Saja!Y/n Au

Somewhere and some time ago in Demon realm

Saja!Y/n: You’re the only fuckers I can tolerate in this place, never leave me.

Jinu&Abby&Romance: Awww you tolerate us?

Mystery&Baby: Love you too, Bitch.

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Silken Fang quotes

Obanai!Y/n: Do you still love me?

Abby: Of course i do! What kind of question is that?!

Obanai!Y/n: Even though sometime i’m mean to you?

Abby: Babe. ESPECIALLY because you’re mean to me. It turns me on.

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A/n: I honestly think it’s related to all Saja boys, because i’m sure they have masochistic tendencies-

Saja!Y/n Au

Saja!Y/n: Oh, I love this little slut *boop his nose*

Baby: Well, and I love you, My little whore.

Saja!Y/n: *laughs* Potty mouth! *you point at yourself* The same!

Saja!Y/n&Baby:

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I thought you were breaking up with me!

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They decided to reavel their true side to you, but it went completely out of hand

Does “it” have patterns?

Jinu

“We need to talk.”

And that was it. No heart, no emoji, no “hey babe.”

Just those four cursed words. Your brain instantly went into overdrive.

‘Oh god, he’s breaking up with me. He’s gonna say we should focus on our careers. Or that he found someone else—‘

When you showed up, Jinu looked unusually serious, his posture too stiff for comfort. That was never a good sign.

Then, as the silence stretched, Jinu finally exhaled and said quietly, “There’s something you should know about me.”

His skin shimmered, light purple blooming across his form like starlight. Golden eyes opened—slit pupils gleaming under the dim light. The markings along his neck pulsed, glowing faintly with energy. The once-human warmth of his gaze now looked almost divine.

You froze. He waited, clearly bracing himself for a scream or a fainting fit.

“…Oh thank god!” you sighed in relief, slumping onto the couch.

Jinu froze mid-movement. “…I—what?”

You pulled out your phone, holding up the cursed text. “‘We need to talk,’ Jinu. ‘We need to talk’. Do you realize what that message does to a person? I thought you were dumping me, not confessing you were a demon!”

He stared for a beat—then covered his face, muttering through his fingers, “I practiced that for three hours.”

“You look amazing, by the way,” you added brightly.

He peeked through his fingers, the corners of his lips twitching. “You’re insane.”

He exhaled, muttering something under his breath before breaking into laughter — an uncharacteristic, almost sheepish sound. “…Fair enough,” he said, sitting beside you. “Next time, I’ll add an emoji.”

Abby

The minute you saw:

“We need to talk.”

Your heart sank.

Abby never texted like that—he’d usually send twenty emojis and a shirtless mirror pic before getting serious. So you walked into his place prepared for heartbreak.

Instead, Abby stood there, arms crossed, looking like he was about to confess a crime. “Before I say anything, don’t freak out,” he said.

“Okay…?”

He exhaled, then his body shifted. His skin darkened into that lilac sheen, glowing patterns creeping up his torso where his crop top revealed perfect abs. His eyes blazed gold, his claws flexing lightly. The room felt warmer instantly—like he radiated energy.

You blinked slowly. “Oh thank god.”

Abby blinked back, caught off guard. “What—what do you mean “thank god”?”

“I thought you were breaking up with me!” you exclaimed, waving your phone at him. “You texted ‘We need to talk’ ! Abby, who texts that? That’s a breakup message in every drama ever!”

He dropped his demon hand to his face, sighing. “You thought I was gonna break up with you, and your first reaction to me turning into a literal demon is relief?”

“Yes!” you shot back. “You look hot, not horrifying. I was preparing for emotional trauma, not… whatever this is.”

He grinned then—fangs and all—shaking his head. “You’re unbelievable.”

“Thank you, I try.”

Abby stepped closer, smirking, his voice dipping low. “So… I look hot, huh?”

“Don’t push it.”

Romance

You’d been staring at that text for ten solid minutes.

“We need to talk.”

From him, of all people—the flirt, the sweet-talker, the dramatic heartthrob.

You even started mentally dividing your shared stuff — he’d get the plants, you’d keep the espresso machine.

When Romance showed up, his usual flirtatious confidence was gone. “Y/n… I don’t want to scare you. But I’m not what you think I am.”

