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“Who even are you?”
*PLATONIC!BATFAM x NEGLECTED!READER
→ not canon-compliant ⋆ no current romantic love-interest ⋆ non-story compliant storyline ⋆ reader is nonchalant about a lot ⋆ gender-neutral ⋆ reader is around 17 years old ⋆ reader is not a hero ⋆ this'll probably be very boring ⋆ not proofread
♫ currently playing: Dog - Daisy the Great
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D I R E C T O R Y
prologue -> you are here -> chapter 2
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childhood promises and arranged marriages
you and jake were best friends since childhood because of your families. before graduating college, they told you that if the two of you haven’t found a relationship by the time you graduate, they would marry the two of you off.
you didn’t want that, so in order to stop that arrangement, you decided to set jake up with somebody else.
however, when things get more deeper than intended, can you still pretend that your heart doesn’t beat for the one person who’s stayed by your side all this time.
pairing: sim jaeyun x male reader
contains: 18+ [MDNI], male reader, childhood best friends to lovers, arranged marriage, secret mutual pining, jake is whipped, reader is in deep denial, emotional tension, fake dating, heavy smut, chickboy jake (but not really) x pretty boy philosophy major m/n, slowburn
other characters: other enhypen members, sophia and megan (katseye)
notes: this fic is set in the philippines (yes, i’m a filipino). jake is a 4th year engineering student in ateneo, while m/n is a 3rd year philosophy student in pup. jake used to go back and forth in australia before his family settled in the philippines. some dialogues might be in tagalog (but i’ll also provide english translations). btw, hmu if you’re a filo!
──── 𝓢 EEING DOUBLE ₎ა ˙˖
♡ 𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟎𝟑 ੭
⌗ 𝓝.𝐄𝐑𝐃 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 & 𝓑.𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐑 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎 𝐗 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑
you get caught between the campus' valedictorian and hearthrob, completely unaware that they're actually twins and not just one annoying person. what happens when your heart gets caught up in the messy drama between rivaling twins?
♡ ₊˚‧ in today's episode. satoshi probably whored himself out to girls on the weekly, so what's the issue with you using him like one too?
♡ ₊˚‧ cw. college au :: lots of smut :: angst :: messy dynamics :: named twin :: jealousy/possessiveness :: messy reader :: semi public sex :: parties :: nerd/delinquent trope :: academic rivals :: fuckboy!bikerjo :: rival!nerdjo
꒰ episode 02 :: masterlist :: episode 04 ꒱
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ has been ecstatic all week. which was odd, considering he's been acting so off. he's ignoring girl's bedroom eyes. ignoring number offers. hell— he even ditched friday's party at sukuna's place. who the hell was he? answer: whatever you wanted him to be.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ keeps thinking back to how you showed up at his doorstep and kissed him like you were trying to suck the soul out of him. the way you grabbed him by the collar and whined his name into his lips. for the first time in awhile, satoshi almost couldn't keep up with a kiss.
that was until he had you on his couch. head buried between your thighs and tonguing on your clit. rolling his tongue piercing on the bud until you were whimpering.
"sato—" you cut off in a whine.
fuck. can't even say his name?
he's never had a girl actually make him hump his own couch because she sounds so pretty while he's eating her out. never had a girl that made his eyes roll back and his throat bob all messy. as he eats your cum and drinks down your squirts.
"babydoll, fuck— s'fuckin' sweet. you really are a sweet girl, huh?" he panted into your thigh. bit down and pressed his tongue piercing against the mark afterwards.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ had you on your back. knees crooked over his shoulders with his big hands on your waist while he stuffed you full of cock. fixated on the way your body fluttered and trembled for him. on how you squelched and creamed him so good until a messy ring smeared his base.
"so needy. needy for this cock baby? y'missed it?"
he's slurring. not even a single fucking drink down and he's slurring. drunk on your kisses and the sweet squeezes of your pussy as he fucked you into his couch. rutting it against the opposite wall and probably a few seconds away from sukuna's noise complaints.
he didn't care. not when he had you choking on his name and barely being able to complete it. not when he had you whining and begging and pleading with him not to stop.
he'd swoop down and tangle his tongue with yours every time you approached another high. slammed his hips faster—and faster— ground his pelvis up into your spasming clit— until you squirted a hot stream and puddled the fabric of his couch even more. fuck. he hoped you'd leave a stain.
little did satoshi know that every time you 'struggled to say his name'— it was because another was on the tip of your tongue.
˖ ࣪꒰ BIKERJO ꒱ ˙˖ really had no idea that you were picturing foggy glasses shoved into his hair. no idea that you were imagining cold blue eyes and a sharp tongue calling you a stupid slut and holding you up against his desk covered in textbooks as he fucked you mean on his cock. he especially had no idea that it was his twin's name in your throat every time he stuffed you to the brim and smooched your cervix.
