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“Can you not mark me up like a chew toy for once?”
You’re standing in front of the mirror, tugging your collar up in a losing battle to hide the constellation of purple bruises and glowing red bite marks across your neck and collarbone. A few of them still sting when you press down.
Baby’s sitting on your bed behind you, sprawled out like he owns the place. He looks criminally relaxed with his shirt half-buttoned, one arm behind his head, and golden eyes tracking you like a lazy predator.
“That’s rich,” he says, voice deep and dry. “Coming from someone who was begging last night.”
You throw a pillow at him.
He catches it mid-air, doesn’t even flinch. His yellow eyes flick lazily up to meet yours in the mirror.
“You bit my shoulder,” you hiss, pointing. “It looks like I fought a stray dog in an alley.”
Baby stands up, slow and smug, and comes up behind you. His hands slide around your waist, cold fingertips brushing under your shirt. He presses his chin to your shoulder and speaks against your skin.
“You didn’t fight a dog,” he says. “You let a demon have his fill. There’s a difference.”
You feel his smile as he kisses your neck right on the sorest spot. You yelp, but he just laughs, low and breathy.
“Besides,” he murmurs, “you look good like this. Ruined. Marked.”
“Yeah, well,” you mutter, weakly elbowing him, “I can’t exactly wear a turtleneck in July.”
“Not my problem.” His smile curls against your skin.
You glare at his reflection. “Do you want people staring?”
He smirks. “Let them. That way they’ll know you’re taken.”
You open your mouth to argue, but then he tightens his grip just enough to remind you what those hands did the night before.
“Unless,” he adds, voice low and deliberate, like he’s testing you, giving you an out he knows you won’t take. There’s a smirk tucked beneath every syllable. “You want me to stop.”
And just like that, you're quiet. He flashes a smug grin.
could you do manager!readern x the saja boys ? It could be poly or seperate, your choice! (I'd prefer smut, but i dont mind sfw :) )
Thats all! You can do pretty much whatever for this ask, I dont want anything too specific <3
you’re their manager
tags: 18+ nsfw mdni, smut headcanons, gn!manager!reader x poly!saja boys, established relationship, possessiveness, jealousy, degradation, dp, gangbang
note: trying out this style of writing. read the sfw version here
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poly!saja boys who love watching you take control during rehearsals, barking orders and wrangling chaos like a seasoned professional. But the moment you're alone with them? Oh, the switch flips so fast. You're no longer in charge, because they are. They make sure you feel that shift, every single time.
poly!saja boys who make it a group effort to ruin you. Their favorite game? Seeing who can make you cum the most in one night. They keep tally like it's a sport.
poly!saja boys who are filthy, but also clingy. After they ruin you, they clean you up gently and refuse to let you out of their arms. You’re the group’s stress reliever, and they’re obsessed with your body, your scent, and your presence. They don’t function right without you.
poly!saja boys who lose their minds when you get a little too friendly with a new boy group under the same label. It starts with a smile. One harmless smile, a glance a moment too long, your hand brushing the shoulder of one of the idols, your laugh a little too easy.
By the time you are alone with them at the penthouse, everything happened so fast.
With Jinu's snap, your clothes are gone, hands tied together above your head. Five pairs of hands are on you — rough, greedy, unrelenting.
Romance tsked. "You shouldn't have let them get too close to you, angel. Now you'll see what happens to bad pets."
Jinu and Abby got you squished in between them, taking turns pistoling your tight little hole, never leaving you empty. Mystery's hips are rolling into your throat, so slow and deep tears streamed down your face. Baby and Romance are forcing their cocks into your hands, hard and twitching, while each sucking on your sensitive nipples.
You're fucked open, spit-slick, already feeling too full even though they're just getting started. You're getting dizzy from the multiple sensations.
"Open your eyes," Mystery growls, tapping your cheek twice with his palm.
Baby looked at you with sharp eyes glinting with lust. "Watch so you never forget who you belong to."
You forced your eyes open, watching their movements, noting how their purple demon marks pulse every time they thrust, sharp fangs and rough hands leaving marks on your body. You bit your lip, fighting another string of moans from rolling off your tongue.
"Don't get quiet on us now, manager-nim," Abby pants, fucking harder. "They made you laugh, huh? Stared too long at something that is ours? Unacceptable."
Jinu rutted mindlessly, possessiveness fueling his thrusts at the memory of your interaction with their hoobaes. "Well? Scream. You had no problem making pretty noises for those amateurs."
You're barely conscious when they finally let go — Jinu and Abby fill you up, Mystery comes down your throat, Baby and Romance jack themselves off over your face and chest.
You're a shaking mess. Tears drying on your cheeks, thighs sticky, mouth sore, your body leaking with their release. Your eyelids feel heavy, your head lolling to the side.
"Don't you dare pass out." You opened your eyes. Their bright yellow eyes with cat-like slits are now on full display, purple marks glowing brighter than before. "Who said we're done?"
The longer you are a demon the easier it is to only feel negative emotions or, worse, no emotions at all.
But there’s a legend, a whispered story of hope amongst demons, about finding a soulmate. They’re not once in a lifetime, as in if you miss them they never come back. No, many souls are old. They’ve seen multiple lifetimes. The older the soul, the more powerful they are up until a point- there comes a time when a soul reaches its epitome and moves on after their death, their final experience.
You find a soul like that, who’s also your soulmate, they say it can bring back your soul, your emotions.
Your desire to live.
But can it truly heal the curse of being controlled by Gwi-ma?
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For as long as you can remember, you've had vivid dreams.
When you've talked with your friends and family about the dreams they remember, they always recount stories that were borderline nonsensical. Apparently that's what dreams are supposed to be - they don't always make sense.
Your dreams feel like reality. They linger, too. You've always been able to recall your dreams with stark clarity.
Of course, you're sure that your collection of dream journals help with that.
You didn't have dreams every night, but you still had 3 journals full already. Recently, however, it did feel like you were dreaming more often than usual.
Like last night.
You were a maid for an emperor. As the 3rd daughter of an impoverished family, you'd been given away once you were old enough to work as they couldn't afford to provide for you. You'd made friends with some of the maids and despite the emperor's harsh temper, you kept your head down and made sure to do your job.
There were other servants in the palace besides the maids. You didn't see the groundskeepers much, but you often interacted with the kitchen staff and occasionally with some of the other servants.
Most of them you didn't speak with, you were simply friendly because you were all in the same boat.
There was one, however, that caught your attention.
He was one of the servants who seemed to work in the eastern half of the palace. You saw him most often in the mornings when you were preparing the emperor's bath. His hair was a light silver, almost purple in tone. It was long and silky, but always pulled up out of his face so he could work.
The two of you exchanged pleasantries at best, until one day you noticed his hair was chopped off.
You stopped mid-stride and stared for a moment. “What happened to your hair?”
The man paused where he was polishing the stone flooring, glancing up once before looking back down. “His Highness said it was distracting.”