His skin shimmered lilac, glowing purple patterns tracing his face and arms. His golden eyes locked onto yours, expression unreadable as his sharp claws flexed.

You stared, wide-eyed… and then your hand clutched your chest.

“Oh thank god!”

Romance blinked, completely thrown off. “…That is not the reaction I rehearsed for.”

You waved your phone at him. “You sent ‘We need to talk!’ Who wouldn’t panic? I thought you were gonna say you didn’t love me anymore, not that you’re part of the underworld!”

He dragged a hand down his face. “…You thought this was less scary than me breaking up with you?”

“Yes! You’re hot. That breakup text? Traumatizing.”

Romance stepped closer, smirk returning. “You know you make it very hard to be dramatic when you act like this.”

“Maybe next time open with ‘hey, babe, I’m glowing now.’”

“Noted,” he chuckled, brushing your hair back with his clawed hand, fangs glinting as he murmured, “Still… I’m glad you didn’t run.”

“Run? From this face? Please. I’d run toward it.”

Mystery

When Mystery texted you:

“We need to talk.”

You stared at it for a good five minutes. Mystery never talked much, but when he did? It was serious. You genuinely thought the world was ending.

You showed up at his apartment, heart hammering, only to find him standing dead still in the middle of the room. He lifted his head slightly. “Don’t… be afraid.”

His voice was softer than usual—but then the change began. His skin glowed lilac, golden eyes catching light under his bangs, and his claws shimmered faintly. He looked less like a monster and more like some tragic celestial being. His claws glinted as he flexed his hands, watching you carefully for any fear.

Instead, you just exhaled and dropped onto the couch. “Oh thank god.”

Mystery’s head tilted. “…What?”

“I thought you were breaking up with me!”

He blinked, a long, slow blink. “That’s your reaction?”

“Look at this message!” You shoved your phone in his face. “That’s breakup talk! Not ‘hey I’m actually a demon’ talk!”

He blinked once, then twice, his usual mask faltering. “You… thought—”

“That you’d dump me, yes! Not that you’d grow claws and look like a fantasy movie!”

There was silence. Then, unexpectedly, Mystery’s lip twitched into the faintest, most bewildered smile. “…You’re ridiculous.”

“You love that about me.”

“…Maybe.”

And when his clawed hand reached out to rest lightly against your cheek, you smiled up at him. “Still not breaking up with me, right?”

“No. Not even close.”

Baby

“We need to talk.”

Your stomach dropped. Baby rarely texted seriously — he was either spamming memes or sarcastic comments. That message? Horrifying.

When he appeared, his expression was unreadable. “…You should know what I really am.”

Then, before you could speak, his form shifted — lilac skin, glowing purple markings, golden eyes, long claws. His usual baby-faced charm now framed by raw demonic power.

He stood there in silence, waiting for your scream.

Instead, you exhaled and muttered, “Oh, thank god. I thought you were breaking up with me.”

Baby’s brows furrowed. “…Huh?”

“Hey! Don’t judge me!” you said, waving your phone. “This text—‘We need to talk’—that’s not demon energy! That’s breakup energy! I almost started writing a breakup playlist!”

He blinked, utterly deadpan. “You’d rather I turn out to be a demon than dump you?”

“Obviously.”

“I just showed you my demon form.”

“Babe, I’ve seen your morning face. This is nothing.”

A pause. Then his mouth twitched. “You’re so weird,” he muttered, fighting a grin.

“I get that a lot.”

“You’re not scared?”

“Scared? You’re still you. Just… glowy. And hotter.”

“…You think I’m hotter like this?”

You smirked. “Oh absolutely. You should’ve led with that instead of giving me a heart attack.”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “You’re so weird, it’s perfect.”

“Thanks, demon boy.”

