what big teeth you have

she/her 18+ sideblog for vore and g/t stuff

[smallbitesized]

Hello

I,m bitesized and this is a second blog where i talk about vore and g/t stuff.

Specificly g/t vore

Male pred

a preference for villains and fearplay

No preference for fatal or non fatal

Not a big fan of willing, but im open to it

Am into

Jjba

Pokémon

Marvel

Jujutsu kaisen

Feel free to interact

(This is a no-minor space. This is a fetish blog even without explicit content)

[smallbitesized]

So you have been swallowed whole

If you read this have shrunken yourself with, or are shrunken by the cursed technique minization and you somehow ended up alive inside the stomach of a cursed spirit/sorcerer.

-First off, its important that you stay calm and dont do anything rash.

-keep your body reinforced with your cursed energy. This will keep you somewhat protected from the hyrocloric acid, results may vary for those of a higher grade.

-do not attack the stomach recklessly!! Cursed energy affected by minization can cause a reaction with the stomach resulting in an acid reflux imbued with cursed energy.

For a host with lower amounts of cursed energy or if you have high reinforcement this can be a non-lethal escape from the stomach. For any one with lower reinforcement or a host with a significantly more cursed energy than you this can cause severe bodily harm if not be fatal.

-lf you can freely change your size, there is the option of rapidly growing in size and tear host open from the inside, this will be lethal for a majority of sorcerers/curses.

However for those whos host has a strong/flexible body and/or strong reinforcement, it may result in you being crushed within their body.

- there is of course crawling out through either end.( or shrinking dow so small you can enter their bloodstream, altho this is advised against unless you are an expert at the technique)

-The mouth end is the more pleasant and safer one. Please try and attempt this when your host is at rest unless you'd be swallowed back down or crushed in the esophagus.

-if all else failed, your last hope is the higher grade sorcerer that hopefully accompanied you durring your mission.

May this message prefent you from becoming nurients.

Good luck!

[w3ird-and-m4d]

᎐᎓᎒ ᴅᴏᴏᴅʟᴇ ᎒᎓᎐ ⏜ּׄ͜ᰍּ࡙🏷 ⃫

MORE GETØ VORE

[bloodxsugar]

Woe. JJK Vore Headcanons be upon ye.

because my autism is freaky like that.

Who asked for this?? No one. I just feel like sharing, on the off-chance someone other than me likes this stuff.

I... THINK the readmore should prevent the names from showing up in the regular tags. Hopefully. If you're "normal" and find this, I'm so so so sorry please block me a hundred times I'M SORRY

Includes both safe and fatal btw

18+ / MDNI

- - -

Satoru Gojo:

- He used to hate the idea of, y'know, eating another person (ew, right) but now he's super casual about it. It can be very practical, after all.

- I think he can use a cursed technique to shrink people, because that would be pretty neat. Sometimes he doesn't warn them first (he either just forgets or thinks it's funnier to catch them off-guard) often leaving the tiny person quite displeased with the situation.

- Usually, if he swallows someone, it's for their protection, whether they like it or not. Because his infinity makes him literally untouchable, his stomach is ironically the safest place a person could possibly be, when he wills it.

- Less often, Gojo will eat someone for fun or to mess with them. Utahime is a frequent victim of this, and really hates him for it. (Ends up unharmed though, don't worry! Physically at least.) He doesn't usually have the time to relish in the feeling, (he usually does this thing in a strictly "professional" manner,) so enjoys it when he finally gets the chance.

- He might lightheartedly tease his prey when he's feeling silly. His autistic ass is horrible with boundaries, so sometimes he doesn't realize when he goes too far until the person starts yelling.

- Has anyone ever met their end in Gojo's gut? Y'know, probably. But I personally would feel better not knowing.

- The ONLY person he'd maybe allow to eat him is bestie bbg Suguru. Anyone else? Yeahhh, good luck LOL

Suguru Geto:

- Definitely eats people. He already canonically does soul vore, I wouldn't put it past him to eat a human who disrespects him. Especially those worthless "monkeys".

- Unlike Gojo, Geto is used to swallowing abnormally large objects, so this sort of thing comes naturally to him. He doesn't even need to shrink the person, he just opens his mouth wide and... gulps 'em down. HOW in the goddamn hell is he able to do this?? No clue, just go with it.

- Also unlike Gojo, Geto isn't as merciful with his prey. Most of the time, once someone is down his throat, they don't come back out. If a follower of his is disobedient or not earning their keep, he'll threaten to eat them, which usually puts them back in line. Usually.

- His strong digestive system tends to make quick work of anything, or anyone, unlucky enough to find themselves in his gut. Paired with his metabolism, most excess fat is burned off, leaving no evidence that the former person even existed.

- He isn't entirely heartless, though. He can be reasoned with, and on incredibly rare occasions, he may safely swallow someone he cares about to protect them. But very few people are allowed this.

- Very inedible. Unless you're Satoru, don't even try it.

RYOMEN SUKUNA

- Eaten by The King of Curses would undoubtedly be the worst possible way to die. If you piss him off, you better pray to whatever god you believe in that he grants you a quick death.

- Sukuna is terrifying and needlessly cruel. He loves the thrill of the hunt, and is known to play with his food before devouring them. He'll tease and mock his prey, all the while enjoying their suffering.

- No one who disappears down Sukuna's gullet ever lives to tell the tale. His stomach is like a furnace- if the powerful acids don't kill you first, the nauseating heat will. I'd give you 5 minutes tops until your skin melts off.

- It'll be a cold day in hell before Sukuna engages in safe vore.

- - -

That's all I got for now. If you have any thoughts or suggestions, feel free to send me an ask! I don't get enough asks and I'd love to talk.

[giantseverywhere]

Be me

Vanishes for fucking weeks

Not a single signal of returning

Starts to get interested in Jujutsu Kaisen

Start seein' all characters

There's this one dude Pseudo-Geto

"Ayyyyyy bro seems fine af-"

One of my friends tells me how one of the villains get unalived

"Mahito gets vored"

I'm sorry WHAT

I Look it up

BRO INDEED GETS FUCKING VORED

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"It might seem crazy what I'm about to do"

Draws a single piece of Pre-Vore

Refuses to elaborate further

Leaves

So anyways um- have a Kenjaku pre-vore since bro actually vored one of the characters because yes 🤌🏻

[giantseverywhere]

Resharing this because 🤌🏻

[freaky-mahito]

AHHHHHHHHHHHH I saw that you're a fellow Vore enjoyer of JJK!!!!

SAME HERE TBH SHSJHSSHSHHS AHHHHHHH

GETO MY BELOVED- Bro's entire Cursed Technique IS VORE 🗣

I'd like to see you talking about him as a pred!!

[Maybe some doodles too of him eating a tiny, too??)) 🤲🏻]

Oh my god. Geto mention

The THINGS I would do. OUGH.

Here are some of my personal headcanons for pred Geto...