Your heart clenched. You gripped the edge of your skirt, frowning slightly. You knew you couldn’t speak out against the emperor, but you couldn’t help it when you whispered, “I’m sorry.”
You heard him sigh softly. “It’s what his Highness wanted,” he said, as if he was trying to convince himself.
“For what it’s worth, I think you still look very nice,” you said without thinking, then blushed at how the words sounded.
Not that you were lying.
The man laughed a little, finally looking up at you with a small smile. “Thank you.”
The two of you started talking more often after that, more than just exchanging pleasantries. You learned that he had been a servant since he was a young boy. He started outside working in the gardens but was moved indoors a few years ago when they became short staffed.
You learned about his family and you told him about yours in return.
After talking with him for over a week, you finally decided to ask his name.
Most of the staff of the emperor had an understanding that you didn’t get close to the servants that weren’t within your group. The emperor wanted to be the highest focus, so blossoming friendships were seen as competition.
But you had to know.
“You don’t have to share, but I’d love to know what to call you,” you said softly as you worked beside him one morning.
The air was quiet for a moment save for the sound of him polishing the stones. Just as you thought he wasn’t going to answer and you turned to leave, he spoke up.
“My name is-”
“Ugh!” You groaned as you stared at your dream journal, which was splayed open in front of you. Your pen tapped rapidly against the wood of your desk as you tried to recall his name.
What was his name??
Your dreams usually concluded nicely, but this one seemed to just stop in the middle. You felt like the name was there. It was on the tip of your tongue but it wasn't coming through.
“Dude, how are you up this early?” Your roommate, Ari, groaned as she slunk into the kitchen and fumbled with the coffee maker. She still had on some of her makeup from the concert last night, though it was smudged from sleep.
You shrugged. “I don't know, I just kinda am.”
“Did you sleep at all? I was up for hours thinking about that entrance,” she said, slowly perking up as the smell of coffee filled the room. “The way they dive bombed the stage? The backlighting from the smoke? That was so cool!”
You grinned. “Yeah it was awesome, I'm glad we got seats.”
“Last show of their world tour, wouldn't have missed it for the world.” Ari grabbed her favorite purple mug, pouring herself a cup the second the coffee maker beeped. She started humming “How It's Done” to herself as she held the warm mug close to her face.
“I'm just glad we have a couple days to recover before going back to work,” you sighed, staring back at your notebook, willing the remainder of the dream to come to you.
Why were you so hung up on knowing his name?
“Well,” Ari said around a yawn, “I need to run some errands today. You down to join?”
You nodded, closing your notebook. Maybe some air would help jog your memory. “Yeah I'm down. You wanna head out soon?”
Ari waved you off as she sipped more of her coffee. “No rush, maybe in like 30 mins we can go?”
“Sounds good to me.”
The errands turned out to be going to the mall for some clothes shopping and swinging by the convenience store after for a few essentials.
The mall was a little more crowded than usual, but it was a weekend, so you weren’t exactly surprised. Ari knew exactly where she wanted to go, so it made it easy to maneuver through the crowds. As you two went along, she was humming along to the new Huntr/x release, which you’d both listened to on your walk here.
“We’re goin’ up, up, up, it’s our moment-” Ari sang as she made a sharp right into your favorite clothing store.
“Okay, I just need a few new shirts, and a jacket,” Ari said, turning to face you. “Do you need anything?”
“Honestly my shorts collection is running a bit thin,” you admitted.
“Great! Wanna meet up at the dressing rooms then?”
You nodded and the two of you split off to find your own things.
As you make your way towards the pants section, softly humming “Golden” to yourself, you overhear some people nearby.
“Is this really what we need to wear?”
“I think the sweater looks nice.”
Something about the voices caught your attention. You glanced over to your left and spotted a group of boys who were sifting through the clothing racks. The ones who’d just spoken were clearly the long, pink haired boy and the pouty-looking blue haired one. The pink-haired one was holding a sweater up to his body while the blue-haired one was rolling his eyes.
“Ah come on Baby, it’s not that bad.” The man with the broad shoulders piped up, stepping closer to the two.
You didn’t mean to stare, truly, but you felt almost drawn to them. It wasn’t until the blue-haired one, Baby, looked up and met your gaze that you realized you were still just standing, in the middle of the aisle, practically gawking at them.
You flushed and quickly turned away, back on your path to try on some shorts.
They were just boys. Cute boys, yes, but that wasn't an excuse to just stare at them all day. Besides, you didn't want to make Ari wait on you.
By the time you reached the right section, you managed to refocus your thoughts. It took a while to find a few pairs that fit your vibe and size, but once you did you made your way over to the dressing room.
The men and women's dressing rooms were right next to each other, just in separate hallways. You glanced around, not seeing Ari yet, and decided to sit on one of the benches nearby.
You pulled out your phone, setting your chosen shorts across your lap as you checked your notifications. You didn't have any texts from Ari, but you weren't worried yet.
Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed people milling about. You didn't pay them much mind, however, so you didn't notice the man approach you until he cleared his throat.
You jumped slightly, looking up to meet the brown eyes of a handsome man. He chuckled softly. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you. I just wanted to ask if I could sit here?”
His black bangs framed his face well as he smiled down at you. You didn't normally get flustered this easily, but you felt the blush creeping up anyways.
“Go ahead, I don't mind,” you answered, scooting over slightly to make sure he had room to sit.
“Thank you,” he said as he sat down smoothly. The way he moved was so graceful. “I'm Jinu by the way.”
“Y/N,” you offered in return.
“You waiting on somebody, too?” He asked.
You nodded. “Yeah my friend, Ari, and I came here together. We needed different stuff so we just agreed to meet-up at the dressing rooms.”
Jinu nodded, tilting his head back to gesture towards the men's dressing rooms. “I'm with some friends, too. They're just a bit pickier with their looks.”
You laughed. “Happens to the best of us. Sometimes the selections just aren't selecting.”
Jinu laughed, too. “Yeah that's true.”
“Y/N!”
You looked over and saw Ari wave at you. You smiled and waved back before turning to Jinu. “That's my cue. It was nice meeting you.”
Your heart tugged at the thought of leaving. You swore you saw a look of panic cross Jinu's face, but it was gone so fast you weren't certain.
“Do you have an Instagram?” He said as you stood up.
You nodded, feeling the heat return to your cheeks as you opened your phone. “Uh, yeah I do. It's @ y/n.forreal.”
Jinu typed into his phone and you quickly got a new follow notification from @ jinusaja. “I got it,” you told him.
Jinu smiled. “Well have fun, it was nice meeting you, too.”
You waved goodbye and scurried over to Ari who was now looking at you mischievously.
“Who was that cutie?” She teased, nudging you with her elbow.
“His name was Jinu. We were just talking,” you said, trying to play it cool.
“Don't act like I didn't see him stop you and get out his phone.” Ari laughed. “Did you get his number?”
“He followed me on Insta.”
Ari gave a dramatic, “Ooooh,” at that. You laughed and playfully shoved her before the two of you finally slipped into the dressing rooms to try on your clothes. After some back and forth, you both were happy with the clothing pieces you chose and headed to the check out.