╰─▸ ❝ Twisted Wonderland x reader!
Ice cream?
featuring — Riddle : Leona : Azul : Kalim : Vil : Idia : Malleus.
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۶ৎ Riddle Rosehearts
When you asked Riddle for his card, his eyes widened in surprise. You rarely asked him for anything. He had always told you to rely on him more, to let him take care of you once in a while, so he did not hesitate. He handed you his card, imagining you would use it for something nice, maybe a fancy gift or a proper meal. He wanted you to feel spoiled. “Do not hold back, alright?” Riddle smiled.
Later, when you returned, he looked up from his homework, expecting a bag or two of purchases. Instead, you handed him his card back and quietly licked at a small cup of strawberry ice cream.
Riddle just… stared. “That's all?” he asked, utterly baffled. “You could have...you could have bought something useful!” His voice went up slightly, flustered by how casual you were. You only shrugged and said you just wanted ice cream. His expression softened immediately, the strict composure melting into something fond.
He sighed, smiling. “Honestly… you are unbelievable” he murmured. But as you sat beside him, Riddle watched you happily eat and shook his head fondly. “But… if that’s what made you happy, then I suppose spoiling you with something simple is not so bad.”
۶ৎ Leona Kingscholar
Leona did not even question it when you asked for his card. In fact, he had been waiting for you to finally give in and let him spoil you. “Bout time you asked” he drawled, handing his card over lazily. He expected you to come back with something extravagant, maybe new clothes or jewelry. When you returned and plopped down beside him with only a single ice cream in hand, his ears twitched in disbelief. “That’s it?” he drawled, brow arching as his tail flicked.
You took a bite, humming contentedly as you handed the card back. Leona snorted, getting his card and leaning back against the bed. “You seriously used my card for just an ice cream? I told you to spoil yourself, not go easy on me.” There was an amused rumble in his chest, low and teasing. “You’re such a weirdo.”
But as he watched the little smile on your face, his teasing softened. He reached over to swipe a bit of ice cream from your lip with his thumb before licking it off, smirking lazily. “Hmph. Guess if it made you happy, I don’t mind. But you’re too modest. Guess I’ll just have to spoil you myself next time.”
۶ৎ Azul Ashengrotto
Azul was genuinely pleased when you asked for his card, he had been trying to pamper you for ages. “Of course, my pearl. Buy whatever you desire.” he said, smiling smoothly. He wanted you to indulge, to feel taken care of. His imagination ran wild, already picturing you returning after shopping, perhaps you had chosen something expensive, or maybe you had ordered from Mostro Lounge’s premium menu. But when you came back with a small ice cream, his confident grin faltered.
He blinked at the dessert, then at you, then at his card. “...That’s all?” His voice came out faintly incredulous. “You could have purchased anything you wanted, and you chose ice cream?” When you nodded, perfectly content, he pressed a hand to his face, muffling a sigh.
But then he peeked between his fingers to see the satisfied smile on your face. The genuine happiness there made his chest tighten. Slowly, Azul chuckled under his breath, giving up. “You truly do not know how to spoil yourself, do you?” he said, fondness slipping through his composed tone. “Next time, I will accompany you and we will make sure you get more than just that.”
۶ৎ Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim was so excited when you asked for his card. His eyes sparkled, thinking you had finally accepted his offers to let him spoil you. “You want my card? Absolutely! Buy anything! You deserve it!” he said, practically pushing his card into your hands. He spent the next hour happily imagining what you might get, jewelry? New clothes? Something fun and colorful? When you came back grinning with an ice cream cone, he froze mid-wave.
“Huh? That’s all?” he said, wide-eyed, before bursting into laughter. “You’re amazing! I thought you were going to go all out!” You shrugged with a bright smile, and he could not stop grinning.
He reached out to take a bite of your ice cream, “You could have bought the whole cart if you wanted! But you just wanted one scoop, huh?” He laughed again, his eyes soft with adoration. “You’re too cute. Next time, I am coming with you. I am not letting you leave until you really let me spoil you!”
۶ৎ Vil Schoenheit
When you asked for his card, Vil’s lips curved into a graceful smile. “Finally” he said, handing his card to you. “You deserve to be spoiled, darling. Do not hold back.” He imagined you browsing the boutique, picking out something refined, maybe a new outfit, a skincare line, a designer item, or a luxury perfume, something worthy of you. But when you came back holding only a single cup of ice cream, Vil nearly dropped his mirror.
