I still cannot get over the fact that yesterday, not only was I having an overstimulation problem and didn't notice it until my hands felt weird, but halfway through I figured sone food might help...
Cut to five hours later when my mom was cooking...
"Hey MJ, why is there a burrito in the microwave?"
... Yeah i completely forgot about the food I had heated up.
hi, ive just sat and read some of your fics and theyre so cute!!! this isnt my usual type of fic to request but i was wondering if you could write a comfort fic with either baby, jinu or romance and a reader who just got broken up with/broke up with her partner? this is kinda personal since i broke up with mine today and he started calling me cringe for liking kids movies. its ok if you can't i would just appreciate it :)
you’re not too much
tags: post-break up, baby is your best friend, hurt/comfort, fem!reader, reader has no idea yet that he’s a demon
I’m so sorry that happened to you :( this took too long but I decided to do all three for you and publish them all at the same time. I hope it cheers you up!
< Romance > < Baby > < Jinu >
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You’d told yourself this would be easy. Cleaner. That you’d feel lighter afterward. But breakups, even necessary ones, have a way of leaving behind all the feelings you thought you’d already let go of.
What made it worse? The things he said before he left.
“Maybe grow up a little,” he’d sneered, halfway out the door. “Seriously. Who still watches kid’s movies at your age? It’s kind of pathetic.”
That stung. But what stung more was how easily he said it, like it was nothing. Like you were nothing.
Now you sat cross-legged on your couch in your comfiest pajamas, staring at the TV through blurry eyes, your body curled around a half-finished tub of ice cream and a box of tissues.
You hadn’t told anyone yet. You didn’t have the energy.
Which was why, when the front door opened with a jingle of keys and the sound of exaggerated stomping, you nearly jumped out of your skin.
“I knew you weren’t okay. I said to myself, ‘Baby, she didn’t text back with three exclamation marks like she always does. Something is wrong.’ And guess what? I was right. Again. As always. Obviously.”
You blinked up at him from the couch as Baby let himself in like he owned the place. You made a mental note of getting back the keys that you lent him when you asked him to water your plans while you were away.
He kicked off his shoes dramatically, shoved a shopping bag onto your coffee table, and looked at you for the first time. His usual smirk faltered.
“Oh, shoot. Uhh—”
He didn’t ask questions. Not at first. He just kicked his legs up, flopped beside you like a cat that knew exactly how to invade personal space, and pulled out the contents of the bag: your favorite snacks, cold bobba, your favorite movie in DVD.
You stared at the cover. Then at him.
He raised a brow. “What? I saw it in your search history last week. Don’t think I don’t check those when you let me use your laptop.”
“You bought a DVD,” you whispered, trying not to laugh through your tears. “…in 2025.”
“Yeah, and? It's vintage now. Retro. Trendy. Just like me.”
That made you snort.
He smiled. Not his usual smug, showy grin. A soft one.
But the laughter didn’t last. You tucked your knees in tighter to your chest, and when your breath hitched, Baby immediately quieted.
“So.” He handed you the cold bobba. “You gonna tell me why you look like you got run over by a bus?”
You accepted the drink and stared down into your lap. “We broke up a few hours ago.”
“Oh.”
You took a breath. “He said some stuff before he left.”
“Lemme guess,” Baby said, voice low. “Tried to make it your fault?”
You shrugged. “He said I’m immature. That I act like a kid because I like cartoons.” You wiped your face, feeling suddenly stupid for crying again. “…and collecting plushies. He called my interests cringe.”
Baby was quiet.
When you looked over, he wasn’t smirking. He wasn’t pouting or posing or cracking a joke. His arms were crossed, and his eyes had gone sharp, bright with a glint that you knew what means. He was pissed.
“Cringe,” he echoed, like the word offended him on a personal level.
You nodded, small. “I know it’s dumb—”
“No,” he snapped, and you flinched. But his voice softened instantly. “No. You don’t get to say that. Not with me.”
You swallowed.
Baby leaned forward, elbows on his knees. “Liking happy things in a messed-up world doesn’t make you immature. It makes you brave.”
Your throat clenched.
