texts with... platonic!ateez x 9th member!reader (gn) | san spinoff
description: variety of texts between ateez and their 9th member; some fluff, some crack and some comfort!
content warning: likely ooc ateez, reader is written as the maknae (jonghos age/slightly younger), terms of endearment used platonically (honey, lovely), jongho plays with your hair but nothing else is specificied, its unclear which dorm/apartment the reader lives in!
from jelly: haii first post here! my blog is a work in progress so bare with me... i hope these put a smile on your face. have a lovely morning/day/evening n don't forget to stay hydrated and eat well! （。＾▽＾）
anytime you'd almost slip in front of him he'd make this cute suspicious squinty face at you
until one time he literally caught you in the act, snuggling your teddy he'd gifted you with your thumb in your mouth, suckling away without a care in the world
despite the fact that he desperately wants to go “HA I KNEW IT,” he doesn't want to scare the baby 🫳🫳
so he just brings you the softest blanket he can find, tucking you into it with a hush when you make a confused little noise at his unexpected presence :(
once you've slipped out he brings it up again, asking if you're a regressor straight up
his knowledge of it catches you off guard, but he tells you he has an old idol friend who'd regress sometimes during his trainee days
when you say yes he actually asks if you'd like having a caregiver, and if you'd be okay with him taking care of you 🥺
and you say yes OBVIOUSLY
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really likes being called jjongie or “mister bear”
mostly cuz you sound so cute and teensy when you call him that :C
and also it's an instant way to get what you want 🙂↕️
“mister bear can we have snack time?” ✅
“mister bear can I have apple juice?” ✅
works every time
every once in a while, if you're extra sleepy or stressed, you'll call him papa :c
and he will literally turn the world upside down for you when you call him that
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he really likes watching you sleep???
it's like his favorite hobby乁 ˘ o ˘ ㄏ
rocks you to sleep allll the time
he'll bundle you up in a lil baby burrito and rock you side to side, humming lullabies as he watches your little eyes slip closed :C
and then he'll continue to rock you while he watches over your nap
he calls it being a “naptime guardian” but you just think he's weird :D
you will riot if he leaves you during naptime though, of course
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poking the bear is real btw, you poke jongho all the time :D
especially his cheeks I mean they're Right There c'mon
what are baby hands for if not to annoy your caregiver?? 💞
but now he's taken it upon himself to poke and squish your cheeks at every opportunity, bonus points if you're eating
and when you pout at him for interrupting your lunch he'll just smile his gummy smile and do it again
“all is fair in love and war, sugar~” ◜(ω)◝
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as jongho’s baby you will eat an unimaginable amount of apples
and other fruits too of course but like, apples are where it's at 🙂↕️
scurvy? jongho's never heard of it
shows off at snack time by breaking your apples in half
and you're just falling over with giggles at his little trick
“wow!! Jjongie do again!”
there's enough apples to feed the whole group by the time he's through 💔
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very big fan of terms of endearment
he doesn't go a single sentence without calling you a cute lil nickname fr
his favorites are little one, cub, sugar, jellybean, and bubbas
jellybean is reserved for silly cubs! usually when you have the zoomies and you're sprinting around the kitchen
“ok jellybean, let's go outside and get our sillies out~”
and when you're especially sleepy or teeny he always calls you his honeybear 🥺
“coooome on, honeybear. it's sleepytime, hm?”