“And now we just need to go to the corner store,” Ari said cheerfully as you both adjusted your shopping bags on your arms.
The two of you walked out of the mall, chatting about your plans for the week, when you felt your phone buzz. You shifted your bag onto your other arm so you could easily fish your phone out.
It was a DM notification.
From Jinu.
“Sorry about the follow spam. My friends got nosy.”
You checked your other Instagram notifications and realized that you had, indeed, been followed by four other people. They all had “saja” in their usernames, too. You clicked on @ babysaja out of curiosity, and your eyes widened in shock when you recognized the face staring back at you.
It was one of the boys you’d been staring at in the store.
You swiped back to your DMs and quickly typed out a reply. “Tell your friends I’m sorry for staring at them earlier.”
Jinu reacted to your message with a laughing emoji. “Baby mentioned that he saw you in the store today. I’m sure they didn’t mind.”
Before you could type out a reply, Jinu sent another message. “If you wanna ‘make it up’ to them, though, you could come to our show tomorrow~”
“Oh yeah? What kind of show?”
“I guess you could call us an aspiring boy band. I know, a bit cheesy, but we’re putting on our first show tomorrow downtown.” Jinu texted back. “It’s totally free.”
He sent a picture of a flyer that detailed the date, time, and location.
You glanced at Ari, still holding your phone. “Wanna go see a free show tomorrow?”
She glanced down at your phone and then back up at you, smirking. “Is that Jinu.”
You spluttered. “Yes, it is. Apparently he’s in an ‘aspiring boy band.’”
“Well, that could be super cringe, or super hot - guess we'll just have to see their show!” Ari laughed. “What time?”
You showed her the flyer and she shrugged. “Sure, why not. I wanna get a better look at this guy anyways. And who knows, maybe you can set me up with one of his friends.” She teased, elbowing your side playfully.
Something in you twisted at that thought, though you weren’t sure why. Why wouldn’t you want your friend to shoot her shot? It’s not like you knew these guys.
You glanced back down at your phone and quickly typed out a reply. “Sure! I’ll bring my friend Ari, too.”
“The more the merrier :)”
Well, looks like you had plans tomorrow now, too.
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hellooooo! can i humbly request male!reader x Baby Saja with Baby being absolutely spoiled by his reader bf and showing off to other Saja Boys (they're so done with him )?
❝ SPOILED BABY ❞
PAIRING ➢ baby saja x male reader
SYNOPSIS ➢ You cannot help but spoil Baby: it is after all your duty as his boyfriend. And Baby cannot help but rub it in the other Saja Boys’ faces, much to their disgruntlement.
CONTENT WARNING ➢ fluff, Baby’s real name is Daeun (courtesy of @filijester), sorta pre-established relationship but not really, cursing, Baby is a handful alright, JInu’s a mom, the others are tired of your PDA (boo)
WORD COUNT ➢ 1.7 k
a/n: this is not as good as it could have been, I’m afraid, so I apologise about it being kinda naff. But uhhhhh I hope you enjoy it anyway!
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Baby was a difficult man to read.
At first glance, he seemed to be this sweet-looking guy, caring and affectionate, and someone who couldn’t hurt a fly.
Then you actually spoke to him and he turned out to be this sarcastic, smug, and sometimes arrogant guy. It wasn’t difficult to dislike the real him.
But then you actually got to know him, and he turned out to be sweeter than he let on.
He remembered things about you that not even you remembered mentioning to him, and he indulged in your every request. It wasn’t difficult to develop feelings for him, then.
After you found out his whole demon ordeal, how long he had been alive and suffered under Gwi-ma’s rule, you couldn’t help but feel bad for him.
Baby didn’t want your pity, that he made very much clear. But the fact did make you more sympathetic to him and helped you understand him better: when he acted out, why he avoided some topics, and how to comfort him in a way that wouldn’t pity him.
Eventually, you had him figured out, and when you did he showed you a side of himself he didn’t let many others see.
You brought him flowers when he felt down, and depending on his mood he was either happy for the pop of colour in his room or he was happy to throw them on the floor and stomp on them to take out his frustrations. Either way, he felt better after and you didn’t take it to heart when he did the latter thing.
You also opted to come with food—any food, be it snacks, drinks, or a whole takeout order—whenever you visited him. You just loved the way his face lit up when he greeted you at the door and whatever you had brought that day.
Some would say you were spoiling him, or that you were Pavlov-ing him. (Which, now that you think about it, perhaps you were.)
But honestly, you just thought he deserved the world. And to him, you were the world.
He felt spoiled just to have you in his arms.
You could hear Baby’s mutters beneath you as his limbs tightened around you. He loved to have you lay on top of him. Whether it was a sensory thing, that he liked being squished beneath your weight, or just that he liked the feeling of holding in his arms, you weren’t sure. But you didn’t complain, unlike him. He let out another low mutter, too intelligible for you to be able to discern anything from it.
“Stop whinging,” you chastised him.
“I am not whinging.” He sounded utterly affronted.
You didn’t let his act put you off. “Yes, you are.”
He scoffed, looking away from your gaze before letting out a few low words, quiet and almost reluctant to utter them. “I want you closer to me.”
“Daeun, you know I adore you, but I can’t get closer than this.” It was the truth. You were laying on him, and there wasn’t much else that you could do other than open up your skin and let him crawl inside you. Maybe that would please the demon in him, though.
“Try,” was his only reply, stubborn as ever.
You chuckled out a, “Fine,” and lifted his shirt to allow your arms to snake around his waist, only this time it was skin-to-skin. You felt his skin heat up where your touch followed, and the faint markings pulsed to life beneath your fingers. You could barely deny him anything, annoying as he could be at times.
Then you made the mistake of looking up at the clock on the wall and saw that it was well past when you needed to leave.
“Oh, fuck, Daeun, I’m sorry but I have to go,” you said.
Your hands returned to the sofa as you lifted yourself up on your elbows, hovering above him. Baby let out a whine before he could stop himself, and then pressed his lips together in silent fury, as if punishing himself for letting it escape.
“No,” came his reply.
You sighed, already knowing where this was headed. “I had to be somewhere, like, ten minutes ago.”
“No.”
“Now you’re actually behaving like a baby,” you said, glaring at him.
Baby’s gaze darkened as his arms immediately let you go and fell limp by his sides. “Fine, go. Leave me,” he said, suddenly looking to be the image of coldness.
You settled him with another glare, but it couldn’t stay serious when he met your gaze with those sad puppy eyes of his. You sighed, leaning down to place a kiss against his forehead, before pulling away and standing up.
“I’ll be back before you know it,” you called over your shoulder.
“I’m holding you to that,” came his reply. You glanced back to see him sitting up now, his chin resting on the back of the sofa, watching you walk away. The sight made you smile and you pressed a quick kiss to his lips, enjoying the way he melted into it, seeming to forget the cold shoulder he was giving you.