- He's a huge tease. Geto knows that if a prey is secretly into vore, he'll make the experience hell for them (in a good way)! Slow gulps, making snarky remarks about their taste...how good they feel bulging out his throat and how satisfying their weight is in his middle.

- Geto would probably be right on the line between a gentle, loving pred and a more mean one. If you're someone he knows or cares about and he noms you for whatever reason, he'll be gentle and nice about it. If you're just another curse he's consuming for power though, he'll eat you without a second thought towards how you feel about it...

- I imagine the ratio of unwilling to willing prey is widely skewed due to his job, so willing preys are a treat he CRAVES.

- He drools when he gets really hungry or thinks about a favorite prey too much. Zoning out, imagining their taste...and then unable to stop a bit of saliva leaking from the corners of his mouth at the thought. Wiping it away quickly if he's in front of anyone else and making excuses

- He used to not be into vore at all, but started convincing himself he enjoyed swallowing curses to make the experience more pleasant. It backfired, he pavlov'd himself, and now it's one of his biggest interests/enjoyments to consume other living beings

- Due to the nature of his cursed technique he can reform prey at will, but unless he really likes them he's more likely to just digest and take any power they had for his own

As for the drawing...this is an old piece I lost motivation to finish, but I might try to regain that motivation hehe..

[giantseverywhere]

I cannot describe how this is EXACTLY how I think Geto would probably be.........

PLEASE COOK MORE AHHHHHHHHHHH

Even if it had some eyes on him, people watching, etc etc- if he was about to nom someone he cares, I think he'd even say something among the lines of-

"Oh, don't care about them, what you- We; should care about now... is how much you'll satisfy me, how much you'll satisfy my hunger."

[i-like-vore-and-memes-2]

7 Minutes. 7 Minutes is all I can spare to eat you...

Big evil resident aha ha

[clearglassmeadow]

Yum

[smallbitesized]

While on the jjk train i'm just gonna share this idea:

During the heian era lived a family of sorcerers where the majority had a cursed technique that allowed them to manipulate the size of objects, including themselves and others, basically they can shrink themselves. These sorcerers called the Ebina have made themselves very elusive, only being seen when wanted. Things go well for them until one faithfull night.

"Sir, i don't know how to put this but suddenly dread going outside"

The troop of millitant ebina sorcerers stop dead in their tracts as they trudged through the underground path ways as they all turn to look at the troop leader and their newest member Miyo, a young woman.

The troop leader gives her a look, "what makes you say that miyo?"

"Well i feel scared all of the sudden, like a the air suddenly has gone thick" she stammers out despite the judgemental glances from the rest of her troop.

"Ugh, of course she got cold feet!"

"Why did we let a woman join in the first place!"

The troop holds up his hand to silence the group , then places a hand on her shoulder.

"If you believe there is an enemy out there, we will take a defensive stance just to ease your worries. Stay in the backline"

The troop walk out of the tunnel out of miyo's sight as they failed to notice she lagged behind.

There were cries of shock, followed by the sound of crunched bone. The troop leader frantic cries of despairation ring through the air.

And then a deep voices calls out:

"I know you are in there, come out or i'll will rip you out there myself"

Miyo's heart is nearly beating out of her chest yet she steels herself, readies her bow and ventures out of the cave.

What she finds out there is harrowing.

Their weapons lay destroyed on the grond in a pool of blood.

The real horror kicked in as she looked up at the especially at her 1,5 cm stature, towering figure in front of her.

A million thoughts run trough her head,"is that sukuna?", " dear god, that is sukuna!" "No, no, no ,i'm going to die"

The king of curses simply stares her, hunched down, his tummy mouth stained with blood. In one of his hands dangles the the frantic troop leader.

"So woman-"

Without turing his eyes away from her he moves the troopleader closer to his face, and without even blinking, swallows the man whole and alive.

Her eyes follow the outline of the out troopleader as he travels down sukuna's throat, until it dissapears behind his massive chest.

"Are you going to stand there, or are are you going to be a good prey"

[thefreak09]

Guh

I need him to eat me

[hyenafu]

What happens if Hisuian Typhlosion has to purify the spirit of a medium- or large-sized Pokemon? The lost soul of this Lucario finds out!

[sasak-i]

[feeblefeast]

‼️MDNI TW: unwilling prey, cruelty, self-pleasure‼️

a bit inspired by a long talk with someone ;)

but the sheer terror that a cruel pred can invoke in a prey is something so incredibly erotic to me, bonus points if the pred and prey know each other and there is a betrayal involved, like the pred is acting purely on cruel deep desire they’ve suppressed for so long

imagining a scenario where a pred is staring down at his soon-to-be food item that he’s placed on the bed in front of him, looming over and dwarfing the measly little prey with his shadow, eyes locked-on, unwavering in his greedy gaze

his eyes focusing on every little twitch and shudder, he knows that even if his little one decides to run, it’s utterly hopeless and they’re going to meet the same fate regardless

the prey is stunned with fear, at this point there is no way out and no one is coming to save them, there is no hope, clearly their once dear companion is lost to their inner sick fantasy

they can run, but they’ll be caught

they can hide, but not forever

the pred scoops up the prey in his hand, pressing them firm against his stomach, just so they can hear every little churn, his stomach crying out, he’s starving, he made sure to not eat just to make this moment even more worth it

the prey is fighting to loosen even one arm out from the firm hand pressing them up against the warm flesh, they wriggle and writhe but it’s to no avail, they can feel tears begin to form

feeling his prey begin to cry from within his grasp, he moved his hand to grip them between his thumb and index finger, lifting them up to his face to inspect their features, admiring their tear stained cheeks and pleading eyes, taking in their weak pleas “please…don’t….please, just let me go please”

this whole situation is so exhilarating… he can’t help but feel the tightness growing in-between his legs, this just feels so right

to hold such a level of control over someone who had trusted him so much and become their god?

he really does love them, but this chance to claim them all for himself and to fulfill this agonizing craving to break them down into nothing more but nutrients and become their end is speaking louder to him than any rational thought could, he needs them now

the prey looks into the preds eyes and can see his pupils are dilated, his eyes glazed over with a look of pure starvation and lust

he can’t help but let out a low “fuck…” and grin as they lock eyes once more, this rush is making his heart begin to pound

“I can’t wait any longer, I need you”

and before the prey could even say a word, the much larger being brought them to his lips and began to kiss them, quickly moving to more open mouth kisses, completely engulfing the prey with a sloppy onslaught of ravenous kisses and drawn out licks

tears continued to flow down the prey’s cheeks, quickly to be licked away as fast as they came, at this point they’re choking on saliva and the hot moist flesh had left its mark on every surface of their body

no amount of thrashing could free them now, their heart is pounding out of their chest and they’re getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen

the pred couldn’t help but moan at both their taste and the sensations of them struggling feebly in his grasp, the low sounds vibrating against their body and his steamy breath wafting over them

he had begun to use his free hand to alleviate some of the tension that had grown in his boxers all while still savoring his defenseless little morsel, buckling into his grip around his swollen member…

(to be continued(?))

let me know if y’all want more ;)

[giantseverywhere]

"Your lips are such a... vivid purple..."