Abby x Jinu headcanons

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A/n: It isn’t x reader!!! I just wanted to write headcanons about my favorite ship, because they are the most underrated ship (In my humble opinion)

SFW

• They look like the least likely duo on stage—Jinu composed and smooth, Abby flaunting his abs like a golden retriever—but fans don’t realize how in sync they are behind closed doors.
• Jinu rolls his eyes every time Abby flashes skin on stage, but he’s secretly proud that Abby gets so much attention. He mutters things like, “You’re lucky I let you show that body. It belongs to me too.”
• Abby calls Jinu “Boss” or “Prince,” usually in a mocking tone, but in private, there’s real affection behind it. He likes to push Jinu’s buttons until Jinu snaps and shows his true temper.
• They balance each other: Abby keeps Jinu grounded, reminding him to stop drowning in guilt, while Jinu softens Abby’s arrogance with quiet affection.
• Derpy adores Abby almost as much as Jinu. Abby spoils him with scratches, and Jinu complains that his pet is “cheating” on him.
• They often train together—Abby focusing on strength and stamina, Jinu on precision and tactics. The sparring matches always end in either laughter or heavy make-outs.
• Jinu is awkward in domestic settings—dropping cups, tripping on rugs. Abby teases him mercilessly, but also kisses his bruises after.

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• Abby loves showing off his cock, especially when Jinu tries to stay composed. He’ll strip down slowly, lean back, and say, “You gonna keep pretending you don’t want this, Boss?”
• Jinu is a control freak in bed, but Abby thrives on testing his limits. Sometimes Abby grabs Jinu by the waist and makes him ride him until Jinu loses that carefully curated composure.
• Jinu has a thing for slow, manipulative teasing—he’ll stroke Abby’s cock just enough to get him begging before pulling away with a smirk.
• Abby is shamelessly loud in bed. He loves making Jinu crack, moaning his name like a chant until Jinu snarls, pins him down, and fucks him rough.
• They often fuck in the practice room after hours. Abby bends Jinu over the mirrors, hands gripping the glass, Jinu’s voice muffled as Abby thrusts into his ass hard enough to fog the mirror.
• Jinu is obsessed with Abby’s body—he runs his tongue down Abby’s abs before sucking him off, humming against his dick until Abby’s shaking.
• Abby has a size kink. He loves watching Jinu take his cock, groaning when Jinu’s tight around him and praising him with filthy whispers like, “Look at you, Boss, stretched so good on my cock.”
• When Jinu tops, he’s relentless. He’ll ride Abby until his legs shake, dragging his cock along Abby’s prostate until Abby’s begging for release. Sometimes he’ll deny him orgasm just to assert power.
• Their aftercare is surprisingly tender: Abby sprawled across Jinu’s chest, tracing his scars, while Jinu pets his hair and mutters about how annoying yet irresistible he is.

Toxic relantionship, but reader is also toxic

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Just Saja boys being toxic, but you are no better

Jinu

SFW

• Jinu thrives off control, and you let him — but only to yank it back at the worst times. He sweet-talks you with his politician’s smile, but you’re just as quick to cut him down with your sharp tongue. Arguments turn into chess matches, both of you twisting words until no one knows who’s really guilty. The public sees the “perfect couple,” but behind closed doors you both relish the chaos. When someone dares to suggest you two should break up, you exchange a knowing smirk before answering in sync: “No. Nuh-uh.” Like the very idea is laughable. Jinu loves that you refuse to be cowed by him — it keeps his guilt and shame from ever festering into boredom. He brings you gifts stolen from other idols’ fans, and you act delighted just to watch his smirk widen. Then later you mock him for his clumsiness, and he pretends to hate it even though he melts when you treat him like something other than untouchable.

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• Jinu’s guilty, manipulative nature bleeds into the bedroom. He likes it when you claw at him, call him weak, or sneer that he’s “pathetic for a leader” while he’s fucking you so hard the headboard dents the wall. He’ll pin your wrists above your head, muttering through gritted teeth how you’ll never get away from him — and you taunt him back, whispering that you don’t want to, because no one else fucks you raw like this. His cock stretches you until you’re whimpering, but neither of you let the other forget who’s in control — sometimes he’ll edge you for hours until you’re crying, other times you’ll straddle him, nails raking down his chest while you ride his dick until he’s begging. The aftercare? Nonexistent. You both laugh at the bruises in the mirror.

Abby

SFW

• Abby flexes in mirrors just to see if you’ll roll your eyes — you always do, and then immediately grope him in public just to remind everyone he’s yours. He parades his body around, but if anyone else so much as comments on his abs, you’re quick to grab his jaw and kiss him sloppily in front of them. He loves that you’re just as possessive as he is. Fights are petty — you’ll accuse him of flirting too much, he’ll accuse you of not worshiping him enough. Then ten minutes later, you’re in his lap, pulling at his hair and calling him a dumb slut. When anyone suggests breaking up, you both laugh like it’s the funniest thing you’ve ever heard. “Why would we break up? Who else would tolerate us?”