It was difficult to deny him anything, not that you really wanted to, but you had other obligations as well. He said you were prioritising other things above him, but he knew that he was actually spoiled with your presence and that you prioritised him above everything else.
You were always with him at other times, even when the other Saja Boys were less than appreciative over the fact.
“Please, guys, this is a shared space,” groaned Abby, walking into you and Baby laying intertwined on the sofa, cuddling as if it was the last you would see of each other.
Baby made a face at him. “Yeah, and we’re sharing it. Scram.”
“We live here too!” Romance complained, also groaning at the sight.
“Then stop complaining,” Baby countered, refusing to be deterred by their protests. He leant closer to you to press a kiss against your lips, one that summoned the butterflies in your stomach and had you tasting the tips of his sharp canines.
“Ugh, gross,” Abby complained. Suddenly a pillow was thrown in your direction, landing a foot away from your head. You turned to give him an unimpressed glare.
“At least I have a boyfriend,” Baby mocked. “Can’t say the same about you losers.”
You could hear the smug tone in his voice and could almost imagine he had his signature smug expression plastered on his face. Then, his words registered in your brain and you pulled closer to whisper in his ear so that the others wouldn’t hear.
“I like hearing that word,” you said.
“What, loser?” he asked, his breath fanning across your cheek.
You snorted. “No, stupid. Boyfriend.”
The two of you hadn’t labelled anything yet, not feeling the need to. You enjoyed each other’s company, simple as that. However you acted so much like boyfriends that the others had just assumed and started referring to you as such, which Baby had apparently picked up on as well. He blinked, only now realising what he had said. Then he pulled away to look you properly in the eye.
“Well, yeah, you are?” He said it with an easy smile, but the shake in his voice gave him away. You thought he was actually nervous and the thought warmed you inside.
A smile made its way onto your lips. “Yeah, I am,” you reassured him, kissing him again.
It didn’t stop at that.
Not only did you give him your presence in abundance, and without question, but you gave him anything else he wanted.
When the Boys would have a movie night, you were, of course, invited, settled right next to Baby, cuddled next to him.
“Hey, love, could you—”
“On it.” You jumped out of your seat next to him and went to the kitchen to grab the snacks Baby was inevitably about to ask for. It wasn’t hard to predict what he wanted when he always asked for the same thing. You didn’t mind standing up and getting it for him, just seeing that genuine smile on his face was more than enough to make it worth it.
Despite the cold exterior he exuded, Baby could be very expressive and something when he had let you in. Which, now that he had, you never wanted to be on the outside again. The other boys were not as supportive, though.
“Don’t encourage him,” Jinu had said, sighing when he saw the smile on Baby’s face. Despite it being a rare occurrence outside of official Saja Boys business, he knew what could come from indulging too much into a demon’s desires. “You’re only spoiling him.”
“He deserves to be spoiled,” you countered, handing Baby his snacks and was met with that smile you cherished so much.
“Please,” Abby scoffed. “If anything he deserves to have his ego knocked down a peg or two.”
“I agree,” Mystery chimed in. Baby bared his teeth suddenly and hissed at him, to which Mystery hissed back in reply. You sat down to him and threw an arm around his figure, cuddling him closer.
“Now he’s just showing off.” Abby’s hand shot out in accusation, his brows furrowed at Jinu. Jinu just sighed, rubbing a hand across his face.
“I’m not showing off, I’m just existing here with my boyfriend,” countered Baby. He scowled at all of them, but tried not to let their words get under his skin. So, he said, “If that is showing off to you, then that sounds like a you problem.”
You heard multiple sounds of indignation being expressed by the boys, but you ignored them in favour of settling your head on Baby’s. You didn’t mind him bragging about you to the others—if anything, it made you feel good. It showed that you mattered to him. You weren’t some late-night tryst or a secret to be had behind closed doors, but someone that Baby trusted and could be in public with.
You kissed the top of his head and felt him relax himself even closer to your body. The tips of your lips lifted at the movement, and at that moment, you felt like the spoiled one to have Baby in your arms rather than the other way around.
hii, i saw the event , can u maybee write yandere baby saja x gn reader ? with whatever plot u want lol
Mind games
⋆𐙚ˑ ֗ ˖⋆ characters: Yandere!Babysaja x Gn!reader
⚘( ၴႅၴ plot: Baby loves control. He loves mind games, and worst of all he knows you love him. You just are too afraid to say it now.
͙͘͡★ warnings: Dark!Yandere, Baby hurting the reader, demon claws, reader is kidnapped, delulu baby!, sadist!baby, this is sfw but still DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT.
˖ ࣪✩₊ Ash talks: truly have no idea where the hell this came from. I took a break, went to write this with no idea on what to do and dark yandere baby came after me. Hope you like it<3333333
“Don’t try and deny it,” you hated his voice. You hated everything that drew you in for the first time.
If you knew that being a good person- That loving the wrong person would bring you to places worse than hell? You would have never gotten close to him, never listened to his music.
He revealed himself, his demon side and you told him you loved him— that you saw the parts that deserved to be forgiven. You kissed his patterns, you held him without any selfishness, you listened to his doubts, his fears. For the first time, he mattered to someone.
“You love me.”
Now those twisted golden eyes become something you feared, his purple tinted skin, his sharp teeth and claws that had destroyed the house you were stuck in. He was a monster. More than a demon, no longer driven by eating souls or sins.
He was driven by you. Every breath. Every word you spoke, whether it be yelling or screaming in pain. He lived for it. 
One moment he’s in the doorframe, the next he’s gripping your arm with his claws, only digging in a little. Not like before. He’s toying with you, he likes you knowing it could get worse.
“Look at me.” He demanded with his other hand coming to grab your chin as you try and force yourself away.
You sob. One crack in your voice makes the tears come again, you knew he didn’t care for tears- sometimes he ate them up. You missed the sun. The birds outside your window when you stayed up too late, you missed going to that shitty job.
“Shh, it’s alright,” his fake voice made you sick as he wiped away the tears, “Just say it, say the words and I’ll stop. All the pain with stop- Just say the damn words.” His claws push in your skin the deeper and rougher his tone gets.
You just want the pain to stop. You want to be free. Freedom from him, the pain, the shouting and mind games he plays. And yet, the only option you had was to play his game. Give in to him.
You take a deep breath and finally lean into his touch, “I love you.”
Hello to anyone reading this! As the title says, I’ll be writing a continuation of the original fic by @sajakissed, with their permission, of course. You should check her account if you haven't done it. She post everyday about Saja Boys and I love them all.
Especially how she wrote about Baby Saja.
Anyway, just a heads up: the original fic is poly Saja boys, but for this sequel, I’ll be writing them separately so I can highlight each boy’s unique charm. ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
Also, I'll be using this picture from Pinterest as a reference for the plushie.
The picture is not mine, I found this on Pinterest, with the account name: Amber
Mystery
When the Saja boys got back at night, Mystery cornered you in the hallway.
"W-what's wrong, Myst?" You ask, despite already knowing the answer.
