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bbkoolkatz · 13 days ago
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pestering your boyfriend for kisses, 'cause his lips feel oh so soft against yours, and you just can't get enough;
"kats, gimme kiss," you said, lips puckered playfully.
he leaned down, gave you a quick peck, then turned right back to the pot, stirring with that trademark scowl of concentration. you grinned, pleased at his compliance.
three seconds passed.
"kats, gimme kiss."
he sighed but leaned down again, giving you another quick peck, his eyes flicking to you with an almost imperceptible smile before he focused back on the meal.
you counted under your breath. one… two… three…
"kats, gimme kiss."
this time, he didn't look quite so amused, but he still obliged with another quick peck before turning away, grumbling, "y'know, I'm tryin' to cook here."
your grin widened. "kats, gimme kissss."
he groaned, but again, leaned down, brushing his lips against yours—albeit a bit more impatiently this time. "last one," he warned, returning his focus to the pot with a shake of his head.
and of course, you just couldn't let it go.
"Katsss, gimmeee kissss," you teased, drawing out the words with an innocent smile.
he stopped stirring, shoulders tensing as he let out a slow, deep breath. he turned to you, brow raised, the faintest glint of annoyance mixed with affection in his eyes. "you want me to kiss you or do you want dinner, huh?"
"can't I have both?" you shrugged, batting your lashes.
his lips twitched as he fought back a smile. "listen," he said, leaning down. "if I give you one more, you better be done askin' 'til after dinner, or i'll start chargin'."
"and if I don't?" you stifled a laugh, feigning serious thought.
"then you can forget dinner," he said, finally breaking into a grin. with that, he leaned in, his kiss lingering just a bit longer, with his hand cradling the back of your head.
"worth it," you whispered, as he pulled back.
"you're so damn lucky I tolerate your ass..." he rolled his eyes and shook his head, finally cracking a soft laugh as he went back to the stove.
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unluckilyimnot · 9 months ago
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do you know who much am i in love with tsundere man ???
i wanna kiss raichi's face sooo bad, with lipstick on, all over his face, until he tripped over his words and is all blushyy
don't forget cuddles and sitting on his lap like AAAAA
i love your loki and sae's making out writings btw 🫶 can u do the same thing but with raichi but in this version?
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making out - raichi, isagi
mlist || rules || requests are open :)
note : thank you sm for your request, both of you ! they're so cute, as you should queen (in a neutral way) i love them a loooot too. i post this Isagi one at the same time bc i did them with a similar vibe
I've been busy these day im sorry ! And I have a busy weekend as well with my gf so I'll do as much as I can today and post it later !
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Raichi acts tough but deep down he knows he can’t fool anyone when you order him around.  You two invited some of your friends over tonight to have a nice dinner together and you kept calling his name to get things done. He tried to boss around a little at the beginning, saying he was talking with the tip of his ears red but you just had to whine a little please for him to be by your side in a second. He's the grumpy type, but still ready to help whenever he's asked  to. 
He spent the whole night eyeing you from head to toes. His hand lingering on your thigh below the table and your seemingly innocent gaze let him know you get where he wanna go. He's a little impatient but that's nothing you can't handle.
When you finally say goodbye to your last friends, you stretch your back as soon as the door is closed. 'What a night' you thought, excepting Raichi around you but he was nowhere to be seen. Taking a few steps to the kitchen to find him cleaning up a little. Leaning against the door frame, you stared at him until he noticed you.
"You're less clingy suddenly." You spoke as soon as his eyes lay on you, a cute smile on your lips. Lips that got his attention all night. He shook his head, muttered things you couldn't understand but still amused. 
"Come on, leave all of this. I'll take care of that tomorrow." Taking his head in yours, you dragged him along your bedroom and kindly pushed him on the bed. "You weren't that concerned about the dishes earlier," you whisper in his ear, slowly taking a seat in his laps.
Cuddling up against him, you played with his hair while debriefing the night with him. Your arms lay around his neck and, despite his red cheeks, his hands finally hold you closer, rubbing your back in a needy way. His eyes on your lips once again, you're sure it's already messed up so you don't mind making it worse. 
When Raichi finally cuts your chat by kissing you like he wanted all night, the shadow of a satisfied grin on your lips. You broke the kiss and chuckled. 
"What's so funny ?" He barked like he always does, making you laugh even more. 
"Nothing, you're just cute." You answered, shutting him up with a kiss before he can argue. Pecking his face over and over again, all over his face not without leaving a red tint at the same time. His poor soul can't even speak a full sentence without stutter before grabbing your face and kissing you again. 
You deepen the kiss instantly, done joking around and finally into it. You put his hands back on your back and thigh, feeling his short nails digging into your skin and you're here for it. It's intoxicating, you're lost in the way his tongue licks your lips, making you smile. You didn't realize how both of you wanted it too until now. 
Your hand slowly drawing circles on his shoulders, you were thinking when you could finally take his shirt off when you felt his hands coming closer to the zip of your dress. He started pulling it down, exposing your bare back for him and only him. You glared at him in an amused way. 
“I'm helping you.” He defended, putting his hands away from you to try to annoy you in some way. You shook your head with a loud chuckle. 
“Go ahead.” you said before pushing him down on the bed, kissing him again. 
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Isagi is too cute for his own good, you’re sure of it. He can’t be rude to save his life. Well, besides football. With you he’s a sweetheart, always saying yes to anything you ask, even the weirdest things. So you like to mess with him a little. A sly smile forms on your lips before you hand your phone away.
“Yoichi I wanna try something !” you cheered, leaning on his shoulder, taking a look at his phone. He wasn’t really doing anything, only scrolling through his social media.
“What is it ?” he’s used to that, you wanted to try silly thing you saw on internet. You’re always after him to try tiktok trend, he’s sure it’s that once again. You grinned, taking his phone from his hands and tossing it nearly yours before sitting in his laps. You already got him gulped hard. Not that he’s not used to it, it’s even a position you like to cuddle but something in his mind tells him that’s not related to cuddle.
