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Bias

Chapter 4

Summary: In which Jeongguk falls in love at first sight at a convivence store at 11pm after being stalked by a saesang.

Idol!Jungkook x Black!Reader

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11k+ words

Preview:

Eyes glued to his phone as he lapped up every video of her doing her thing. She was the most brilliant person he had ever met, eloquent in her speech while still engaging with her audience and bringing tasteful humor when necessary—a natural. Yet he still craved to be a part of the lucky ones that got to see her in action in the flesh.

Warnings: unprotected sex, oral (f&m receiving), fingering, squirting, nipple play, multiple orgasms, face sitting, drunk driving (be responsible), angry!JK, pleasure dom!JK, sub!reader, handjob

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AN ALTAR WITH TEETH

Ryomen Sukuna As Your Lover — Heian Era

SUKUNA x F. READER ⬩ HEADCANONS ⬩ MATURE ⬩ 5.8K WORDS

— bruise / hymn —

THE DOOR // He has been worshipped, feared, fed, cursed, and survived. You are the first offering to look back and ask what, exactly, he thinks he is owed.

THE LOCK // Heian Era AU, canon-typical violence, Sukuna being Sukuna, monstrous anatomy, stomach mouth/tongue imagery, worship and offering imagery, implied coercive social arrangement, tribute/offering premise, power imbalance, possessive behavior, Reader sovereignty, blood, ritual, threat-as-intimacy, mature sensuality, no explicit smut.

THE FILE // A headcanon set about catching the attention of a calamity who has mistaken worship for devotion, and teaching him the difference between an offering taken and an offering chosen.

THE PALETTE // incense smoke ⬩ dried blood ⬩ lacquered wood ⬩ gold-threaded silk ⬩ shrine bells ⬩ red cord ⬩ an altar with teeth

— ❖ —

You are not the first offering brought to Sukuna.

That is what the men call you, at least, because men love to rename a thing when the true word would make them feel cowardly. Offering sounds cleaner than bargain. Softer than tribute. Holier than a terrified province sending a brown-skinned woman with gold at her wrists, ink on her fingers, and a spine that has not yet learned to bend for the comfort of frightened lords.

You were not given to him.

You walked.

That is the part everyone keeps trying to erase.

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THE ARITHMETIC OF STAYING

Nanami Kento x F. Reader

KENTO x F. READER ⬩ ONE-SHOT ⬩ GENERAL ⬩ 3.3K WORDS

— arithmetic / staying —

THE DOOR // Grief arrives before language does. The apartment knows first.

THE LOCK // canon character death, Shibuya aftermath, grief and mourning, Yuuji delivering the news, dissociative shutdown written with care, sensory overwhelm, discovered engagement ring, no smut.

THE FILE // A one-shot about loving Nanami Kento after the final calculation has already been made, and carrying the answer to a question he never got to ask.

THE CONTINUITY // Best read after A Practical Theory of Devotion. This piece is the aftermath of the life built there: the second umbrella, the receipt bookmark, the folded towels, and the answer he never got to hear.

THE PALETTE // October light ⬩ cold tea ⬩ receipt bookmarks ⬩ folded towels ⬩ unanswered calls ⬩ hammered gold ⬩ an answer worn on the left hand

— ❖ —

You already know.

Not the way people know things they have been told, and not through language — someone else’s mouth, someone else’s careful wording, someone else’s mercy trying to make the impossible arrive with manners. Words are always late to the body. They come dressed for a room that has already burned down.

You know another way, the way your body always has: before your mind agrees, before evidence gathers into something your thoughts can organize, classify, and file away, before the world is kind enough to become legible.

You know the way the apartment knows.

It starts late afternoon.

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✧ ── 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 ── ✧

⟢ 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: Sukuna x fem!reader

⟢ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 :: dark romance ・ angst ・ supernatural ・ reincarnation AU ・ obsessive love ・ psychological tension

⟢ 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 :: possessive behavior . toxic love . reincarnation . violence . bloodshed . emotional obsession . jealousy . manipulation . fate . loneliness . emotional dependency . eventual smut . corruption of love . “you belong to me” energy .

⟢ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 :: dark content ahead . toxic relationships . emotional abuse . cheating mentions . manipulation . obsessive behavior . blood & gore . violence . death . possessiveness . verbal degradation/name calling . unhealthy attachment . stalking behavior . panic/anxiety themes . explicit language . eventual smut. ANGST.

✧ ── 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟎𝟒 ── ✧

The apartment had long since fallen silent. The television downstairs had shut off hours ago.

Tokyo’s city lights barely slipped through the curtains now, casting faint silver shadows across the room while soft rain tapped quietly against the window. and there, tangled beneath dark sheets you slept peacefully in Sukuna’s arms. His body rested behind yours, large and warm against your back while one arm remained wrapped tightly around your waist.

Like even in sleep, some part of him feared you disappearing if he loosened his grip. Your breathing was soft and steady. Every now and then, your body unconsciously melted closer into his warmth, seeking him out even deeper in your sleep.

And every single time you did that, an unfamiliar feeling returned to Sukuna’s chest. That dangerous softness..The one only you could pull from him. His face rested partly against your hair while his fingers lazily brushed along your stomach beneath the soft pajamas you wore to bed. Slow and gentle circles tracing your soft skin, almost absentmindedly.

Like he was reassuring himself you were still there. But deep within sleep, a familiar memory finally came to collect him once again. and suddenly he was no longer in Tokyo.

Warm summer wind drifted through ancient temple halls lined with gold and crimson silk. The scent of incense burned softly in the air while distant bells echoed faintly somewhere beyond the palace gardens, centuries ago.

Back when Sukuna still believed himself incapable of loving anything. and then there you were. Not dressed like royalty. Not dressed like a warrior. Just… you. Kneeling quietly near the outer garden with your sleeves rolled slightly past your wrists while carefully sorting medicinal herbs into little baskets beside an elderly healer.

Sunlight poured over your skin so softly it almost looked unreal, and Sukuna remembered exactly what irritated him first. You weren’t afraid of him..Everybody else feared him. Servants lowered their heads. Sorcerers trembled. Entire villages prayed they’d never cross his path. But you?

You barely looked impressed. In fact you didn’t even notice him at first. That alone was enough to stop him in his tracks. Sukuna stood silently near the garden entrance watching you laugh softly at something the old healer said while your fingers continued separating flowers and herbs carefully. You were so gentle, and warm in his eyes.

Nothing like the bloodstained world he existed in. and for reasons he still couldn’t explain even now he kept watching. Then finally, you looked up. Your eyes met his, and the old healer beside you immediately froze in terror. The baskets dropped from his hands. “S-Sukuna---” But you tilted your head curiously instead. Studying him, like you were trying to figure him out. Sukuna remembered the exact moment irritation twisted inside his chest.

Because instead of running..instead of dropping down to your knees begging for your life to be spared..instead of worshipping him, you simply looked at him and said, “...You’re taller than the stories said.”

The healer beside you looked seconds away from death. But you? You just brushed dirt from your hands calmly before standing to your feet.

And Sukuna, the King of Curses himself actually stared at you and was speechless for the first time in centuries. Because no one had ever spoken to him so casually before. Silence immediately fell across the garden.

The elderly healer beside you went pale so quickly it almost worried you. He immediately dropped to his knees, forehead pressing against the ground. “M-My king, please forgive us---”

Only then did you realize who exactly stood before you. The King of Curses, Ryomen Sukuna. Your eyes widened slightly before you quickly bowed politely in respect. “My apologies, my king,” you said softly. “My name is Y/N.”

Sukuna stared at you quietly, longer than necessary. Then slowly he tilted his head. “…Y/N,” he repeated lowly, like he was testing how your name felt in his mouth. “Hm.”

Something unreadable flickered behind those crimson eyes. “Interesting.” Beside you, the healer still trembled violently against the ground. “Please, my king,” he begged shakily. “She meant no disrespect, we beg for forgiveness---”

But Sukuna merely looked away lazily, “There’s no need for that.” The healer looked genuinely stunned. Because Sukuna was not known for mercy. Especially not over disrespect. Yet somehow, you remained completely calm standing in front of him. and that alone fascinated him. after that day..it became strange.

Because Sukuna kept returning. At first, you thought it was a coincidence. Then maybe just a little curiosity. Then eventually, you realized he was coming specifically to see you. Some days he’d stand silently beneath the garden trees while you sorted herbs beside the healer.

Other days, he’d walk beside you through the mountain paths while you gathered flowers and medicinal roots into woven baskets. At first, you barely spoke, but eventually you started explaining things to him. “These leaves help with fevers.”

“This flower is poisonous if prepared incorrectly.” Sukuna listened quietly while watching your fingers carefully sort through plants with gentle precision. “...And this one?” he asked one afternoon while holding up a dark purple flower between clawed fingers.

You looked over briefly before immediately snatching it from his hand. “That one kills people.” Sukuna then laughed lowly. “Well,” he mused, watching you carefully place the flower away, “that explains why I've grown fond of it.” You rolled your eyes. “You shouldn’t joke about things like that.”

“and yet,” he stepped slightly closer, “you’re the one teaching me about poisonous flowers.” Warmth crawled up your neck embarrassingly fast. and Sukuna noticed immediately. From that point forward, fate seemed determined to keep pulling you toward one another. One night together turned into many. Many nights turned into another, Sukuna rarely slept deeply. Not for centuries.

Most nights consisted of silence, wandering palace halls, or sitting awake while the rest of the world foolishly believed itself safe beneath the cover of darkness. But laying there beside you tonight… sleep came easier.

The warm weight of your body rested against his chest while moonlight spilled softly across tangled sheets and exposed skin. One of your legs remained thrown lazily across his waist while your breathing brushed gently against his neck.

Sukuna’s fingers traced absentminded circles against your bare back while his crimson eyes studied your sleeping face quietly. He still found it so strange. How someone so delicate managed to quiet something so violent inside him.

Then slowly your eyes fluttered open. You smiled sleepily the second you saw him staring. “...You’re doing it again.”

“Hm?”

“Watching me sleep.” Sukuna smirked faintly. “And?” You rolled your eyes softly before hiding your face briefly against his chest. “And? it's rude to stare at a sleeping lady.”

“And yet,” his hand slid lower against your waist possessively, “you keep sleeping in my bed.” Warmth spread across your cheeks instantly. Sukuna loved that. Loved how easily he could pull reactions from you. Especially when you tried pretending he couldn’t.

Then softly your hand drifted downward. Resting against your stomach. The movement immediately caught Sukuna’s attention. For a moment neither of you spoke.

Because suddenly the reality of it settled over the room all over again. You were with child…His child. Something terrifyingly fragile and impossibly precious growing inside you. Sukuna’s gaze lowered toward your stomach quietly before he leaned down, pressing a slow kiss against it.

“You should stay here permanently,” he murmured against your skin. You blinked softly. “Hm?”

“No more clan missions.” His voice remained calm. Matter-of-fact. He spoke like the decision had already been made. “No more fighting. No more sorcerers trying to use you.” His eyes lifted toward yours again. “You’ll stay beside me.” Something warm tightened painfully in your chest. Because part of you wanted that more than anything.

Sukuna continued quietly..“You can spend your days making those ridiculous medicines you like so much.” You laughed softly. “They are not ridiculous.”

“Half of them smell terrible.”

“And half of your palace is covered in blood. We all have flaws.” That actually made him laugh. Low and rough beneath his breath. Then his hand slid over yours where it rested against your stomach. “You’ll have whatever you want.”

Your chest tightened. “Sukuna---”

“I’m serious.” The room became quieter then. “Whatever life you want.” His thumb brushed slowly against your knuckles. “You’ll never have to fight for anyone ever again.”

And there it was, that terrifying sincerity he only allowed you to see. “You’ll simply be my wife.” The words settled heavily between you. Like he truly couldn’t imagine a future anymore where you didn’t belong beside him.

Your eyes softened instantly. “…I should go speak with my father first.” Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly because he never liked your father. Never trusted him. But eventually he exhaled quietly. “Fine.”

Then he pulled you closer against him again immediately afterward. Like some instinct inside him already hated the thought of you leaving his sight. “Don’t take long.”

You smiled softly against his chest. “I won’t. I promise I’ll be back soon” and that unknowingly..became the last promise you ever made to him.

As time passed, Sukuna grew impatient. At first, he told himself you were simply talking too much. You always did that whenever emotions got involved. Maybe your father was arguing. Maybe you were trying to calm him down.

Maybe you were defending your choice. Still something restless twisted inside Sukuna’s chest. Because deep down, he couldn’t understand why there would even be conflict. Why would anyone say no to your happiness?

Especially now. Especially since you were with child...His child.The thought alone softened him for only a moment before irritation returned again. Your father had spent years trying to mold you into a weapon for the clan and Sukuna hated that.