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he's very soft when talking to his baby, especially if they're upset :<
he understands that feelings can be big and scary, and while all he wants is to take away those icky feelings, he knows that's not always possible :<
so he makes sure you're safe and comfy, always willing to hold you while you fuss and cry
and when you're all tuckered out he'll tuck you in a blanket and let you relax on the couch with your head in his lap, putting something soothing on the tv to help you relax after a hard day 🫂
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now we all know how much jjongie loves noraebang
safe to say he will be incorporating that into your baby routine
he'll sing to you, any genre ranging from baby shark to a power ballad that you've never even heard before 💔
and when it's your turn he claps and cheers for you while you sing
he will definitely ask for fanservice and demand hand hearts and hugs
and if you're too shy to sing alone he'll sit you in his lap to sing a duet with you :(
not competitive against you, but you can bet that he's doing his absolute darndest to get that 100 score on every song lollll
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all in all jjongie is a teensy bit mischievous as a caregiver, but he’s total marshmallow fluff too 💞
you can trust him with anything, and know that he’ll always be there for you, his little cub :(
As promised/threatened, I'm switching to the July Project fics for the WIP Wed snippets (side note: I haven't been able to respond to the replies on that post yet, but I will soon). I'm still working on the arranged marriage AU, but between getting hit with a hectic stretch of work and juggling two fics, progress is slow—but steady!
I finished the itaokko entry a few days ago, though, and this is a snippet from the first half of it. The fic as a whole starts out as scent kink and then proceeds into non-heat/rut alpha/omega sex. There are also hints of goyuu and yuutarika threaded throughout. I had fun doing a bit of world-building, but I don't think a lot of that's made it into this excerpt.
“It’s not disgusting,” Okkotsu says suddenly.
“Huh?” Yuuji shakes his head, hard, trying to clear it. “What?”
“Your scent,” Okkotsu clarifies, and his hand leaves Yuuji’s knee to pluck out his hand from between their bodies, prying it off the edge of the mattress and onto his lap. “It’s just…unique.”
For a moment, all Yuuji can do is watch blankly as Okkotsu coaxes his fingers to uncurl one by one, until Yuuji’s hand is lying palm-up on one of his thighs. Okkotsu drags a finger from the base of Yuuji’s thumb to the center of his wrist, and the scent glands on either side of it grow tellingly warm.
Yuuji clamps down tight on that instinct, breathing out slowly and sucking in air through clenched teeth. It’s cold on his tongue and does nothing to erase the scent that’s already sunk into the inside of his throat.
“It’s, uh, nice of you to say that, Okkotsu-senpai,” Yuuji manages to say without risking another breath through his nose. “But you don’t know what my scent is like. Trust me, it’s bad.”
“I do, though.” Okkotsu’s eyes flit from Yuuji’s hand to his face, crinkling around a sweet smile. “I know your scent quite well.”
Yuuji just gapes at him for a moment. “How do you—the fight? No, I didn’t—”
“You didn’t lose control during the fight, no,” Okkotsu cuts in smoothly. “It was scarily impressive, actually. But you died, Itadori-kun, if just for a moment. A corpse has no control over itself.”
“Oh. Oh, shit.”
“You went from smelling like nothing at all to drenching the entire street,” Okkotsu recalls, still smiling, and the weirdest part is that he sounds as fond as he did when he was talking about Gojou. “Caught me off guard. It’d have been quite the effective tactic if you’d done it on purpose.”
“It would have?” Yuuji asks, his mind reeling from this revelation. “No, yes, I mean—I know that, I’ve done it before.”
“You didn’t do it with me,” Okkotsu points out lightly. “I’d ask why, but I think we both know the answer.”
“It’s not because you’re an omega,” Yuuji says firmly. “I wouldn’t hold back because of something like that.”
“I’m sure you wouldn’t.” Okkotsu covers Yuuji’s whole wrist with his hand; it’s warm. “You just wanted to die.”
Yuuji freezes. “I…”
“It’s alright,” Okkotsu says very gently. “I understand. I really do. It’s okay, Itadori-kun. It’s hard to climb out of that pit—but you’ll get there.”
“Thanks,” Yuuji mumbles, tipping his head back and closing his eyes. “You’re really nice, senpai.”
“Ah.” It’s a quiet, awkward sound, which is pretty funny coming from a guy who just said all that to Yuuji. “You’re really nice too.”
Yuuji laughs, some tension he wasn’t consciously aware of draining out of his body. He lazily turns his head to the side and finds that Okkotsu’s gone back to staring at Yuuji’s hand. His palm is still covering the wrist, and the warmth of his skin threatens to tear out an answering heat from the scent glands there. Yuuji’s suppressing it on pure instinct, but now—
“You really didn’t mind my scent?” he asks curiously.
