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Quarterly Fic Recs 2025: #1

Hello! I'm back again with some wonderful fic recs!

Yoongi

obsidian @sailoryoons

summary: You’ve never been able to forget a face. Neither has Min Yoongi. And you both remember the face of the man who ruined your lives.

anything @jiminrings

summary: yoongi doesn't want to move on from his ex because she's everything he's ever known, whereas you want to move on from him because he's everything you've ever loved. alternatively, yoongi's your best friend and you've been in love with him your whole life.

Jungkook

server room @mister0ctopus

summary: Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right?

Namjoon

how was your day? @kooksbunnnn

summary: Just namjoon fingering you in his studio as he asks you about your day.

drabble @champagneher

summary: YOUR BOYFRIEND KEEPS ASKING STRANGE EXISTENTIAL -OR WAY TOO DEEP FOR 1AM- QUESTIONS AND YOU JUST WANT TO SLEEP.

night short #3 @euphoricfilter

summary: tonight i present to you, namjoon and his thick cock.

Jungkook

bloodlines entwined @spideyjimin

summary: having a baby alone was supposed to be easy. but an accidental twist of fate pulled you into a hidden world of werewolves, and ancient bloodlines. navigating your already complicated life becomes even harder as you uncover your past; one tied to a legacy you never knew existed. and in the middle of this chaos stands jungkook, the werewolf king… and the father of your child.

a jar full of us @jincapableoflove

summary: You never meant for him to find them. Hundred little confessions, folded away, never meant to be read. But now, they’re in his hands. And Jungkook—your best friend—knows everything. But he doesn’t say a word. He just watches you, with that same unreadable expression, like he’s waiting for something. And this Valentine’s Day, you might just have to find out what.

bad intentions @dreamersparacosm

summary: in which a TikTok edit sparks a desire to get absolutely destroyed by your boyfriend.

OT7/Multiple Pairings

picture perfect @numinousher

summary: a look into your family dynamic

Seokjin

cut to the chase @saladejin

summary: Needing to let your hair down for a night, you accompany your friends to a random off-campus boozefest. Next thing you know, the party’s over and someone’s hands are on you in a way you never saw coming.

heart on the window @melancholy-of-nadia

summary: You lost your job, got cheated on by your boyfriend, and had to give up your home—all in the span of a few weeks. Life hasn’t been kind lately, and just when it feels like you’ve hit rock bottom, your mom suggests an unexpected solution: move in with Seokjin, her friend’s son, who you vaguely remember as your annoying childhood rival. You haven’t talked to him in like 15 YEARS. But begrudgingly, you agree, hoping for this to be a temporary fix, only to find yourself in a more complicated situation when you discover Seokjin has some dirty little secrets. As you attempt to rebuild your life under his roof, tensions rise, boundaries blur, and you’re forced to confront not only your messy circumstances but also your growing fascination with the man you thought you once knew.

Hoseok

kinkmas hoseok day 5 sequel @minisugakoobies

Jungkook

boxer!jungkook @muniimyg

summary: after his home and the ring; jungkook’s third home is the hospital.

server room ch. 5 @mister0ctopus

summary: Your new IT guy is quiet and shy. But when you accidentally caught him doing something in the server room, while moaning your name, you just had to pretend you didn’t see that, right?

OT7/Multiple Members

call an uber? @saladejin

summary: Your normal life with a normal, yet inconsistent job gets drastically changed when your dreams come true. Sounds boring right? What happens when all of this occurs, but you’re still doing something you love AND getting a large sum for it? Now there’s something to think about, and it’s definitely not what you’re thinking. 

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fine…… ill feed you guys 🦦

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i wanna post the next part to “only you” but i feel like that would be spoiling you all too much :/

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Pairing: Demon King! Sukuna x Demon! F. Reader

Genre: historical au || romance || fluff || smut (eventual) || demon au || angst || yandere-ish au

Word count: 3.1k

Tags: talks of death, mentions of assault, blood, buff yummy sukuna, nothing too crazy for the first part.. :D

author’s notes 📝: i’m backkkkkkkkkk yippeeeee. i felt like there wasn’t enough longer fics where sukuna is like a devoted obsessed slightly yandere lover… like they always make him mean and angsty… i need him to just like devote his life to someone and it be all fluffy and lovely… so here it is… my rendition of yandere lover sukuna

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ONE: WHERE IT BEGAN

You’d always loved the idea that humans were delicately crafted, stardust woven into the human body, soul sent to live a measly life on earth. You think part of that love stemmed from jealousy, that such spineless beings were made from the delicate beauties of the universe, such ungrateful, spiteful, deceiving, living beings entwined from the heavens.