"Where. Is. It." He growled, It doesn't sound like he's asking.
"You're gonna have to be more specific-" You start, but he grips your cheeks with one hand as he forces you to face him.
Uh oh, he's mad.
"Where's mine? Or did you only make it for those hunters?" He growled as I could see his eyes starting to turn golden through his bangs and his marks appearing on his arms.
"Wait wait wait wait, I didn't know you were gonna be there, I swear, I didn't know you planned to crash the event-" You try to explain. He just stares at you.
"Uhm, just give me some time, I promise your plushie will be done by tomorrow-" You try to bargain for time, but he cuts you off as he lean closer to you.
"The fact that you made plushies for those hunters first pissed me off," he whispers. The low rasp of his voice sends a shiver down your spine.
Your face burns red instantly. "Myst- you're too close-"
"Make. It. Now." he demands, cutting me off, his tone final, absolute. "I want to see the progress."
You swallow hard, nodding because saying no feels impossible under his intense gaze. Before you realize it, he pulls you onto his bed, his long legs bracketing yours, his presence pressing in around you. Your hands tremble slightly as you pick up the needle again, trying to focus on the plushie.
Mystery settles behind you, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder and his arms wrapping snugly around your waist. The warmth of his body and the closeness of his breath against your neck make it impossible to ignore him. Every time you slip the needle through the fabric, you can feel his steady breathing against your skin, as though he’s counting each stitch with you.
Minutes stretch into what feels like hours. You’re hyper aware of his heartbeat, of the way his thumb strokes absent-minded circles over your hip, of how utterly trapped you are-and yet, not entirely unwilling.
Finally, the last stitch slides into place. You exhale shakily, lifting the finished plushie in your hands. “Here… it’s done.”
He takes it carefully, like it’s something fragile, and examines it with a seriousness that makes your stomach twist. His silence drags on until you blurt out nervously, “It’s not as good as your merch, but I did my best-"
You stop short when you feel him nuzzle into your neck, warm breath ghosting over your skin as he sets the plushie down beside you. “It’s perfect, love,” he murmurs, his voice low and certain. “I’m gonna take it everywhere with me.”
You flush red, stammering, “Y-you’re kidding…”
But he wasn’t.
The next morning, he walked out with the plushie tucked under his arm like it belonged there. The fans noticed immediately-by the end of the week, they’d named it Mystery Jr. and flooded the fan café with edits and jokes.
During tour, the rest of the Saja boys spammed your phone with proof: Mystery napping on the plane with the plushie clutched to his chest, Mystery sitting in rehearsal with it propped on his lap, even Mystery refusing to let the stylists move it from the makeup chair.
It became a whole thing. The pride adored it, the members teased him mercilessly, and Mystery? He just smirked and said, “They’re just jealous. Mine’s one of a kind.”
Baby
After you managed to escape, your phone kept buzzing from the group chat, especially Baby, who kept calling you, but you never answered it.
Though the last message from him sent shivers down your spine.
You wait at a cafe for a few hours before going home, only to find baby sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone as he waits for you.
"So uh, Baby, about the plushie... you're not mad anymore...right?" You ask, nervous.
Without saying anything, he motioned you over. You didn’t think twice until you were suddenly pulled into his lap. His grin was soft, but something in his gaze made your stomach knot.
“Do I look upset, sweetheart?” he asked, voice sugar-sweet.
“Y-yeah… you do,” you admitted under your breath.
He chuckled low in his throat, pulling you tighter against him until escape felt impossible. His grip on your chin was firm, forcing your eyes to meet his.
“You’re wrong, sweetheart,” he whispered, the softness in his voice at odds with the sharpness in his stare. “I’m not upset. Just… disappointed. You made something for them instead of me?” His pout twisted into a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Tell me you don’t like those Huntr/x more than me. Go on. Say it.”
You froze, his fingers still gripping your chin. “I-It’s not like that-” you tried, but he pressed a finger to your lips.
He leaned closer, brushing his nose against yours like a mock-affectionate gesture. “Here’s what you’ll do,” he murmured. “You’ll make me one. Better than theirs. Prettier. Perfect. And you’ll do it while I’m right here, watching every move of those pretty little hands.”
Your throat tightened. “I-I’m not… that good,” you muttered, trying to look away, but his hand on your chin kept you locked in place. “I don’t think I can make one better than that…”
Baby’s smile widened, though it didn’t reach his eyes. He tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Oh? So you can give your best for them, but not for me?” His tone was light, sing-song, but there was no mistaking the edge buried underneath.
He let out a low chuckle, pulling you impossibly closer until your body pressed against his. “Sweetheart, I don’t care if it’s messy. I don’t care if it’s ugly. You’ll make it for me. You’ll sit there, right in front of me, and put your heart into every stitch… because it’s mine.”
Your lips trembled as you whispered, “…O-okay. I’ll make you one.”
He smirked. “That’s my good darling. I already bought everything you’ll need.” He set a basket in your lap, filled with fabrics, threads, and needles.
Reluctantly, you sat beside him and began to work. His eyes never left you-watchful, amused, unblinking.
Time slipped by in uneasy silence until finally, the plushie was done.
He took the plushie from your hands. For a long moment, he didn’t say anything-just studied it in silence, running his fingers over the seams.
Then he let out a soft laugh, almost shy, and hugged it tight against his chest. “You really… made this for me?” he murmured, his voice quieter than you’d ever heard it.
When he looked back at you, his grin was still there, but softer, less mocking. “Thank you, darling. Really. I’ll treasure it.”
He pulled you into his arms, still holding the plushie close. His chin rested against your shoulder, his tone dropping into a gentle murmur. “You have no idea how happy this makes me.”
"I love you," He murmur.
"I love you too," You whisper back.
Jinu
“Darling, stop hiding behind Derpy,” Jinu’s voice cut through the hallway, steady and calm.
You pressed yourself deeper into the blue tiger’s soft side, your hands fisting into its fur. “No way,” you huffed, “You’re still mad about that plushie issue at Huntr/x’s fansign. I just know it.”
Derpy blinked at you, unbothered, while Sussie cawed from her perch on his head. And then, with all the loyalty of a soap bubble, Derpy rose to his feet and padded away, tail swaying, carrying Sussie with him.
“…Traitors,” you muttered under your breath, left standing bare in the hallway.
Jinu hadn’t moved. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, gaze fixed on you. He wasn’t frowning, but the quiet seriousness in his eyes made your skin prickle. He didn’t need to shout or pout like the others; his silence was enough to pin you in place.
You fidgeted under his gaze. “What?” you tried, forcing a weak smile. “You’re not actually mad, are you?”
For a moment, he didn’t answer. The seconds stretched, and the weight of his silence pressed heavier than any scolding could. When he finally spoke, his voice was low, measured.
“Do you know how it felt,” he began, “watching you put so much time, so much care into something… and realizing it wasn’t for me?”
Your breath caught. He hadn’t raised his voice, not once, but guilt still crashed over you like a wave.