“You… used my card for an ice cream?” His voice was calm, but the disbelief was clear. You simply nodded and handed the card back, licking your spoon. For a moment, he was speechless, until his lips curved into an amused sigh. “I give you the world, and you ask only for a spoonful of sugar.” he said softly, shaking his head.
Vil moved closer, brushing a bit of melted ice cream from your chin with a tissue. “Still, you look content.” he murmured, his tone warm. “I said you should spoil yourself, but perhaps you already did, in your own way. Next time, let me teach you what true luxury feels like.”
۶ৎ Idia Shroud
When you asked for his card, Idia almost glitched on the spot. “Wait, you actually want me to pay for something?!” His face turned crimson as he fumbled with his wallet to get his card, handing it over immediately while muttering something about how he had been wanting to spoil you anyway. “Sure. go wild, I guess…” His mind ran wild with anxious excitement, imagining you spending a lot, he did not care, he just wanted you to be happy. He sat there later, imagining you buying gaming merchandise, tech, or something cool. But when you came back with just an ice cream cone, he blinked in disbelief.
“That’s it? You… only bought that?” he asked, his voice cracking slightly. You nodded, smiling softly. Idia flared in embarrassment as he groaned, “You’re supposed to let me spoil you, not save my credits!”
He trailed off, then sighed, a faint smile forming. “You’re kinda ridiculous.” he said, though his voice had softened completely. “But… that’s what makes you adorable.” He looked away quickly, adding under his breath, “Next time, I’m ordering for you, no arguments.”
۶ৎ Malleus Draconia
When you asked for his card, Malleus looked pleased, his emerald eyes lighting up with quiet delight. He had been wishing for a chance to give you anything you desired, to see you bask in comfort, to see you enjoy the luxuries he could easily offer. “So, you have finally decided to indulge yourself? Buy anything that pleases you, my beloved. I want you to get whatever your heart desires.” he said softly, placing the card in your hand with full sincerity. He expected perhaps a trinket of value, or maybe something you had long desired. When you returned, happily eating a cone of ice cream, he blinked in surprise.
“That's what you bought?” he asked, puzzled but amused. “Ice cream?” You nodded, explaining simply that you were craving it. Malleus blinked once, then softly laughed, genuine. “You are truly curious.” he murmured, shaking his head in wonder.
He leaned closer, eyes fond. “Of all things you could have chosen, you picked something so small… yet it seems to bring you great joy.” His lips curved faintly as he brushed a thumb against your cheek. “Very well. If this small thing makes you happy, then I am content. But next time, allow me to spoil you properly.”
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⸝⸝ May this love FIND MEEEEEEE!
⸝⸝ lmao, this draft has been rotting in my notes. I just finished it this week during my free time and polished it yesterday, but I fell asleep before I could post it.
Saja Boys Art
imagine edging touch starved xiao hehehahhahehehh
Oh my god that would wreck him. Grinding down your hips against his as you have him trapped against the wall of your room, shivering when your sex brushes against his when you grind down again, his face so red as his clawed fingers grip your waist like a lifeline, his own hips shaking and twitching as he lets out small, breathless noises of your name.
Get on your knees, take out his cock, put your index fingers pad on his cock's slit, and chuckle at how, "look at your dick, so needy and dripping pre already," his eyes widen, his heart beat through the roof as he shivers, his clawed hands digging into the wall enough to leave multiple cracks, "such a needy boy," and oh his dick twitches and shivers, you wrap your fingers around his dick and give a lick to his tip and make a suprised sound as his cock throbs once, twice and spills cum all over your face. He can't even look at your face anymore, the cracks on the walls multipled, his body shaking like he's feverish as his chest heaves.
I have so many thoughts about him to be honest...
Between Kings
Blood of Zeus Fic - Zeus x Female Reader x Poseidon
Warnings - NSFW. Adult situations. 18+ Only.
Image from google.
Same Reader from “Tasting Lightning” and “Golden Threads” (she’s been busy! hehe) I have nobody to blame but myself for this one because I thought of the pun and ran with it :D
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The celebrations were well underway.
If there was one thing the Olympians knew how to do, it was throw a party. Wine flowed freely from the elaborate fountains around the courtyard (Dionysus never missed a chance to show off that particular party trick) with music and laughter filling the air with an overall feeling of revelry.
But there was something else. Maybe it was Aphrodite working her magic but the air felt charged, and You knew very few beds would be empty tonight. Apollo was with Hyacinth among a group of nymphs, the enticing grin he flashed you making it clear you were more than welcome. Aphrodite played with your hair, her hand lightly brushing your thigh under the dinner table. Persephone laughed and leaned against you just a little longer than necessary, Hades’s watchful eyes curious, his smile secretive. Zeus’s eyes met yours over a glass of ambrosia, a playful wink and subtle glance towards the stairs leading out of the courtyard. You were certainly spoiled for choice.
