mmm rome… you spoil me too much.”

hearing his chuckle, you felt him press a kiss against your wet hair before whispering in your ear, “you deserve it, love. now just sit back and relax… let your man do all the work and take care of you.”

practically turned into putty now, you surrendered yourself to his soft touches, falling into a peaceful sleep as romance continued to take care of you throughout the day.

end notes: oh to be spoiled by the saja boys when you’re in the throes of period pains 😭🙌🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

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holy hands, will it make me a sinner? | smut! jinu saja x reader

he did not have a god.

he was a sinner.

he was a demon.

and he would kneel to no one.

but you...

as jinu laid you on the bed, watching the way your bodies met with every slow, punishing thrust—your legs wrapped tight around his waist, your nails carved into his back—he looked down at you like you were something divine. sweat rolled down his chest, muscles straining, jaw clenched.

you had him worshipping you on his knees, lips trailing down your body like he was tracing sacred scripture.

he prayed—desperate and breathless—that this poor sinner might get just one more taste of the holiest temptation that is you.

and on god,

he was thanking every deity he never believed in..

for letting him touch, taste, and ruin something so sacred.

“jinu—mnghh~” your moans—soft, ruined, holy—tumbled from your lips like the purest offering.

and jinu, with sin in his blood and devotion in his eyes,

sang your name like the sweetest praise a demon could give.

reblog, comment, & follow if you want more <3

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theprismyyy · 1 day ago

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Girl I've been stalking to make sure I don't miss the request window. Cause I know I would've 🤣

Hiii! Can I also request saja boys x finding out you have their merch like a t shirt with their face or something saja boys.

-🪻

Thank you for the request! Ok this one was hilarious for me, was laughing way to much picturing the boys. Here you go!💌

🌙Saja Boys x Reader — You Wear Their Merch

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🧿 Jinu

You’d only meant to borrow a shirt to sleep in. That’s all.

It wasn’t your fault that the one you grabbed out of your laundry pile happened to be an old, oversized official Saja Boys concert tee—specifically, the limited-edition one with Jinu’s solo stage photo printed across the front in near life-size detail.

You were halfway through brushing your teeth in the shared bathroom when the real Jinu padded in, yawning and blinking blearily behind his glasses. He glanced at you.

Then did a double take.

Then froze.

“…Is that—” His voice cracked slightly. “Are you wearing me?”

You looked down.

Right. Right. There he was. Hair slicked back, a piercing stare, a wisp of fog curling around his shoulder. Printed over your entire chest like some spiritual protector of toothpaste and embarrassment.

“I can explain,” you said.

He looked like he was either going to faint or self-destruct. “That’s the promo shirt.”

You shrugged helplessly. “It was soft.”

“I posed for that. I practiced that stare. That fog was CGI!”

He turned beet red as you calmly resumed brushing. “You really wore this to bed…?”

“You’re my favorite,” you said through the foam, smirking slightly. “Don’t get weird about it.”

He did, of course.

Ten minutes later he was on the couch furiously typing something into his phone. A delivery arrived later that afternoon—four plain black oversized shirts and a note taped to the top:

“Please wear these instead. I can’t survive seeing my own CGI fog in the mirror.”

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💪 Abby

You walked into the training room mid-afternoon, dressed casually in sweats and one of your favorite comfort shirts: a pale orange tee with Abby’s smiling face on the front, mid-laugh, holding a protein shake. A dumb slogan underneath read:

“GET ABS WITH ABBY 💪🔥”

You didn’t think anything of it. It had been a fan gift. A joke. You wore it when you missed him most.

And then, from across the weight rack, Abby turned.

His entire face lit up.

“NO WAY,” he grinned, jogging over. “You got that one? That was like, one of the first designs we ever did!”

You blinked. “…You helped design this?”

“Yeah!” he beamed. “Mystery said it was ‘cringe’ and Jinu said it looked like a workout cult ad, but look at you! It looks good!”

He lifted the hem slightly, admiring the logo placement like a proud father. “You want me to sign it? I could sign the bicep. Or the abs. Or your bicep. I don’t know the rules.”

You laughed, batting his hand away. “It’s my sleep shirt!”

“Oh,” he said. Then, shyly: “You sleep in me?”

You gave him a look.

He blinked. “I mean—in the shirt version of me? Not the me me, I just—uh—”

“Abby.”

“Yes?”

“You’re blushing.”

He panicked, ran two laps around the gym, and then begged you not to tell anyone. So naturally, you took a picture.

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📚 Mystery

You didn’t think he’d notice. For one, Mystery rarely cared about clothing beyond its capacity to protect his limbs from scratches and provide him with maximum hoodie coverage. For another, you’d only thrown it on because it was raining and your laundry hadn’t dried.

The shirt in question?

A long-sleeved bootleg fanart tee featuring Mystery surrounded by shadows, mid-step out of a mirror. The art was actually stunning—ink-black and silver lines, a slightly stylized take that made him look half-ghost, half-myth.