“Jinu, I-” You swallowed, your excuses tangling on your tongue. “I didn’t mean it like that. I didn’t even know you guys were going to show up. I swear, if I had-”
“I believe you,” he said quietly. “I do. But it doesn’t change the fact that it hurt.”
Your chest tightened, stung worse than if he’d shouted.
He stepped closer, his footsteps slow, his presence calm but firm. When he stopped in front of you, his expression had softened, but the weight hadn’t gone. He reached down, brushing his fingers against yours-a fleeting touch, careful and steady, as though asking permission.
“I don’t want to force you,” he murmured, his tone gentler now. “But, darling… will you make one for me too?” His voice dipped, steady but quiet, a trace of vulnerability hidden beneath his composure.
Your throat bobbed as you stared at him. His eyes didn’t hold anger, but they carried a quiet ache that pierced deeper than fury ever could.
“…Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll make you one.”
Jinu’s lips curved into the faintest smile, warm but restrained, “Thank you,” he murmured. He gently guided you toward the couch, pulling a small box closer. “I’ve kept some fabric and thread, just in case.”
You sat down, taking the materials into your lap. The air between you was still heavy, but not in a way that pressed you down-it was weighty with unspoken words, his gaze following every motion as you threaded the needle with slightly trembling fingers.
The first stitches were slow, careful. You could feel Jinu’s eyes on you, his presence was… steady. Watching, yes, but not demanding. Just there.
Minutes passed in quiet concentration, the only sounds the faint pull of thread and the steady rhythm of both your breathing. You were just beginning to find your flow when you felt a gentle shift beside you.
Jinu leaned closer, so close you could feel the warmth radiating from him. Then, with a soft sigh, he rested his head against your shoulder.
You froze, needle poised midair. “Jinu-”
“Don’t stop,” he said quietly, his voice low, almost drowsy. His hand brushed over yours briefly before settling on your knee. “Just… keep going. I like watching you like this.”
Your face heating as you tried to refocus on the fabric. His weight on your shoulder was comforting, grounding, but it made your hands tremble even more as you stitched. Every few minutes, his breath would tickle your skin, a reminder of how close he was.
Time blurred until the final stitch slid through. You held the finished plushie up with a shaky smile. “There… it’s done.”
Jinu lifted his head slowly, his eyes softening at the sight. He took the plushie from your hands with care, his fingers brushing yours. For a long moment, he just looked at it, then back at you.
“It’s perfect,” he said simply. No teasing, just quiet, genuine gratitude. He placed the plushie against his chest and leaned forward until he kiss your forehead. “Thank you, darling. I’ll keep this with me always.”
Romance
“Darling…” Romance’s voice was velvet when he entered the room, so quiet you almost missed the strain underneath. He approached with a smile, the same soft curve of lips that usually made you melt, but tonight it didn’t reach his eyes.
Your pulse jumped. “…Romance-”
He reached you in three long strides, fingers brushing your wrist as it made you shiver. “You’ve wounded me,” he whispered, pressing a kiss against your temple. “And you don’t even realize it, do you?”
You froze. “I- what do you mean-”
He pulled back just enough to meet your eyes, his expression heartbreakingly gentle. His thumb brushed your cheek, his touch reverent, but his grip on your chin left no room for escape. “Those hunters,” he murmured. “You sewed them something you made. Something you create with these small hands.” His voice softened even further, almost mournful. “And me? Your Romance? I was left with nothing."
Your lips parted, but no words came. He looked at you like you’d betrayed him in the deepest way, and your stomach twisted.
“I didn’t mean it like that, I swear. I didn’t even know you guys were going to-”
“Shh.” His lips brushed over yours in the gentlest ghost of a kiss, cutting off your defense. “Don’t break my heart further with excuses.”
He pulled you into his chest, holding you tight enough that it made your breath stutter. His smile returned as he buried his face in your hair, “Mend me, darling,” he whispered against your skin. “With your hands. With something only I can keep.”
The sweetness of his tone was suffocating. His arms never loosened around your waist. “You’ll make me one, won’t you?” His question wasn’t really a question- it wasn't a plea, it sounded like a command. His dark eyes glittered as he pressed another kiss to your knuckles. “Say yes, and I’ll forgive you.”
Your throat tightened, guilt pressing like a stone in your chest. “…O-okay. I’ll make you one.”
Romance’s smile bloomed instantly, radiant and soft, but there was a glimmer in his eyes that told you this was exactly what he wanted to hear. “That’s my darling,” he whispered, brushing a kiss across your cheek as if sealing the promise. “You always know how to save me.”
He led you to the couch, guiding you down with a hand at your back. Before you could gather your thoughts, he was already pulling a small basket from under the table - fabric, thread, even a set of needles, all neatly prepared. “I was hoping you’d say yes,” he admitted, his voice low and warm.
You took the needle with trembling hands, your breath uneven as you threaded it. His presence was constant beside you, clingy, heavy with devotion.
As you set the first stitch, Romance slid closer until his thigh pressed against yours. “Look at you,” he murmured, his lips brushing your hair. “So talented… so precious. Every motion of your hands is a miracle.”
You ducked your head, trying to focus. “Romance, please- I need to concentrate-”
“Then concentrate with me here.” His arms snaked around your waist, pulling you against him. His chin came to rest on your shoulder, his breath warm against your neck. “I want to watch. I want to feel you while you create something that belongs to me.”
Your stitches wavered as his lips traced a feather-light kiss over the line of your jaw.
Time blurred under his constant whispers, his hand gently stroking your side, his kisses landing like petals on your skin. By the time the last stitch closed, you were trembling - from focus, from nerves, from his suffocating sweetness.
You held the plushie out with a shaky smile. “Here… it’s done.”
Romance’s eyes lit up, as if you’d handed him your heart itself. He cradled the doll with both hands, then pressed it to his chest like he could merge it with himself. “Darling… it’s perfect.”
Before you could react, he cupped your face and kissed you deeply, reverently, his voice breaking against your lips. “Thank you. Now I’ll never be without you, even when you’re far away.”
Note: I'm not that knowledgable about Romance, so his personality in this story is inspired by this post, also made by @sajakissed
Abby
You nearly jumped when a shadow loomed over you. Abby’s voice followed, half-pout, half-laugh.
“So let me get this straight… Huntr/x gets your cute handmade plushies, and me? Your boyfriend? Nada?”
You spun around, eyes wide. “Abby, it wasn’t-”
He was already crouching a little to meet your gaze, his broad frame blocking the hallway. His grin was wide, but there was a flicker of hurt in his eyes. “C’mon, you’re telling me you had time to stitch those hunters little dolls, but you couldn’t make one for me?”
You fumbled. “I didn’t know you were going to be there-”
Abby let out a dramatic groan, dropping his head onto your shoulder with exaggerated weight. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own partner. I could cry.” He sniffled loudly for effect, but his arms were already wrapping tight around your waist, lifting you slightly off the ground in a crushing hug.
You squirmed, half laughing. “Abby! Put me down!”