"I think the colour suits you, you know!"

"...Just like your hair and..."

"...Mmm..."

"And- h-huh?? W-What's up??"

"Maybe you just should..."

"Feel them up close; properly this time..."

Che c’è, piccolina?* Already overwhelmed?

(What's up, Little one?)*

Btw if you know the character just- kUDOS, I GUESS??

[subukunojess]

No One Does It Better Than Me (Giant!Saja Boys x Reader)

The same voice that greeted you called your name, saying, “We’re respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting our authority as your idols by coming in anyway!”

Title: No One Does It Better Than Me

Rating: Teen and Up

Fandom: Kpop Demon Hunters

Characters: Abby, Baby, Jinu, Mystery, Romance, Gwi-Ma, Derpy the Tiger, Sussie the Magpie

Relationships: Saja Boys/Reader, hints of Polysaja

Word Count: 3,767

Content Warnings: Possessive Behavior, Home invasion, robbery, kidnapping, property damage, chase scene, Inherently nonsexual vore, hypnotism (in the background)

Summary: After listening to "Your Idol" for the thousandth time, you fall asleep, only to wake up when someone knocks on your door: The Saja Boys. Confused, you end up in the middle of a home invasion, robbery, and kidnapping by the most popular K-Pop Boy Band as of recently... but who they are and what they plan on doing to you is darker than what it seems.

My second or third attempt at doing Reader fic! After the surprising success of "Pepper" and "I Could Be Your Sanctuary", I am planning on doing G/T fics for all of the Saja Boys. Coincidentally, I finished the one-shot featuring all the Saja Boys, so I decided to post this one.

This was the one I started to write with the tropes in mind, but it branched out to write individual stories for each demon. I got inspired by a TikTok edit with the song "Better Than Me" by Wonho and I wondered what would happen if they sang that. There's action, movement, humor, references, and a surprise guest (My pet male Tuxedo cat named Gumball, I couldn't resist).

Again, I went with the Teen rating because other than the horror of being chased by giant demons while destroying property and noms, nothing explicit happens. If there is anything I forgot to tag or I need to change the rating, please let me know.

Like before, I will put the story under the read more as well. Thank you:

"Listen 'cause I'm preaching to the choir. Can I get the mic a little higher?"

Was this your seventh time listening to the addictive song that spread throughout social media like wildfire? Yes, it was.

It had already been a month, and the new K-pop boy band called the Saja Boys had topped the charts, surpassing BTS, NCT, or whatever letters you did not know about. You were new to K-pop, having only listened to a couple of songs in general. You were more familiar with NSYNC, the Backstreet Boys, and perhaps One Direction at best. When it came to music groups, you assumed that the Saja Boys would come and go.

You thought wrong.

Soda Pop and Your Idol played constantly in people’s minds. You figured that the songs were designed to do so, but when you heard their songs at the gym, in the supermarket, and on the radio, you gradually grew concerned. It did not help that the men were hot. It was almost as if they were sirens, beckoning fans to their demise. But that was crazy, right? Just your imagination…

You decided not to dwell on the dread that night, so you lay down on your bed, stopped the song on your phone, and drifted off to sleep.

You woke up to the sound of knocking. Sitting up straight on your bed, you turned to your bedroom window, the night sky glowing an eerie purple and pink, but you figured it was just a weird sunset. When the knocking continued, you called out groggily, “Coming!”

Standing up, you shuffled out of your room and stopped in front of your door, yawning, “Who is it?”

A friendly, masculine voice answered in a muffled tone, "Good evening. I was wondering if you could help us. We’re lost, and we have never been to this city before. Could you guide us in the right direction?”

“Sure. And who am I speaking to?” Sleepily, you opened your door but kept the chain on it just in case it was someone suspicious.

“Your new biggest fans.” You found five men standing in the hallway, wearing casual pastel clothing and soft smiles on their faces. When they took individual poses in unison, a vocalized harmony played in your mind. Your eye twitched as you immediately recognized the men before you.

The Saja Boys.

Without missing a beat, you smiled nervously. “Excuse me for one second.” You gently and slowly shut the door, ensured all the locks were in place, and then rushed into your room where you grabbed your cell phone from the bedside table and dialed immediately.

"Hello, 911? Five strangers are barging into my home. Send help!" You whispered into the phone. To your dismay, instead of a person or an automated voice message, a familiar tune blared from the phone.

"You're all I can think of every drop I drink up. You're my soda pop. My little soda pop!"

You hung up. They had taken over the authorities.

The knocking returned fervently.

The same voice that greeted you called your name, saying, “We’re respecting your privacy by knocking, but asserting our authority as your idols by coming in anyway!”

WHAM!

You heard the cracking of metal and wood, and foolishly, you poked your head out of the room to find the men now in your living room with your front door out of its hinges. They all smiled casually as if they had not broken your door down.

“Who are you and how do you know my name?!” You demanded to know, conflicted with how to react to the handsome invaders. The man with short black hair, who looked average in comparison to his companions, stepped forward.

"I'm sorry. Let me introduce myself. I'm Jinu, and these are the Saja Boys: Abby, Romance, Baby, and Mystery. We're demons, and the world, as you know, belongs to us now."

“Demons?” You blinked. You did not believe that for a second, although it did explain why they would know your name. You questioned if that was true, so why would they admit it in the first meeting? … Unless they had already won. You did not want to fathom such a reality. Either this was a prank, good cosplay, or they were the real Saja Boys. You took no chances as you stood up and attempted to be brave about it.

"Even if that were true, what does that have to do with me? And why are you taller than normal?" You rubbed your eyelids a little to notice that the men’s heights had changed so that every Saja Boy was taller than you by a foot or two.

Jinu chuckled, "Don't worry. Both questions have the same answer. There have been spikes in desires and energies in this area. A strong soul that affects our power. We call them Special Souls. They ground us and give us a boost in power. The greater the power, the more effective it would be. You smell delicious, and we can't let someone as powerful as you run away, especially towards Huntrix. So, we're taking you now."

You slightly blushed, your eyes twitching at the thought that your soul was apparently effective enough to cause demons to grow. “I have no choice in the matter, do I?”

“Nope.”

“Oh, look, they’re making a funny face! That’s cute~” Baby crooned in delight, smirking when you gave him a look that you wanted to strangle him. What was this: a fanfiction situation like those stories of parents selling their children to bands?

“But first, we’re taking everything you own to our mansion,” Jinu spoke up, causing you to do a double-take.

“Wait, what?”