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Apollo: "Ah, Hermes. I wasn't expecting you here."
Hermes: "I could say the same to you. Where is--?"
Reader: "Ah, there you both are. Thank you for arriving at such short notice. I require your assistance in a...delicate matter."
Hermes: "So you asked Apollo?"
Apollo: *elbowing Hermes* "Always happy to assist, my dear. What do you need exactly? I thought you'd be distracted with Hera trying to marry you off."
Reader: "It's about that, actually. I would like to have sex with you both."
Hermes: "...."
Apollo: "...."
Hermes: "...pardon?"
Reader: "Hera is pressing me to marry Ares. I don't particularly want to, and if she catches me in bed with the two of you, she won't either. Everybody wins, yes?"
Apollo: "....her logic is flawless, Hermes--"
Hermes: "Apollo!"
Apollo: "I mean... *clears throat* "My dear, as...enticing an offer as that is, I don't think--"
Reader: *starts walking towards the bedroom*
Apollo: "...Hermes, talk me out of this."
Hermes: "It will infuriate Ares and Hera."
Apollo: *striding after Reader, tugging Hermes along* "Damn it, I said talk me out of it!"
Hades: "Alright, do either of you feel like sharing why we're here?"
Poseidon: "Don't look at me - Zeus called me here?"
Zeus: "...no, Hades called me?"
Hades: "Why in Tartarus would I summon you both to some island in the middle of the sea? I've got enough on my hands trying to get the Underworld in working order--"
Reader: "How lovely of you three to join me! I suppose its "Your Majesties" now?"
Poseidon: "Ah. I thought I sensed you nearby."
Hades: "Of course. Dare I ask what you're scheming this time?"
Reader: "You wound me, Hades! But, I suppose, it is best to get the point. You may have heard, Hera is proposing a marriage between myself and Ares..."
Poseidon: "She is?"
Zeus: "Oh. Yes, she might have mentioned it....this displeases you?"
Reader: *slowly caresses Zeus's arm* "I am displeased at the thought of being...tied down. Especially so soon after our victory over the Titans. Isn't now the time for...pleasure?"
Zeus: ".....you make a...compelling argument--"
Hades: "Zeus!"
Poseidon: "Only a fool would anger Hera. You should--*trails off as Reader turns her attention to him, toying with his beard* "...we...should...why exactly did you summon us here?"
Reader: "Because I have more than a few fantasies involving you three, and I want to indulge them while I have the chance."
Hades: "Have you completely lost your mind--"
Reader: *slips her dress off, letting it fall to the ground*
Hades, Poseidon, Zeus: "......"
Reader: "...well?"
Zeus: ".....come here to me--"
Hades: "ZEUS! She's going to marry your son!"
Zeus: "...I mean, she hasn't married him yet--"
Hades: "ZEUS!"
Poseidon: "She has a point. Haven't we earned a little indulgence. With such a lovely creature--"
Hades: "You are both insane. Hera will--"
Reader: "Oh, I called in a little favour with Aphrodite." *caresses Hades's chest* "We won't have any interruptions. Now...why don't I show you all where the bedroom is...?" *strolls off seductively*
Hades: "....I swear on the River Styx, we are never talking about this again--"
Reader: *over shoulder* "I don't mind not talking about it again, as long as you swear doing it again isn't completely off the table."
Zeus and Poseidon: *looking to Hades eagerly*
Hades: "....Fates damn it all, fine!"
can you make some headcanons of what hermes (blood of zeus) would be like in a relationship with GN reader pretty please 🙏
take your time, what’s the rush?
cw . . . gn reader, HERMES MY LOVE YOU CARRIED ALLLLLL SEASONS OMGGG, i cant escape matthew mercer 💔😭
has to be one of the busiest gods ever
you thought that maybe the other gods could do their own bidding for a bit to cut some slack off of hermes, but unfortunately you thought wrong
date nights are very spontaneous since his schedule is all over the place
on olympus, he has a hard time getting out of bed as you try to pull him back in
hermes: “my love, i have some work to do.”
you: “you’re leaving? :(“
hermes: “…… would you like to come with me?”
BEHIND THE SCREEN
< kinich x reader >
Synopsis: Summer is over and it’s time to go back to school. Being one of the so-called ‘’nerds’ wasn’t so bad, they could go about their day unbothered. Every year should be the same, so why was this year different? Every year should be the same but this year it made sure to hurt y/n in every possible way. Things change when rumours come out which made y/n find out that their long time online friend and crush is no other than one of the popular kids.