His hands find your waist, laying there comfortably, waiting for your next move. You get closer, your chest flat against his and you take his warm cheeks between your hands. He blinks a few times, already anticipating but flustered at the same time - not trusting that smile of yours. You cradle his face a little, pitching his cheeks and leaving small pecks here and there, on his cheeks, his nose and finally his lips.
“What do you wanna tryyy ?” he whined trying to escape the kisses attack but you shush him quickly, kissing him seriously this time. He takes some time to melt into the kiss, pulling you closer. You shiver at the coldness of his cold hands crawling under your shirt, meeting your warm skin and you smile in the process. His hands go up and down, smoothing your skin, grabbing it a little too hard from time to time, making you moan but mostly chuckle.
“You’re so cute Yoichi.” you purred in the middle of the kiss, leaving small pecks on the corner of his lips.
“Am I ?” he grinned, happy to realize one more time the effect he has on you. It’s easier for you to know how he feels so he appreciates it when you vocalize it. You can already feel him hard under your weight and decided it wasn’t too early to grind on him, wanting him so bad already. Just so he knew, you know.
Taking this as a green light, his lips started going down your neck to your shoulders, kissing it all the way, biting from time to time just to feel your hand pulling his hair at the tingling sensation. He loves that a lot, sometimes he’s a little brutal just for you to pull his hair or scratch his skin at the pleasure. He likes to mess around too, not that he’ll tell you. He likes the way your gaze darkens when he acts innocent. He has his way.
Coming back to kiss you after almost eating your shoulder, one of his hands stays on your hip, encouraging you to move in a back and forth motion ; hoping he will not be the first one to ask for more. But deep down, he knows he won’t or else you wouldn’t almost be riding him already. You were the desperate one this time, but it’s ok. He likes to take care of you.  
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I hope you liked it ! ♡
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woncon · 27 days ago
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➳ deal with the devil
➶ enhypen hyung line x demon!reader 。˚ °
-ˏ` ✎﹏ "See? Who's the victim and who's the hunter is a matter of opinion. You've got the throwing star, but your neck bleeds because of my teeth. Who's who now?"
The whole university went out to haunt people on Halloween night, but you're in detention. So you're playing a game of hunter and prey. They're the hunters, you're the prey.
Only for a while.
➴ genre: suggestive, demon au, warlock au, supernatural college au, pre-poly / friends in a big situationship
: ̗̀➛ warnings: very slight knife play, jakehoon (not actually, you'll get it), seduction as manipulation (it works!), predator/prey with a twist, biting, making out, actually not as dark as it seems
⌨ :: 4.2K words ♡ ︵ . .
⁀➷ i'm a little late, but it's done. happy halloween, engenes! 🎃
⁀➷ thanks to @wonsheep for beta-ing this <3 i'll give you a pack of jelly beans later.
➳ mlist
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The cursed piano plays his favorite classic in the Music Room. Melancholic, dark melodies float towards you as the heel of your shoe beats up the silence of the abandoned corridor. You twirl the sweets in your pocket. Jungwon gave them to you before he left to go and scare people. He probably did it out of pity, since you couldn't go with him to the usual Halloween campus program. The piano in the distance starts a new song, and you take off to push the arched door of the Hall of the Immortals, decorated with vines and skulls. The wood wails to let you enter the hall, where the rituals of demons and witches usually take place. Right now there are no reddish pentagrams painted on the floor or heavy, sinister books and bones on the table. Only a few candles flicker and surround a table with four mugs on it. There's a fifth, held in the warlock’s palm, and he's about to plunge a dollop of thick, brownish liquid from the pot with great care into it.
You wait for the door to slam behind you, shutting out the piano's dismal song, but instead somebody catches the heavy door, and you are perhaps a little startled by the sudden presence behind you.
“Mugs? Really?” Heeseung looks on with disbelief as he sidesteps you. “The school has so many goblets, there's one for every rite. And you put the curse into a mug?”
“Don't be such a snob,” says Jay, placing the filled cup next to the others. He neatly arranges them in a circle.
“I'm not a snob,” replies Heeseung darkly.
“Imagine that it's just pumpkin flavored hot chocolate. Four really is just that, so maybe you don't even have to imagine.”
Although, the way Jay is looking at Heeseung right now, he might want the elder to choose the one with the curse. To somehow relieve the tension you sense, you walk over to the table and eye the similarly plain brown china, from which a fragrant, spicy steam rises.
“They're cute,” you note.
Heeseung snorts and leans against one of the tables against the wall. The light from the candles doesn't reach there, and his tall figure is completely lost in the darkness, in the shadow. Remembering how lonely and desolate the university's castle is this evening, you wish he would drink the curse, that he'd be the one to be hunted down tonight. He's so good at blending in, that you probably wouldn't catch him.
“Where did you get them?” You stroke one of the mugs’ handles and stare hard, in hope that you recognise the cursed one.
“From the kitchen. Someone in the divination department has already got the mugs in advance, so that we can paint on them at Christmas.”
It was the same last year, you painted on mugs before the break. Everyone had a chance to get creative and take the results home. But for now, you're going to play. Christmas is still a distant, frost-white dream. At the hour of death, when the bodies crawl out of the grave and the children dress up as monsters while the monsters themselves walk among them, you are going to play a game in which someone nearly dies. 
One of you.
The door opens with another slam. An impatient demon rushes to the table.
“Are you ready? Is the curse in there?” asks Jake, leaning so far against the table that the drinks are shaken and the tip of his horn almost grazes Jay's skin. “Can we start?”
His excitement spreads to the candles. They flare up, burning orange and giving off enough light for you to see the tip of Heeseung's boot.