"I call dibs on the games!" Baby cried out as he immediately dove to the other side of the living room, cheering at all the consoles and a stash of board games in the area. "A Switch, 3DS, Wii U, Xbox 360, PlayStation 2, Nintendo 64, and a Game Boy Advance? I hit the jackpot tonight!"

Abby had gone to one of your closets, whistling in an impressive tone. "A treadmill? We will use this more often! And you need proper weights." He started taking out weighted dumbbells.

"Don't worry, darling. You'll thank us for the organizational makeover later. Your library needs a separate room!" Romance called out from your bedroom. Before your eyes, your possessions disappeared one by one in pink wisps.

“No, no, no, this can’t be happening. That’s not yours to take!” You got up on your feet and tried to save your belongings, but they vanished before you could touch them, and Jinu gently held you back.

Suddenly, a meow coming from the hallway stopped you in your tracks.

“Hey, not my cat!” You cried in worry, fearing the worst. “Gumball, it’s going to be okay, sweetie! Don’t panic!”

Gumball, your one-eyed male Tuxedo cat, was held by Mystery, who looked as nonchalant as ever. Instead of fear or anger, Gumball curled up in Mystery's arms and purred, rubbing his head against him. Mystery purred back and rubbed behind Gumball's ears with a small smile on his face. You figured cats were naturally attuned to the supernatural, so it did not surprise you.

"Don't worry. Your pet will be in good hands." Jinu promised before he whistled softly. Just when you thought things could not get weirder, the floor started to glow blue as a giant tiger head popped up from the hole, carrying a six-eyed magpie wearing a tiny hat. Before you could question it, Mystery placed Gumball onto the tiger's head next to the bird. Both felines purred while the magpie watched in silence, then the three dove back into the disappearing hole.

What in Spirited Away and Howl’s Moving Castle was this?

Jinu placed both his hands on your shoulders as he explained calmly, "Now that we have it out of the way, let's discuss the process. To bond with us as a special soul, you must be consumed literally. You won’t die if that’s what you’re worried about, but it is an unusual experience. We will not harm you, and we will make it as gentle as possible since you're our biggest fan.”

Reluctantly, you nodded. "I understand. Before you do what you need to do, may I freshen up and have a moment to say goodbye to my old home?"

"Of course. Go right ahead." Jinu smiled, satisfied that you accepted your fate as you went to the other side of the house without another word. He sighed happily. "Hmm. I like it when things go smoothly--"

“They escaped.” Mystery spoke matter-of-factly as the five demons craned their necks to the open window and the fire escape with overturned plant pots nearby.

"I knew the gentle but honest approach might be our downfall," Abby commented.

"Of course they did." Jinu hummed before he suddenly smirked at an idea popping into his head. "Boys, why don't we give our number one fan a performance they'll never forget?"

All five pairs of eyes glistened in demonic excitement.

With a racing heart and burning lungs, you slid down the fire escape and ran until you reached a street corner where you found a taxicab waiting for a passenger. Without thinking about it, you opened the cab door, forced yourself inside, and closed it as the car floored it down the street. Seemingly safe, you leaned back in your seat and groaned.

"Thank you for showing up! You saved my life from getting eaten by demons."

"Don't be so sure about that." The driver tilted a rear-view mirror to reveal a monstrous face with orange skin and golden eyes glancing at you. Your eye twitched before you whimpered, slumped into your seat, and covered your eyes in defeat.

The demon chuckled while rolling his eyes, "Just be glad the Saja Boys are after you. You'd be a goner if Gwi-Ma were interested."

You did not want to know who this Gwi-Ma was, so another question left your lips.

"Where are you taking me?"

"This would explain. For you." He handed you a folded letter, which you opened and read immediately:

Dear Special Soul, Our Biggest Fan, let’s play a game. We shall give you fifteen minutes after you are dropped off to hide. When time is up, we will appear and chase you. Whoever can wrap his hands around you first will get to have you. Do not escape the city. We have it surrounded. Good luck~ Jinu. 

Whoever this Jinu was, he made you wish you could punch his invisible smug face as you crumpled up the letter. The demon taxi driver took you into the heart of downtown before opening the door, and an unknown force pulled you out before the taxi closed and drove off.

You were on your own. Seeing that the city was devoid of sound or people, you decided to investigate briefly as you searched for a hiding spot. You passed by a bus stop where a woman sat on a bench, staring off into the air. First, you waved your hand in front of her face, then snapped your fingers. Nothing. After glancing around the area for other people nearby, you assumed everyone was stuck in a trance, and then you left. Once you were further into the city, you stopped to take deep breaths.

"This is the most agonizing and exciting apocalypse I've ever been in." You concluded to yourself, attempting to calm down. "It's okay. You can survive this! It's just five mini-gigantic guys that happen to look cute. It can't get worse than that."

Four notes that sounded like church bells rang into the air as you turned to the eerie presence that you felt washing over you and your town.

The Saja Boys floated above the city, their heights ranging from 50 to 70 feet. They wore black hanboks, gats, shoes, and unique accessories that gave an ominous presence. Their skin ranges in hues of magenta, fuchsia, and red with intricate violet patterns. All their eyes were golden and demonic. It came down to one conclusion you wailed upon.

"Oh no, they're HOT!"

You knew your interests would be your downfall. You stared at the giant demons, wondering what they would do first, and you did not believe that they would make things worse for you any more than they did already. As if the universe came to mock you, Jinu snapped his fingers, and each boy lifted their head in attention and sequence.

"No one..." Baby growled.

"... does it..." Romance purred.

"... better..." Abby crooned.

"... than..." Mystery sang.

"... me." Jinu finished smugly.

“What the--?” You almost choked on your saliva. They were going to sing A NEW SONG?! JUST FOR YOU?! Fearing for your life, you booked it down the sidewalk and through the shadows of the city.

As you ran, the Saja Boys descended to the ground, their feet silent as they landed on the small streets below them. They walked as if striding through one of those small city replicas, harmonizing, "I'm not afraid to give you."

"Any less than all of me." Jinu stretched out his arm, his claws beckoning to you, but you kept on moving until you bumped into something large and hard. A snarl sounded from above as if it were a wolf the size of an elephant growling. You glanced to see Mystery leaning against a building nonchalantly, tilting his head toward you.

"Girl, I would never give you," Mystery sang while waving a finger at you. You backed up, then yelped when you felt breathing on your back.

"Promises that I can't keep." Romance's face was near you, upside-down as he flexed his back far enough to hold in that playful position while holding his hands together close to his chest. You ran off in a different direction.

As you jogged down the street, you quickly typed on your phone, "How to get rid of demons from KoreaAAAAAAAAH!" You shrieked when avoiding the swiping claws from Baby, who laughed in a musical tone while he and the others sang together.

"Find another, delete my number. Told yourself you don't got it bad."

Spotting a building nearby, you rushed in to hide on one of the floors and prepare yourself for any demon repellents the internet would provide you with. You doubted that you were powerful enough, as Jinu said you were, even though you did not notice how fast you were running, nor the energy you had to dodge them.