Hated the thought of your soft hands stained with blood instead of herbs and medicine. You deserved a choice. You deserved a peaceful life. You deserved a life untouched by war. and Sukuna had every intention of giving it to you.

Finally..unable to wait any longer he left the palace. The night air was cool against his skin as he walked the familiar path you always took back to him. At first, everything seemed normal. Then….he smelled blood. Sukuna stopped instantly. Every muscle in his body locked. No. No no no---In less than a second he was there.

and suddenly the world ended, because there you were. Collapsed along the stone pathway beneath the moonlight. A pool of crimson spread endlessly beneath your body, soaking through pale silk while one trembling hand remained stretched weakly forward like you had tried to crawl away.

Two clan guards lay slaughtered nearby. Their bodies were torn apart so brutally the earth itself was stained red around them. Even dying you fought…Of course you did. Sukuna stared at you silently standing completely still.

Like his mind refused to process what his eyes were seeing. Then slowly his knees hit the ground, and the weight of the world dropped with him. Nearby homes cracked violently from the pressure of his cursed energy alone.

The earth trembled beneath him, but Sukuna barely noticed. Because his hands were already reaching for you. Carefully…far more carefully than a monster like him deserved, he lifted your body into his arms. You were still warm.

His hand immediately pressed against your stomach. Nothing. Then to your chest. Nothing. No heartbeat. No movement. No life. And somehow..the silence around him deepened.

Sukuna had always been quiet by nature. But this? This silence was unbearable. Like the entire world itself had stopped breathing alongside you. Then the memories started.

Your laugh echoing through palace halls. Your hands tangled in his robes while teasing him for being “too serious.” The way you smiled sleepily at him in the mornings. The way you whispered .. “I’ll come right back.” Sukuna’s jaw clenched violently.

Because you promised. You promised you’d come back to him. A low sound finally escaped his throat then. Not rage..Something far worse. Pure, soul-crushing grief. The kind that hollowed a man out from the inside.

Slowly Sukuna stood while holding your body bridal style against his chest. His robes became soaked with your blood almost instantly. But he didn’t care. Because everything human left inside him had died beside you on that path.

The love of his life was gone. His child…was gone, and the heart he never believed he possessed now tightened so violently inside his chest it felt unbearable. Like it might explode from the pain alone. Sukuna looked down at your lifeless face one final time.. and somewhere deep inside him something merciless awakened completely.

Humanity had stolen his world from him. Soon humanity would learn exactly what kind of mistake they had made against the King of Curses.

After your death Ryomen Sukuna became something humanity could no longer comprehend. An entire calamity. The King of Curses became the most feared name spoken across the Heian Era, his massacres so brutal entire villages prayed rather than fought when they heard he was near.

There was no mercy left in him after that night. Nothing human survived your death. Sukuna after you was empty, cold and detached. The kind of monster that slaughtered without expression and walked away without looking back.

Humanity had ripped his heart from his chest. So he spent centuries ripping the world apart in return. Clans continued offering him women afterward. Hoards and Hoards of Concubines.

Beautiful daughters dressed in silk and gold, gifted to him like peace offerings from terrified families desperate to survive his wrath. But Sukuna never touched them. Not even once.

He barely even acknowledged them. The women lived entire lifetimes within his palace untouched, unseen, unwanted. Some eventually died of old age there. None of them mattered. Because every single time Sukuna looked at another woman…all he saw was what they were not.

They were not you. They did not laugh like you. Did not speak to him like you. Did not reach for his hand in sleep like you, and worst of all..they were alive. While you weren’t. So Sukuna stopped looking at people entirely after that. Stopped allowing himself attachment. And maybe that was why the dream…no this nightmare, hurt so badly.

Because even after all this time..he still remembered exactly how it felt to lose you.

Sukuna woke abruptly. A sharp breath leaving his chest while his eyes opened instantly into darkness. For a second pure panic gripped him. Then he felt you, still sleeping soundly. Still curled safely in his arms.

Relief hit him so hard it almost hurt. Then slowly, Sukuna pulled you closer against his chest, burying his face briefly near your hair while his arm tightened around your waist possessively. Like he was reassuring himself this was real.

That you were real. Not another nightmare. Not another memory. His crimson eyes studied your sleeping face quietly for a long moment before he whispered low enough that only the darkness heard him: “I waited centuries for you to return to me, my love.” His fingers brushed softly along your cheek. “and nothing will ever take you from me again.”

But you remained completely asleep. Knocked out comfortably against him while soft morning light slowly began creeping through the curtains.

Eventually you stirred first. Your brows furrowed sleepily while sunlight warmed your face. and immediately you realized Sukuna was still there. Still holding you, one arm wrapped around your waist closing you in while his face was buried in the back of your neck.

A normal person probably would’ve panicked. Told him to get the hell out of there. Questioned why he was in their bed. But instead you felt a strange sense of comfort. Like some deep hidden part of you already knew what it felt like to wake up in his arms.

Your body almost instinctively melted deeper against him before your brain caught up. Wait. What the hell are you doing? Get it together y/n. Then you shifted slightly to sit up, and Sukuna woke almost instantly once you moved.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. Sunlight poured across both of your faces while sleep still lingered softly between you. Then finally you smiled faintly. “Get enough beauty sleep?” Sukuna stared at you lazily for a second before answering. “Plenty.”

His voice came out rough from sleep. Deep enough that warmth immediately spread through your thighs again. Then casually he reached up and brushed a strand of hair away from your face. His fingers lingered slightly too long near your cheek. “Did you?”

Your cheeks warmed embarrassingly fast. You rolled your eyes quickly to hide it. “Whatever.” Sukuna smirked faintly. Then you suddenly remembered your phone. “Oh---wait.” You sat up more fully. “Have you seen my phone?”

Sukuna pointed lazily toward the other side of the room. You climbed out of bed expecting anxiety immediately. Missed calls or more messages from Jacob. But when you finally unlocked your phone there was nothing.

Nothing from Jacob at all. Your brows furrowed slightly. “…Weird.” You honestly expected him to spam your phone after last night.

But instead you were left with silence. What you didn’t know was that every single message Jacob attempted sending now went directly to Sukuna instead. They were all blocked and intercepted. Controlled completely without your knowledge.

And somewhere far away Jacob’s phone sat abandoned and bloodstained beside a shattered shrine gate. Erased from the world so completely it almost felt like he never existed at all.

After setting your phone down onto the counter, you could still feel him staring at you. Like daggers pressing into the back of your neck. Slowly, you turned your head over your shoulder toward him. Before you could even ask what his problem was Sukuna spoke first.

“Get dressed.” His voice was low from sleep, rough enough to send warmth curling low in your stomach again. “There’s somewhere I want to take you.”

You blinked at him suspiciously. “…Why should I go anywhere with you?”

Sukuna tilted his head slightly at that. Then slowly he stepped closer. Gosh he was so broad and intimidating. “Interesting,” he murmured, crimson eyes locking onto yours, “You say that so confidently while your body is telling me something else .” The sarcasm in his tone made your eye twitch slightly.

Because he knew exactly what he was doing, and somehow that irritated you more because deep down…you did want to go. Which was ridiculous. You barely knew this man. At least that’s what you kept trying to tell yourself.

So instead, you turned quickly toward the bathroom before he could see the conflict on your face. “Fine,” you muttered. “Just give me a few minutes.”

Behind you, Sukuna smirked faintly. Then you disappeared into the bathroom. The hot water from the shower relaxed your muscles almost instantly, steam filling the room while your thoughts spiraled embarrassingly fast.

Why did you care so much what he thought today? You found yourself doing extra. Scrubbing carefully. Moisturizing from head to toe. Making sure your curls sat perfectly once you pinned them up into a messy bun. and when you finally stepped in front of the mirror afterward wearing a fitted white tank top, tiny Juicy Couture shorts, and white flip-flops your eyes drifted toward the black heart necklace resting against your skin.

Your fingers brushed against it softly. Then you stared at yourself for a long moment before quietly inhaling. “Just stop overthinking it,” you muttered under your breath. “Jacob made his choice.” And somehow saying that aloud hurt less than it should’ve.

When you finally stepped back out into the apartment Sukuna looked up immediately. His gaze dragged slowly down your body. From your damp curls. To the necklace. To the curve of your thighs beneath those tiny shorts. Then back upward again slowly, like a starved man.

His eyes stopped at the black heart resting against your chest once more, and something dark and possessive flickered across his face. Like seeing you still wearing it fed something dangerous inside him. Then finally his crimson eyes lifted back to yours.

Staring at you like something he’d been craving for centuries was finally within reach. You followed Sukuna out of your apartment building cautiously, your tote bag hanging from your shoulder while the early morning air brushed softly against your skin.

Waiting outside near the curb was a large black SUV. Sukuna walked ahead first before opening the back door for you himself. The leather seats were cool beneath your thighs as you climbed inside, adjusting your purse carefully onto your lap.

A second later, Sukuna entered beside you. The moment the door shut the driver immediately pulled away from the curb without a word. Like the destination had already been decided long before you stepped inside.

That made unease curl in your stomach instantly. Quietly, you reached for your phone. Just in case. You quickly turned your location on and sent it to Nobara.

YOU: with sukuna lol gotta be safe 😭

Almost immediately, three dots popped up.

NOBARA 💅💝: GIRL???

NOBARA 💅💝: if you come back pregnant don’t call me crying

You snorted quietly before covering your mouth. Beside you Sukuna’s gaze lowered toward your glowing phone screen immediately. “What’s funny?” You nearly choked on your laugh. “N-Nothing.” His eyes narrowed slightly. Clearly not believing a thing you said.

Embarrassed, you turned quickly toward the window instead, watching Tokyo blur past while trying to ignore how aware you suddenly were of his body sitting beside yours.

Then suddenly Sukuna spoke again. “So tell me.” His voice was low and dangerously calm. “What exactly do you see in that pathetic excuse for a man?” Your brows furrowed slightly. “…Jacob?”

The fact he even brought him up caught you completely off guard. Wait a damn minute... Was he actually jealous? You leaned back slightly into the seat before exhaling softly. “At first…” you admitted quietly, “it felt exciting.”

Sukuna remained silent beside you. So you continued. “ He’s like a Venus flytrap.” His eyebrow lifted slightly. You laughed awkwardly. “I don’t know how to explain it. It’s like…” You looked down at your hands. “You get trapped before you even realize you’re trapped.”

“And then suddenly you’re spending all your energy trying to keep someone happy who barely even notices they are killing you from the inside out.” The SUV fell quiet for a moment after that. Then Sukuna asked “So why stay?”

That question hit harder than you expected. Because honestly? You didn’t fully know anymore. Your father loved Jacob. He came from a rich family with well connections. Good for your dad’s business and the best for your future.

At least according to everyone except you. But saying all that out loud felt humiliating somehow. So instead you looked toward Sukuna suspiciously. “Why do you care?” Dangerous silence fell heavily. Because Sukuna was not used to being questioned at all.

Most people would rather die. Instead of answering he suddenly moved closer. Until your back nearly pressed against the car door.

Your breath caught instantly. One large arm draped itself across the back of the seat behind you while his other hand slid firmly against your thigh. His hand was so warm and heavy, causing your pulse to jump violently.

Then he leaned down near your ear, close enough for his breath to brush your skin. “Keep talkin to me like that and we’re going to have a very different conversation,” he murmured darkly, his large fingers firmly squeezing your thigh once, “Be grateful you don't know what's on my mind.”

Heat exploded straight into your stomach causing your thighs to instinctively press tightly together, and Sukuna noticed immediately..Of course he did. A faint smirk tugged at his mouth just as the SUV finally slowed to a stop. “We’re here.”

You blinked rapidly before looking out the window and immediately frowned. “…An abandoned hospital?” The building looked old. Half the windows were shattered while vines crawled up cracked concrete walls.The entire place looked haunted. You slowly turned toward Sukuna again. “So this is how you kill me?” He stared at you blankly. “You bring me to some creepy abandoned hospital, murder me, and dump my body in a basement somewhere?”

Sukuna stepped out of the vehicle first before glancing back at you with visible irritation. “Is there anything at all inside that head of yours?” You frowned. “If I wanted you dead,” he said coldly, “you wouldn't be standing here now.” Then he started walking away. “Now follow me.”

You quickly climbed out after him, clutching your purse tighter while unease twisted in your chest. Without even realizing it your fingers found the black heart necklace resting against your skin. Holding it instinctively, grounding yourself.

The air around the abandoned building felt… wrong. Too quiet. Like something unseen was breathing beside you. You kept glancing over your shoulder while following Sukuna deeper inside the crumbling structure. It felt like you were in a horror film as you continued following him deeper into the abandoned building…Dark hallways with flickering lights. Water dripping somewhere in the distance.