“Anyone can be miserable,” he said. “That’s easy. But smiling? Having fun? Letting yourself enjoy things just because they make your heart feel good? I would murder someone just to protect that part of you.”
You blinked. “You’d murder someone?”
“Oh, you have no idea.” You swore you saw his eyes glint in gold. But maybe it’s just the haze in your mind and the blur in your eyes from hours of crying.
You thought he’s just being himself — that obnoxious, dramatic side of him. So you just laughed, wet and shaky. “You’re insane.”
“But seriously,” he said, nudging your shoulder. “You’re not cringe. You’re not too much. You’re not immature. You’re literally the most fun person I know. And trust me, I know a lot of people in the industry, and most of them are boring as hell.”
You felt your lips tremble, then your eyes burned again. Baby didn’t tease you for it. He just reached out and held your face between his palms, like you were something precious, something warm, something not meant to be crushed beneath the weight of someone else’s bitterness.
“You wanna cry through the movie and binge eat until we puke?” he asked softly.
You let out a laugh-sob and nodded.
By the time the movie hit its peak, you were curled against Baby’s side, blanket over your legs and a bowl of popcorn between you. You’d cried a little more. Laughed more too.
At some point, your hand found his on the couch. Not with any kind of question or confession, just a quiet thank you.
Hi! I read your succubus!sana fic, and really like it!
I was wondering if you'd be willing to do another vampire styled fic, but with mina being the vampire? My idea is that her and the reader are enemies, both are influential corporate figures, but theyre forced to merge their companies to market better, and mina invites reader to talk business and gets mad when the reader keeps refusing her deals, and hypnotises the reader a littleee to agree to the deal(if you're comfortable writing that). Im also feeling a hard!dom!mina makes sense here
(ps. You're such a good writer, I rlly enjoy your fics! Make sure to stay healthy! + can I be 🌊 anon?)
summary. mina owns the people who sign the contracts.
from jenn. thank you for the lovely note and the health wishes 🌊 anon 💋💋 i don’t think i ended up writing her as hard!dom as you imagined.. sorry, but hope you still enjoy the fic!
“The numbers aren’t lying, Ma’am,” your secretary whispered, her voice trembling as she adjusted her glasses. She laid the tablet on your mahogany desk. “If we don’t finalize a merger by the end of the quarter, the board is going to vote for a hostile takeover. Our stocks are hemorrhaging.”
You leaned back, rubbing your temples. Your company was suffocating under market shifts you hadn’t predicted. “And the only savior is Myoui?”
“She’s the only one with the liquidity to absorb our debt without gutting the staff,” your secretary urged. “But she’s... particular. She only meets after hours. She’s invited you to her penthouse tonight. Please, just... listen to her.”
The elevator to Mina’s penthouse didn’t have buttons; it moved via a biometric scan that felt uncomfortable like it was reading your pulse.
Mina’s office was a cavern of dark marble and shadow. There were no windows, only floor-to-ceiling displays of ancient artifacts—swords from the Edo period, vials of dark liquid preserved in crystal, and a chill in the air that seemed to come from the stone itself.
“You’re precisely on time,” a voice drifted from the shadows.
Mina was seated behind a desk carved from a single slab of obsidian. She looked like a portrait from a century ago.
“Sit,” she murmured, gesturing to the velvet chair across from her.
As you sat, you noticed there was no coffee, only a glass of deep violet liquid.
“I’ve reviewed your potential,” Mina began, her voice soft, like it was stroking the back of your neck. “Your company is a diamond being crushed by amateurs. The merger would move 40% of your assets into my holding group. You would remain the face, but the hand… the hand would be mine.”
“And what do you mean in Section 4?” you countered, leaning forward, trying to reclaim some of your authority. “It says you have the right to restructure my personal executive team at any time. Why that specific phrasing, Miss Sharon? What are you really looking to acquire?”
Mina tilted her head. She didn’t blink. “Efficiency, darling. I find that humans—pardon me, personnel—tend to get distracted by emotions. My oversight ensures a... sterile environment for growth.”