"But on the low, though, I think we both know..." To show that he was not just a handsome face, Abby pushed two skyscrapers to the side as he stepped forward and sang, "I'm the best that you'll ever have!"

The demons looked around the area, not spotting you at first until Jinu examined one of the buildings, sensing your soul. With a sly smile, he smoothly approached the tall building.

"I'll give you forever, so take all the time you need~" Jinu sang as he stepped up to search for you from one of the floors of the building. He found you sitting in a large circle of salt in a room, holding a crucifix in each hand.

“Stay back! I mostly know how to use these!” You warned, attempting to be brave about the ordeal as you stared out the window at the golden eye. There was a pause before a long claw phased through the brick wall, passed the salt barrier, and patted your head softly.

“Wrong religion~” Jinu cooed with a smirk.

You screamed and threw the crucifixes, dashing away before Jinu could grab at you. “The Supernatural television shows failed me!” You ran down the hallway, threw yourself out of an open window, and landed on the rooftop of the next-door building, witnessing the destruction of the building you just escaped from. As you rushed off to get distance, you found the giant demons in five directions, dancing smoothly while trying to corner you.

"Cause no one does it better than me. Go ahead and try to find someone, but I guarantee they won't change your mind."

Getting overwhelmed, you searched for a route that would help your survival, hopping onto what you thought was another rooftop, but it was made from softer material. You then realized that you were on the rim of Baby’s gat.

"You'll realize," Baby smirked as he reached to grab you, and the others vocalized in response, but you dodged the claws and slid onto a girder from a construction site that made you think of cartoons briefly before going back to flight mode.

"There's only one me, and you can't hide!" Jinu sang out cheerfully, pointing a beckoning claw to your direction. 

You hopped from beam to beam, hoping to find a safer way down. You were too busy running to notice purple patterns appearing all over your body, shimmering under the moonlight.

"No one does it better than me."

As you reached the top of the unfinished building, your patterns glowed a faint magenta while a voice purred into your mind: You're alone now with no one to save or care for you. Why you of all people? So weak and small. Don't worry. We'll care for you.

You almost tripped as a sudden force pulled you back, holding you in position as if someone held your limbs in place. You then noticed the glowing patterns on your arms in confusion. Before you could question yourself,

"No one does it better than me!"

Five large hands reached for you at the same time, and you did not have to turn around to know that they were there. The giant demons grabbed at you like selfish children fighting for a new toy to play with, or in better terms, the last snack. However, their hold was careful and calculated enough not to squeeze your body too much.

“There you are! You made us work up an appetite to get to you.”

“You are so adorable, I can't wait to gobble you up!”

"Mine, mine, mine!"

"That was a good game you played, special soul. It's fun with you around."

“They’re making funny faces again~”

It was one of your worst nightmares: five giant hot demons wanting and praising you like you were a precious little one. Then, Romance addressed the elephant in the room, “So, who gets to eat them first?” All demons stared at each other with narrowed eyes

"Well, we can't all eat them at the same time!" Baby snapped.

Abby piped up, “We could fuse into one being to make it fair?”

“Nah, maybe another time. Besides, the soul is about to have a heart attack.” Mystery shook his head as he motioned to you hyperventilating and shaking like a leaf. After a moment, the Saja Boys proceeded to decide in a civilized manner rather than like demonic piranha.

Four demons ended up playing Rock, Paper, Scissors for you. Mystery decided to opt out and hold onto you instead, his quiet aura calming you down somewhat. Baby and Jinu were at a stalemate until Jinu won two out of three. Baby mumbled curses in the background while the others agreed with the decision since Jinu was the leader. You found yourself held by the waist as Mystery lifted you higher, Jinu’s head below you.

By now, you were exhausted and overwhelmed. Souls? Giant demons? Patterns? That mysterious gravely voice in your mind? The fact that five K-Pop Idols were watching you like you were significant with one feeding you to the other like boyfriends do… it was so much too fast.

“Wait, wait, wait! Can’t we just talk about this?! I mean, I get it: demons want souls, this is terrifying and hot at the same time, and I’m probably like a snack to you, but there’s no other way to do the Special Soul thing?! How do I know that you won’t keep your promise—” You began to reason out of getting devoured while struggling in Mystery’s grip when Jinu opened his mouth that made you freeze.

Jinu’s mouth reminded you of a tiger’s maw with fangs to match and a wide tongue with feline papillae, but that was not why you stopped. His tongue also had glowing patterns that resembled words.

“Is that my full name in my language glowing right there?”

Jinu’s smug, open grin made you want to kick a tooth out if you were not so scared or weak. With a chuckle, he replied, “Welcome home~”

Then you fell right on top of his tongue. It felt moist and the type of surface that was hard and sturdy if rubbed in one direction. The tongue pushed you in different directions, including at the roof of his mouth, moans surrounding you that came from the giant who held you in his mouth and the spectators outside. To make things worse, Jinu’s mouth was kept open for the rest of the Saja Boys to see. Covered in saliva, you slipped as you attempted to crawl and reach an arm out to escape…

… only for Jinu to tilt his head back and swallow. With a loud gulp, you slid to the back of the throat and descended to the esophagus. The only sources of light you had were the patterns on your body and what could be best described as blue waves in the air and space around you that extended beyond Jinu’s body and the city. You did not know what it was, but when you fell into an open area and landed roughly inside his stomach, you saw the waves turn pink before shattering into tiny pieces. The slimy walls around you had patterns just like you and the demons had. You raised your arms, planning to pound at the walls and beg to be let out when your adrenaline ran out. You drifted off to sleep, hearing deep murmurs from outside, and seeing a glimpse of pink fire before passing out.

You woke up in bed with a slight gasp, your cat Gumball nestled next to your head. It was all a dream. You were safe. You were okay. No pain at all on or in your body. The nightmare was over, and you were free. Crying happy tears, you nuzzled your head against Gumball’s fur… not noticing the luxurious suite you were in, the king-sized bed you slept on, and the patterns on your skin that shifted into symbols that marked who you belonged to: The Saja Boys.

Special Souls were kept with care after all.

[fiber-optic-alligator]

Alright fellas I gave in to the Urges and I have decided to post my Saja Boys fanfic here. I watched the movie over the summer and I absolutely loved it despite not being a kpop fan myself. The Saja Boys are silly and I love the whole siren trope where there is someone/a group of people who intentionally disguise themselves as alluring and beautiful to give their prey a sense of safety before revealing their monstrous side (literally). Idk how well this is gonna do here but I spent months writing this and I want to share it. So here you are, enjoy and please leave some comments or feedback if you'd like.