Then suddenly the atmosphere changed. The sky darkened unnaturally fast. The air pressure dropped so violently your ears popped. And before you could even process what was happening the world around you shifted.

And for the first time..you stood inside Sukuna’s domain.

Meanwhile, back at Jujutsu High Nobara, Yuji, and Megumi had just entered the classroom for morning training. Gojo sat lazily across the teacher’s desk, long legs stretched out while flipping through paperwork he clearly had no interest in actually reading.

The moment all three students walked in he tilted his head slightly. “Hm.” A grin slowly spread across his face. “Looks like we’re missing someone.”

Nobara dropped into her seat immediately. “Oh, right. Y/N’s with Sukuna.” That caught Gojo’s attention instantly. “…Is that right?” His tone shifted immediately. Yuji nodded absentmindedly while digging through snacks in his bag.

Gojo’s grin widened slowly beneath his blindfold. “How interesting.” Megumi immediately looked annoyed. “What, dude just spit it out already.” Gojo sat upright dramatically. “It’s just soooo funny how she’s conveniently absent on the exact first day she’s supposed to report here.”

Yuji blinked. “Wait… does she even know she’s supposed to start today?” The room fell quiet. Gojo tilted his head. “…Her father signed all the transfer paperwork personally himself.”

Megumi sighed instantly. “She definitely doesn’t know.” Gojo looked toward him. “And why’s that?” Megumi crossed his arms. “Because if she knew, she’d be here obviously.” That answer seemed to genuinely amuse Gojo. Nobara suddenly lifted her phone. “Well…” she said casually, “I have her location.” Three heads immediately turned toward her.

“You WHAT?” Yuji shouted. Nobara rolled her eyes. “She sent it to me earlier, idiot.” Gojo immediately clapped his hands together excitedly.“Well then!” He stood up dramatically from the seat . “Looks like we’re going on a field trip today.”

Megumi instantly facepalmed. “This is a terrible idea.”

“Probably,” Gojo agreed happily. “So let’s go.”

“We should leave them alone.” Gojo looked genuinely offended by that suggestion. “Well that wouldn’t be any fun, Megumi.” And just like that the group headed out.

Meanwhile inside the abandoned hospital.. the atmosphere felt wrong. Even the air smelled rotten. Like something had died there a very long time ago. Your arms wrapped tighter around yourself instinctively while following Sukuna deeper inside.

“…Okay,” you finally said nervously, “what exactly do you want with me?” Your voice echoed faintly through the hallway. “I don’t understand what’s happening.”

Sukuna let out a low deep and amused laugh ahead of you. “You will.” That answer only irritated you more. Then suddenly, he stopped walking, and slowly looked back toward you.

“Do you know why you were really sent to Japan?” You frowned immediately. “…Yeah?” You shifted your purse higher onto your shoulder. “I got accepted into some student exchange program.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed slightly. “And who told you that?”

“…My dad?” you said with a confused look written all over your face. “And that’s all he told you?” You opened your mouth…then paused. Because honestly? You’d never really questioned it. Your father always handled everything for you, and you trusted him.

Sukuna watched realization slowly flicker across your face before speaking again.

“Do you remember the first time we touched?” Your stomach tightened immediately. Of course you remembered. The feeling that something inside you recognized him. “That wasn’t normal,” Sukuna said quietly.

Your brows furrowed harder. “What are you talking about?” He stepped closer slowly. “You carry an abnormal amount of cursed energy.”Silence fell for a half second before you spoke again. “…I carry what?”

“You heard me.” Your heartbeat started speeding up. “No,” you laughed nervously, “okay, seriously, what the hell are you talking about? Cursed energy? Sukuna, none of this makes any sense.” His expression remained completely serious, which somehow made everything worse.

“You were sent here because they know something is awakening inside you.” Your chest tightened painfully. “What--”

“And your father knew.” Something about the certainty in his voice made panic begin crawling slowly up your spine. “No.” You shook your head immediately. “No, he wouldn’t lie to me about something like that.”

Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly. “He’s lied to you about far worse.” That irritated you instantly. “You know what?” You stepped backward. “I’m done with this.” You turned sharply. “This whole weird cryptic thing you have going on? I’m over it.”

Then you started walking away. But behind you..Sukuna spoke again. “Your mother didn’t die from illness.” You stopped instantly. The entire hallway went silent. Slowly..you turned back toward him. “…What?” Sukuna watched you carefully. “And who told you she did?”

Rage exploded through your chest instantly. “Watch your fucking mouth.” Your voice echoed harshly through the hospital. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Sukuna remained silent. “We literally just met,” you snapped. “And you think you know everything about me? You’re fucking crazy.”

Then you turned again and stormed away faster this time..until suddenly something lunged at you from the darkness. A horrifying shriek tore from your throat instantly. The creature was grotesque with twisted limbs and blackened skin with a mouth that stretched unnaturally wide.

You screamed and immediately ran straight back into Sukuna. Practically launching yourself onto him like a terrified cat. “What the FUCK IS THAT?!” Your arms wrapped around him instantly without thinking while Sukuna looked completely unbothered.

Then casually he lifted one hand, and the curse exploded into pieces instantly. Silence fell again. Your breathing came out ragged and panicked while you stared at the spot where the creature had just been.

Then slowly your eyes lifted toward Sukuna. Then back toward the blood staining the wall. Then back to Sukuna again. Your face had gone completely pale. “…I think I’m gonna be sick.”

But the second the curse exploded against the wall..another presence entered the hospital. Actually multiple. You barely had enough time to catch your breath before footsteps echoed through the dark hallway.

Then, Gojo appeared. Followed by Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara behind him. Gojo stopped the second he saw you practically clinging onto Sukuna for dear life while Sukuna stood there completely unbothered, one arm lazily around your waist.

A slow grin spread across Gojo’s face. “Well, well.” Then casually he lowered his blindfold. And for the first time you saw his eyes clearly bright blue irises, almost glowing beneath the flickering hospital lights.

Pretty enough to make your breath catch for half a second. “Look what we have here,” Gojo mused. “Skipping class already?” Slowly, you stepped down from Sukuna’s arms, confusion written all over your face. “…Class?”

You looked between all of them. “What are you talking about?” Gojo tilted his head. “You mean nobody told you?” Your stomach dropped. “Told me what?”

“You’re a Jujutsu High transfer student now.” Silence. “…I’m a what?”

“You heard me, princess.” You blinked rapidly. “No, I got transferred to---” Gojo immediately pointed dramatically. “Nope. Wrong school.”

Your face paled slightly. “My dad said--”

“Your dad,” Gojo interrupted lightly, “signed all your paperwork over to Jujutsu High himself sweet heart.”The entire hallway suddenly felt too small. “What the hell is Jujutsu High?”

Nobody answered immediately…and somehow that terrified you more. Your hands immediately grabbed your phone. “No.” You quickly called your father.

Ring.

Voicemail.

Your chest tightened painfully, so you called again. Straight to voicemail again . Now panic was setting in. You texted him immediately.

YOU: Call me. Now. YOU: What the hell is going on?

Then slowly you lowered the phone, and looked around at everyone.

Sukuna.

Gojo.

Megumi.

Nobara.

Yuji.

All of them standing there while you clearly knew absolutely nothing. “…Can someone catch me up to speed?” your voice cracked slightly. “Because clearly everybody knows something I don’t.” You glanced toward Nobara and Yuji. “I’m really not loving my friends keeping secrets from me right now.”

Yuji immediately lifted his hands. “Hey! I didn’t know either!”

“Same,” Megumi muttered. Nobara crossed her arms awkwardly. “We literally just found out today.”

Your head turned slowly toward Sukuna. And suddenly ,everything he’d been saying earlier replayed in your head. You were sent here for a reason.

Fear began climbing slowly up your spine. Then before you could say anything else Gojo suddenly vanished. Your eyes widened instantly because one second he was standing several feet away then the next second he was directly in front of you.

A violent pulse of cursed energy exploded outward from him. “Guess this’ll catch you up to speed.” Your body moved before your mind did. Pure instinct took over .You barely processed Gojo’s hand moving toward you before something inside your chest violently reacted.

Pain exploded through your body. You were thrown backward instantly. Your body slammed hard against the cracked hospital floor as air escaped your lungs violently. You coughed hard while scrambling backward. “What the hell was THAT?!” Gojo stepped toward you again calmly. “Now you understand why this needs to happen.”

Beside him, Sukuna looked one second away from murder. “She needs to learn,” Gojo continued. “Because if she doesn’t understand her cursed energy, it’ll consume her eventually.”

You barely even heard him , your pulse thundered violently in your ears. Your body felt like electricity was crawling beneath your skin. Then Gojo moved again. This time, you saw it.

Your body reacted automatically. You dodged him smoothly, like you’d trained for it your entire life. Everyone froze, Including you. Because you knew damn well you shouldn’t have been able to move like that. “What--” Then suddenly..your body counterattacked.

Your hand lashed outward instinctively, and a catastrophic wave of cursed energy erupted from your body. The hospital shook violently causing the walls to crack instantly.

The pressure alone blasted everyone backward several feet. Yuji crashed into a hospital bed. Nobara cursed loudly. Megumi immediately summoned Divine Dogs defensively. Even Gojo’s smile disappeared for a split second.

Because the cursed energy pouring from your body felt ancient. Beautiful and terrifying at the same time leaving everyone speechless in shock . You stared at your own trembling hands in horror. “I-I don’t--” Your voice broke. “What’s happening to me?”

The energy around you continued surging violently. Then suddenly..your vision blurred. The room tilted sideways. Your knees buckled instantly. “I think…” Your body swayed weakly. “…I think I’m gonna faint---” and then everything went black.

Before your body could hit the ground, Sukuna caught you instantly. One arm beneath your legs. The other against your back. Holding you securely against his chest. The look he gave Gojo afterward was genuinely murderous.

Gojo immediately lifted his hands. “Hey!” A nervous laugh escaped him. “Told you I was going to take it easy on her.” Sukuna’s cursed energy darkened the entire hallway instantly. “The next time,” he said coldly, “I won’t stand there and watch.”

Then without another word, Sukuna adjusted you higher against his chest and turned away. “Let’s go.” The entire ride back remained silent and not the peaceful kind, it was heavy. The kind stuffed full of unanswered questions nobody seemed brave enough to ask out loud.

You remained unconscious across Sukuna’s lap the entire drive, your head resting against his chest while one of his large hands stayed firmly against your waist protectively.

Nobody missed it. Not the way his grip tightened anytime the vehicle hit a bump. Not the way his eyes never left your face once.. and definitely not the murderous tension still lingering in the SUV after what happened inside the hospital.

Even Gojo stayed unusually quiet. Though the faint smirk resting against his mouth made it obvious he was thinking far too hard about something. When the SUV finally pulled up outside the apartment building, Sukuna stepped out first while still carrying you effortlessly in his arms.

Yuji quickly rushed forward. “I got her.” Sukuna stared at him for a second before finally handing you over reluctantly. Like he genuinely disliked letting go.

Then he turned back to the SUV like something was on his mind, but couldn’t find the words to explain..nor did he want to. “I’ll be back later.” Something about the way he said it made Yuji hesitate slightly.

But before anyone could ask, Sukuna disappeared…and suddenly the air felt lighter. “…That guy is terrifying,” Yuji muttered quietly while carrying you upstairs. “He’s worse when he’s emotionally attached,” Gojo said casually.

Megumi immediately looked toward him. “…You noticed it too.” “Oh please,” Gojo scoffed while following them inside. “He practically growls anytime someone gets too close to her.” Nobara blinked. “…Wait, that’s actually true.”

Inside the apartment, Yuji carefully laid you down onto the couch. A little less carefully than Sukuna probably would’ve appreciated. “Geez,” Gojo sighed dramatically while sitting beside you, “careful with the merchandise.”

Yuji immediately looked horrified. “DON’T CALL HER THAT.”

Gojo ignored him completely. Instead, he gently lifted your legs onto his lap while leaning back against the couch thoughtfully, fingers resting beneath his chin. For once, he actually looked serious. “…How interesting,” he murmured quietly.

Megumi crossed his arms nearby. “What is?” Gojo’s bright blue eyes narrowed slightly toward your sleeping form. “She has no idea.”Silence fell.

“She doesn’t even know what cursed energy is,” Nobara said softly. “Exactly.” Gojo’s smile faded slightly. “And yet her body reacted automatically.” The room grew quieter.

Yuji scratched the back of his neck awkwardly. “So… what exactly does that mean?” Gojo leaned back against the couch slowly. “It means somebody hid the truth from her intentionally.”