Okkotsu’s silent for a long moment—long enough that Yuuji first thinks he didn’t hear Yuuji and then starts to wonder if Okkotsu was offering him a kind lie instead of the oblivious reassurance Yuuji thought his words were.
“I got a little wet,” Okkotsu says, with an unmistakable note of sheepishness his voice. “It was very embarrassing. Distracting too, which was pretty dangerous. That was the most complicated use of reverse cursed technique I’d ever attempted, and for a moment there, I was focused on all the wrong things.” Okkotsu chuckles, shaking his head as if judging his own past self. “If you’d died because of something like that, I think Gojou-sensei would have killed me when he got out.”
Yuuji opens his mouth, without a single clue about what to say, and all that comes out is a weak, wavering, “S-senpai?”
“Oh, I’m sorry, Itadori-kun,” Okkotsu says, looking over at Yuuji. “Am I making you uncomfortable?”
Uncomfortable isn’t how he’d put it.
Yuuji smells like a slaughterhouse.
His grandpa was the one who put it like that, back when Yuuji first presented—a little early for it, at ten years old. He didn’t know at the time what a slaughterhouse smelled like, and his grandpa’s scent, which had been clean and cutting in a way that reminded Yuuji of hospital waiting rooms both before and after his own olfactory sense developed to match his newfound biology, wasn’t a very useful comparison. None of his classmates had presented at the time, and the older kids he’d run into were usually in groups that generated a confusing mixture of scents. The adults he knew all kept their scents muted, and his teachers were legally mandated to wear scent patches.
His grandpa’s explanation was blunt and curt in his usual way—but not hurtful. He talked about it the way he talked about Yuuji’s unnatural strength. Just another part of him, like the bright color of his hair or the brown eyes he inherited from his father. His strength and his scent weren’t so mundane, but his grandpa never made him feel like those were monstrous either. He was just focused on the practicalities, and even at that age, Yuuji could tell that his grandpa was more worried about Yuuji’s safety and happiness than anything else.
He’s always appreciated those lessons—the love in them. Later, once he really understood just how different he was from other people, he appreciated them even more.
Yuuji’s been to meat markets in the years since then. He has learned, intimately, the smell of blood fresh and old and sweet and rotten. He’s had it drench his hands, and he’s dreamed of spilling it with four large hands that don’t belong to him at all, even as they tear through flesh under his will.
He’s seen time and time again how people react when his control over his scent glands slips.
In all his life, there’s been exactly one person who liked it. It’s hard to wrap his mind around the possibility of that number doubling.
“Itadori-kun?” Okkotsu prods, drawing Yuuji’s eyes and attention back to him. He’s still holding Yuuji’s hand, and he’s ducked his head like he’s trying to get a better look at Yuuji’s expression.
The angle makes something deep inside Yuuji sit up and take notice.
He swallows thickly. His scent glands all pulse, the heat lurking under them trying to seep out. A dull ache blooms along his throat, his ribs, his wrists, his thighs. His cock stirs too, and Yuuji has to fight not to do something stupid and obvious like press his legs together.
He does something else stupid and obvious instead—he lets his scent creep out, just a little.
He knows the exact moment Okkotsu catches a whiff of it. His pupils blow wide, their gleaming dark eating into the flat black of his irises. He sucks in a shamelessly deep breath, his eyes fluttering and lips parting, and the faintest red streaks his cheeks. His own scent, already drenching the air, seems to become the air, filling the room with its heavy, heavenly notes.
Oh, Yuuji thinks. He wasn’t lying.
“Are you?” he hears himself ask. “Wet. Right now.”
Okkotsu’s eyes open fully, still mostly pupil. They bore into Yuuji’s for an electric instant, and then Okkotsu’s moving, swift and sudden, and Yuuji’s got a lapful of warmth and heat.