“Sunghoon is not here yet.”
“Did he chicken out?” Heeseung asks mockingly.
“Haha, no,” replies Sunghoon, who also emerges from the shadows, but not through the door. He came through the secret witch's passage from the hall, which the demons don't know about, so you can only guess which way the entrance might be. “I've just spiced up the curse to make sure it's effective. With snake venom.”
And the flames burn faster, even more brightly. The white wax drips in hot drops down the melting stump, as if to symbolize Jake's anticipation. You, on the other hand, who has no effect on the lights with your emotions, are merely blown away because the contents of the vial Sunghoon brought you mix so easily with the hot chocolate that after Jay spins the tray on which the mugs are standing, you have no idea which one contains the poison-turbocharged curse. 
You're about to find out.
You're all gathered around the table, and it's not just Jake and the candles that are radiating excitement anymore. You can hardly breathe.
“Everybody take one. On three," Jay says in a serious tone. “One, two, three.”
You reach for one of the cups that looks sympathetic. With a trembling hand you lift it to your mouth.
"Ouch, it's hot!" exclaims Jake.
"Obviously. Because it's hot chocolate," Heeseung rolls his eyes. Sunghoon scowls at him.
“Do you feel strange?” Jay asks Jake, who is fanning his tongue.
“It just hurts like hell.”
Finally, after the interlude, you pluck up the courage and drink your own. You are careful, only taking a tiny sip, so you don't burn yourself like others, but it immediately starts burning your mouth and then your throat. You grip your skin, fingers curling into claws, hoping to scrape the tantalizing taste out of you. This is not what a pumpkin flavored hot chocolate is like, not at all.
You fall to your knees, gasping for air. A supporting hand brushes your shoulder. When you feel better, you stand up.
You feel immortal, and yet very, very vulnerable. Weak. Like a victim.
///
Your friends are lurking to kill you.
Three important events have led to this moment, as far as you can tell. First, the day you were learning in demonology class about the various torture methods that demons have developed together with witches. One of these was the curse of immortality, where a person is immortal and can therefore be tortured beyond the extreme. Then came the time when you summoned a spirit with Sunghoon's ouija board. The spirit lady possessed Sunghoon and flirted with Jake through him. Jake was so embarrassed that the armchair underneath him immediately caught on fire, and half the lounge was burnt down before they could put the flames out. It didn't end well for the community space, nor for you. That's when you were banned from going out into the human world on Halloween to haunt. So that led to the third event, when you were wondering what to do to distract yourselves when Halloween came. What could you do to have fun? Jake suggested horror movies. Heeseung said those are boring because what's the point of watching killers hunt when you could be the ones hunting. And the picture came together. 
That's how your friends happened to be hunting you down today. With crossbows, knives, swords, anything and everything they can find. If they catch you before dawn and make you give up, they win. If you hold out and survive, you win. 
The scariest part is you don't know what they're up to. How they're going to get you, and with what.
You fear Heeseung the most. His family is a traditional one of demons who sacrifice goats on full moons and blood moons. With such experience and your horns twisted into the shape that goats’ ones are, it's easy to imagine you as the animal and take your blood until you beg for them to stop. It's just a sick fantasy, you reassure yourself. Heeseung can't see you as a goat if he recalls you kissing in his bed a few days ago. He probably doesn't do that to sacrificial goats. There is some level of tender emotion here.
You turn in after one of the rows of lockers. You don't know exactly where you are. You don't usually have classes in this corner of campus, and it doesn't help that there's no lighting. Yesterday, colorful decorations hung everywhere and talking, red-eyed skeletons strutted at the doors of classrooms to greet students arriving for class. Real bats fluttered around the ceiling, occasionally getting into the hair of passers-by. Pumpkins were placed here and there and their scent was everywhere. But the memory is not worth much now. The university is haunted. A murderers' den. The den of your murderers.
And as much as you're a successful demon, proud of your professors, at this moment you're nothing but a frightened victim, not sure if you're capable of being a ‘final girl’. But you're trying as hard as you can.
In your pocket, you're fiddling with your sweets. Your palms are sweating, your sweets may be melting soon. When the candy papers make noise, you quickly reach out and look around. It is deathly quiet. Everything is still. You've long since left the piano's surroundings behind you. Have they banded together to hunt you down as a team, or are they looking for you individually? Where are the witches' passages? Do Jake and Heeseung use the demons' ones?
You can't hide your fear. Your breathing gets heavier with each passing minute.
It's just a game. Just a game, you remind yourself. Or at least it is now. In the Middle Ages, it wasn't considered a game by the poor people who were tortured to madness.
Something snaps. Must be the knightly armor worn by the fanged pig statues in the corridors. It's been knocked off, then it fell softly to the carpet. What did they knock it down with? That's an easy question to answer when you hear the heavy weapon being dragged across the carpet. A big poleaxe, a very big poleaxe is coming, and it's coming for you.
Your footsteps become frantic, but you try to remain silent and get as far away from your pursuer as possible. The corridor ends in a staircase somewhere, you can make it that far and then decide which way to go. Except that somewhere nearby a door opens. Right in the direction you're going. You're forced to hide in the nearest room before you're trapped halfway down. As quietly as you can, you push down on the handle, squeeze through the gap and throw your back against the door. You close your eyes in the darkness and try to slow your breathing. In, out, in, out.
But you're not alone here either. Something squeaks in the dark, then croaks. Hisses and scratches. It makes a throat sound, rises, then finally lands on your shoulder. It's the three-headed bird, the university mascot. You don't have to see it to know it's rubbing its raven head against your hair. That's the head on the far left. Then comes the owl, and finally the hawk.
He's waiting for a treat. You give him something every time you see him. If you don't, he starts throwing a fit, which means it starts squawking loudly with all three heads as if were an alarm.
“Hi, Casper,” you greet him quietly. “Look what I brought you.”