“And the late night clauses? The Biological Maintenance tax mentioned in the overhead?” You pushed, your eyes narrowing. “It sounds like you’re running a cult, not a corporation.”
Mina let out a tiny laugh—a sound so beautiful it made your stomach flip. She stood up, her movements so smooth they were almost blurry. She stopped right in front of your chair, leaning down until your faces were inches apart.
“You’re very sharp,” she cooed, “You’re looking for the catch in the ink. But the catch isn’t in the paper, Miss L/N. It’s in the room.”
She reached out, her cool fingers grazing your jawline. “Look at me. Stop looking at the contract and look at the person who is going to save you.”
You tried to look away, to focus on the figures on the page, but your head felt heavy. Her eyes began to swirl with a soft, amber luminescence.
“You’re tired of fighting the market,” Mina whispered, her gaze locking onto yours. “You’re tired of the boards, the stocks, the failing dreams. Doesn’t it feel better to just... let a stronger hand take the wheel?”
The world began to soften. The anger you felt about the contract started to feel small, petty, and far away. All that mattered was Mina’s presence.
“I... I am tired,” you breathed, your pupils dilating until they nearly swallowed your irises.
“The deal is perfect,” Mina cooed, her thumb tracing your lower lip, her fangs just barely peeking out behind her soft smile. “Pick up the pen, Y/N. Sign the paper. Give me your company... and give me yourself. It’s the only logical choice.”
Your hand moved as if it belonged to someone else. You reached for the fountain pen, “The only... logical choice,” you echoed, the hypnotic fog finally claiming every corner of your mind.
Mina didn’t reach for the paper. She didn’t check the signature. “Good girl,” she murmured. The amber glow in her eyes softened. “Was that so difficult? To admit that you needed someone to carry the weight for you?”
You tried to speak, but your tongue felt heavy. “I... the board... they’ll want a statement.”
“The board will be managed,” Mina cooed, her hand sliding from your jaw down to the collar of your silk blouse. “Everyone is managed now. You’ve brought me a very broken empire, Y/N. It’s going to take a lot of... personal oversight to fix it.”
She stepped closer, her nose dragged slowly along the line of your jaw, heading for the sensitive skin just below your ear. You felt your breath hitch, your chest heaving against the silk of your shirt.
“Mina…” you breathed, your hands coming up to rest on her waist. You didn’t know if you were trying to push her away or pull her closer.
“I... I can’t,” you gasped, your breath hitching. The cold marble of the desk was pressing into your palms. You tried to stand up, to push back the shadow swallowing you. “Mina, wait, I need to—”
“Shh,” Mina whispered. She turned you around, her chest pressing against your back, caging you against the obsidian desk, her ice cold fingers guiding yours back toward the remaining stack of unsigned addendums.
“You’re overthinking it again, Miss L/N,” she cooed into your ear, her lips brushing the shell of it. “I thought we agreed. The hand that moves this company... is mine.”
She leaned her full weight into you. You felt the metallic hiss of your pencil skirt’s zipper being pulled down. Before you could even draw a breath to protest, her palm molded to the curve of your ass in a slow, possessive rub that felt like she was physically branding you as an asset.
“Sign the addendum, darling,” she commanded softly.
Your fingers shook violently as you gripped the fountain pen. As you scrawled your signature on the next page, Mina’s fingers hooked into the edge of your lace panties, pulling the silk aside. She didn’t waste a second. She slid two fingers deep inside you, the sudden, blunt intrusion making you cry out—a sharp sound that echoed in the office. The pen jumped, leaving a long, black streak across the legal text.
“Don’t ruin the paperwork, Miss L/N,” Mina hissed, her fangs ghosting over your neck, the sharp points grazing the skin but never quite breaking it. “It’s so hard to reprint. Just focus on signing.”
She began to move—a slow, torturous curl of her fingers that was perfectly out of sync with the frantic rhythm of your heart. “Is this… ahh... part of the tax?” you managed to choke out, your signature becoming more and more illegible with every page you were forced to turn.
“This is the biological maintenance I mentioned,” Mina murmured, her pace increasing, her thumb finding your center. “You’ve been so stressed, darling. I’m just... optimizing your performance.”