“Not until you promise,” he said, squeezing tighter. His cheek was pressed to yours now, voice dropping into something softer. “Make me one too. Doesn’t have to be perfect. Doesn’t even have to look good. I just… want one that’s mine.”
The seriousness in his tone made your heart skip.
You pulled back enough to meet his eyes. “…Really?”
Abby smiled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. I want to carry it around. Show it off. Brag that my partner made it just for me.” Then, with a grin, he flexed his arms again like a showoff. “And don’t tell me you can’t sew muscles big enough to match these.”
You burst out laughing, swatting at his chest. “Fine, fine, I’ll make you one.”
Abby’s whole face lit up. He lifted you effortlessly, spinning you once before kissing your cheek. “That’s my baby!”
You’d just started threading the needle when Abby flopped down beside you on the couch, his weight making the cushions dip until you nearly tipped into his side.
“Careful,” you muttered, nudging him.
“I am careful,” Abby said proudly, already throwing one massive arm across the backrest behind you. “See? Not even touching you, yet.” His grin widened when you rolled your eyes.
You focused on the first stitch, trying to ignore the warmth of him so close. That lasted all of thirty seconds before his head tipped down onto your shoulder.
“…Abby.”
“Mhm?” His voice rumbled against your arm.
“You’re heavy.”
“You like it,” he teased, nuzzling your shoulder. “Besides, I gotta supervise. Quality control, you know? Make sure my plushie’s as handsome as me.”
You snorted, nearly pricking your finger. “I can’t sew if you keep making me laugh!”
Abby gasped in mock offense. “Laughing while working makes it go faster! Here, let me help.” He reached for the needle.
“Absolutely not,” you yelped, swatting his hand away before disaster struck.
“Fine, fine,” he chuckled, holding his hands up in surrender. A beat passed, then he leaned closer, whispering, “But if you need someone to test-hug it, I’m your guy.”
You tried to stay focused, but every few minutes he’d drop another line, “Don’t forget the biceps,” “You should give it my dimples,” “Bet those hunters’ plushies don’t get this much love poured in” until you were laughing so hard your stitches went crooked.
When you finally tied off the last thread and held the plushie up, Abby’s eyes went wide. He took it gently in his huge hands, like it was something precious.
“…Babe,” he whispered. “It’s perfect.”
Then he crushed both you and the doll into a rib-cracking bear hug, laughing against your neck. “Best. Partner. Ever.”
By the end of the week, he’d been spotted with it everywhere: in the van, at soundcheck, during breaks. Fans caught him on livestream propping Abby Junior up on the table beside him like a co-host. At one point, he even strapped the plushie into a spare seatbelt on the plane.
The fandom exploded instantly. #AbbyJunior trended worldwide within hours, edits and memes flooding your feed. Comments ranged from “He’s the cutest dad ever omg” to “Protect Abby Junior at all costs!!”
You buried your face in your hands, groaning. You should’ve known this would happen.
Still, when you peeked between your fingers and saw Abby’s big grin, dimples flashing as he proudly introduced “his son” to the cameras, your chest ached in the warmest way.
Finally doneee
It took so long cause of my uni classes (┳Д┳) , but I have fun writing this. I hope this makes sense to the original story since I did it seperate, not Poly. (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
Also English is not my first language so please comment if there's any typo, thank you.
I hope you like this story, thank you for reading this ヾ(＾ ∇ ＾).
Summary ; When You Ask Them The Known Question "Do You Think We'll Be Together In Every Universe?"
Jinu :
"Do You Think We'll Meet And Be Together In Every Universe? "
Jinu Stopped What He Was Doing, The Hand That Held A Pen Was Now Left Hovering Over His Notebook For A Moment As He Registered The Question In His Head.
"What Are You Talking About Dear? "
His Voice Held Amusement As He Glanced On Over To You, A Brow Raised. Sometimes He Wondered What Went On In That Pretty Little Head Of Yours To Ask Such Random And Silly Questions.
"I Mean.. " You Gave A Loose Shrug With A Sheepish Grin On Your Lips, Shifting The Weight Off One Foot Onto The Other, You Looked Like You Were Filled With Endless Energy. Or, Endless Questions, It Was One Or The Other. "It's An Honest Question! "
Jinu Tilted His Head Slighty As A Small Grin Formed On His Lips "Is It? "
"Yes! " You Spoke So Confidently That He Almost Felt Bad For Poking Fun At You, Key Word Being Almost.
"Do You Think We'd Meet And Be Together In Every Universe? " You Repeated The Question Once More, Hands Now Firmly Placed On Your Waist Like You Were About To Deliver Some Life Altering Scolding To Him If He Didn't Answer The Question, Maybe You Would.
As Amusing As That Sounded..He Didn't Want To Risk It.
"You Want To Know What I Think? "
You Eagerly Nodded Your Head, Perking Up Slightly, Excited At The Answer You'd Get.
"I Think.." Jinu Stood Up From Where He Was Sat, Taking Slow Deliberate Steps Towards You. "I Think," He Continued On "If We Were To Ever Find Ourselves In A Different Universe, Were Completely Different People, I Think We'll Be Drawn To Eachother All The Same."
"Like A Calling That'll Never Waver." His Grin Turned Into Something More Softer As He Placed A Gentle Hand On Your Shoulder Before Leaning Down Slightly To Kiss Your Temple, His Face Heating Up Ever So Slightly. "You Can't Get Rid Of Me Too Easily, Yeah? "
Abby :
"Do You Think We Know Eachother In Every Universe? "
"Of Course. "
His Response Came Almost Instantly, Too Quick Infact. Had He Always Known The Answer Or Did He Not Even Think About It? You Think It's The Latter, Abby Thinking About Something As Silly As Other Universes Seemed Unlikely In Your Mind.
Abby Himself Had Hardly Even Processed The Question, He Was In The Middle Of Prepping A Meal For The Two Of You, Although A Little Messily But It Was A Meal Nonetheless.
"Wait, " He Paused "What? What Did You Just Ask?"
A Small Smile Tugged On Your Lips As You Made Your Way On Over To Him, Lightly Bumping Your Shoulder Against His, That Smile Growing. "Are You Not Listening? "
Your Tone Was Teasing As You Let Out A Sigh, Your Hand Resting Above Where Your Heart Would Be. "Guess I'm Just Not That Important To You. "
Abby Rolled His Eye's With A Light Scoff "Enough With The Theatrics You Big Baby. " But The Smile On His Face Betrayed Any Act He May Have Tried To Put On. "I'm Just Confused On What Brought On Such A Question."
You Shrug, That Smile Of Yours Not Once Faltering. "I'm Just Curious, Is That So Bad? "
Abby Stared At You For A Few Moments, The Silence Dragging On Before Lightly Shaking His Head In Amusement, His Attention Returning To The Meals He Was Preparing Infront Of Him. "Your Such A Weirdo Sometimes."
"Yeah But I'm Your Weirdo!"
You Spoke In A Chipper Tone, Leaning Over To Gently Kiss His Jaw, Leaning All Your Weight On Him In Doing So, Lazily Throwing Your Arms Loosely Around His Shoulders And Neck.