Warnings: Swearing, yelling, bullying, angst, lots of angst, angst to fluff drama. Suggestive themes? Misunderstandings
Genre: collage au, modern au, online friends, popular/ nerd au
Taglist: open
CHAPTER THREE
<chapter two || materlist || chapter four>
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“Will you stop asking? I'm not telling!” y/n groaned as they slammed their locker shut, glancing over at their best friend who was leaning against the locker next to theirs, smirking at y/n. “We come on! Sethos whined out, huffing “you know my crush! Why shouldn’t I know who you are? Come on!” He spoke, huffing as he crossed his arms over his chest, narrowing his eyes at them “and besides. You know I won’t leave you alone until you tell me so spill it” he spoke, pausing before he continued “besides, I promise I won’t tell anyone else!” He hummed as y/n turned to face him, rolling his eyes “like that is true” they teased lightly though knowing Sethos will keep a secret which they appreciate. They have been best friends for so long, longer than knowing the others.
Sethos huffed “I won’t! And you know that!” He spoke, leaning closer, poking y/n’s cheek “come on spill it! Who is it! Who’s the secret crush! Who’s the one who’s making your heart race hm? Hmm?” He asked as he grinned a bit.
Letting out a sigh, they knew very well that they need to tell him because of they don’t, he won’t stop bothering them about it “O-okay okay! I’ll tell you!” They groan out, glaring at them “but you better keep it hush” they added as Sethos raised his hands up “hey! You know I will! Now! Who is it?” He was practically buzzing as he looked at y/n, dying to know who it.
Before they could tell Setho’s about the crush, something caught their attention..their eyes following a a specific person. “I'm surprised he’s not glued to you” Mualani spoke, walking next to no other than Kinich. Shrugging a bit, he replayed “yeah, he said he’ll need to grab something, we’ll see him back in cafeteria” Kinich spoke as both of them didn't even pay attention as the two walked past y/n and Sethos.
Sethos, couldn't help but grin slightly as he caught how y/n was looking at Kinich, leaning in “so a pretty popular boy huh?” He whispered making y/n let out a noise, their head turning to face their best friend. Cheeks red, they glared at him “shut it!!” They hiss, making Sethos laugh “oh man! And here I thought I was bad! You're the same as me!” “No im not.!” “Yes you are!” “No-“ y/n groaned knowing it was pointless “well..Atleast you're friends with wanderer while Kinich has no idea I exist” they sigh, frowning as Sethos blinked “I mean-“ “dont, it’s fine! “ y/n cuts in before he can say anything.
They knew it, they had no idea, no chance with Kinich, it was fine “yknow, at first I though it was your online friend.” “Quiche?” “Yeah him!” “No no, we are just friends!” y/n chuckled a bit “”yknow im still suspicious of him-“ “let’s not start this-“ “but come on-“ “there you guys are!” A new voice made them both turn to see Layla approaching them “we were waiting at the cafeteria but you guys took too long that Tighnari thought something happened” she explains as y/n chuckled “ no sorry sorry, let’s go before we make mom more worried!” They joke as Sethos grinned “so if Tighnari is the mom, cyno is the dad, what does it make kaveh and Alhaitham? Like the gay uncles?” Sethos asked making y/n laugh, Layla trying not to giggle as the three made their way to the cafeteria..
A locker closed not far from them. Crossing his arms over his chest, ajaw smirked as he watched the three walk away. He grinned, ideas swirling in his mind.
Oh this should be very fun.
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when you're mad and use their full name
how the blue lock boyfriends react when you're mad and use their full name
pairings: isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro and itoshi sae x gn!reader (separate) | warnings: little arguments, angst if u squint, reader is kinda hot headed? lol, mostly fluff and the boys wanting to be in your good graces.
notes: did i kick depression in the ass to finish this? not really. but it worked, and here i am! this is my nagi seishiro debut omgggg hopefully i did him justice and he's not too ooc. also new design for the scenarios to match my theme. enjoy, lovelies! let me know if you'd like especific scenarios and send me an ask :)
masterlist
ISAGI YOICHI
yoichi hoped he would die.
really.
it’s the least he deserved for making you angry — even more so because he didn’t know what made you angry in the first place. he spent the last fifteen minutes excavating his mind to try and remember what could have ticked you off so much that you don’t even wanna look at him.
he hates it. isagi needs your eyes on him, needs to hear your voice and touch your skin. and with the way you’re so silent and distant, he might be just like a man in the desert without water.