Because you were made from the rot that grew beneath humans. Rot that festered from dead bodies, and hatred. The prickly kind of hate and bad the world and universe had to offer.

And maybe that’s why you and Sukuna were destined. Why fate had decided that the two of you were meant to be, souls festering like an onslaught of vines as they intertwine.

You can feel the pull of his power from the bottom of the mountain, can feel as it spills through hordes of trees, so thick you can almost taste it in the air, can almost see it spiralling, wispy waves of dusty black power permeating the air.

It briefly crosses your mind, how naïve the humans trekking before you must be. If they had any clue as to what they were travelling towards. Though you suppose their untimely death would benefit you either way, Sukuna could try but unfortunately you had yet to find a successful way to rid this cruel world of your existence.

The rattle of the chains around your ankles grate at your ears with each heavy footstep. Each of the men before you have horses, letting you trail behind them, arms and legs bound. None of them wanted to let you ride on a horse with them, the fear that harboured in their heart towards you, enough for them to accept a slower trip if it meant you kept to yourself, slowly trekking behind them as they chatted and laughed upon their mares.

You cast your eyes to the sky, cold bitter air nipping at the bare skin the cheap fabric covering your body can’t cover.

“Keep up” the man in charge of your chains calls over his shoulder, devilish smile pulling at his thin lips before he tugs on your restraints. You stumble forward, barely catching yourself, a wave of annoyance rippling through your body as you look up at him through your lashes.

You hear snickers from the group, straightening your back you keep a neutral face. The moment short as their smiles fall.

The grass around your feet starts to wilt, crawling closer and closer to the greasy bastard directly in front of you, the sickly roll of death scuttles tickling the feet of the horses. Sensing the impending stench of their demise, the horses whinnied, hopping up on to their back legs to avoid the rotting earth beneath them.

The man holding your chains, yanks on them, seething as he curses at you through gritted teeth.

“Fucking bitch”

You ignore him, rather directing your attention up to the temple above you as the group of men try to ease their horses enough to try get them back into a gentle trot again.

“Don’t ignore me!” he continues to seethe.

You breathe out an exasperated sigh, bored of the humans’ trivial means of entertainment in inconveniencing you.

You assume the group of men had learnt their lesson, silence taking over them as you continue the trek up the mountain. A small ginger cat catches your attention, delicate pink nose peeking out from some of the brush. It’s curious eyes meeting yours as it wanders onto the makeshift path up to the temple.

You enjoy its silent company, how it’s soft fur brushes against your ankle, skirt sightly too short for you. It chirps, high pitched meow calling up at you, and you assume it must be telling you a story. You wonder what it’s trying to say, perhaps a tale of its life in the forest, or maybe a warning of the demon you were soon to meet. Black mist permeating the air thicker and thicker as you trudge closer to the top of the mountain.

With the cat’s company the rest of the journey up the mountain goes by faster than you had expected, large wooden gates stood before you. The group of men tug you to the front of the group, a failsafe, that if the king of curses were in a bad mood then you would likely be the first to go; giving them enough time to leg it if needs be.

One of the tugs at the thick rope beneath the large brass bell, indicating to the residence of the temple they had guests.

You can hear the men squabbling behind you, trying to bribe one another as to who would be the one to speak for the group. You think it’s a shame the chief of the village hadn’t been the one to escort you here, you despised the man, and watching him writhe in pain before a demon, begging for a slither of mercy would have put a skip in your step. A true shame when you think about it, his life spared for another year putting a bitter taste in your mouth.

The clack of wooden sandals against stone catches your attention, doors of the large wooden gate creaking open.

You lock eyes with a white-haired monk. Their short white hair reminding you of the first snow, and you wonder how soon that will be. The weather had finally turned, autumn creeping in with every passing day.

The monk’s eyes flicker away from your own, down to your bound hands and ankles, then to the group of four men stood behind you, their backs straightening at their heavy stare. They say nothing, thick sweat starting to form on the foreheads as the men stand there, nudging one another to speak up. It’s pitiful, you think, how such crass men, so full of themselves have amounted to a pile of nothing but silence in the face of another.

 The man you had a special hatred for, tightens his grip on the chains, mouth opening he wets his lips.

“We have a gift for, Ryom—I mean, Lord Sukuna” he stumbles over his words.

The monk travels their eyes back to you, “It isn’t the time of year for gifts” they hum.

The men look between one another.

“We know” one blurts, “however, we have a request for the lord…”

“A request…?”

The men all nod in unison.