You reach into your pocket and take out the first piece of candy. Carefully, you peel it out of the wrapper and drop it in the crow's mouth. It happily closes up. Then the owl's opens. You pop the next candy into it, and so far you're very proud of your thriftiness. The hawk is also waiting for its turn, but there's only empty paper in your pocket when you're rummaging around. You remember that you ate the third piece you had, because the poison still tasted awful, even after you'd swallowed the disgusting sip. You sucked on the candy during the rules discussion, and it tasted so good. At this moment, you miss it very much.
The hawk closes his mouth, opens it again, makes a soft noise, then nips the back of your hand.
“I'm sorry, but that's it. That's all, okay? I'll bring you more next time if you don't open your beak, hmm?” You bargain pleadingly. 
Your physical wellness depends on a sugar-addicted monster bird. As it turns out, Capser is not on your side. He flies off your shoulder, his wings rustling loudly in the dark. Then his voice rings out. All three of his mouths start to wag at once, wanting more than two grains of sugar.
“Fuck.”. 
You need to get out. Quickly.
You start feeling around the furniture. You're in the library, you know the feel of the old armchairs. Since most of the lounge burned down, you've been coming here under strict supervision. As you've been here many times, you know there's a secret demon passage in the wall. If you can get there, maybe you'll get lucky and your blood won't stain the furniture. And if you're lucky, you won't run into anybody in there who wants to stab you either.
You start walking carefully and almost fall on your face, tripping in one of the coffee tables. The door creaks open and the bard clatters on the floor of the room. Scrambling on your aching foot, you reach the secret door and throw yourself behind it. And then, with your ankle throbbing, you dash.
You run and run, as if it was the hot, angry hell at your heels.
Somehow you get to your own room. A pentagram lies reassuringly on the floor. You fall to your knees in it, breathing thunderously. You could do with a fiery cup of coffee or an energy drink to give you strength. But at least this hand-drawn pentagram radiates security. It's like you've found sanctuary.
You need a plan.
But when a masked figure emerges from under Jungwon's blanket, you can't think of plans. You leap up to dart for the door, but a sword stands in your way. If you keep going, it will cut you in two. Instead, you jump back into the pentagram and look up at your captor. His mask is a weeping drama face. He's wrapped himself in a cloak that covers his entire face. You cannot tell if the horns you see belong to him or to the mask. He waves his gloved hand at you.
“What's it going to be? Are you going to skewer me?”
The masked man shakes his head. He gets up from the bed, now towering over you. He draws a question mark in the air with the tip of his sword, then points at himself.
“You?” you ask. “What about you?”
He shrugs. 
Maybe this guessing game is worse than if he'd thrown you up on the edge of his sword in the first minute. Him playing games with you makes you nervous. You're surprised to find your fear is fading. This could have something to do with the beneficial effects of the pentagram. In any case, you're able to forge a plan.
“Oh, come on, now. Take the mask off.”
He shakes his head.
You think about the chains under your bed.
You are not allowed to use weapons. Their wounds will not heal as yours will thanks to the curse. But no one said you couldn't use your charm. If your starting point is that you've been in all of their mouths, you have a chance to play this card. What do you have to lose by trying? If they all want to play, that's fine. If they underestimate you, you can take advantage. They have the weapons, but you're smart. If you push fear and panic to the back of your mind, you can succeed. You can succeed because you're tired of running around with them just waiting here and there, chasing you. 
Let this be a game for you, too.
“Should I guess who's under there?”
This time he nods.
“Then you let me go?”
He pauses, thinking. Then he nods enthusiastically. 
He should know better than to make a deal with the devil.
“Hmm. Give me a minute.”
You get up and dust off your knees. It feels good to be back to yourself. You're not looking at a killer anymore, you're looking at one of your friends dressed as a killer. But which one? Heeseung hates wearing masks at ceremonies, not to mention he's not the playful type. If he has to stab you to win, he'll stab you. He's out. You're taking a good look at the masked man. He's got sneakers peeking out from under his robe. Jay's wearing brown boots. That leaves Sunghoon and Jake.
How exciting.
You reach for the top button of your shirt and undo it. And then the next one. “Wow. I'm so hot from running around.”
When you reach the third button, and most of your chest is perfectly visible, the candle on the desk comes to life and burns orange. You smile in satisfaction and put your hands on your hips.
“So will you take the mask off, Jake?”
He tilts his head towards the table, then sighs in disappointment. He takes the mask off.
“You took advantage of my embarrassment!”
“That's it. Now come here. Your hair is all messed up.”
Jake drops the sword, takes off the cloak, and obeys. You take the mask from him and arrange his locks.
“Good,” you nod. You step out of the pentagram. “Claude eam,” you murmur, and the pentagram glows red.
“What? Did you really just lock me up?” the boy asks, stunned. “But I let you go!”
“Sorry, but I haven't forgiven you for threatening me with a sword yet," you blow a kiss in the air, then reach for the robe resting on Jungwon's bed. “And I need to borrow this.”
“What are you up to?”
You just wink, then put on his mask. It's interesting to wear the enemy's face. When you put on the cloak too, you transform completely. You go from prey to full-fledged hunter.
“Oh. You look hot like this.”
“Thanks.”
///
It's not difficult to find Sunghoon, you just have to follow the sound of the poleaxe scraping on the carpet. You tap his hunched back. He looks up.
“Jakey! Did you find them?”
You nod. Sunghoon straightens up completely.
“Where?”
You take him by the arm and lead him to the nearest room. Luckily, there are windows and enough moonlight to keep you from tripping. You're in the dining room. A fitting location for what you plan to do with Sunghoon. You point to a long table with a tablecloth that reaches to the floor. Sunghoon approaches. He slowly kneels beside it, then peers under the tablecloth.
You take advantage of this and push him to the ground, straddling his hips.