“baby,” he looked at you on the other end of the couch, intently watching the tv show in front of you. just a glimpse would make him breathe again. just a nod would ease his nerves. hell, he would even take a glare, as long as you were looking at him.
but he got nothing. zero. nada.
HEAR ME OUT
Aventurine and his partner have been together for a while when they somehow try working through Aventurine’s past trauma by showing him what a true master is like (reader)
Note - heavy bdsm, master/slave, anything else you’d like but I would prefer this being a healthier one so not non/con or forced
Thank you! 💖💖
“LET ME SHOW YOU WHO I AM”
pairing. Sub!Aventurine x Top!male reader
synopsis. In where Aventurine finally submits on his own terms, he learns what it means to be touched without being taken. — 4.3k
warnings. mdni, nsfw, amab reader, master/slave kink, collaring kink, light bondage, fingering, blowjob, handjob, overstimulation, begging, dirty talk, praise kink, degradation kink, subspace, aftercare, safe word use, past trauma, discussions of past abuse, implied SA (not graphic), hurt/comfort
The room was quiet.
Not sterile. Not cold. It smelled faintly of lavender and wax polish—warm light spilling from a shaded lamp. The blinds were drawn. The door was locked.
Aventurine stood in the center of the room like a model in a glass case, posed. Perfect. Still. He had removed his gloves first. Then his rings. Then his coat. Every motion methodical. Almost clinical.
You’d seen him negotiate with CEOs more relaxed than this.
You sat on the edge of the couch, legs slightly parted, arms resting on your knees, watching him like he was something fragile. Not in the way that meant he’d break—but in the way that meant he already had, at some point, and learned to glue himself together into someone flawless.
And he was flawless. That was the problem.
"You're not breathing," you said quietly.
Aventurine blinked. Then inhaled like he forgot that he needed to. A short, clipped breath. He forced a smile. "I'm just… preparing."
"For what?"
He paused. "To give you what you want."
You let that sit. Let him feel it.
Then you stood—slow, controlled—and stepped into his space.
"Look at me."
He did. Carefully. He always looked carefully, like his gaze was a scalpel and he was afraid to cut too deep.
You reached out, brushing your knuckles against his jaw. He didn’t lean into it. He didn’t flinch either. He simply absorbed the touch like it was something he had to endure—an input to be processed, not felt.
“I want you to listen,” you said. “And I want you to listen as Aventurine. Not as someone performing. Not as a client trying to impress me. As you.”
His throat worked as he swallowed. “…I’m listening.”
“I’m not asking you to submit because I want to dominate you.”
He stiffened.
“I’m asking you to submit because I want to keep you safe.”
A silence followed. Longer this time.
You let your hand fall from his jaw and gently, deliberately, took his hand in yours. You turned it palm-up—his fingers were smooth, trembling ever so slightly.
You pressed a kiss to the inside of his wrist.
“That’s the only reason,” you said. “Everything else—the commands, the structure, the rules… those are tools. Not punishments. Not games. They're ways to show you something you weren’t allowed to believe.”
He stared at you, eyes flickering. “Which is?”
“That being owned can feel like being protected.”
His lips parted—then closed again. He didn’t speak.
But he was still listening.
So you guided him to the couch. You sat down first, then tugged him forward by the hand until he was kneeling between your legs. Not to humble him—to center him.
"Now," you murmured, letting your fingers brush along his throat. “Let’s make something clear before we go further.”
Aventurine swallowed again. You felt it beneath your fingertips.
"You are mine only if you choose to be. And that choice doesn’t disappear just because you're in a collar or calling me Master."
His breath hitched. Slightly.
"You have a safeword. And you will use it."
You felt him tense—but it wasn’t fear. It was confusion.
“Why?” he asked softly. “Do you think I’ll regret it?”
“No,” you said. “I think someone else made you believe you weren’t allowed to.”
He froze.
And there it was.
That flicker. That twitch beneath the surface. You saw it behind his eyes—how he wanted to deflect, wanted to throw on that trademark smirk and laugh you off, pretend none of it reached him.
But it did.
Because the first time you called him "slave," he hadn’t flinched. But he hadn’t melted either. He had looked like someone waiting to be hurt. Obedient, yes—but not present.
You didn’t want that again.
“I don’t want obedience like that,” you whispered.
His lashes flicked up. His eyes were wet—but not crying.
You kissed the space between his brows. “I want your devotion. Your trust. Not your fear.”
He went still.
“…Then I don’t know how to be yours,” he said softly.
You tilted his chin up.
“That’s okay,” you said. “I’ll teach you.”
Hii!!! I love how you write the boys! Can I get the saja boys reacting to their girl loving their demon side and being super into it for spicy reasons? Xx hope you’re doing well!!