Your Idol

Saja Boys x reader

WARNING: THIS FIC DOES MENTION SAFE, NONSEXUAL VORE AT THE END. If this is something that makes you uncomfortable, PLEASE DO NOT READ. Thank you :)

Summary: You do not understand the appeal of the Saja Boys. Your friends love them. The world adores them. Their songs are catchy and upbeat, and they have the talent and looks to live up to the image they've curated for themselves. The biggest idol unit in the world, and yet you simply cannot get yourself to enjoy the music they release. A horrifying dream has you realizing that your dislike for them extends so much deeper than you initially thought. These boys aren't just famous celebrities-they are demons. And whether you like it or not, your unique soul has gained their attention. Now, they don't intend on letting you go.

Word Count: 4023

You cannot stand the music your friends are listening to.

  Sitting on the train traveling through Seoul, legs swinging with the vehicle’s momentum, you wish you could tune out the irritably infectious melody emanating from one of your companions’ phone. The video repeats itself like it knows how annoying it is; five young men shimmy their shoulders playfully while they sing. “Don’t want you, need you! Yeah, I need you to fill me up! Even if I drink and drink, it’s not enough!”

  “I’m telling you, they’re going to be the next big thing!” your friend holding the phone exclaims. “Soda Pop hasn’t even been out for a week, and it’s already surpassed BTS’ record! That’s, like, HUGE!”

  “Clearly,” your other friend says. They are drinking a shake and moving along with Soda Pop’s beat. “This is way catchier than anything I’ve ever heard.”

  “What do you think, Y/N?” The phone is put right up into your face. “Do you like the Saja Boys?”

  You blink and lean backwards, eyes crossing with the flash of the video’s lights. “I think they’re fine,” you reply evenly. “But I won’t listen to them. They just aren’t my thing.”

  “Aw, come on!” Your first friend pouts. “You don’t have to pretend to be cool! It’s totally okay to like them! I have a feeling they won’t be a fad!”

  “Yeah, but…they aren’t who I want to listen to.” What else can you say? Your friends are the typical k-pop super fans: following everything these groups do, and taking any sort of criticism a little too close to home. “The song is catchy, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not a…a pop person, you know? I like rock. Not…auto-tune.”

  A gasp of horror. “Auto-tune?”

  Oh god, now you’ve done it. You quickly try to backtrack your words. “I didn’t mean it insultingly! There’s nothing wrong with autotune, honest!”

  “This,” your first friend says dramatically. “is not autotune. This is art personified. Saja Boys themselves confirmed they use no sort of technology to alter their voices.”

  You glance at the phone and internally wince when you hear the crescendo of the song’s final act. “No offense, but…that sounds pretty altered to me.”

  Your second friend huffs and crosses their arms. “You have no vision,” they say. “I guess we’ll just have to skip going to their free concert tomorrow night. We have to get you hooked before you can see them in person.”

  Soda Pop continues to play. “Lookin’ like snacks, cause you got it like that! Take a big bite, want another bite, yeah! I want all of you, want it, want it…”

  The lyrics make something within you coil uncomfortably. It feels like a squirming deep within your chest, the same that comes with the dread of suspense or the first bouts of adrenaline. It’s not fear, not exactly. Yet…it isn’t a sensation you’d call positive either. All you know is that you do not want to listen to this idol unit.

  “I’m okay with that,” you murmur. Yet your friends do not listen. They are sucked back into the song.

  The rest of the day is spent wandering Seoul with your friends. Numerous fashion stores, more than enough boba tea to satisfy you for a month, and an arcade where the three of you win massive stuffed animals bigger than your head is enough to make you feel absolutely exhausted. By the time you bid farewell and part ways, your feet are dragging like pieces of lead, and you can barely keep your eyes open. Your apartment is small, a barely noticeable little thing within a complex of at least a hundred more of its kind. Yet it is home, and you actually do enjoy living in it. Small spaces bring you solace. Something about having your own enclosed household, cozy and all for you, eases the tension crackling through your veins.

  You don’t know why you are so stiff. Hanging up your keys, kicking off your shoes, and leaving your things by the front door, you head straight to your room and collapse onto your bed. The plush comforter greets you like an old friend, and you immediately want to close your eyes and rest for a little while.

  Your phone buzzes. A groan escapes you, and you roll over onto your back, taking the device out of your pocket. The notification is from your second friend. Opening the chat, you see they sent a link with an accompanying message. “Just give them a chance, alright? You won’t regret it!”

  You already know what awaits you when you open the video. It’s an interview with the Saja Boys. You want to roll your eyes and immediately close it, but something about the leader’s voice keeps you listening.

  “We’re just so happy to be sharing our music with the world,” the man says. He’s rather attractive, with neatly combed hair and a dazzling smile you know he’s perfected for the camera. Jinu, you think his name is? He seems to be the one your friends obsess over the most. “It’s been our passion for…well, since the beginning. We’ve known each other for a while, and we’ve always wanted to change the world. And now…now we are. One song at a time.”

  It is an innocent statement, one that doesn’t really deserve much thought. Yet, when the words meet your ears, that same shifting, ugly feeling returns. A worm in your chest, burrowing deep and writhing with agonizing foreboding, leaving shivers running down your spine. You don’t like their voices. You don’t like their songs. Something about them rubs you the wrong way.

  Shaking your head, you put the phone away and sit up. Time for dinner. Then, finally, bed.

  The city you are in resembles one you have never been to: it seems like it might be Seoul, but you cannot be sure. Everything is bathed in hues of purple, blue, and black. The sky is as dark as the blackest of ink, with the faint roilings of lightning flashing through the clouds. The street you are standing on is empty. There are no cars, no people, and no sound except for distant thunder.

  You are dreaming. How you know isn’t sure to you, as lucidity within your unconsciousness isn’t one of your normal habits. You don’t remember falling asleep. You must have been so exhausted, you just plopped into bed and went out like a light. And now you are here, in some strange dream which does not feel normal. All of your senses are sending a single clear message: you aren’t supposed to be here. It has you on edge, poised like a fox ready to run from a pack of hounds.

  Is the thunder getting louder? Why does it sound so strange?

  No. Not thunder.

  Footsteps. That boom, boom, boom are the sounds of feet hitting the ground with the force of mini earthquakes. The vibrations are progressively becoming more violent. The lightning becomes intense.

  Before you can catch up with what is happening around you, something reveals itself from the buildings. Towering above even the skyline, what stands before you is giant. He’s young, dressed in a black robe with a tall, wide-rimmed hat hiding his eyes. The beads connected to the brim jingle ominously in the dead air as he approaches. You stumble back, failing to retain your balance due to the ground shaking, falling flat on your back with a thud. Your tailbone hurts, but that is nothing compared to the terror you are now experiencing. 

  The giant walks right up to you, his boot raising, blocking out your entire line of vision with the ridged soles of the shoe’s underside. You shriek, throwing your arms over your head, expecting it to come down and crush you like a bug. Instead, he simply lands it right in front of you, inches away from your trembling form.

  “Well, well, well,” the man drawls. “What have we here? A little mortal trapped in a dream? How curious.” He pushes his hat up, revealing deep yellow eyes, pupils like slits of black. He grins, showing fangs. “What are you doing here, shrimpy? Who decided to pull you through?”