"Jake!" he exclaims in surprise. "What are you doing?”
You put your finger over his mouth. You run it down his chin, down his neck, over his Adam's apple, down and down and down his chest. When your palm strokes his stomach under his shirt, Sunghoon's mouth opens, his head dropping to the carpet. With your free hand, you pull the scarf from your pocket. You stole it from one of the ghost decorations and put it to good use when you blindfold the boy. He looks irresistible like this under you. You take off the mask and kiss his chin.
“We have to find-” You grab his hips. He immediately falls silent.
As you push his shirt up his stomach, he thrusts his hips up. You clasp his wrists, lift them above his head, and pull a magic cuff from your other pocket. You stole this from the torture chamber exhibit. It doesn't open with a key, only with a spell. Sunghoon can entertain himself with it.
You cuff both his hands to the leg of the table. You lean to his ear.
“What were you planning to do with that axe?” you whisper.
Sunghoon stiffens under you, but soon relaxes again.
“I didn't mean to hurt you, just to scare you.”
“You succeeded. I don't want to get you laid either, just to get you horny. Did I succeed as well?” You sit on his groin. Sunghoon moans. “Yeah, it seems so.”
“Please…”
“Don't worry. I'll be back soon. There are only two of you left.”
You climb down and out from under the table. The successful hunt gives you endorphins. You can't wait for the next victim to walk into your trap.
///
You don't have to search for long. As soon as a throwing star whizzes past you, all you have to do is turn around and there's Jay. In his hand, he's twirling the next throwing star.  “Give up.”
“No, thank you.”
He throws the next one, which rips your shirt, but doesn't hurt you. You back up to the nearest wall and let him use you as a target. Jay misses again and again. He doesn't want to hurt you, and that's comforting..
“Give up,” he steps in front of you. “Please. We never should have agreed to play this game in the first place.”
You put your arm around his waist and pull him closer to you. “I'm fine.”
“As of now. But you haven't met Heeseung, have you? You didn't see that fire in his eyes.”
“When we meet, I'll defeat him.”
“How?”
"With my mouth," you tell him. You stroke his jugular with the tip of your nose. "I'll beat you with my mouth too."
You lick his skin, then sink your teeth into it, the movement soft and light like a knife in butter. Jay's forehead falls to your shoulder, but he doesn't flinch, doesn't resist. You lean away and smile up at him. His eyes are misty.
"See? Who's the victim and who's the hunter is a matter of opinion. You've got the throwing star, but your neck bleeds because of my teeth. Who's who now?"
“I'm... dizzy.”
“I know.”
You help him slide down the wall and stretch out on the ground. By the time he lands, he's asleep. 
You smeared your teeth with a sleeping potion called vampire kisses. You bought it as a joke, you’ve never used it before. You had to go back to the room to get it, but at least you could see that Jake was okay. He summoned himself a console, and he's playing on it in the middle of the pentagram. 
You wrap the stolen cloak around Jay's body, then head to finish your hunt for the day. 
You plan the finale to be truly spectacular and grandiose.
///
The cursed piano doesn't play alone. Ten fingers rest on its keys and duet with it. The music is somber and dark, deep but inviting. You hope Heeseung, your last killer, your last prey, will come to hear your serenade. You’re playing for him.
You aren't disappointed. He doesn't even try to hide his footsteps, as if he was just waiting to see when you'll reveal yourself to him.
"It's a painful song," he says when you finish. You turn towards him on the bench.
With the light of the candles you have lit for the occasion, his face is half lost in the shadows, but you easily recognise the pocket knife held loosely in his hand.
“Painful, but beautiful. Just like you.”
Heeseung chuckles. “How can I stab you when you’re flirting with me?”
You shrug. “Be creative.”
“Yeah?”
He steps closer. He lifts your chin with the tip of the knife. There's indeed a wildness in his eyes, but Jay misread that. He's not like this because he wants to kill, but because he can give chase. You know it because your gaze would be the same if you looked in the mirror. The happiness of a successful hunt turns Heeseung's face red and makes his eyes sparkle, but he doesn't actually want to hurt you.
One by one, he cuts off your buttons and looks you in the eye. They all fall to the ground and scatter.
“I met Sunghoon on the way here.”
“Did you like the view?”
Heeseung's tongue strokes his fang. – “You're evil. Wicked.”
“I wouldn't say that. I'm rather consistent. They were the ones who made a deal with the devil. These are the consequences.”
“And what do I deserve?”
“I'm thinking about it.” Even though you say that, you already know what you want to do with him. You want him to remember that you defeated him for a long time.
“That means you're not giving up, right?” Heeseung helps you out of your shirt.
“If I remember the rules correctly, the game is over when I beg.”
“Understood.” He sits down next to you on the piano bench and kisses you. You part your lips and brush your tongue against his. Heeseung shudders. Your palm slides to his thigh, and he drops the knife. 
Of the four, he is the most hungry for touch. He doesn't like to admit it, hiding behind his smug, cold and mocking mask, but when you’re making out, it's obvious. You lean in close, let him touch you where he wants, and when he can't think of anything but you, you ask him.
“Did I win?”
“You won.”
It's as sweet to hear that from his lips as it is to kiss them. It's as sweet as Jay's blood, the fire from Jake's embarrassment, or even as sweet as Sunghoon's commitment to drag a bard across campus just to scare you. Sweet enough to make your victory complete.
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deartouya · 2 years ago
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✶ AS SOULS INTERTWINE — an anthology series
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⋆☄︎. * tags: various characters x reader, soulmate aus; all fics are sfw, all reader's have an established career, aged-up characters, post-canon time skips, fluff, meet cutes, each fic will have it's own tags + warnings.
✶ note: the works in this series are all standalone, simply with the running theme of soulmate aus. i will not be writing to a deadline! the first fic will probably be out in january - february. i will be taking my time with each part and splitting my focus onto other fics as well and summaries/tags subject to change.