Then after a pause..he smiled again. Dangerously this time. “But luckily for us…” His eyes lifted toward the ceiling thoughtfully. “…I know exactly who has the answers.”

Megumi immediately sighed. “Good luck getting anything out of Sukuna.” Gojo laughed softly. “Oh, if he cares about keeping her alive…” His grin widened. “He’ll talk eventually.”

Jacob woke choking on blood…Pain consumed every inch of his body. His ribs were broken. One of his eyes was swollen shut. Blood dripped steadily from his split lip while several missing teeth rested somewhere beside him on the cold floor.

For a moment, panic flooded him violently as he tried to move until he heard crying. A familiar cry. “Heather…?” His head snapped toward the sound and there she was. Heather. Your childhood best friend. The same best friend who had been sleeping with him behind your back while smiling in your face like nothing was wrong.

and now…she was chained beside him too. Trembling. Sobbing Hysterically like someone terrified for their dear life. Jacob looked around frantically afterward. There was nothing ,No walls, no sky. No exits.

Only darkness stretching endlessly in every direction like they had been dragged into some endless void.

Until, he looked up…and his blood ran cold. At the top of towering stone steps sat a throne crafted entirely from bones. And seated upon it, like a king overseeing his execution was Ryomen Sukuna.

One arm rested lazily against the throne while his head leaned against his hand, crimson eyes staring down at Jacob with complete indifference.

Like he was less than human. Less than dirt for a matter of fact. Then finally..Sukuna spoke.“Are you finished yet?” His deep voice echoed endlessly throughout the shrine.

Jacob’s breathing became uneven immediately. Sukuna slowly rose from the throne. Each step downward felt suffocating. Like death itself was approaching them calmly.

“You cry quite a lot,” Sukuna mused lowly. “Interesting for someone who enjoys torturing the love of my life...” Jacob coughed violently. Blood splattered onto the floor beneath him. Sukuna then stopped directly in front of him. Towering over him completely. “Doesn’t feel very good, does it?”

His voice remained terrifyingly calm. “Wondering why she ignored you all day.”

“Wondering what she was doing while you entertained countless whores to soothe that pathetic little ego of yours.”

Jacob clenched his jaw weakly. “You don’t know shit---”

“Oh, but I do.” Sukuna crouched slightly now, eyes narrowing coldly. “You never loved her.” Silence. “You loved being chosen by her.” Jacob froze.

“You loved that someone beautiful looked at you and decided you were worth something.” Sukuna’s expression darkened slightly. “But the second she stopped begging for your attention…” His lips slowly curled into something cruel. “You panicked like the weak little bitch you are.” Jacob’s face twisted violently. “Shut the fuck up--”

“Please!”Heather’s sobbing interrupted him. She was crying so hard she could barely breathe. “Please don’t hurt him!” Jacob turned toward her in disbelief. “Heather--” “I’ll do anything!” she cried desperately. “Please!”

A low mocking laugh escaped Sukuna.Then slowly, he turned toward her. “Oh?” His crimson eyes narrowed slightly. “Is that how you feel?”

Heather froze when Sukuna stepped closer. One sharp nail tilted beneath her throat gently. And instantly, she broke. “It was him!” she screamed immediately. “Jacob pursued me first!”

Jacob’s eyes widened. “Heather, shut the fuck up!”

“He talked about her constantly!” Heather sobbed hysterically. “He said she was a spoiled bitch ! That she acted like some perfect little princess!” Jacob thrashed violently against the chains. “SHUT UP!”

“He hated how much attention she got online!” Heather cried. “Every time anyone commented on her pictures he’d lose his mind!” Sukuna remained completely silent while listening. “He said he wanted to break her down,” Heather whispered brokenly. “He hated that everyone wanted her…” Jacob looked genuinely terrified now.

But Sukuna was listening quietly and calmly. Like every word simply confirmed something he already knew. Then finally…Sukuna spoke again. “Do you know how long I’ve been empty?” Jacob went still. “For centuries.” The shrine darkened slightly around them. “I searched for her across lifetimes.”

Sukuna’s eyes lowered briefly.“And you…” For the first time…emotion cracked through his voice. Not rage but Something far, far worse. Grief. “You dared caused y/n to feel pain..intentionally.”

Silence consumed the shrine afterward. Jacob’s mouth opened slightly, but no words came out. Because finally…he understood. This was never another jealous man. Never another boyfriend. He had been competing against something ancient…Something inhuman.

A monster wearing human skin, and there was no escaping it.

Sukuna stared at him for one final moment. Then…he got bored. Jacob barely even saw the movement. One second Sukuna stood there calmly. The next..blood splattered violently across the shrine floor.

Jacob’s body collapsed in pieces. Like his existence had been erased faster than it could process death itself.

Heather screamed. A horrifying, broken scream. and slowly…Sukuna turned toward her. Raised his hand.

Silence. Then she fell too. The shrine became even quietier afterward. Only blood spreading slowly beneath Sukuna’s feet.

He stared at it silently…Waiting. Expecting some kind of relief or satisfaction. But none of it came. Because killing Jacob changed nothing. It didn’t erase your pain. Didn’t undo the betrayal. Didn’t silence the grief that had rotted inside him for centuries.

And worst of all…it didn’t fill the emptiness you left behind when the world tore you away from him all those lifetimes ago. That void still existed within him. And Sukuna realized then…you were never simply the missing piece of his life.

You had become the only thing tethering what remained of his soul together at all.

You woke up suddenly. A sharp breath tearing from your lungs while grief crashed into your chest so violently it almost hurt.

Your eyes snapped open to nothing but Darkness. Your heartbeat thundered painfully while unfamiliar sorrow lingered heavily inside your body like it belonged there. But why?

Your chest tightened strangely. Like you had just lost something….or someone. Slowly, you sat upright on the couch, pressing a hand against your chest while trying to calm your breathing.

“…What the hell?” The apartment was quiet. You grabbed your phone immediately. Still nothing from Jacob, and honestly? That hurt more than you wanted to admit.

Then another notification caught your attention.

YUJI 😭 : BRB getting ramen

A second message followed immediately after.

YUJI 😭 : left u snacks 👍

You slowly looked up. Sitting on the coffee table…was one singular bag of chips. You stared at it blankly. “…Of course he did.” Despite yourself, a tiny laugh escaped you. Then silence returned again.

and unfortunately..your thoughts came rushing back. The hospital..Gojo. That thing attacking you. The cursed energy. The way your body moved on its own. The wave that exploded from your hands.

Slowly…you looked down at your palms.“…What are you?” The thought alone made your stomach twist. You immediately shook your head. No. Absolutely not. You were NOT about to end up on TikTok at three in the morning listening to some conspiracy theorist explain cursed spirits with Subway Surfers gameplay underneath.

You wanted real answers. And right now..there was only one thing your brain could think to do.

Research.

Twenty minutes later, you had thrown on an oversized hoodie, shoved your wallet into your pocket, and tightened the hood over your curls while your AirPods played softly in your ears. The nearest library was only about a ten-minute walk.

So that’s where you went. Hands shoved deep into your hoodie pockets, you walked quietly through Tokyo streets while your thoughts spiraled endlessly.

Unfortunately…most of those thoughts kept circling back to Sukuna. His voice. His eyes. The way he held you like you belonged there. Like your body resting against his somehow felt natural to him. The memory made heat creep embarrassingly up your neck.

Then immediately…you shut the thought down. Absolutely not. That was exactly how you felt about Jacob in the beginning too, and look how that turned out. You weren’t stupid enough to fall into that trap again.…Right?

Still, you kept thinking about Sukuna anyway. His body. His hands. His lips. The terrifying way he looked at you like he already owned you. You groaned softly to yourself. “This is so bad.” By the time you finally reached the library, your brain already felt exhausted.

The historical section was nearly empty this late in the day. Quietly, you wandered through old shelves until certain titles started catching your attention.

The Heian Era.

Ancient Japanese Folklore.

Spiritual Manifestations.

Then..another title. The Gift of Cursed Energy. Your fingers froze against the spine. Slowly, you pulled the book free…Your stomach tightened again. You checked the books out quickly despite the clerk giving you an odd look the entire time.

But the second you turned toward the library exit, you stopped. Because parked directly outside..was the black SUV.

And leaning casually against it, with the rear passenger door already open, stood Sukuna. His head tilted slightly the moment he saw you. Like he’d been expecting this.

Your annoyance instantly returned. You walked toward him immediately. “How did you find me here?” Sukuna smirked faintly. You narrowed your eyes. “Are you gonna hide that from me too?”

He tilted his head slightly further. “I’ll tell you anything you want to know.” Your brows lifted skeptically. “I bet you would.” Then you walked right past him. Or at least…you tried to.

Because Sukuna’s next words stopped you instantly. “Don’t you want to know what you are?” Your footsteps halted. Then Slowly, you turned your head over your shoulder toward him.

His crimson eyes locked onto yours immediately. “You promise?” you asked quietly. You pointed directly at him. “No more secrets.” For once, Sukuna’s expression softened slightly. “I promise.”

You hesitated…Then sighed. “…Fine.” A victorious little smirk tugged at Sukuna’s mouth instantly. The ride back remained quiet. But the tension was so thick it almost felt like it was suffocating you. Like something huge sat between both of you waiting to explode eventually.

Then finally, the SUV stopped outside your apartment building again. Sukuna looked toward you calmly. “How long do you need?” You frowned. “…For what?”

“To pack.”..Silence. You blinked slowly. “…Excuse me?”

“How long,” Sukuna repeated calmly, “do you need to pack your things?” You stared at him like he’d lost his mind. “I’m not packing anything.” You gestured toward the apartment building outside. “This is my apartment. My dad paid a full year for this place and I’m damn sure using it.”

The atmosphere inside the SUV shifted instantly, dangerously. Suddenly--- Sukuna’s hand slammed against the side of the seat beside your head hard enough to make you jump violently.

Your breath caught. Then immediately, his fingers wrapped around your chin firmly. Tilting your face upward until you had no choice but to look directly into his eyes. “Go pack your things.”

Heat rushed violently through your body at the tone alone. His tone was absolutely certain. Like he fully expected obedience,and there you were giving it to him. Then while still holding your chin...Sukuna casually opened the passenger door beside you.

Cold air rushed inside instantly. “I’ll give you five minutes.” Your eyes widened.

“Five minutes to pack my entire apartment?!” Sukuna’s thumb brushed slowly against your jaw. And the faintest smirk crossed his face. “If you’re not downstairs by then…” His crimson eyes darkened slightly. “…I’ll come get you myself.”

As you walked back into the apartment building, your heartbeat still hadn’t calmed down. …You were already planning your escape. The second you got upstairs, you were gonna lock the door, block Sukuna’s number, crawl into bed, and pretend none of this was happening.

Because the way he made you feel? It was getting dangerous. Every word out of his mouth somehow sank beneath your skin deeper than it should have…and that terrified you.

No…you needed answers first. That’s all this was. Answers. That’s what you kept telling yourself while stepping off the elevator and walking toward your apartment door.

You unlocked it quickly, then froze. Every single one of your belongings was already packed neatly beside the front entrance.

Your suitcase. Your clothes. Your books. Even your skincare products. All packed. Your stomach dropped instantly. And standing calmly in the middle of your apartment…was a woman.

White hair, wearing a traditional robe and still as a statue. Your pulse jumped violently. “Who are you?”

The woman immediately lowered her head respectfully. “My apologies, my lady.” Your brows furrowed harder. “…Why did you touch my stuff?” The woman lifted her head slowly then.

And the look in her eyes genuinely startled you for a second…Like she was staring at something holy. “He instructed me to pack your belongings,” she answered calmly.You blinked. “…He?”

“My lord Sukuna” The way she said his name sounded almost sacred. Like devotion carved into bone. “And you just…” You gestured wildly toward your apartment. “Thought this was normal?!”

The woman tilted her head slightly. “…Yes.” That somehow irritated you even more. Yet at the same time…you were too mentally exhausted to keep fighting anymore. Everything felt upside down. Your dad lied to you. You apparently had cursed energy. People were hiding things from you.

and somehow the one person giving you partial answers was the terrifying man currently waiting outside in a black SUV…. You didn’t know who to trust anymore. Not even Sukuna.

But at least with him..you knew he was dangerous. Slowly, you inhaled deeply before straightening yourself back up. “…Thank you,” you muttered awkwardly to the woman.

She bowed immediately. Then quietly..you grabbed your things and headed back downstairs. Outside, Sukuna already stood beside the SUV waiting.

The passenger door open. Like he knew you’d come back. Your eyes narrowed slightly at him before climbing silently into the vehicle anyway. The second you sat down, a low rumble left Sukuna’s chest. Almost satisfied. “That’s my good girl.” Heat rushed instantly through your body.