  You can’t speak. How can you? This is too much for your poor mind to wrap around, and you cannot answer him…not that you’d want to even if you did know what was going on. You scramble away, a startled cry leaving your lips.

  The man snorts, amused. One massive hand reaches forward, fingers extended to curl you into their hold, claws wickedly sharp.

  That does it. You bolt, pelting as fast as you can away from the giant, panic consuming you. You hear him laugh, a loud, gleeful cackle as he starts after you, every single step of his outpacing you by landslide proportions. The momentum of his hand swooping down to grab you is interrupted when you dart into a tight alleyway. Claws longer than your entire body scrape against the sides of the buildings as he tries to catch you.

  “Aw, don’t hide from me.” He peers in at you with a single eye. “Where’s the fun in this if I don’t get to play around with you? C’mon, tiny, there’s nowhere for you to go.”

  “L-Leave me alone!” you yell, finally finding your voice. “Go away!”

  “Go away,” he echoes back, clearly mocking you. “I actually think I’m going to stay right here. I could always force you out. Let’s say I do that on the count of ten, okay? Ten…nine…eight…”

  “Wait!” You fumble for something to say. “Stop! I-!”

  “Three…two…one.” The giant grabs the sides of the buildings forming the alleyway and quite literally pulls them apart. The groan of metal and concrete warping beyond their intended shapes outshines your scream as he grabs your leg and yanks you forward. Your life flashes before your eyes as he lifts you up, dangling you in front of his face. His grin widens. “You literally couldn’t have made that any easier.”

  “Let me go!” You struggle fruitlessly. “Who are you? What are you? Where am I?!”

  “Geez, ease off on the questions, tiny. Don’t you realize this is a dream?” He leans back against a toppled building like a languid cat. “None of this is real. But that doesn’t mean we can’t play with you a little.”

  “We?!”

  “Baby.” A new voice reverberates through the air. Upside down, it is dizzying to see another giant come into view. This one is dressed identical to the one holding you, but long violet bangs completely hide his eyes from view. “Stop messing with our food. You’re going to give them a heart attack.”

  “Our food?” The newly-dubbed Baby scoffs. “This is my food. I found them first, therefore I get dibs.”

  “That’s not how it works.” The second man grabs your captor’s arm and wrenches it down. You yelp when he pries you from Baby’s talons, taking you into his just as tight-albut right side up-grasp. “Jinu said to contain before we think about consuming. He wants to see what this soul’s deal is.”

  “Ugh, you’re no fun.” Baby pouts. “Mr. Big Bad Mystery, always following rules. You know you wanna take a bite. Go on, I won’t tell.”

  Mystery tilts his head downward slightly. Though you can’t see his gaze, you know he’s staring at you. “I’ll save my appetite for later.”

  You grunt and struggle. You will not allow yourself to be eaten by giant dream monsters. If what Baby says is true, then to escape this nightmare, all you need to do is wake up. Glancing down, a fleeting decision is made, and you bite Mystery’s thumb with all of the jaw power you can muster.

  “OW!” Mystery flings his hand back. His fingers loosen. You are sent careening through the air, free falling straight for the ground. Triumph wars with fear; this will end the dream. You close your eyes and prepare for a very rude awakening.

  You hit the ground hard. Pain shoots through your body, causing you to wheeze. There’s a pause…but when you open your eyes, you are not met with the sight of your room. You are still in the city, with two giants looking down at you.

  “Clever little one,” Baby coos. “You thought you could free yourself, didn’t you? Sorry to burst your bubble, but that won’t work here. You’ll only wake up when we let you.”

  “Are we going to ignore the fact that they bit me?” Mystery exclaims.

  “Oh calm down, you’ll be fine.” Baby waves away his comrade’s concerns dismissively. “Just catch them so we can bring them to Jinu.”

  Jinu. Where have you heard that name before? It’s familiar, and something within your chest aches with fearful unrest at the mention of this mysterious leader. Whoever he is, you don’t want to meet him. So once again, you stand and run.

  “Hey! Get back here!” Mystery shouts. Both giants give chase, their footsteps thunder. You cut down a corner, refusing to stop, not giving exhaustion a thought as you continue onward at a pace that feels futile, even at your top speed.

  The ground rumbles beneath you. Before your very eyes, the road before you begins to crumble and slope downward. Yet another scream leaves you as you find yourself falling into the abyss, flailing wildly. Buildings are sprouting from the sides, smashing into each other, shattering sound and image alike.

  “Pray for me. Pray for me…” The words are spiraling through your head, and it takes you a moment to realize that as you are falling, this haunting melody isn’t coming from within; it’s reverberating around you. “Pray for me…Dies irae. Dies irae…Pray for me…Pray for us…”

  It’s not chanting, not exactly. It’s…it’s a song.

  Your side clips against something, and your arms instinctively shoot out, grabbing whatever it is that hits you. Your fingers grapple to hold on to the strangely ivory-like object. Legs swinging, you look up and feel your heart sink when you see Mystery’s great eye leering down at you from beneath his bangs. Whatever you are holding on to moves; you yelp with the motion of him smiling.

  Dear god. You are holding on to one of his tusks. He has tusks. He’s…he’s a demon.

  Mystery tilts to the side. The momentum causes you to lose your handle. “Keeping you in check. Keeping you obsessed. Play me on repeat, endlessly in your head.” Falling is once again cut short by a massive hand breaking your fall. The man holding you isn’t Baby or Mystery. His skin is a different shade of purple, almost maroon, and he has long, dark pink hair. He grins, whispers “Call me Romance, little morsel,” and then continues singing, raising you up and tilting you towards his mouth. “Anytime it hurts, play another verse. I can be your sanctuary.” Closer, closer. You are inches away from slipping into his maw before he snaps his teeth shut on the last word. He laughs, flinging you into the air like you are nothing more than a discarded wrapper. Hands raise to catch you. When you land back in his palms, he throws you again, this time to the side. A different pair of claws snags you. A fourth one.

  This demon feels bigger than the others. His hair is shorter, but his fangs are longer, and just with the way he is squeezing you, you can tell he is built for strength. “I’m Abby,” he growls. “It is so good to finally meet you, golden soul.”

  “Now I’m the only one right now, I will love you more when it all burns down. More than power, more than gold. Yeah, you gave me your heart, now I’m here for your soul.” Romance and Abby throw you back and forth to each other. A dizzying game of toss. In the fifth round, Abby decides to throw you back up. He angles his body so you land on the slope of his shoulder, sliding you down his arm and onto the newly-mainfested ground. You waste no time in running, avoiding Romance’s boot as he slowly stomps after you. The city is an amalgamation of chaos: buildings are rightside up and upside down. Nothing makes sense. Your mind feels on the brink of breaking.