Hii!! Thank you so much — that means the world 🖤 and YES. You are so, so correct for wanting this. A girl who’s not scared of their demon side? Who’s into it? Who thinks the glowing marks and glowing eyes and fangs are hot?
Yeah. That’s absolutely going to break them.
Reader who…Loves their demon side (a lot)
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🧿 Jinu
Jinu didn’t mean for you to see him like that.
He’d lost control — full transformation, no glamor. Skin a cold lilac, glowing lines spiraling from his sigil across his chest, claws curved black and precise. Eyes golden, slit like a predator’s.
He turned fast. Covered his face with one hand.
“I didn’t mean—”
“Wait.”
You stepped closer, breath caught in your throat.
“Jinu.”
“…Yeah?”
“Your skin is… gorgeous.” Your voice dropped. “You didn’t tell me you had glowy marks. That’s unfair.”
He blinked, claws twitching. “This is my actual form. You’re not supposed to like it.”
You reached up, traced a glowing line near his collarbone with one finger. “Well, I do. A lot.”
His breath caught.
“You like this?”
“Jinu,” you said firmly. “It’s hot. Your eyes—god, you could wreck me just by looking at me like that. “So, like?” You stepped in closer, eyes flicking up to his. “No — I’m obsessed.”
The glow pulsed under your touch.
He made a noise in his throat — surprised, like the wind had been knocked out of him.
“…I’m going to need a moment,” he whispered hoarsely.
You didn’t give him one.
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💪 Abby
You weren’t supposed to see Abby transformed.
Not like this — lilac skin lined with glowing violet cracks, light pouring out from inside his arms and chest like magma sealed behind stone. Gold eyes that flickered with heat. Claws big enough to crush.
He hated how imposing it made him look.
Until he turned and saw you staring. Not scared.
Hungry.
“You okay?” he asked carefully.
You nodded.
Then: “You have no idea what you look like right now.”
“Sorry,” he muttered, voice rough. “Didn’t mean to scare—”
“Don’t move.”
He froze.
You circled him slowly, eyes wide, one finger brushing a glowing fracture on his bicep. “You’re… beautiful.”
He blinked. He swallowed. “…No one’s ever said that when I look like this.”
Then, quieter: “I look like a broken statue.”
“Exactly,” you breathed. “Like something dangerous people worship by accident.”
His claws flexed. “You’re not scared?”
You met his gaze. “I want to see how warm you get when I touch you here.”
You touched the brightest line on his chest.
He groaned.
And picked you up like you weighed nothing.
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📚 Mystery
Mystery never let anyone see his true form.
He only shifted in shadow. In reflections. When he thought you wouldn’t notice.
But you did.
He appeared after a hunt, bones still humming with power, eyes glowing gold under heavy bangs, skin pale violet with thin, crack-like sigils running down his spine and chest. His claws still smoked faintly.
You said nothing.
You stared.
“…Don’t look at me like that.”
You stepped forward. “Like what?”
“Like you’re… into it.”
“I am.”
He flinched.
“I have claws.”
“I want to feel them drag.”
His eyes widened.
“I’m not pretty like this.”
“You’re divine.”
He kissed you then, clawed hands trembling as his voice broke a little. “No one’s ever said that to me.”
“Then I’ll say it again.”
He kissed you — a little desperate, a little feral — like he finally believed you meant it.
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💋 Romance
Romance never hid his demon form.
Why would he?
Lilac skin. Gold-slit eyes. Violet runes blooming along his neck and ribs like tattoos carved by moonlight. Even his claws were elegant — too sharp, too precise.
“You know,” you said once, leaning against the wall while he finished shifting, “you’re hot normally. But like this?”
He grinned. “Better?”
“Unfair.”
He flexed his hands. Gold glinted.
“Want me to scratch your back or something?”
“I want you to wreck me.”
He blinked.
Then smirked.
“My love” he purred, stepping in close, “don’t ask for things I’ve been waiting centuries to give.”
You didn’t sleep much that night.
Or at all.
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🔥 Baby
Baby didn’t like when people stared at his demon form.
Not because he was shy — but because they always stared like he was a weapon.
Violet markings flickered up his spine like wildfire. His skin shimmered pale lilac, claws sharp and flexing with residual power. His gold eyes glowed too brightly in the dark.
He meant to hide.
But you walked in, saw the full picture — and nearly choked.
“Stay. Don’t glamor down.”
He blinked. “You like this?”
“Like?” You stepped forward, breath shallow. “I want to paint you like this. Then ruin you.”
His eyes went wide. Then narrowed. “Say that again.”
“Seriously,” he growled. “Once more, slower. I wanna remember it exactly.”