You hated how much that affected you. Sukuna climbed in beside you afterward, shutting the door softly behind him. Then silence again….the kind so thick it felt tangible.

You looked at him. He looked at you. Neither of you speaking. Neither of you looking away. Until finally… the engine turning over broke the tension slightly. Sukuna’s gaze lowered absentmindedly then, toward your neck. The black heart necklace still rested against your skin.

Still worn willingly. His throat tightened subtly. Then quietly, he looked away toward the window. Because for the first time in centuries..that endless emptiness inside him no longer felt quite as unbearable.

And slowly, piece by piece…

the void inside the King of Curses began filling again.

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The Sound of You

Masterlist

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — Kim Namjoon records the little pieces of you—the hums, the soft-spoken thoughts, the joy in your laugh—and turns them into a love song only he gets to keep. One night, he lets you hear it… then lays you down and makes you feel every note.

𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — Namjoon x Black!Reader (Married AU)

𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 — 3.5k

Warnings! FLUFF! soft and sensual intimacy, married domestic bliss, established relationship, Namjoon being hopelessly in love (as always), NSFW! SMUT (18+), soft dom!Namjoon, switch!reader, unprotected PIV (they're married, praise kink,

You don’t know it yet, but you’ve been the star of Namjoon’s favorite playlist for months.

It starts like any other Tuesday night—slippers too big for your feet, your curls wrapped up in that old satin scarf with the loose seam, and a mug of lukewarm ginger tea you keep reheating and forgetting. There’s jazz floating from the living room speaker, mingling with the scent of bergamot and the soft scratch of a pen as you journal in bed.

Namjoon is somewhere in the house, probably in his studio, probably lost in his head, probably thinking of you.

You hum to yourself as you write—an unconscious melody you don't think much about, a hybrid between something you heard at the shop today and your favorite song. Just something to fill the quiet.

But he’s listening.

Of course he is.

You don't notice the soft creak of the bedroom door or the way he hovers for a second before slipping inside. You don’t see the fond smile tugging at his lips or how his hand stays curled around something behind his back.

"Whatchu doin'?" he asks in a sing-song voice, all deep and casual, and it make your skin warm.

You glance up at him, grinning, replying in the same tone. “Writin'.”

“Mm.” He tilts his head, dark eyes playful. “What’s the topic tonight? The meaning of life? How to get out of going to the grocery store?”

You snort, and the smile he gives you in return is so soft, so sweet, dimples deepening as it widens.

He rounds the bed and plants a soft kiss on your temple. You close your eyes for a beat. That’s your favorite thing—him, his kisses on your skin.

He pulls back, but your eyes stay closed.

“You okay?” he asks after a beat, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. His voice is always gentle with you, but there’s something extra tender in it tonight.

“Mm,” you hum, leaning into his touch. “Just tired. Long day.” You open your eyes and offer him a smile. “How was your day?”

“Long.” You make a noise of sympathy, and he smiles, tucking a stray coil under your scarf. “But I like it when we’re tired together.”

You giggle, and it’s the most beautiful thing he's ever heard. That’s a lie, though; he thinks everything about you is beautiful.

“Okay, I think you’re getting sappy again,” you tease, but it comes out more affectionate than you intended.

“Hey,” he says with mock offense. “I’m not sappy. I’m—”

“A sap,” you interrupt, and then you’re giggling again, and so is he, and you’re so caught up in it, you don’t notice the way his eyes flick to the recorder still clutched in his hand, a secret smile playing on his lips.

When you finish laughing, he kisses your forehead, lingering for a moment before pulling away. “You hungry?” he asks, eyes on you.

“Not really,” you say. “Why? Are you?” He shakes his head, but he looks at you like there’s more he wants to say, so you add, “I can make us something if you’re hungry.”

“No, I’m okay. I just wanted to make sure you ate.”

You roll your eyes fondly. “I ate,” you assure him.

He eyes you skeptically, and you roll your eyes again, laughing as you do. “I swear!” you say, holding your hands up. “Scout's honor.”

He narrows his eyes. “You were never a scout.”

You shrug. “Well, I would’ve been a great one.”

He laughs and shakes his head. “I bet,” he says fondly, and then leans down and kisses the spot behind your ear, and your eyes flutter at the feeling.

Just then, you remember your cold cup of tea, already nudging your mug toward him. “Can you reheat this for me?” you ask, looking up at him with puppy-dog eyes.

He chuckles, takes the mug, and disappears down the hall giving you a glimpse of something silver in his hand. You don’t think twice about it.

Not until ten minutes later, when the tea is back in your hands and he’s crawling into bed beside you with something clutched in his palm—a small recorder, silver and square, like one of those journalist gadgets from old dramas.

“…What’s that?” you ask as he climbs the bed.

His smile is still sweet, but now it’s got something extra to it—something sly and mischievous. He settles next to you under the covers, but instead of pulling you into his arms like he usually does, he stays on his side, his head propped in his hand.

“What's what?” he asks innocently, but his eyes are twinkling in the light. You raise your brows, looking pointedly at the thing in his hand. He pretends to follow your gaze, his lips tugging up. “Oh,” he says, “this.”

You nod, and your brow furrows. “What is it?” you ask again.

He doesn’t say anything else. Just smiles. And presses play.

Your voice spills into the room. Soft and unfiltered. You’re humming—off-key, a little breathless, probably while folding laundry or talking to yourself in the kitchen. The next clip is you reading out loud from your favorite book—the same chapter you always go back to when your soul feels heavy.

You hadn’t even realized he’d been near you then. You sound different through the recorder—dreamy, soft around the edges, like your voice had melted into the walls.

You blink. “Namjoon…”

“Wait,” he whispers, nudging closer. Another clip plays. You’re laughing—full, unrestrained, that specific laugh you only let loose when you think no one’s watching. The one that sounds like you’re gasping for joy, because it caught you by surprise.

There are more clips of you—singing loud and off-key in the shower, humming in the car (that one road trip you wnt on together), muttering to yourself in another room.

Your voice fills the room, and Namjoon's eyes fill with something sweet as he watches the confusion melt into awe as he lets you in on the little project he's been working on since you became his wife.

His eyes find you again, and there’s a small, proud smile as the next clip plays. He must’ve recorded this one a few weeks ago, when he had to stay at the studio all night, and you missed him so bad, you took a cab to pick him up, and the two of you ended up "sleeping" in his office.

The moans and soft whines that come through the recording are unmistakably yours. Your eyes go wide, and your hand flies to your face in shock. “Namjoon—”

“I love how you sound when we’re like that,” he cuts in, his voice so gentle as you feel your cheeks heat up. He pulls your hand from your face and threads his fingers through yours. “All of it. The little sighs, the moans, the way you breathe my name.” His eyes are so sincere, you forget to be embarrassed. “It’s my favorite song in the world.”

You blink, and he pulls his thumb across your cheek, soft as a cloud. “And I love how soft you are when you’re happy. And the way your voice gets all low and raspy when you wake up. And—” he breaks off, shaking his head. He pulls you into his arms and buries his face in your neck. “Your voice,” he breathes against your skin, “it’s my peace. It’s what I want to hear before I fall asleep. The last thing I want to hear every night. I used to fall asleep with a podcast or white noise. Now I use you.” He smiles. “You’re my favorite sound in the world.” He kisses your neck, your collarbone, then looks up at you again. “And I wanted to make you something to remind you of that.” His smile softens. “So I made you a playlist. Of all the different ways you sound. So you can hear it too.”

You’re silent, trying to process. It’s sweet, the most romantic thing he’s ever done for you, and you can’t believe he’s been putting this together without your knowing for all these months.

You blink rapidly, trying not to cry as your heart melts in your chest. “That sounds… very creepy and very romantic.”

Namjoon laughs, the kind that rumbles in his chest and makes your knees weak. “I asked myself if it was creepy. Then I realized I’m in love with you and we're married, so it cancels out.”

You shake your head, grinning even as your heart hammers. “You’re insane.”

“I know,” he whispers, reaching out to brush your coils off your forehead. “Insane for you.” You roll your eyes at the cheesiness, but your heart is doing somersaults in your chest.

You can’t remember the last time someone listened to you just to hear you. Just to be near the parts of you that weren’t polished or filtered or pretty.

You feel a lump form in your throat, but you swallow it back down and say, “Thank you.” And then, softer, “I love it.”

Then you surge forward and kiss him. There’s no warning. No hesitation. Just your mouth on his, urgent and tender all at once, like your heart couldn’t contain it any longer.

He catches you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you fully into his lap. You melt against him, your arms around his shoulders, and you feel his smile against your mouth.

He breaks away, his nose brushing yours, his eyes searching. “I love you,” he murmurs, and a heat blooms in your stomach at the intensity with which he says it. Like he'll die if he doesn't lay the words at your feet. His own sweet death.

“I love you too,” you say, and you sound breathless, but you can’t help it. This kind of devotion has a way of taking you apart so he can put you back together.

You lean forward and capture his lips again, and this time it’s slower, deeper.

His large hands cup your face, his thumbs brushing your cheeks in that reverent way of his. When his tongue slides against yours, it’s not rushed or sloppy. It’s intimate. You want to crawl inside him and never leave.

He moans into your mouth, low and warm. His teeth drag along your bottom lip, gentle but teasing, and then he sucks it into his mouth, savoring it. Hungry but patient.

And then he’s leaning back, pulling you with him until you're sprawled over his chest, your hands planted on either side of his head, your knees framing his waist.

He kisses you again, deeper this time, one hand sliding up under the hem of the oversized shirt you’re wearing—his shirt—and tracing slow, lazy circles into the skin of your back. His other hand settles on your thigh, warm and steady, stroking slowly up and down, squeezing gently on the softness there.

“I wanna ride you,” you pant against his mouth, breath hot between you.

Namjoon moans—actually moans—at your words, his hand on your thigh giving a hard squeeze before he moves it to your hips. His fingers tighten at the small of your back, breath hitching.

“Yeah,” he says, voice already wrecked. “Yeah, baby, whatever you want.”

He’s already pushing your shorts down your hips with shaking hands, his lips ghosting over your collarbone, your shoulder, any part of you he can reach while you shift to help him.

The fabric pools at your knees before you kick them off, and then his hands slide over the curve of your ass, giving it a soft squeeze that makes you shiver. Your thighs go up in flames when he slides a hand between them, dragging his knuckles against the wet lace there.

You gasp, your fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Already wet for me?” he asks, a smirk in his voice as he mouths down your neck.

You nod, your breath coming out in short little bursts. “Mm.”

“Mm,” he echoes, and you can feel him smile against your skin. His middle finger strokes you through your panties, teasing your clit, your thighs shaking as he drags it up and down your slit. The wet fabric rasps against the sensitive skin, and you hiss, your head dropping forward to rest on his shoulder.

He sucks in a sharp breath at your reaction, his body tensing under you. “You're sensitive,” he mumbles against your skin.

“Mhm,” you agree, grinding your hips down, chasing that pressure.

“You ready for me?” he rasps, and you nod, pushing up onto your elbows so he can pull his sweats down and kick them off. He never takes his eyes off you as he does it, not wanting to miss even a second of you.

You drink him in. The thick muscle of his chest and shoulders, the sharp line of his collarbone, the veins that run down his arms.

You sit back, reaching down to stroke him. He sucks in a breath, his hands gripping the sheets on either side of him as your fingers slide down his length. You watch as his stomach flexes, his hips jerking, his throat bobbing.

“Fuck, baby," he breathes, and you look up at him in time to see his eyes flutter closed, his head dropping back. "You're so good to me,” He’s a sight—eyes glossy and heavy-lidded, lips swollen from your kisses, his cheeks flushed the prettiest pink. You want to fuck him until he’s incoherent. Until he can't think of anything but you.

You shift, straddling one of his thighs, the rough muscle of it rubbing against your clit through your underwear. His hips kick up, his cock brushing against you, and you gasp at the contact. You want him inside you. So. Fucking. Bad.

You roll your hips, grinding on his thigh as he pants beneath you. He watches, fascinated, as you ride his leg, your fingers sliding under the hem of your shirt to bring it up and over your head, tossing it across the room.

He doesn't hesitate before palming one of your breasts, rolling your nipple between his fingers. You whimper, and his eyes go dark at the sound. “God, you're beautiful,” he groans, and then he's sitting up, pulling your breast into his mouth. The wet heat of his tongue makes you cry out, your fingers threading over his buzzcut as he laves at your skin with soft, tender strokes.

When he pulls away, he's smirking that boyish smirk you love so much, before he kisses the valley between your breasts. You sigh, your body melting under the sweet, steady heat of his hands, his mouth.

"I want it," you moan, rolling your hips.