"Yeah You Are." He Turned His Head, Lightly Kissing The Top Of Your Own.
Yeah He Had Answered The Question Quickly At First But His Answer Remained The Same. You'd Know Eachother In Every Universe, That He Was Confident Of.
Romance :
"Romeo!"
Your Voice Filled The Air, Breaking Whatever Silence Had Managed To Build Up While He Busied Himself.
"Can I Ask A Question ?"
"You Just Did, My Love." Romance Glanced Over With A Soft Smile Settling On His Face.
"That Doesn't Count!" You Swiftly Retorted With A Light Click Of Your Tongue "It's Important! No Joking About! "
Romance Rose A Brow For A Moment But Straightened Up When You Claimed It's Importance, He Let Out A Soft Sigh But His Focus Was Now Entirely On You. "Alright, What Is It, You Okay? "
"Do You Think We'd Know Eachother In Other Universes? "
Romance Owlishly Blinked, Once, Then Twice As He Stared At You, Your Words Ever So Slowly Registering In His Mind. It Was Like He Were Buffering, Like He Hadn't Processed Your Words.
"Other Universes? "
You Eagerly Nod Your Head, Rocking Back And Forth On Your Feet Slightly As You Smooth Out Some Wrinkles On Your Top. "Just Think About It! Us Being Together In Every Universe, Wouldn't That Be Exciting? I Wouldn't Mind Loving You In Every Universe."
Romance Let Out A Light Huff That Seemed More Like A Laugh He Was Trying To Hide. Your Words Were Oddly Flattering, Knowing You'd Still Want To Be With Him, No Matter What Universe You Found Yourself In.
"Well.." He Started Off With A Light Hum, Lightly Patting The Seat Beside Him, Urging You To Join Him And When You Did So, He Gently Grabbed Your Hand And Raised It To His Lips, Lightly Kissing Your Knuckle. "If There Are Other Universes, I'd Like To Think They Are All Spent With You."
He Leaned Over, Pressing Another Kiss Although This Time To Your Cheek.
"I Wouldn't Want To Be Anywhere Else, Who Else Would I Be With If Not You? "
Mystery :
"..What's Wrong With You?"
You Wouldn't Have Heard Him Had You Not Already Been Quiet, Had The TV Not Already Been Paused. Whenever You Spoke To Mystery You Made Sure To Pay The Most Attention You Physically Could, You Wanted To Hear Everything He Said.
"What Are You Talking About? "
Your Gaze Flickered Over To The Man Who Was Sat On The Opposite Side Of The Couch, Both Your Legs Entangled With One Another. You Couldn't See His Eye's But You Could Certainly Feel His Gaze Practically Burn Holes Into You.
"You Get All Fidgety When Something's Going On, You Don't Focus." It Was Unsurprising That Mystery Was Rather Observant, How Could He Not? Being Able To Read You Meant Acting Appropriately And Recognising When Something Is Wrong.
"..Eh-?" You Let Out A Light Laugh, Your Head Leaning Back To Rest On The Arm Of The Couch, Staring Up At The Ceiling. "Am I Really That Obvious? "
"You Are." He Confirmed With Little Hesitation, A Very Small Smile Snaking It's Way Up On His Face.
"It's Nothin' Serious, I'm Just Curious," You Trailed Off, Still Staring Up At The Ceiling.
"Do You Think We'd Be Together In Every Universe? "
Mystery's Head Tilted To The Side Ever So Slightly Like A Curious Dog, His Eye's Remained Settled On You And What Little Of Your Face He Could See While Your Head Was Tilted Back.
"I Don't..Know." His Tone Was Soft, More Quiet Then He Typically Was And He Was Honest Too. Was He Deserving Of Being With You In Every Universe? Did You Deserve To Be Stuck With Him?
"I Think We Are! "
You Happily Chirped, Lightly Knudging His Leg With Your Foot, Like You Were Kicking Out Those Hesitant Thoughts. "Where You Go, I Go Too! Where Else Would I Be If Not By Your Side? "
You Spoke With Such Excitement, Such Pride. You Didn't Even Hesitate And Your Words Held Such Confidence. You Were Beaming Too Like Some Radiant Sun. Part Of Him Was Jealous, He Wished To Be Like You Sometimes..But He'd Rather Have You In His Life Then Be You.
He Thinks..He Thinks It'd Be Okay To Know You In Other Universes, He Thinks He's Earned It.
But For Now..He's Perfectly Happy With Being With You In The Present, In This Universe.
Baby :
"Baby-"
"Don't Even."
You Hadn't Even Been Able To Utter More Then A Single Word, His Name, Before He Cut You Off, His Gaze Shooting And Narrowing On You.
He Looked Like He Were Expecting You To Ask For The World, Something Impossible, But Then Again For You He'd Try And Figure It Out, Get You What You Wanted No Matter How Much He Grumbled About It.
"I Didn't Even Get To Say Anything! "
"Good Let's Keep It That Way."
That Familiar, Stupid Grin Was On His Face. He Knew What He Was Doing, Knew What Buttons To Press Just To See You All Huffy And Irritated. He Wouldn't Ever Irritate You To The Point Of You Being Genuinely Angry Of Course, Scenes Like This Were All Merely In Good Fun.
"You Don't Even Know What I Was Going To Say." You Crossed Your Arms, Foot Lightly Tapping Up And Down.
"Are You Sick?"
"No."
"Are You Bleeding?"
"...No."
"And Your Not Dead."
"Obviously Not."
"There, Problem Solved Then! " His Smile Grew As He Watched The Gears Practically Turn In Your Head , He Always Did Enjoy Watching You Process Things, It Was Like A Reality TV Show, One He Was Actively Living In.
"Your So Unfair To Me You Know? " You Clicked Your Tongue, Turning Away From The Other. But It Didn't Take Long Before You Heard Some Shuffling And Felt A Hand Placed On Your Shoulder.
"I'm Kidding, I'm Kidding! " He Lazily Drawled Out, Pressing A Quick Kiss To Your Shoulder. "What Wonderful Thoughts Are In That Pretty Little Head Of Yours This Time?"
"I Was Only Going To Ask If You Thought We'd Be With Eachother In Every Universe."
Baby Let Out A Quiet Hum But Didn't Respond Right, Resting His Head On Your Shoulder Before Nodding.
"I Do."
"Liar-"
"Because Who Else Is Going To Put Up With Me? And Who Else Will Keep You From Pulling Your Stupid Stunts? "
He Had Cut You Off Once More, Although This Time His Tone Was Far More Teasing But Held Some Fondness. He Meant It, He Didn't Know Where He'd Be If Not With You, You Keep Him Sane, Are Something Familiar In His Otherwise Messy Life As A Demon Idol.
"Your Stuck With Me Whether You Like It Or Not."
Finnisher ; Your Honor These Guys Make Me So Violently Ill, They're So Silly, Like Wym These Are Soul Sucking Demons?