She was relentless. Every time your hand slowed, her fingers would drive deeper, hitting that spot that made your vision white out and your hips grind into her instinctively.
“You’re so tight,” she cooed, finding that sensitive spot inside you. You let out a high, broken cry that was cut short as Mina’s fangs finally grazed the skin of your shoulder
“Look at the papers, Miss L/N,” she commanded, her voice dropping to a shameful, syrupy rasp. “Every time you twitch, another department becomes mine. Every time you moan, another asset is transferred.”
She began to pump her fingers with a ruthless speed, her thumb grinding against your clit.
“I... I can’t… Sharon…” you sobbed, the pen finally slipping from your fingers and clattering onto the floor.
“You can,” Mina hissed, her hand moving to grip your hip, her nails digging into your skin to keep you pinned.
She hit the spot again—harder, faster—her fingers working you that made your walls clench around her. You felt the climax building like a market crash, inevitable and devastating.
“That’s it,” Mina whispered. “Show me exactly how much this company was worth.”
You collapsed then, your body arching into her.
“There,” Mina whispered as she felt your body collapse, your climax hitting like a hostile takeover and leaving you completely empty. “I think we’re going to be very successful together.”
How the OW Boys would react if you sent one of these:
Cassidy:
You were long overdue for a chill night. In fact, the next episode of your favorite show was airing tonight and you couldn’t wait to watch it. So you ordered your favorite take out and headed to the bathroom to shower for the night.
As you were pulling on your comfiest and cutest PJs, your phone pinged.
Coleman: how’s my buttercup doin tonight
Cole was away on a mission, but you promised each other to check on the other if you were away whenever it was safe too. You were quick to respond.
You: Hi baby 🙂I’m chillin, just got out of the shower.
Cowboyfriend: mmm sounds like a gorgeous sight mind if i get a peek
You: My PJs are on now, you perv
Cowboyfriend: cant blame a man for tryin
Coyboyfriend: are they them cute pink ones I sent you
You: Yep! Theyre sooooo comfy.
Coyboyfriend: Can I see
You: You wanna see me in my PJs?
Coyboyfriend: I havent seen you in a week sweetpea
Coyboyfriend: Indulge me
You snort at your phone then look up at your reflection. You can only see yourself from the waste up in your bathroom mirror.
You counted down from three in your head, and on three you jumped and tried to snap a picture. It was too blurry, so you tried again. After you nearly dropped your phone trying to hit the button, you just set a timer. This time it turned out pretty good, but you wanted some more energy. Finally you got a picture of you hovering above your bathroom sink, knees up and strands of hair flying. You giggled at yourself and sent the picture to Cole.
Coyboyfriend: 🤣🤣🤣
Coyboyfriend: why are you jumpin
You: *laughing emoji*
You: How else would you see the cute pattern on the pants
Coyboyfriend: oh of course
Coyboyfriend: Very cute
Coyboyfriend: not as cute as you tho <3
You: Why thank you, kind sir
Before you could type another message, an image popped up. Cole had taken his own selfie on what seems to be in some dark alleyway, the only light source was a street lamp.
You: …are you on a stakeout rn
Coyboyfriend: im sure the rest of them got it handled
Coyboyfriend: i havent got to talk to my baby for days
You: CASS GET BACK TO WORK
Coyboyfriend: fine fine
Coyboyfriend: yeesh you sound like 76
Genji:
You: Genj, I’m at the farmers market and theres daikon here on sale, want me to get some?
Dragooner: yes
Dragooner: please
Dragooner: as many as you can
You: lol np
Dragooner: farmers market sounds fun
Dragooner: why didn’t you invite me
You: Cuz you’re at work, genius.
Dragooner: i can sneak off base
You: No, Genj.
You: You better not be slacking off now.
Dragooner: im not im not
Dragooner: just chillin
You: Prove it
After waiting for a bit, Genji sent a pic of him lounging on his bed in his on base room.
Dragooner: see? Chillin
You: alr you’re off the hook this time mister
Dragooner: ur turn
You: ?