"Yeah?" he murmurs against your chest, his fingers moving to tug your panties to the side, dragging his finger through your slit. "Want my cock, baby?"

You nod, biting your lip.

And he's never denied you anything, not since the moment he met you.

He grips himself at the base, a shiver rolling through him at his own touch, and then he’s stroking your entrance with his tip, teasing.

“Namjoon…” you whine, trying to move down onto him, but he’s got you firmly in his hands. He laughs, the sound raspy and delicious and going straight to your core.

“Patience,” he murmurs, his tongue sweeping out to wet his lips. “Gonna give it to you, baby. I promise.”

You groan in frustration, but the sound quickly turns to one of relief as he notches himself against you and slowly, slowly presses forward. His eyes close, his mouth dropping open on a moan, and you feel him shudder under you, his grip tightening on your hips as you sink down, down, down.

You moan too, the fullness making your head drop back, your walls fluttering around him, adjusting. You feel yourself stretch to accommodate him, feel every inch as he fills you, slow and deep, until your hips are flush against his.

It’s so much. So full.

“Fuck,” you breathe, your voice high and shaky. Your thighs tremble around him, and Namjoon’s hands find your hips, gripping you steady, his breath ragged as his wedding band indents into your skin, leaving a mark.

His eyes are fixed on you, glassy and wide, “Shit, baby,” he huffs out. “So fucking wet.”

“Mm… yeah,” you moan. “Just for you.”

He nods, his eyes rolling a little, his jaw slack as he looks up at you from under his lashes.

You start to roll your hips in a slow, experimental circle, a breathy moan slipping from your lips at the delicious friction it creates. You do it again, his hands on your hips to guide you, until you find a rhythm that has you both trembling.

“Shit—” he gasps, trying not to grip too hard, using every ounce of control he has.“You feel… fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You lean forward again, bracing your hands on his chest. He’s so warm beneath you, the heat of his skin like a hearth, and the way he looks at you—wide-eyed, reverent, wrecked—has your pussy clenching around him. Warm, wet and so fucking tight.

He moans at the sensation, his hips kicking up, and you do it again. Another clench, another moan.

“Stop that,” he half-laughs, half-groans, his eyes glossy and heavy. He reaches up and cups your cheeks, his thumb brushing your bottom lip. “Or I’m gonna come.”

“Yeah?” you ask, a smirk in your voice, your hips moving in a slow grind. He moans again, his eyes falling shut. “You like that?” you whisper, rolling your hips again, clenching again, milking another moan out of him.

You don't give him a chance to respond before you're picking up the pace, rolling your hips faster, the slick slide of your gummy walls wrapped around him, making you both moan. You're so wet, he can feel it dripping down to his balls as he bobs inside you, filling you completely.

“God, you’re so fucking wet,” he breathes. “So good for me, baby. So tight.” His hips are jerking up, matching your movements, his face flushed with pleasure.

You reach down and stroke your clit, moaning when the pleasure zings up your spine. It's so sensitive, it makes your thighs shake, but it feels so good, and you can't stop, rubbing slow circles as you move on him. Your walls start fluttering, the heat in your belly coiling tighter.

“You gonna come for me?” he groans.

You nod, the breathy whine you let out making his hips jerk, his own hands shaking as they find your hips again to move you faster on him.

“Good girl,” he pants, his eyes falling to where he's disappearing inside you. "Pussy's taking it so well. Come on, baby. Just like that.” He’s rambling now, his words messy and broken up by gasps. "Wanna feel you come on my cock."

You whimper, your eyes squeezing shut as your head drops forward. You focus on your clit, rubbing it faster, your hips rolling and rolling and rolling until you feel it, that sweet release, the heat flooding your belly, your thighs shaking, your pussy clenching, clenching, clench—

“Yes!,” you cry, your orgasm taking over, making your muscles go weak. He catches you, his arms banding around your back as he holds you to him, your forehead pressing to his shoulder. “Fuck,” you whine. “N-Namjoon…”

"I got you,” he breathes into your scarf, his voice wrecked and warm. “I got you, baby.” He takes over, his own orgasm building, the heat twisting up his spine, making his stomach muscles tighten.

He fucks up into you, fast and frantic, and when he comes, he makes the most beautiful sound—part cry, part moan, his eyes squeezing shut, his entire body shuddering under yours. You feel the hot rush of his release flooding your insides, whimpering at the warmth of it, the wetness.

He pants, his eyes opening, and when they meet yours, you see your future in them. Your forever. And then he’s leaning forward, pulling you to him for a kiss. You give him your mouth, your tongue sliding across his, soft and gentle and so in love.

When he pulls away from you, he doesn’t go far. Just enough to cup your cheek and smile. “Hi,” he whispers.

You smile, a little breathless. “Hi.”

He grins, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. "That was fun."

“Mmhmm.” You hum in agreement.

“We should do it again,” he adds, a sly grin on his face. You laugh, your eyes falling shut again, and you press a kiss to the base of his neck.

“You’re insatiable,” you mumble against his skin.

“Only for you,” he murmurs as always. You smile, kissing the spot again, and he hums, his hand moving to trace slow circles on the small of your back.

“I want to hear it again,” you whisper into his skin, your voice small and shy. He knows exactly what you mean.

"Yeah?" he asks, already leaning over to pick the recorder up from the bedside table where he left it. You nod, and he pulls you closer, your chest on his.

He presses play, and your voice fills the room, soft and sweet. His arms tighten around you, his nose buried in your curls, your scent filling his head. And you let yourself drift off to the sound of your voice.

His favorite sound in the world.

- Moon ⋆.˚ ☾ .⭒˚

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Namjoon 🤎

spicybutterfly

Baby, Oh Please ₊˚‧︵‿ Park Jimin

♡ Summary: Jimin, your best friend of many years, loves you with his entire being. One night when your boyfriend decides to act up again, he makes it his mission to show you why you should be with him instead.

♡ Pairing: best friend!jimin x reader

♡ Genre: best friends to lovers, angsty with fluffy smut

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Word Count: 14.6 k

♡ Warning/Tags: explicit language, cheating, explicit sexual content

♡ A/N: Arirang and Jimin in the Hooligan music video have awoken something feral in me :))

*Disclaimer: All characters and events portrayed in my works are fictitious. Any similarity to actual persons or events is purely coincidental.*

As always, thank you for reading! ♡

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♡　 ׄ　 PATCHWORK　✉️　 ۫ 　❛ your daughter “ helping ” you patch up satoru after shinjuku ໒꒰ྀི › ⸝⸝ ก꒱ྀི১

“papa, don’t move . . .” your daughter huffed as she pressed a pink sticker over satoru’s cheek. her tiny brows furrowed in utter and absolute concentration.

“sorry doc,” satoru hummed, “won’t do it again,” immediately surrendering to the demands of your tiny daughter who was ever so determined to “fix papa.”

you watched the quiet chaos unfold, the living room covered in the plastic sheets of discarded stickers, fake medical tools scattered across the wooden floors.

somewhere along the way, what was meant to be a simple task turned into your daughter decorating her father like an arts and crafts project.

not that satoru minded, of course.

if anything, he was more than pleased.

he sat shirtless at the foot of the couch, revealing the fresh bandages wrapped around his torso and arms, white fabric stark against his skin. faint remnants of dried blood still lingered near his collarbone despite your attempts to clean him up earlier. and yet, right in the middle of it all, sat a tiny sticker of a smiling strawberry.

another one resting on the bridge of his nose.

“you missed a spot,” you hummed teasingly to your daughter, knees pressed to your chest as you sat across from them.

she quickly scrambled into his lap from the floor, tangling herself in his unreasonably long limbs as she reached for another ‘my melody’ bandaid from the colorful box beside him, tongue poking out slightly in concentration — a habit painfully inherited from her father.

just hours ago, you weren’t even sure if he’d make it home.

the memory alone made your stomach twist: the exhaustion of his usually vibrant eyes, the way he could hardly stand the minute he walked through the door.

and now?

he sat on the floor letting your daughter cover his once fatal injuries with glitter stars and sanrio characters.

you should yell at him. you should be angry, ask him: what the hell he was thinking? coming home half-dead with a stupid grin on his face. it was ridiculous, but yet you knew he did it for your sake. he didn’t want to scare you, though he had done it anyway.

but instead, the words died in your throat the minute your daughter proudly pressed another bandaid onto his skin, injured, yes, but full of life all the same.

“done!” she announced proudly, squeezing satoru’s cheeks together, making him chuckle. he pulled down her tiny wrists from his face before he looked at you, a somber smile resting on your lips.

without saying a word, he reached over, dragging you to his side by your wrist, making you gasp, sliding you across the floor effortlessly. “satoru?? what’s wrong with—”

“ah.” he pressed a finger to your lips, letting it sit there.

warm.

alive.

“i think mama needs a sticker,” he hummed softly, blue eyes never once leaving yours, his large hand cradling your face as his thumb brushed against your cheek.

of course he didn’t really mean a sticker. it was code for please don’t cry.

you bit down on your lip as you tucked yourself against his side—holding back tears of frustration and fragile relief—cherishing the familiar warmth that had almost been ripped away from you.

your daughter — blissfully unaware of what was really going on — gasped, “yea! mama needs a sticker!” before aggressively peeling off a glittery pink star and slapping it between your eyes, making your husband laugh.

“don’t you feel better mama?” satoru asked lightly, voice softer than the smile he held on his face.

you let out an amused scoff, rolling your eyes as you quickly wiped away a stray tear. “i suppose…”

“there!” she spoke proudly. “now everybody’s fixed.”

and for a moment, with him beside you and her beaming at the both of you, it almost felt true.

perhaps because it was true.

ok so this was supposed to be cute and funny but now im sick

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geto suguru as your boyfriend

He loves you the way he does everything: on purpose.

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pairing – geto suguru x f. reader rating – teen & up word count – 5.6k content – relationship headcanons, emotional intimacy, sensory care, physical affection, shutdown support, composure as deflection, canonical moral complexity, grief, fear of cruelty, tenderness as choice author’s note – originally posted on my previous blog, now revised and reposted here under the new name. same intention, sharper architecture.

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On A First Name Basis

©doomgurlfics .ೃ࿐

Synopsis: The walls in your building are paper thin. You knew this. Jungkook knew this. Yet the detail always seemed to fly out the window when the two of you are beneath the sheets. That is, until a flushed, mid-round encounter with your neighbor, Namjoon, reveals he’s heard much more than a stranger should. And that he’s not too opposed on joining in on the fun.

Pairing: non-idol Jungkook x Reader x non-idol Namjoon

Word Count: 4,440

Content: fwb Jungkook x Reader, lots of smut/minimal plot, Jungkook is needy and a simp, Namjoon is a dork

Warnings: MDNI 18+!! explicit sexual content, course language, alcohol mentioned

A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🍵 ⋅ I got this idea from a random TikTok lol. It’s pretty freaky and based off the song I linked so be warned!! Happy reading 😼

“F-fuck!”

The two of you had been going at it since the second Jungkook stepped foot in your apartment.

Both a horny mess as you scrambled to rip each other’s clothes off.

You barely made it past the threshold of the entryway before he was thrusting inside you. Insistent and heavy.

You fucked everywhere.

On the sink.

On the couch.

On the bed.

On the floor.

On the stove.

You were on a roll.

No place off limits in your eyes. And you were turning Jungkook every which way but loose.

It explains how you ended up in your current state: Jungkook flat on his back, your meaty thighs locking him in place as you bounce on his thick, veiny dick.

“[+], slow d-down,” he groans, all loud and needy. Desperately fighting off the urge to cum.

You ignore him.

Head thrown back, rightfully taking what’s yours—at least for the moment. Your stamina on ten as if you weren’t already three rounds in.

You planned to milk him like cow.

Smack. Squelch. Smack.

The sticky sounds of your unison, reverberating off the walls. Jungkook’s hips meeting yours mid air. It was almost as if he hated the thought of being out of your wet heat, even an inch.

You were certain the tip of his dick had made an imprint on your cervix at this point.

“Stop whining,” you heave, fingers teasing and twisting your ebony areolas, perky tits just bouncing. “You were begging for more two seconds ago. Now you’re telling me to slow down? Which. One. Is. It?”

Your hips punctuate each word, ass slapping against his muscular thighs. Overjoyed at the way his eyes flutter from pleasure, failing to will off the pressure building in his pelvis.

Your rickety bed rocks against the hardwood, in sync with your hips. The loud furniture dragging against the floor, ramming into the wall repeatedly.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

If your neighbors didn’t hate you already, they certainly would now.

Jungkook had made an “effort” to muffle the ruckus by sticking a pillow behind the headboard.

But that effort had long turned futile. The pillow abandoned on the floor as the two of you damn near drive a hole into your apartment wall.