He appeared behind you in the hallway without warning.

“Where did you get that?”

You jumped. “Can you not appear like that?”

His eyes narrowed. “Why are you wearing me?”

You raised your arms and spun once. “It’s cool. You look like a cryptid.”

He stepped closer. Examined the design like it was some forgotten relic. “…I like this. The art’s not bad.”

You blinked. “You’re not mad?”

“No.”

Pause.

“Give me the link,” he said seriously. “I want ten.”

Later, you found out he bought them for everyone else in the group, just to ensure no one could use his shirt against him ever again.

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💋 Romance

It was honestly your fault.

You knew what you were doing when you wore that tank top around him. A vintage piece from the early Saja Boys era, featuring Romance mid-hair-flip with soft pink script underneath that read:

“Steal Your Heart Tour 💋”

He spotted you as you were making coffee. Paused mid-stretch in the doorway. Then…

“Oh wow,” he said, eyes widening. “Is that me-me, or just concept-me?”

You shrugged. “Feels like both.”

He stepped in close, lips twitching at the corners. “You sure you’re ready to walk around looking like a walking confession?”

You sipped your coffee. “You’re sure you’re ready to admit I’ve been your biggest fan this whole time?”

Romance let out a full, delighted laugh and tugged you toward him by the hem of the shirt.

“I’m going to need a photoshoot,” he declared. “You, in this shirt, in soft lighting. Maybe with some roses.”

“You’re not serious.”

“I’m always serious about branding,” he said. “And about you.”

Later that day, a new limited run of your photo in his merch appeared mysteriously on his fan page, titled:

“Ultimate Fan Energy: Romance Approved™”

You pretended to be annoyed. He framed the first copy.

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🔥 Baby

You were curled up in the studio lounge, doodling on your tablet in a shirt that once had been black but had faded with too many washes. It had Baby’s face on it—serious, dramatic, mid-performance, flame graphics licking the edges.

He walked in mid-snack, bottle of cola in one hand and a skewer of spicy fish cake in the other.

His mouth paused mid-chew.

He stared.

Then, after a slow swallow: “…Are you wearing my face?”

You looked up. “…Yes?”

Another beat.

“…Is it weird if I think that’s kinda hot?” he asked, tilting his head.

You groaned. “Baby.”

“What? I mean, like—you wearing me? That’s very power couple coded.”

You laughed despite yourself. “It’s my pajama shirt.”

He pointed his skewer like a sword. “We need to make better ones. That print quality sucks. I want one where I’m on fire for real.”

“Not happening.”

“C’mon. Just a little hellfire. Maybe with a flaming sword. Ooh, or me on a throne—”

“Absolutely not.”

He dropped onto the couch beside you, still grinning. “Fine. But you’re not getting rid of that one. It’s iconic now. Sentimental. Limited edition.”

You rolled your eyes and leaned against him.

“…Still kinda hot, though,” he whispered.

You kicked him. He stole your snack in retaliation. Fair trade.

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ok I have an idea : Saja Boys under the influence of caffeine... doesn't matter if it's energy drink or coffee - how would they behave?

I think Jinu would be either normal (being the leader and having to manage everything) or hyperactive? Depending on which case, Saja boys hate it. He is TOO normal or EVERYWHERE AT THE SAME TIME.

If he drinks if with you - he tries to act normal, but his body gives away the effect. Leg bouncing, fingers tapping and blinking a lot!

Abby would just... take a sip, wait a bit. and then explode 💥 he would be just :

Abby : Hey it's not that ba-💥

Doesn't really drink it.

Idk why just a smile, comment, boom. If you drink a lot of it? Yeah he's definitely like : hey I'll just... hide those energy drinks away from you... for your own good!

Okay okay, now Baby doesn't like it at all, making him just blegh from the taste. If you or any Saja Boys member has 'coffee breath '? He just moves a bit back and glares... but energy drinks? Oh yes pls !! Drinks it with you, not with you. It doesn't affect him. At all.

Romance wouldn't touch basic black coffee... he needs his cream, some sugar and (if possible) some nice sprinkles on top of that. Does it taste like coffee? Not at all, but it has 'coffee' in the name right? Doesn't drink energy drinks - not good for his (and yours) health..

Mystery I think prefers tea? Not a fan of coffee or energy drinks, but drinks it once in a while.

Also I have this funny image in my head where Mystery drinks some coffee and just :

just some thoughts, needed to get it out (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠) thanks for reading! reblogs and comments appreciated ( ⁠•͈⁠ᴗ⁠•͈⁠) 🤍

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hi can i request jinu feeling emotionally vulnerable when reader requests him to play the biwa. like reader is aware of his backstory and how the biwa is the only thing apart from his memories that he has of the past. reader isn’t forcing him but he does eventually play it for them and he just feels emotional about it and reader comforts him

he plays his bipa again

pairing: gn!reader x jinu tags: established relationship, hurt/comfort, references from the movie, emotional vulnerability summary: Jinu carried the bipa through centuries of shame. This time, you helped him reframe it as not just a relic of guilt, but also as a vessel of love.