  “I’m the only one who’ll love your sins.” Bright pink fire erupts in front of you. Out of the inferno steps a final man. Already, you can sense that this is the leader. He stares at you, head tilted with the air of a curious predator plotting something dangerous. “Feel the way my voice gets underneath your skin.”

  You are frozen in fear. Every joint in your body is locked, frozen beneath his gaze. Run, your brain screams. Run. You need to get away. You need to escape. “Wake up,” you whisper to yourself. Shaky, barely there. It is hard to hear yourself over the song. “Wake up, please.”

  “There is no waking up from this, human,” the leader murmurs. “Not unless I decide it.”

  “Jinu.” The other four demons appear instantly. Mystery shoves you forward rather harshly with his foot. You stumble to your knees, trembling with visible horror. “The golden soul, as you requested.”

  “You frightened them.” Jinu’s voice is a mask of cold indifference.

  “No harm in some playtime, right?” Baby asks casually. “Their spirit is more delicious that way.”

  That is it. You can’t take it anymore. Getting up, you steel your nerves and force your voice as high as it can go. “W-Will someone explain to me what is going on?!”

  All five demons focus on you. The weight of their stares feels like the pressure of the ocean itself. You immediately regret raising your tone. “I-I-I mean, um…please?”

  Romance chuckles. “I like them. They’re funny.”

  Jinu kneels, all power, all grace. “You,” he rumbles, “are an interesting case indeed. From the moment we arrived in the city, I could sense the power you hold. You…a curious little mortal who holds a once-in-a-century miracle.” He extends a claw. You flinch when he slowly caresses your face, dragging his knuckle down your cheek and lifting your chin up a little. “A golden soul.”

  “Golden soul?” you squeak.

  “Connected to the honmoon itself,” Abby purrs.

  “When a soul is born, all ties between the two are usually cut off.” Baby idly twirls a lock of his hair. “Usually.”

  “Yours didn’t,” Mystery says.

  “That makes you special,” Romance hums.

  “To consume a soul still tethered to the honmoon is like drinking elysium itself.” Jinu’s entire form shudders as a pleasant sigh ripples through him. “It is what we chase. Regular souls are fine, sure…but your soul? Oh, your soul…” His hands shake with restraint; they hover over you with the desire to pierce talons through your chest and rip you open to reveal what it hides. “Your soul is everything we have ever dreamed of.”

  As if on cue, a bright burst of pure light explodes from your heart and fills you with a warmth you have never experienced before. At first, it is almost painful, like the sun is scorning your skin from the inside out. But then it eases, and with the thump, thump, thump of your heart, the light pulses. It’s the color of amber and auburn whiskey, and new breath fills your lungs, sending an invigorating rush through your entire system.

  “What…what did you do to me?” you whisper.

  “Me? I didn’t do anything. Your soul is simply reacting to the presence of a demon.” Jinu wrinkles his nose. “It…doesn’t seem too pleased.”

  “Which makes it all the more tastier,” Baby says with a clack of his teeth.

  “So you…you want to eat my soul? You want to kill me?” The very thought makes a shock of fresh terror rocket through you.

  “Kill is such a broad word,” Abby drawls. “It isn’t exactly killing. It’s more…falling asleep forever.”

  “That’s what dying is!” you cry. “Being killed and dying are the same thing!”

  “No.” Jinu’s voice demands silence. “We won’t kill you.” He is regarding you with a very contemplative look. You aren’t sure you like it. “Consuming all of your energy at once and being done with it would be a waste. You are too valuable for that.”

  “You’re suggesting we keep them?” Mystery asks.

  “Exactly that.”

  “Waitwaitwait.” You hold up your hands. “Stop. Just-you can’t keep me. I don’t even know who you are! I’m not a-a thing to use!”

  “You seriously don’t recognize us? Our names?” Romance laughs. “Surely you can’t be this out of touch with reality? We’re the Saja Boys, little morsel!”

  You pause.

  The boy band? The group your friends are obsessed with? Who everyone obsessed with?

  “No.” You shake your head. “Nonono. You’re lying. That can’t be true.” Because if it is, you aren’t the only one in danger here. All of Seoul is at risk of losing their souls. The world could be in jeopardy. The Saja Boys are at the top of the global charts. Their songs are being heard by millions.

  “I can see the wheels turning in that little head of yours.” Jinu reaches for you. You flinch. He wavers for a moment, then once again hooks a claw under your chin, forcing you to look at him. “Don’t bother. There is nothing you can do.”

  “Please,” you beg him. Your hands grasp his finger, trembling. “I-I don’t want this. I’m not a tool. I’m not just a soul.”

  “Do you think you have a choice in the matter?” He moves his hands forward, thumb pressing against your middle while his palm cradles your back. Gravity fails; you are being lifted higher than you are intended to go. Up past his middle, right to his face. Those eyes study you, showing no remorse for what is about to occur. “Your fate was handed to you the moment you were born. No one with an aura like this passes by Gwi-Ma’s attention.”

  You want to ask who the hell Gwi-Ma is, yet you do not receive a chance. Jinu opens his mouth. Fangs are longer than your arms glisten with strings of saliva. His tongue shifts with clear anticipation. Your heart drops with the realization of what is happening.

  “NO!” you wail. “NONONONO! Stop, please, stop! Please!”

  The demons sing as one. “Living in your mind now. Too late, ‘cause your mine now.”

  Your soul howls rejection. You kick your legs and fight with all of your might, but you cannot escape.

  “We seal this connection,” Jinu booms. “You belong to us.”

  He drops you into his mouth. Your shriek is lost within his throat.

  You wake up in a cold sweat, a frantic “No!” leaving your lips as you shoot forward. Your sheets are hot, enclosing you like the constriction of esophageal muscles. Too tight, too thick. You claw them off, sending them flying to the floor. Only then do you pause to catch your breath, clutching at your loose night shirt while your heart gallops along at a desperate pace.

  A dream. It was all a dream.

  For a moment, you just sit there, replaying the memories again and again. It wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real. You were tired last night, and the Saja Boys’ songs got to your head. There are no demons. There is no honmoon, whatever that might be. Your soul is colorless and invisible, and you are not being eaten alive. Telling yourself this calms you down, and your chest expands with a heavy sigh.

  A notification rings on your phone. With shaking fingers, you reach to grab it.

  Unknown number.

  You freeze.

  There is no contact to go along with the text. Only an ominous message that has you covering your mouth in horror.

  Welcome to the Pride, Y/N. We can’t wait to get to know you.

  Attached to the message is a link to a video. When you click on it, a song pops up on the screen. YOUR IDOL, NEWLY RELEASED SINGLE FROM THE SAJA BOYS. The exact same song from your dream.

[pansareswag]

Need to get this off my chest…

a friend had me watch invincible and I literally became obsessed, anyway here’s a piece I’m like never gonna finish but love the way it’s come out so far🥀💔

Obviously a huge w.i.p. But UGH Cecil my beloved 😔🙏 the situations id put that old man in.