✶ taglist: if you’re interested in one (or all :3) of the fics, you can join the taglist so you’ll know when they’re posted !!
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I. THIS MINUTE WITH YOU : IZUKU MIDORIYA
izuku has always loved the idea of soulmates, keeping track of the countdown on his wrist. but as he gets older and the weight of heroism presses closer, he forgets. so when he finally meets you, it's like everything has clicked into place. if only you shared his enthusiasm.
⋆☄︎. * soulmates: countdown to meeting. reader is hesitant/unbelieving of soulmates, an attempt at slow burn, strangers to soulmates to friends to lovers, food as a love language and way of bonding (shocker), stolen 101 dalmatians meet cute.
II. THERE’S ONLY YOU : HAWKS
after your coffee shop is ruined by a villain attack, you come face to face with the number one hero: winged hero hawks. after your first meeting, he returns throughout the weeks under the guise of coffee and croissants to see you. he’s always loved the idea of soulmates, of someone destined to love him and he hopes you’re it for him. he finds his answer after your shop suffers another attack.
⋆☄︎. * soulmates: you leave marks when you touch. non-canon timeskip, canon typical violence + injuries (very non descript broken leg + villain attacks), reader is a fan of all might lol, reader’s oblivious and a little dumb, hawks falls in love incredibly easily, food (and coffee) as a love language.
III. I FELL FOR YOU IN THE EVERYDAY : KENTO NANAMI
kento nanami is an easy man to fall in love with–considerate, kind, gentlemanly, and incredibly attractive–you only wish you could string together a proper sentence when he visits your shop. but there’s something about him, all of him, that draws you in, that has you counting down the minutes until he visits your shop.
⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: red string of fate. jjk manga spoilers, separated post-canon au, falling in love through routine, reader is very lovestruck and awkward–but incredibly endearing in nanami’s eyes, mentions of scars + permanent injury, food as a love language (once again).
IV. ANYTHING, EVERYTHING : KATSUKI BAKUGOU
as if being tasked with protecting yuuei’s crown prince katsuki bakugou on his mission to find some stupid relic wasn’t bad enough, you discover you’re his soulmate along the way. turns out you're not as successful at hiding the mark as you thought. that or bakugou’s a lot more observant than you gave him credit for. he’s also…not as annoying as you first thought either, regrettably.
⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: you have a unique matching mark on your body. fantasy au, knight/bodyguard reader, dragon king!bakugou, reader tries very hard to hide the soulmark and avoid bakugou–it doesn’t work, lots of bakusquard, slow burn grievances to friends to lovers.
V. LOVE WILL FOLLOW : SHOUTO TODOROKI
you keep seeing him–always too far always, always in bits and pieces, a flash of color and the sharp line of a jaw–in your dreams. it wasn't hard to figure out the number five pro hero shouto was your soulmate. and it was going to become a lot harder to avoid him once he realized your shop falls onto his new patrol route.
⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: you meet in your dreams. pro hero au, an attempt at slow burn, pro hero!shouto, florist!reader, lots of flowers + their meanings, shouto is very determined for you to fall in love with him.
VI. THE SUN BURNS BRIGHT : DABI
touya todoroki's never been one for soulmates, but he can't help but think it's meant to be—holding the little paper cup with you number, blooming under sweet smiles and soft words. the ghost of a life long past, he thinks you remind him of someone.
⋆☄︎. * soulmate au: you meet in every reincarnation. vague historical fantasy au, angst with a happy ending, rehabilitated post-canon villain au, major character death, mentions of injuries/wars.
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fxtalitygod · 2 years ago
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•Tummy Time•
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Pairing: Husband!Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader
Summary: Neither of you were interested in having kids, but after an afternoon of babysitting, perspectives were changed.
Genre: Pure Fluff
Warnings: Slightly suggestive (if you squint), implied misogyny (nothing heavy), MAJOR fluff ahead
Word Count: 3k
A/N: Hello guys! This fic is a part of @levis-hazelnut's BABY FEVER collab for followers only! I literally dropped everything to write this fanfic. When I tell you it was fun, it was fun. I know I usually write a lot of angst, but I'm here to also prove that I can also write fluffy stories as well ( ・ᴗ・̥̥̥ )! Thank you, Hazel, for allowing me to join your collab. I really enjoyed writing this fic. I wish you a happy send-off!
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Satoru Gojo was the strongest, that was a known fact by any living being that managed to stumble upon his path, so why did he feel so weak in the knees as he watched you play with the infant that was currently sitting in your lap? The baby girl laughed as you cooed at her, bouncing the child on your thigh while you sat on the ground in front of all the toys and other equipment your brother had brought to help you watch his baby.
Satoru was mesmerized by how you handled the child, from your gentle hold to your light laughter. Your care for the child made Satoru’s eyes dilate in admiration. The man was even more intrigued when you checked the time and knowingly took your niece and turned her onto her stomach, placing the child in the little play gym next to you.
You and Satoru had come to a silent agreement, practically the moment the two of you got married, that neither of you was interested in having children due to both of your professions as Jujutsu Sorcerers, but if it were to happen it happened and the two of you would deal with it in the best way possible. However, at this moment, Satoru’s perspective began to change as he watched you and the infant interact.
“What are you staring at?”
Satoru was snapped out of his thoughts the second your voice registered in his head. He looked over to see you giving him a questioning look, concern mixed in. At first, the white-haired shaman was at a loss for words, not knowing how to describe his thoughts. It only took him a quick second to realize that it would be best to not say anything and try to switch the topic, deciding that he would word out his thoughts when the two of you were alone in private, for now, Satoru just wanted to admire you and your niece.
“Nothing, what are you staring at?” Your husband teased, trying to get you a little riled up.
“My husband, who is looking at me like he is a dear in headlights,” you quickly came back, deflecting his little tease.