He loses the fight with his glands and his cock, groaning as the floodgates blow open.
“Senpai,” he rasps, desperately gripping the sheets with his sole free hand; Okkotsu’s still holding the other hostage, now rubbing at Yuuji’s leaking scent glands instead of just holding his wrist. “What’re you—”
“You can check,” Okkotsu cuts in smoothly, cupping Yuuji’s face with the hand not groping his scent glands.
“W-what?”
Okkotsu smiles brightly. “You can check, Itadori-kun. I don’t mind.”
“Oh,” Yuuji breathes, scorched clean through with a sudden understanding. “Oh.”
Okkotsu scoots closer, till the front of his body is nearly flush with Yuuji’s chest and face. He could just lean in and bury his face in that chest, that throat—
He could.
He really could. Okkotsu wouldn’t—
His arm winds tight around Okkotsu’s waist, almost before Yuuji’s made the conscious decision to do it, and the two of them collide with a dull thud. Okkotsu makes a noise that sounds both surprised and pleased, and Yuuji catches the tail end of that with his face shoved into the curve of Okkotsu’s throat, feeling the slight tremors there.
“Ah,” Okkotsu sighs, his hand sliding easily from Yuuji’s face to his hair. It pats, once. “You’re very cute.”
Yuuji’s not all the way sure if that’s a compliment, but he’s also finding it hard to care, and all he does is hold Okkotsu more tightly and press his face more firmly into his throat, dragging in deep, greedy breaths. The scent gland there is damp against Yuuji’s nose, and every inhale coats the insides of his nose and throat and lungs with the rich, heady notes of Okkotsu’s scent. It drips down too, pooling in his gut like liquid gold and seeping down to fuel the fire licking at his cock.
“Alright, let’s play a game and remember, we’re going for complete honesty here, so be honest. [——], you and [——] get to go first just ‘cause I’m really dying to know: When you first met what was your first thought about each other?”
“Really?”
“Yes! I want to know, so [——], ladies first.”
“…Okay, I gotta think back…”
“Ah-ah-ah—honesty.”
“Yes, yes… I thought… well, the first thing I thought about him was… ‘Oh, you’re gonna be trouble, aren’t you?’”
“Oooh, ‘trouble’, huh? That’s just too fucking cute! Now! On to the gentleman, [——], your turn,”
“My first thoughts…”
“Oh no, you are not gonna leave us in suspense here, nu-uh. Spill.”
“…I thought, ‘There you are. Took you long enough.’”
“…Wow, [——]. That’s kinda lame.”
“Is it? Well, you wanted honesty.”
“You know, I was only half truthful with my answer.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah,”
“What part did you leave out?”
“I left out… ‘I can’t wait to get to know you, to love you.’”
“Oh, that’s… that’s so much better than mine,”
“No, your’s is perfect. Fits how things went with us in the beginning perfectly,”
“But you knew, right then. You knew…”
“I knew. And if I’m honest, it scared the hell outta me, but I was ready.”
“I’m, I’m sorry it took me so long,”
“No. Don’t do that. You needed more time and I would’ve waited forever if you needed it.”
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"The name is Bonnie K. Parker. Dont you forget it now. You can just call me Bonnie though. I've been in Westerberg for a few years now so I know my way around the place."
[Ooc + hcs and stuff under the cut]
🦇 They can be put into any movie, musical or timeline, doesn't really matter. 🦇
[Headcanons + stuff]:
Goes by they/them pronouns [nonbinary] + [closted sapphic]
Not a cat or dog person, but a reptile person. They own 2 lizards at home
They dont have a close relationship with anyone at Westerberg but they have been seen hanging around with Tracy [stoner chick]
During lunch break, they play with their guitar in the music room when there's no one in.
You'll never catch them without a full face of makeup on (do they even have a real face under there??)
Awful with kids
AuDHD + BPD [also very sleep deprived]
Their country background are: latvia + portugal
Skip classes half the time [they have at least B-C+ grades]