Yeah, you weren’t getting that deposit back.

“O-Oh my god, [+]! I’m going to cum.” He grits, your pussy tightening instinctively. Jungkook’s cock twitches inside you, pre-cum painting your walls like a leaky faucet. His heels digging into the mattress, body desperate for a release.

“Nuh-uh,” you giggle breathlessly, smacking his chest playfully before hopping off. Much to his annoyance.

Kneeling beside him, you wrap your hand around his slick dick, all coated with your arousal. Squeezing it gently, you press your thumb over his oozing slit.

“I told you, we cum together. You better wait,” you say leaning over him, lips attracting his like a magnet.

You let him lead.

The kiss a messy exchange of tongue and heat, reminding you exactly why you always let him back through your door.

Jungkook’s tongue roams every crevice of your mouth with a familiarity no one else on this planet has. It’s a language only the two of you speak.

Blunt, heavy, and desperate.

Every time his teeth grazes your bottom lip, your breath hitches. Your unoccupied hand tangling into the strands at the nape of his neck, pulling him closer.

He tastes like cheap whiskey and a cherry sucker. His own hands reaching down to return the favor, the pads of his fingers rubbing your swollen clit with practiced ease.

Jungkook truly knows you inside and out.

And you desperately wanted his outside in.

He flips the two of you over and you reach between your heated bodies, stroking Jungkook’s dick firm enough he hisses, sinking his teeth in your bottom lip.

You revel at the taste of iron on your tongue, giggling breathily.

“Don’t forget,” you whisper against his lips, thumb running along a vein. “Who’s in control here.”

Jungkook lets out a growl that’s borderline animalistic, dick jumping in your hand.

He raises up just enough for you to line his length up with your entrance, mouth gasping into yours when his mushroom tip breaches.

“So good,” you mewl, raising your hips, giving Jungkook clear access to sink in to the hilt.

His hands cup your face, big orbs locking with yours, developing a rhythm.

You can’t help but stare back into his starry eyes. All clouded with lust and something far too complicated to dissect while he’s nine inches deep.

“So beautiful,” Jungkook sighs wistfully, voice a low vibration. “You always look so beautiful like this.” He plucks a curl from your face, eyes intense. “Do I make you feel good, [+]?”

Toes curling, you nod, words catching in your throat. “So g-good Kook. Don’t s-stop.”

His smile grows wicked, blooming with a dark, possessive satisfaction at the praise.

Jungkook raises up, looming over you to part your thighs, forcing you into missionary. Increasing his speed, he drives into you like a mad man.

The room grows lively again. The percussion of your bed slamming into the wall, competing with your sultry moans and Jungkook chanting your name.

The two of you so lost in each other that you are oblivious to the pounding coming from the other side of the wall. Followed by a frustrated string of curse words and thunderous footsteps leaving the apartment next door.

“I’m close,” Jungkook breathes out, his voice strained. Hips stuttering off-beat as his composure slips, nearing his climax. “[+], please.”

Bang. Bang. Bang.

It’s not the wall this time. It’s your front door. Heavy, balled-fist strikes that make the wood groan in its frame.

You remain unfazed, Jungkook follows suit. Fingers digging into your hips, desperately trying to hold onto the ledge he’s about to fall off. Breathing like a marathon runner, jaw clamped shut so tight his muscles cord in his neck.

“Keep going.” You breathe, a command to him and perhaps a prayer to the door. Pushing through it. His pace turns desperate.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“I know you’re in there!” a voice bellows from the hallway. It’s deep, gravelly, and vibrating with an annoyance that could peel paint. “And I know for a fact you’re still awake because I can hear you moaning all the way out here!”

Just as fast as your orgasm starts to approach, you feel it slowly slipping away. Lustful haze clearing enough for you to make out the pounding at your front door.

Irritation prickles your skin.

“Jungkook, baby stop,” you sigh, pushing at his shoulders gently.

As much as you wanted to ignore whoever was at the door and let Jungkook put you through the mattress, you couldn’t afford another noise complaint. It would be the second one this month…

It takes Jungkook a moment to register your words, dick still pumping in you as he searches your eyes. When he detects that you’re serious, he lets out a frustrated groan, pulling out reluctantly. Irritation prickling his face as he flops down on the bed beside you.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

“Come to the door!”

The voice is louder now, likely shouted right into the wood. It’s a command, not a request, and it carries the weight of a man who has spent the last three hours staring at his ceiling in a silent rage.

“Man fuck off,” Jungkook groans, earning pinch from you as you slip out of bed.

“Don’t make it worse Kook, I got this.” You slip on your silk robe, eyes pinned on his dick which still jumps wantingly. “Keep it hard for me, okay?”

Jungkook looks lethal. Hair a mess, chest flushed, and a scowl that could kill.

He runs a hand down his face, clearly still pissed. But his tatted hand wraps around his length anyway, pumping slowly.

Good boy.

You spin on your heels and head to the door, rolling back your shoulders.

Bang—

You pull the door open before the second strike can land, the wood swinging back with a violent creak. Mentally, you’re preparing for a fight, but the man on the other side looks like he just got hit with a bucket of cold water.

He’s tall, strikingly so, with tan skin and black-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of his nose. He’s dressed in an oversized t-shirt and grey joggers, a pen tucked behind his ear as if he’d been interrupted from a study session.

His fist is still frozen in mid-air, but his aggressive scowl melts into a look of pure, wide-eyed shock as he scans your frame. He actually stumbles back half a step, face turning a shade of pink that rivals your silk robe.

“[+]?” He questions more to himself, voice hesitant as he attempts, and fails, not to ogle your frame.

You arch a perfectly groomed brow, leaning against the doorframe. Unbothered by how the tie around your waist loosens some.

“Have we met?” You question, arms crossing, completely suffocating your breast. “I don’t remember being on a first name basis.”

You already knew the answer to your question: the two of you had never crossed paths.

You would remember a face like that. All handsome, dorky, a little sexy. His short trimmed hair perfectly framing his face.

“N-no, I uh,” He adjusts his glasses with a shaky hand, gaze frantically bouncing from the ceiling to the carpet, doing everything in his power to avoid the view of your chest. Though his peripheral vision is clearly betraying him.

“I just overheard…the walls, they’re…you know.”

He’s struggling, clearly.

“They’re thin. Yeah… sorry about that,” you say, voice softer this time, a hint of sincerity woven in. Your gaze drifts over him, catching the way he shifts on his feet, like he can’t decide whether to stand his ground or bolt. “I didn’t realize it was carrying that much.”

A small, almost sheepish shrug lifts your shoulder before your lips curve again.

“Though… you must’ve been listening for quite a while to learn my name,” you add, tone tipping back toward teasing. “Why didn’t you knock sooner?”

Tilting your head, you enjoy the way his blush creeps from his cheeks to the tips of his ears. His mouth parts, caught off guard.

“It wasn’t that I was trying to listen,” he rushes out, voice pitching higher, a dead giveaway. “It’s just, you guys were so loud, and every time I thought it was over…it wasn’t. I finally had enough.”

Now he’s looking at you properly, brows drawn together, like he’s trying to gather whatever dignity he has left.

The courteous person in you wants to promise to keep the noise down and wish your neighbor a good night studying. But your eyes wander down, down to the very prominent print showing beneath his joggers. And all politeness goes out the window.

“Had enough, hm?” You murmur, pushing off the doorframe to step a little closer. You make a show of trailing your eyes from his pants to his face. “You sure about that?”

His breath hitches

The faint creak of the floorboard sounds behind you, his eyes snapping up, signaling you’re no longer alone.

Glancing over your shoulder, you catch Jungkook slipping into a pair of shorts. His brows raised in silent confusion on what’s taking so long.

“Jungkook,” you say smoothly, turning back toward the door, “it seems our… activities have attracted my neighbor’s attention.”

You gesture lightly between them.

“I don’t think I caught your name.”

His eyes widen just a fraction. “It’s Namjoon,” he says, clearing his throat. “And, uh…” Namjoon’s hands come up in a quick, flustered motion, glancing toward Jungkook. “It’s not like that, I can assure you.”

You pout.

“Oh? And just when a girl starts to feel special. Here I thought your hard-on was because of me?” Faking disappointment, Jungkook comes up behind you, wrapping his arm around your waist lazily as he rest his chin atop your curly fro.

He knows how this goes.

Namjoon splutters, hand quickly covering himself. “I’m not—” he breaks off, composure slipping.

You don’t help him.

In fact, you lean back into Jungkook’s hold, perfectly at ease as his arms settles. His grip loose, casual. Like he’s done this a before.

You both have.

A quiet chuckle rumbles from his chest. “Baby,” Jungkook murmurs, voice low, amused rather than annoyed, “you’re gonna scare him off.”

But there’s no real warning in it.

Only curiosity.

You smile.

“If he scares that easily,” you reply, eyes still locked on Namjoon, “why’d he come knocking?”

That seems to hit a nerve.

Namjoon straightens a little, like he’s trying to recover his dignity.

“I told you,” he says, squaring his shoulders, “it was the noise.”

“Mhm.”

You don’t sound convinced.

Jungkook hums softly behind you. “Damn, [+] we must’ve been pretty loud then,” he adds, tone teasing now, playing along as a hand travels up your abdomen to thumb absentminded patterns around your perky, clothed nipples.

Namjoon’s eyes flick to the movement, gaze hooded.

His resolve is breaking. The polite, boy next door facade slipping.

“I-I should go.” Namjoon says, voice uncertain and contradicting his stance which remains rooted in place.

“Or,” you say, stepping closer, rising onto your tiptoes to pluck the pen from behind his ear, “you could stay.”

Namjoon’s breath catches as your fingers brush the shell of his ear, the tiny point of contact enough to short-circuit whatever coherent thought he had left. You twirl the pen between your fingers absentmindedly before sliding it into the pocket of your robe.

“A thief too?” Jungkook muses from behind you.

“Borrowing,” you reply, gaze seductive as they challenge Namjoon’s. “Just for the night.”

Namjoon’s eyes are fixed on you with a focus that’s lost all traces of polite neighborly restraint. Like he’s finally letting himself acknowledge the situation for what it is.

Dangerous. Tempting. Fun.

“You flirt with all your neighbors like this?” Namjoon asks, voice dropping an octave.

You smile sweetly, knowing you’ve got him.

“Of course not, silly,” you sing-song, spinning on your heels and lacing Jungkook’s hand in yours. “But for you, I’m making an exception.”

Leading Jungkook back down the hall to your room, you leave Namjoon at your door.

You were giving him an out.

Or an in.

The decision ultimately up to him.

And it seems he chooses in judging by how the floorboards creak under the weight of his slippered feet. Followed by the thud of the door as it shuts.

A slow smile curves your lips.

Jungkook catches it immediately, squeezing your ass before flopping down onto the edge of your bed without a care in the world.

Meanwhile Namjoon lingers near the doorway. Not awkward, but not exactly confident either.

Just… taking it in.

The discarded clothes on the floor.

The tangled sheets.

The sexual tension hanging in the air.

You watch as he scans the space.

“Nice room…,” Namjoon says lamely, adjusting his glasses.

“You were yelling at us five minutes ago,” you tease, sitting down beside Jungkook, resting your hand on his thigh. “Now it’s nice room.”

Namjoon’s mouth twitches, Jungkook emitting a quiet laugh beside you, lounging back on his elbows. Completely at ease.

“Does this usually work on people?” Namjoon asks.

You tilt your head innocently. “What?”

“This…” His eyes drift between you and Jungkook vaguely. “Whatever this is.”

Jungkook pipes up before you can answer. “She does this thing where she acts sweet enough that you forget she’s manipulating you.”

Your jaw drops in fake offense. “Manipulating is such an ugly word.”

Namjoon huffs out a laugh despite himself. “And what word would you use?”

You hum thoughtfully, “Seducing.”

The air thickens with lust.

Namjoon’s gaze dropping to where your hand pats the empty space beside you.

He walks over slowly, settling cautiously, like he’s trying not to disturb the balance that’s formed between the three of you.

But if anything, he equals the scale.

You turn toward Jungkook first, a flicker of amusement in his expression. But beneath it sits something warmer; trust, familiarity, anticipation.

Your fingers curl around his bicep, tugging him toward you.

Jungkook comes easily.

He always does.

The kiss heated. Picking right up where you left off as he cups your neck, to deepen it. Both of your tongues fighting against each other like a fencing match.

And of course, you’re winning.

You run your hand over his clothed dick, Jungkook’s shaft jumping at the attention. He groans in your mouth as you squeeze him, teeth nicking your lips.

Slipping your hand under his waistband, you give him a tug, more like a silent thank you for waiting so patiently. The veins along his dick so pronounced, you’re sure it won’t be long before he loses his composure completely.