Dragooner: i wanna see u
Dragooner: see what cute lil outfit you picked out for your lil market trip
You giggle to yourself. You look around the market. Obviously the vendors don’t expect people to try the produce on their heads to see if it looks good, so there were no mirrors in sight. Then you notice the signs for the restroom trailers.
You: Gimme a sec
While a tad bit cramped, it was still more luxurious than a single stall porta potty. There were even mirrors above the two sinks.
…rather small mirrors.
The only way to get your full outfit in the picture was to jump.
You set your camera on a timer and jumped when it got to one. You did pretty good for the first try but did a few more for variety. Once you were satisfied you sent the best picture to Genji.
Dragooner: lmmaaaooo
Dragooner: LEAP
You: 🤣🤣🤣
You: I had to show you the shoes!
You left the bathroom and continued your shopping. A few minutes passed when your phone pinged. And pinged. And pinged.
When you opened it, there were at least 20 pictures of Genji hovering in front of his bathroom mirror, each one more absurd than the last. In one his legs were crossed in midair, another his phone was somehow floating with him, some he was straight up doing backflips, all blurred to perfection. You nearly doubled over with laughter in the middle of the market.
You: broooooo 💀
You: You’re such a show off!
Dragooner: lmaooooo
Dragooner: i was gonna just do the one but i started having fun
Dragooner: knocked the shower curtain down with that last one
You: BROOO 💀
Dragooner: worth it
Hanzo:
HANsome: Where are you?
You: went for a walk.
HANsome: It’s raining.
You: yup
HANsome: Why are you walking in the rain? You’ll catch a cold.
You: felt restless needed to move.
HANsome: I have remedies for such feelings.
HANsome: Why didn’t you tell me?
You: I like the rain, hunnie, it calms me down.
HANsome: Are you at least dressed properly?
While Hanzo was fussing over you, you passed an empty building in the middle of renovations. The glass was dark but reflective.
You decided to prove to your boyfriend that you’re a responsible adult by showing him your fully matching rain gear. But the window was too high to show your rain boots. The only way to get them in the picture was to jump.
Jumping while holding a phone and an open umbrella on a slippery pavement in clunky boots was probably not the best idea because you lost your balance and almost dropped your phone and busted your ass twice. But at least you got a cute picture out of it, poncho hood covering your head and knees touching your chest to show off your boots. You sent the picture to Hanzo and continued your walk but kept your phone open.
You saw the little bubble pop up and hover there for a bit before it disappeared again. This happened a few more times before you finally got a message.
HANsome: At least you’re dressed properly.
HANsome: Just don’t stay out too long, it’s cold.
You: arent you forgetting something
HANsome: I don’t believe so.
You: You didnt say how cute my rain clothes are!
You: 🙁
HANsome: They are indeed very cute.
HANsome: Even better because they protect you from the rain.
You: Gee, thanks
HANsome: However, you’re cuter than the little rabbit on your rain coat.
You: ☺️☺️
HANsome: Now get out of the rain. I have a hot matcha latte waiting for you.
my brain is also fried i fear, i think the idea thinking juices escaped as i tried to write earlier 😞
only thing thats been up there has been an omegaverse 77noli threesome 😋
writing this as i go lol
everyone being in heat/rut, making every little touch feel like liquid fire as one trails his hand down your body
the heat making your vision so blurry, its hard to pick out whos doing what
them bickering with the other over who gets to knot you first before one just shoves the other to the front
they contemplate on seeing if they can knot you at the same but lets be honest, both noli and 007n7 would be too big for it to happen but i can dream
one gets to knot you while the other finally makes you their mate first, making sure the bite is deep enough <33
-🎭 anon
anon i love u im making out with u rn
imagine them being too impatient to wait, both of them trying to push inside of you . . they’d have to fight over who mates with you too . .
knowing them they’d probably do something stupid like rock paper scissors to decide, and whichever one doesnt get to knot you gets to bite you instead.
and of course, one theyre done they’ll switch, taking turns with you and making sure that your body recognizes both of them as your mates, one way or another.
ok bonus now remember what i said about noli being able to change your sub-gender . . right right so imagine him making you an alpha so you could knot him LOLOL