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• Abby’s sex drive is as loud as his stage persona. He loves to show off even in bed — flexing while he fucks you against the mirror, admiring the way your body arches under him. He calls his dick “your favorite toy,” and he’s not wrong: you ride him until his abs glisten with sweat, and then mock him for being loud when he moans your name. He’ll slap your ass hard enough to leave a print, sneering about how you’re addicted to his cock. You take revenge by leaving hickeys across his abs where his precious fans can’t see. Sex is always a competition — who can make the other scream louder, who can get the other to beg first. He’ll fuck you standing in front of a window with no curtains, daring the world to watch.

Romance

SFW

• Romance thrives on attention, but he’s most alive when you give him hell. He’ll flirt with someone in front of you just to watch you snap, and when you storm off, he drags you back with a lazy smile: “Don’t be jealous, baby. You know no one else could handle me.” You punish him by invading his space during practice, distracting him until he screws up a move — and he secretly loves it. Your “romantic” dates are full of arguments, but always end in making out against the nearest wall. People around you whisper that you’re a disaster together, but both of you laugh at the thought. You’re addicted to each other’s poison.

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• Romance is theatrical even in sex — he’ll press you against the wall, whispering filth in your ear about how no one else will ever make you cum like he does. He uses his cock like a weapon, hitting deep until you’re sobbing, and then taunts you for crying. You retaliate by scratching his chest raw and calling him your little slut, watching his mask of control crack. He’ll edge you mercilessly, fingers teasing your pussy until you’re begging, then finally slam into you with a smirk. Sex is always a war of passion — too much kissing, too much biting, too much love and hate tangled together. He’ll make heart shapes in the air with his powers just to mock how fucked-out you look, and you’ll bite his shoulder until he bleeds.

Mystery

SFW

• Mystery doesn’t talk much, and you don’t need him to. The silence itself becomes toxic — he ignores you when you’re mad, and you ignore him right back, until the tension is unbearable. Then one of you snaps, dragging the other into a rough kiss that tastes like punishment. He loves that you don’t fall for his shy act — you call him out as the beast he really is, and he rewards you with a rare smirk. The two of you stalk each other like predators, circling until someone gives in. People tell you he’s too strange, too cold, but you just bare your teeth at them. “No. He’s mine.”

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• In bed, Mystery is feral. He growls when he pushes his cock into you, slamming you against the mattress like he’s trying to break you in half. You claw at his back, sobbing his name, and he fucks you harder, lips brushing your ear as he mutters, “You like this, don’t you?” He loves breeding you, filling your pussy until you’re shaking, then watching his cum leak out. You use his stoic nature against him, riding him slow and lazy until his mask cracks and he starts rutting up into you, desperate and raw. Sex with him is brutal, almost violent, but you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Baby

SFW

• Baby pretends to be bored by you, but you know it’s an act. You mock his cute idol persona, and he responds by mocking your temper. The two of you are constantly roasting each other, sharp words exchanged like love notes. But when someone dares suggest you break up, Baby’s flat tone cuts through the air: “No. That’s not happening.” You back him up without hesitation. He likes that you don’t fall for his fake innocence — you know he’s just as manipulative and cruel as the others, and you match him barb for barb. You two don’t “date.” You play.

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• Baby’s sex style is a contradiction. Sometimes he plays innocent, wide-eyed while you ride his cock, moaning like he’s the “baby” he pretends to be. Other times he flips, slamming you into the bed with shocking strength, fucking you until your pussy is raw and overstimulated. He loves face-fucking you, one hand in your hair, the other holding your jaw open while his dick hits the back of your throat. You mock him afterward, voice hoarse, and he just smirks, muttering, “You’ll swallow anyway.” He likes to leave marks where fans won’t see, and you return the favor. Sex with Baby feels like a secret war — one only the two of you can understand.

M!Y/n: So… That giant box is Saja boys’ gift as congratulations on our debut?

Caelis&Ravelle: Yes.

Caelis: More specific to you, Le Roi des Sirènes.

Ravelle: They even send a letter. “Congrats on your debut. You took our hearts just by glance.”

M!Y/n: I see… They are inside the box, aren’t they?

Caelis&Ravelle: Yes/Totally.

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