With one final squeeze, you pull away, turning to your guest.

Namjoon’s expression is completely captivated. Eye wide, pupils blown like he forgot how to blink.

The second your hand settles against his stubbled jaw, his lips part, eager for you to close the gap.

So you do.

Namjoon’s lips plush and unfamiliar against yours. Careful, as if he’s scared one wrong move will end it all.

His fists ball into your sheets, afraid to touch you without your permission.

That won’t do.

Grabbing his shirt, you pull him closer, forcing him to grab your waist for balance. He squeezes your hips, tongue dipping into yours as he grows more bold.

His breath hot and minty against yours, tongue moving languidly as if he wants to savor the taste of you.

When you pull back, Namjoon follows a fraction too far, earning a chuckle from Jungkook as he palms himself.

“Gone already huh?” Jungkook teases.

Namjoon shoots him a look, but it lacks any real bite.

Because Jungkook’s right.

Namjoon was a goner.

Smiling widely, you reach back toward Jungkook, fingers catching his chin, guiding him closer.

The space between all three of you disappears slowly, breaths blending together as the tension finally gives way to curiosity.

Jungkook tilts in first.

Namjoon tentatively follows right after him.

You wait patiently, welcoming their lips as they fit against yours.

Like three pieces to a puzzle.

It’s all over the place at first, messy as the three of you find your rhythm.

Jungkook kisses you like he already knows every sound you’ll make before it leaves your mouth, while Namjoon kisses you like he’s still discovering them in real time. The contrast sends warmth curling through your stomach.

Somewhere in between soft breaths and shifting mouths, the three of you finally find a rhythm. Slower than expected. Closer. Jungkook’s hands traveling to unclasp your robe while Namjoon’s fingers massage circles into your hips, like he still can’t believe he’s allowed to touch you at all.

And when their mouths brush briefly against each other, neither of them pulls away.

The silk robe pools around your waist as you shrug out of the material, revealing yourself completely.

Without hesitation Jungkook’s hands slip between your legs, mouth now trailing down your neck as he caresses your wet folds, sinking two fingers inside.

“Yes,” you breathe against Namjoon’s lips, peeking his curiosity as he leans back to take in the sight.

“Damn,” he croaks, eyes glued to Jungkook’s tatted fingers thrusting in and out of you. He palms his clothed dick openly now, desperate to ease the tension a little.

“Help him, Joonie,” you tease, testing out the nickname. Gracefully, you lie back on the bed. “Don’t just stare.”

Namjoon lets out a groan that sounds borderline painful, snatching off his glasses which earns a giggle from you.

Though that giggle dies in your throat the moment Namjoon slides a long digit inside you alongside Jungkook’s two.

The both of them move in tandem, Namjoon curling deeper as Jungkook pulls out and vice versa. The stretch so good, you can’t hold in your sounds.

“Just like that,” you coach, walls fluttering and squeezing around them both as they stretch you open. “You boys are making me feel so good, fuck.”

Your ruined orgasm from before has resurrected, approaching fast and intense. The wet squelch of their fingers fucking into you pushing you closer to the edge.

Mesmerized, Namjoon’s thumb flicks against your clit, making you yelp from the friction. He’s pulled his dick out now, the hard rod curved toward his chest as it throbs, achingly.

It’s even bigger than Jungkook’s.

“Stop.” You command, startling the two men as they blink at you, eyes clouded with lust. “Join me on the bed. No clothes.”

You scoot further up to watch as Jungkook practically jumps out of his shorts, joining you on your right.

Namjoon moves slower, dropping his joggers carefully and folding them neatly, followed by his shirt. He crawls up the bed, lying on his back as he stares at you.

“You okay?” You ask, loving the way his dick reacts to your voice alone.

He smiles, dimples showing. “Never better.”

Satisfied by his response you peck his lips, before turning back to Jungkook, saddling his thighs.

You don’t waste anymore time, sinking down to the hilt. Jungkook gritting his teeth as he grips your ass.

“Fu-uck, [+]. I’m not gonna to l-last much longer,” Jungkook whines. Sweat beading along his hairline. He’s bucking into you involuntarily, beyond ready for a release.

Leaning forward, you brace yourself against his shoulder, pecking his nose “You’re doing so good baby. Feel so good inside me, just hold on a little longer.

Turning to Namjoon, you smile. “Come join us. There’s room for you too.”

Namjoon’s eyes widen the size of a quarter. “Really?!”

Enamored by his dorky charm, you giggle. “Really. Though you may want to move fast, because someone’s getting a little antsy.”

Jungkook huffs beneath you, slapping your ass, which only makes you laugh harder.

Without further hesitation, Namjoon joins you from behind, pushing you gently against Jungkook’s chest to give himself better access.

You wait with excited anticipation, breath hitching the moment Namjoon’s dick prods at your slick entrance.

Namjoon starts pushing in slowly alongside Jungkook, his dick breaching your entrance. It completely knocks the wind out of your chest, Jungkook’s vibrates beneath you.

“Ah shit— this is tight as fuck.” Jungkook wheezes, fingers tightening on the globes of your ass, spreading them apart further.

Namjoon continues to inch in slowly, breath heavy against your back. “You feel so good, [+]. So goddamn wet.”

As his tip fully submerges inside, your mouth forms an “o,” entrance burning slightly from the stretch.

You try not to tense up as he slides in further, body trembling from the intensity. Dropping your head against Jungkook’s chest you release another broken moan. Completely in bliss.

“Fuck—I need to move. I can’t hold it,” Jungkook moans, bucking his hips. The filthy slide of his dick along Namjoon’s making his eyes roll.

“Hold up,” Namjoon groans, dragging his dick out of your wet cunt just to push in further. The pressure emitting a wet cry from you.

In your normal state, you’d be coaching them through it, telling them how fuck you.

But this was your first time taking two dicks at once, and you definitely overestimated how intense it would be.

Feeling bold, Namjoon pulls you further down on his cock, emitting a squeal from you and an embarrassingly loud whine from Jungkook, his dick perfectly snug against your cervix.

“You guys really don’t know—hngh—how to shut up huh?” Namjoon teases. The pressure of being squeezed so tight inside you seemingly getting to him too, judging by the way his voice pitches higher.

The two of them thrust inside you, slow and steady, dicks coated a creamy ring of your arousal, sliding against each other. All sensitive and throbbing inside your sodden pussy.

“I can’t hold it! I’m cuming—fuck!” Jungkook shouts, heels planted into the mattress as he thrust widely, cock spurting heavy strings of cum inside you, pulling you over the edge as well.

Biting into his shoulder, your eyes well with tears as your pussy clamps down, hard. A vice grip that paralyzes Namjoon. Hips stuttering to a stop as he reaches his own climax.

He burries himself to the hilt, groaning deeply, chest coated with a dewy sheen of sweat from the exertion.

You barely register Jungkook scooping you into his arms.

“C’mon,” he laughs softly when you groan into his shoulder. “Can’t let you pass out sticky.”

The bathroom light burns behind your eyelids as he cleans you up.

There’s nothing rushed about it.

Jungkook washes your skin carefully, thumbs smoothing along sore muscles while warm water cascades down your body. By the time he’s rubbing shea butter lotion into your thighs and slipping one of your nightgown over your head, your eyes can barely stay open.

“You alive?” he asks, amused.

You respond with something that sounds vaguely like a yes.

His laugh rumbles against your temple.

Familiar.

Easy.

That’s always been the thing with Jungkook.

No awkwardness. No pretending this is more than it is. Just comfort carved out between late nights, tangled sheets, and him knowing exactly how to take care of you afterward.

He lays you back against the mattress, pulling the blankets over your body before leaning down to press a lazy kiss against your forehead.

“Text me me in the morning,” he murmurs.

You smile sleepily, “No promises.”

“I’m not playing, [+]. Or I’ll spam you.”

Jungkook snatches his discarded shirt from the floor, tugging it over his head before glancing back at you one last time.

And true to his word, your phone is glowing against the nightstand by the time you finally wake the next afternoon.

Twenty missed texts from Gremlin🐰

Your entire body aches as you sit up.

Thighs sore.

Lips swollen.

Neck tender.

Worth it.

With a groan, you drag yourself out of bed in search of water, shuffling down the hallway half-awake before noticing something tucked beneath your front door.

A note.

Your brows knit as you bend down carefully, very carefully, to pick it up.

The handwriting is neat. Slightly rushed.

Turns out the noise wasn’t actually the problem.

Feel free to be as loud as you want next time.

Maybe over coffee you can explain how exactly I got manipulated into all of that.

— Namjoon

At the bottom, he’s scribbled his number beside a tiny smiley face.

You stare at it for a moment before laughing softly to yourself.

Cute.

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A/N: Sooooo I’m going to go touch some grass, lol. Maybe roll in it. Thank you guys for reading🫶🏽🫶🏽

doomgurlficss

GILDED CURSE

Synopsis: When a midnight heist leads You to steal a portrait of a man too beautiful to be forgotten, you thinks it’s just art. Just another treasure to add to your collection. But when the figure steps out of the frame, desire turns dangerous, and you learn the hard way that some things are best left untouched.

Pairing: Non- Idol Kim Taehyung x Reader

Word Count: 5,380

Content: paranormal, Dark Romance (ish), Morally Gray characters, power imbalance, Supernatural Elements, Modern Au x Historical blend

Warnings: 18+ MDNI explicit content, mild horror elements, sexual themes, pinv

A/N: Hi beautiful people! ୧ ‧₊˚ 🎃 Happy Halloween!! I have a somewhat spooky fic for you guys!! I really hope you enjoy it!! Always feel free to share your thoughts in the comments! Enjoy🫶🏽🫶🏽

Most people your age spend their Saturday nights trying to forget themselves.

In crowded clubs where the bass drowns out thought, where bodies press together until they blur into one sweaty, glittering mass of impulse.

Or maybe they’re tucked away somewhere domestic. A movie humming in the background while a lover’s hand disappears beneath a blanket.

You, on the other hand, spend yours elbow-deep in a museum’s security mainframe, perched on a cold marble ledge and wishing you were home baking lemon pound cake.

Not exactly the kind of sugar rush you had in mind.

“Y/N,” Yoongi’s voice crackles through your earpiece, sharp enough to cut through your wandering thoughts. “You’ve got less than two minutes before the internal alarm resets. If you don’t finish the bypass, we’re scrapping this and trying again in November.”

You sigh through your nose, flexing your fingers over the small tablet balanced on your knee. “Relax, grandpa. I’ve got this.”

“Grandpa?” he mutters. “You’ll be calling me sir if I have to bail your ass out again.”

A few more codes, a click, and the soft beep of success hums through your gloves. You grin. “And done.”

The security grid flickers on your tablet, lasers looping, cameras blind. You’ve got a window.

jung-koook

he asked if we were ready, but I wasn't ready for him to take off his jacket 😩

doomgurlficss

Do a split on the dick or whateva tf he said 🥵🥵

votiveglass-deactivated20260516

gojo satoru as your boyfriend

He is loud enough for the whole world. But with you, he learns exactly where to lower the volume.

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pairing – gojo satoru x f. reader rating – teen & up word count – 4.0k content – relationship headcanons, emotional intimacy, sensory care, physical affection, teasing as deflection, shutdown support, light jealousy, canon-conscious characterization, gojo being allergic to sincerity but trying anyway author’s note – originally posted on my previous blog, now revised and reposted here under the new name. same infinity, sharper focus.

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votiveglass-deactivated20260516

the arithmetic of staying

pairing — nanami kento x f. reader rating — mature word count — 4.2k content — canonical character death (shibuya arc), grief, loss, sensory shutdown, overstimulation, dissociation, isolation, touch as regulation, ring as symbol, no comfort — only aftermath author’s note — this is not a love story. this is the room after one. originally posted on my previous blog, now reposted here under the new name.

yourlonelypoet

The producers of The Bear really be telling us shit like "omggg sydney and carmen will never happen, you guys are delusional, get therapy" and then the soundtrack is like this

I'm In Love With My Coworker Who Is a Chef by Lil Love

Love In The Kitchen by Romance Guy

Sydney I Love You by Barmen Cerzatto

Flames of Love by Løv3r

Hidden Feelings by SlowBurnGurll

I Wanna Kiss You So Fucking Bad by KISSME

bunnyhugs77

Golden Hour

Pairing: Neighbours! Au

a/n: this is a very late request that I unfortunately never got to post in february for black history month but every day is bhm over here so idc!

Word Count: 5.3k

Content Warning: jungkook x black! reader, dance teacher! reader, jk was invited to the cookout, wash day, friends to lovers, they're so cute, jk is whipped icl, kissing, nosey cousins, metions of infidelity (not the mcs), confessions.

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