Satoru only scoffed as he made his way over to you, sitting down next to you on the floor as he watched his niece-in-law squirm around, little grunts and huffs coming from the child. Satoru couldn’t help but be confused, he didn’t know much about babies because he never had any interest in having any of his own; however, right now, he was highly considering it.
“What is she doing?” The male shaman asked.
“Trying to roll onto her back,” you quickly explained as you intently watched the child.
“Why?”
You looked at Satoru, a little bit of amusement and confusion on your face as you studied his inquisitive expression.
“Why do you want to know?”
You couldn’t help but ask, it was strange for Satoru to be curious about such a thing.
“I just want to know, that’s all,” the man was quick to answer, getting a little impatient.
You let out a small laugh at Satoru’s clear restlessness with his quick retort. Although you found the man’s actions and responses amusing, you decided to just give him the reply he was awaiting instead of torturing the poor guy with your teasing.
“It's something that parents like to call tummy time, it helps make her neck and shoulders stronger so she can eventually sit up and crawl,” you explained.
Despite your explanation, Satoru was still a little confused, another question ready to be fired at you before you could get up and busy yourself with some other task.
“How do you know when her neck and shoulders are strong enough?” Satoru asked, ready for an answer.
“Well, when she rolls over onto her back, but then she’ll begin to learn how to roll over onto her tummy from being on her back after that. She’ll repeat all of this until she starts to crawl,” you explained once more, still finding Satoru’s curiosity amusing.
The said man hummed in understanding, although he still had another question.
“How long does this usually take?”
You snorted, turning your body to look at Satoru, who was a little shocked at your reaction to the question. The man would be lying if he said that he wasn’t scared because he thought that you had caught him red-handed. Man, was he relieved when he realized you didn’t as you just decided to answer his question.
“When the baby is around four to five months.”
Another question was answered, and another hum of understanding from the blue-eyed man. However, he still had one last question, one that was bugging him a little after you answered the first one.
“How do you know all this, Y/n?”
A pause of silence as you only stared back at Satoru, who looked a little nervous at the expression you were giving him. The man could tell that you were both confused and annoyed with the little Q&A he had forced upon you, your scoff confirming that, but he couldn’t help himself.
“Is this some sort of interrogation because if it is I’m done answering your questions,” you huffed, getting ready to get up.
Before you could leave Satoru grabbed your wrist to keep you in place. His action both shocked you and scared you a little, thinking something had happened, something you didn’t know about. You were relieved to know that it wasn’t the case.
“It’s not I swear, this is the last question I promise, I’m just genuinely curious about all this,” the man desperately responded, pulling you to sit back down.
You were only able to nod your head, acknowledging his statement before answering his inquiry.
“I was kinda forced to learn all of this before marrying you. The second the elders found out about our engagement they threw all these bullshit lessons for me to take, automatically assuming that I would get pregnant soon, meaning that the lessons included a lot of childcare classes. I didn’t have much of a choice because they said if I didn’t take them they would demote me a grade.”
Satoru was shocked, well not too much because it wasn’t a surprise the elders would pull a stunt like that, but he thought that if something like that had happened that you would’ve notified him immediately.
“Why didn’t you tell me any of this?” A baffled tone combined with a bit of anger expressed Satoru’s feelings about the situation.
“I thought you already asked your last question,” you joked, looking up to see that Satoru wasn’t budging.
“Look, I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a big deal, it was only a few classes. Besides, I thought that if anything were to happen by mistake that it would be useful information to have.” You sighed, as you brought your attention back to the baby girl who was still struggling to turn.
Satoru was only able to stare at you and nod, deciding that it would be best to not push you on the sensitive topic any further. Although, the man panicked a little when he saw you getting ready to stand.
“Where are you-” Before he could finish his question, you raised a hand to stop him.
“No. More. Questions. I’m going to get her bottle, she’s getting hungry.” You announced, walking over to the kitchen to go fetch the bottle and heat it.
Satoru sat there, looking at the small infant as it went from grunting and huffing to whining and whimpering. He wanted to hold the baby, but a small part of him was nervous, which was rare because Satoru was never nervous nor scared of anything. So, why was the simple act of picking up the child so nerve-wracking to him?
Before Satoru could lose his mind thinking about it, you came back, a bottle in hand along with a little cloth. You quickly sat down next to Satoru and went to pick up your niece. You settled the child’s head on your shoulder as you made yourself comfortable.
You were about to start feeding the baby, but something had stopped you. You fixed your gaze on Satoru, who was still looking at you as if you had just solved world hunger. An idea popped into your mind and you were sure that you would get a kick out of it later.
“Here, you feed her,” you announced, handing the baby over to Satoru.
“Wait, what?!”
You only laughed as you extended the child to the shaman, supporting her head while doing so.
“I don’t know how, Y/n,” Satoru panicked, trying to pull himself out of the situation.
“Then I’ll show you,” you countered, not allowing him to falter now, not after all those questions he was asking.
With one big gulp, Satoru reached his arms out to take the child, discomfort written all over his face. His movements were awkward and his stance was tense as he tried to adjust the baby into his hold. It was clear that Gojo Satoru had no idea what he was doing.
You were quick to correct your husband, placing your hand gently on his arms to adjust his hold on the child. You made sure the baby’s head laid in the crook of his elbow and that the baby was securely tucked onto his chest. You moved your hands away when you had finished adjusting the man’s form, taking a look at your handy work.
“Relax, Satoru.” You gently warned him before turning around to grab the bottle.
The moment you turned back to look at him, Satoru had settled down, allowing himself to be more comfortable. You thought about teasing him but concluded not to, remembering how tense and nervous he was before.
You handed Satoru the bottle, gesturing for him to feed the baby. You could tell that he had grown a little more uncomfortable, but he was quick to flush it down, straightening his back and motioning the bottle towards his niece-in-law’s mouth.