You brushed his clawed hand, brought it to your throat.
“I want to worship you, fire and all.”
His patterns pulsed.
The room got hotter.
And Baby stopped pretending to be anything less than a demon made to be wanted.
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M-List
Ex-Playboy Snow Leopard Hybrid is used to bringing out the vocal side of his sexual partners. Both outside and inside the bedroom. They just can’t hold it in around him, their endless sounds of pleasure.
It’s no surprise how easy it is for him, he’s more than well aware that he’s special. He’s a prize, a rare hybrid that anyone would give their lives to pleasure. And he took advantage of that for a long time.
That is until he met you and gave it all up.
On average he can make a person unravel and scream their throats raw with ease. It barely took any effort for him at all. But like everything when it comes to you, is a special case.
He’s trying and failing not to lose himself in you as he fucks orgasm after orgasm out of you. Bringing you to release at least twice on his fingers, another thrice on his tongue, and who knows how many times he’s rolled you around into different positions till you’re squirting all over his sheets.
Yet while he’s drunk off your holes and your sweet essence, you look completely indifferent. Your eyes just barely glassy with arousal is the only proof he has of his effect on you. A harsh whimper tears out of him. He’s getting desperate here.
Slipping out of you causes you to softly whine, momentarily soothing your bf from going feral on your ass. But it’s still not enough, not even close. He digs his claws into your plush hips and flips you back over, his arms hook beneath your knees and he folds you into a mean mating press as he slams his cock back inside you in one brutal snap of his hips.
He growls furiously as you don’t even gasp, your eyes only slightly widening and your back arching. He needs more, he needs to hear you. His tail thrashes around behind him and he’s not even controlling it as it wraps your ankle tightly, claiming every part of you.
It’s impossible to control himself now that he’s back inside your snug walls so he immediately starts back up at a frantic pace, driving his cock upward and hitting all those deep sensitive spots inside of you. Meanwhile his eyes never leave yours, looking for any sign of a reaction. A flush of your soft chubby cheeks or a tear of euphoria that falls from your gorgeous eyes.
One particular smack of your hips against his has you crying out loudly, your body writhing beneath him and silently begging for more.
“F-fuck, nngh, yes!!” You cry out.
Your bf gasps in awe like he’s finally found his perfect prey after a long hunt. It’s no scream or mewl but it’s a start. And thank god, he was starting to wonder if he’s actually bad at this. But of course he’s not.
And he continues to prove it as he picks up his pace, rutting into you like he’s gone into his rut. Eliciting louder moans, cries, and even small shrieks with every precise and carefully planned plunge of his cock along your sopping tight hole.
“Oh, yes! Ah— fuck yes, right there! Don’t stop!” You scream as if possessed and your grins, his fangs glinting in the light as he fucks into you at a steady rough pace.
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby,” he purrs, low rumbles vibrating from his chest while he watches the pleasure he wracks out of you as he fucks you brainless.
Satisfaction curls in your bf’s chest and he hasn’t even cum yet. But your sounds are sweeter than any release he’s ever experienced in his entire sexual history. He can tell that each snap of his hips sends you closer to release. There’s nothing he wants more than to give that to you. I
“So good, oh my god, it’s so good! More, more, mmph-more,” you scream out your ecstasy with stars in your eyes. And there it is. Just what he’s been looking for.
“Well… only ‘cause ya begged so pretty,” he rasps and slips a hand between your hot sweaty bodies.
Your body jolts against his as he rubs his fingers along your bundle of nerves, forcing out strings of delightful shrieks and moans. The force of his thrusts send your thighs shaking and your hole fluttering around his toe-curling girth. And the dual stimulation has you hurtling over the edge.
Waves of euphoria wash over you and your final orgasm crashes through your body like a storm. Noises even he’s never heard of fall out of you, the sounds warping and crackling under the weight of pleasure. Worse than the sounds of a dying animal. And your bf is relishing in it, letting it fuel him to reach his own release.
With one final buck of his hips, he slams his knot inside of you just in time to release his heavy load as deep inside your hole as he can get. He roars while he empties himself of you, spurt after spurt flooding your tight channel and filling you to the brim.
He works you both through it until your trembling body relaxes and merely twitches from the aftershocks. Afterwards he plops down right on top of your plush frame and nuzzles into the thick curve of your neck, purring loudly and contently. Looking at him like this you never would’ve guessed he was ever a playboy.
His own satisfaction in himself and how good he made you feel makes you happy in return. A soft smile spreads across your face as your arms curl around him. Relaxing and holding him close as his knot keeps you two locked together.
Seeing just how proud he is of himself maybe it’s better not to tell him that while the climax was real, all of the noises were faked.