🫧 Masterlist

You asked him days ago, almost in passing.

The two of you were cuddling in bed, the quiet comfortable. He was mindlessly tracing your skin with his fingers when your eyes drifted toward the bipa in the corner of his room.

“Would you ever play it for me?” you asked gently.

Jinu had gone very still, lips pressing into a thin line. For a long moment, you thought he might lash out or tell you never to mention it again.

You already knew his story. He had told you once, in fragments, in the half-light of dawn when his voice was too tired to guard itself. About his mother’s rough hands, cracked from work. About his little sister, who would clap off-beat whenever he played, insisting she was keeping rhythm. About how the bipa was the only thing he had that was his, the only thing that made them smile when the world gave them no reason to.

And about the day he left them behind.

“Not tonight.” Jinu said, his tone soft but final. He lifted your chin, grazing his lips against yours. “Tonight is about you.”

You didn’t push. You just let him distract you with kisses and soft touches, your request forgotten just for tonight.

For days afterward, he avoided even glancing at the instrument. Sometimes you caught his hand twitch, like a reflex, as though part of him wanted to touch it, but he would shut down the urge before it reached his fingertips. You thought maybe he had decided, silently, that he would never show you. That it was too much of a wound to ever lay bare.

So when you heard the sound late that night — soft, faint notes trembling through the air — you froze.

The music was fragile, almost hesitant, like someone relearning how to breathe. You followed it quietly, finding Jinu seated on the edge of the bed, bipa in his lap. His long fingers plucked the strings, but his head was bowed, eyes half-closed, as though every note pulled something out of him he wasn’t sure he wanted to release.

You stood in the doorway for a moment, letting him have the space. He noticed you eventually, his gaze flickering up, vulnerable in a way that made your chest ache.

“I thought about what you asked,” he said softly. His voice was rough, like he’d been silent for hours. “And…I think I was afraid. Not of playing. Of remembering.”

You crossed the room and sat beside him, close but not crowding. He didn’t stop playing, though the melody wavered.

“You know,” you said carefully, “every time you look at it, I see how you think of what you lost. But I think it’s also what you kept.”

There was a silence for a moment. Then Jinu’s expression hardened suddenly, his tone sharp.

“You say that as if it’s noble. As if I deserve to hold this.” His voice grew tighter, rising like a blade unsheathed. “Don’t you see? This instrument exists because I abandoned them. Because I wanted comfort more than I wanted them. If you pity me enough to pretend otherwise, then—”

“I’m not pitying you,” you cut in gently, refusing to flinch.

His jaw clenched. “Then what do you call this? You sit here, telling me lies so I can sleep better, breathe easier—”

“They aren’t lies.” Your voice stayed calm, even though his was fraying. “They’re truths you don’t believe yet. You kept this bipa not because of your deal, not because of your curse. Because you loved them. Because part of you refused to let them vanish, even when everything else did.”

He turned his face away, eyes burning, voice bitter. “You make it sound simple.”

“It’s not simple. It’s heavy. And it hurts. But it’s still love, Jinu.” You looked him in the eyes even though he avoided yours. “You love them. Present tense. Not past. Because I see it. In the way your eyes linger on little girls we pass by. In the way you help elderly women cross the street or those who ask for directions. You love them, Jinu. That’s not part of your shame.”

For a while, the only sound was the quiver of strings beneath his trembling fingers. His breathing was uneven, shoulders tight, as though the shame was fighting every word you’d just given him.

Slowly, you feel the tension on his body began to ebb — not gone, but loosening like a knot that had been held too long.

He played again, the melody unfolding shakily, raw grief laced into each note. It wasn’t polished like his performances now. The sound was raw, imperfect, as if the centuries themselves had weathered the music. But it was beautiful. Not because of skill, but because of the weight behind every note. The weight of his mother’s tired smile, his sister’s clumsy clapping, his own small hope that music could be a gift worth sharing.

By the time he stopped, his shoulders sagged, drained but softer. You reached out without hesitation, covering his hand where it still clutched the strings.

Jinu swallowed hard. His eyes flickered to you, suspicious still, but searching. “I don’t know when it will not hurt anymore,” he whispered, sounding defeated.

You leaned your head against his shoulder. “And that’s okay. But maybe next time, you’ll play not for the boy you hate, but for the love he carried.”

His lips curved faintly, though the smile was threaded with sorrow. But this time, he didn’t argue. He set the bipa aside and pulled you close, his voice breaking against your hair.

“Stay with me. Even when I doubt.”

“Always,” you murmured, steady as ever.

And in the silence that followed, the bipa rested beside you both. Not a relic of shame, but a vessel of love, waiting to be played again.

for a moment, i thought of turning this into angst but nah i don't hate myself like that :D but i did bawl my eyes out writing this lol

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