The girl latched on to the nipple of the bottle immediately, settling down as the whimpers and whines subsided, replaced with the sound of little sucks and grunts of satisfaction as she drank from the bottle.
The two of you watched the child as she ate, making sure she didn’t have any mistakes. Right now, Satoru wanted a baby more than he ever had, there was something about how the child’s eyes sparkled when he gave her the bottle and the way she snuggled into his chest when he held her just the right way, that made his heart beat a little faster. He would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this.
When the infant was done eating, he was quick to set the girl on his shoulder to pat her back, almost as if it were instinct. When he heard the small burp he went back to cradling the baby, only to realize that she had quickly fallen asleep. If that didn’t take the cake already, you had gone over and took the baby from his arms, gently rocking her and placing her in the portable crib, humming a little lullaby as you did so. The way you had gently tucked the child in, pulling away with a satisfied smile, Satoru couldn’t help but fall in love with you all over again. Gojo Satoru had fallen in love with the idea of having a child with you.
The tall man was quick to stand up and hug you from behind, looking over your shoulder as he watched his niece-in-law sleep. You couldn’t help but smile at Satoru’s abnormal, yet cute, behavior. You pecked your husband on the cheek before resting your head on top of his.
Unfortunately, the moment couldn’t last forever. The two of you heard a light knock on the front door. You heard the familiar voice of your brother as he called out to see if anyone was home, resolving to quickly remove yourself from your lover’s hold to go retrieve the door for your brother.
Your brother had left as quickly as he arrived, clearly in a rush to get home. You had given your brother one final hug and goodbye before he took off, saying that he better get home before his daughter could wake up from her nap. The moment you stepped foot into the house you plopped yourself down on the couch, letting out a sigh before turning to look at your lover only to notice he had disappeared.
You had been suspicious of your husband’s behavior throughout the entire afternoon, but it had only become concerning around the time you were saying your final goodbyes to your brother and niece. Satoru had become silent and had a strange far-off look, almost as if he were longing.
In the end, you reasoned with yourself that it would be best to give him some space to sort out whatever he was going through. During that time of waiting you decided to take a nap; after all, babysitting your niece was not an easy job. Unbeknownst to you, Satoru had a little plan up his sleeve, one that he was going to present to you later.
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You had no idea how long you had been asleep, but it was enough time for your husband to set up what was assumed to be some sort of class presentation.
The second you woke up from your nap you were greeted with a whiteboard full of notes and a paper program on your lap. You looked around the home to see if one of Satoru's students had visited to give their teacher some sort of presentation; however, when you thought about it, your husband would never give a kid such a pointless assignment, mostly because he wouldn't want to review it.
"You're finally awake! Alright, I left you a glass of water and a snack so you won't have to get up," Satoru explained as he walked into the room.
The said man was wearing formal attire, pulling a stack of flashcards out of one of his pockets, straightening them out, and clearing his throat.
"These are the ten reasons we should have a baby! Reason number one, we are in a financially stable position to sustain a child," Satoru started, pointing at a cluster of notes on the board.
"Sato-"
"Reason number two, based on both of our family histories, we do not have any pre-existing medical conditions" your partner interrupted.
Before Satoru could continue, you grabbed the stack of flashcards he was holding and placed them next to you. You could hardly process anything he had said as you had only woken up two minutes ago. You sat there, trying to comprehend what had just transpired.
"Why do you want a baby?" You groggily asked, looking through some of the flashcards your partner had created, "neither of us has ever shown interest in it."
"Originally, I never thought I wanted to be a father, but after seeing you with your niece…my perspective started to change," Satoru explained, flustered by his vulnerability.
You were stunned, to say the least, you had never seen your husband so powerless; you had never seen your husband so desperate. Satoru’s pleading look was saying it all, saying how important this was to him. In all honesty, you didn’t know what to say, as this was all thrown at you in a matter of five minutes and you had hardly woken up and had only processed about half of what Satoru had proposed.
You looked through the flashcards your husband had made, seeing that none of them were left unfinished. It was clear that your partner had done his research as you noticed some good points that he had set up for his little presentation. However, there was one in particular that caught your eye, a note that didn’t pertain to any logical explanation as it was purely based on raw emotion.
“I know that we would make great parents.”
You were at a complete loss of words as you read the statement aloud. You could feel your heart swell as you repeated them in your head, looking up at your lover with glossy eyes. The tears started to spill from your eyes, but they weren't tears of despair or anger; they were tears of happiness. Before your husband could misinterpret your liquid emotion, you launched yourself from the sofa to pull him into an embrace.
"This better not be some sort of twisted joke Satoru because if you tell me it is, I can promise you that I will smack you upside the head," you warned.
Your husband only chuckled lightly, returning your embrace, relieved with the reaction you gave him. Yes, you knew that you had never wanted children before, but seeing how Satoru believed in the two of you to pull it off, how could you say no. Besides, you knew it would be untruthful if you kept telling yourself that you hadn't thought about it a few times while watching your niece in the past. In all honesty, you were surprised Satoru snapped before you did.
"No! No, I'm not joking! I'm being one hundred percent serious, I promise, Y/n," You could feel the few stray tears on your shoulder as he uttered those words, "If you need proof, we can try right now."
You smacked your husband in the chest in retaliation to his horrible attempt at a tease. The two of you pulled away for a second only to touch foreheads. It was an extremely sappy moment and you both knew it but who cared because as long as the two of you were satisfied nothing else mattered.
Satoru Gojo was the strongest, but he couldn't help but fall head over heels when he thought about the future of his soon-to-be little family. And yes, you both knew you had no interest in having children before, but after watching your niece today, both of you could agree that you both caught a bad case of baby fever and there was no cure for it this far into the sickness. You and Satoru proved that the second you called your brother to offer your babysitting services for the next evening.
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