The monk takes a step back, opening the wooden gates further, silent invitation for the group of you to enter the temple.

You glance to the side, eyes meeting the ginger cat’s one last time before you’re stepping through the threshold of the temple gates. The same feeling of raw death and rot clings on to the walls of the temple, you feel it tingle in your fingers.

The gates to the temple slam shut with a loud, echoing thud. The group of men flinch, and you wonder if this is where they realise the naivety of their plan… You can smell the fear radiating off of them, hairs on the back of your neck standing on end, delicious taste of terror prickling your tastebuds.

“I’m Uraume, I never asked your name”

Your eyes flicker from taking in the structure of the temple, trailing over the white haired monk.

“Uraume…” you muse, “how pretty”

You watch a gentle hue of pink dust their cheeks, slither of a smile twitching at the corner of their lips.

“I’m Y/N” you muse.

“Pretty” they murmur.

You come to an abrupt stop in from of a set of double doors, fingers fiddling with the cloth of your skirt. Anticipation eats away at you, to finally see the man whose power radiates miles away.

“Please wait out here, I will inform Sukuna you are here” Uraume gives you a gentle bow.

Your foot taps against the floor, eyes barely catching a glimpse of the room beyond the thick oak doors.

A sickening laugh rattles behind you, “How does it feel knowing you’re going to die, right here, right now” one of the men lean forward, warm breath tickling the shell of your ear. Too close for comfort you take a small step forward.

You peek over your shoulder, “it seems you’re unaware of the situation you’ve walked into” you muse.

The man bares his teeth at you, scoff tumbling off his tongue.

He goes to open his mouth, cut off by the large set of doors being pulled open.

Your eyes stay fixated ahead, head bowing slightly in thanks to the two maids that had pulled the door open.

You take a step forward, feet padding softly against the hardwood floors of the throne room. You swallow, eyes locking with Sukuna’s. The group of men trail behind you, rattle of the chains echoing off the walls.

He sits with his legs spread on the extravagant throne, bottom pair of arms lazily crossed over his stomach, top arms draped over the arms of the throne. Truly a spectacle of a being, power dripping off him in thick waves.

Sukuna’s eyes don’t leave your body, eyes that of a predator as you take your time walking towards him. He’d wondered what being had so much power, he could feel you even as you started the trek from the bottom of the mountain. And he can only wonder what sort of stupid human being would tie up such a powerful demon like you. He knows his power is potent, that even those without cursed abilities can feel him before they see he’s there, though he supposes your energy must be more mellow, a gentle caress in the wind that death reincarnated has arrived on their doorstep.

You come to a stop before him, shoulders squared, no fear in your eyes, only curiosity swims within your eyes. The men behind you on the other hand quiver, pressure of Sukuna’s presence finally weighing down on their shoulders, cocky smiles and weak jabs melting into a pile of mush as they try to craft a sentence.

“How brave, having your heads held so high” Sukuna tuts, watching as the mens’ eyes all widen, quick to get down on their knees. Their foreheads touch the floor, sweat dripping from their brows.

A wicked smile pulls across his face, eyes trailing back to where you stand, “and you..?”

You give him a slight bow of your head.

He hums.

“You may rise” he gestures to the men with a flick of one of his top arms.

The men move to stand, click of Sukuna’s tongue making them pause half way.

“Did I say you could stand…?”

The men swallow, lowering back down onto their knees, necks craned to look at the king of curses sat on the higher platform.

“What have you decided to waste my time with this time” he utters, all four eyes falling back on to you.

Each of the men look at one another, a silent game of who is the one to talk.

One of Sukuna’s thick fingers taps against the wooden arm of the throne impatiently, clearly displeased that he had been summoned to entertain and feeble group of humans who had no backbone when it actually came time for them to act.

One of the men lets out a yelp, precise, clean cut slicing across his cheek, ever so close to his eye.

“This girl” he blurts, “we have a request”

Sukuna raises an eyebrow, eyes raking over the four men.

“And what about her?” he muses.

“We want you to kill her”

You look over at Uraume, stood beside their master, then back over to Sukuna.

He hums, “And what do I get, killing this thing for you..?”

The men swallow, “A meal” one of them chirps.

“A meal? What a waste of time” Sukuna tuts.

“Sir” one of the pipes up, “We heard demons taste delicious”

“Then why haven’t you eaten her yourself”

“We can’t you see…”

Another one of the men nod, “You see… we’ve had issues trying to kill her… hence why we beg you to get rid of her”

“Then beg” Sukuna’s chin tilts up, mirth swimming in his eyes as he looks past you at the men. “You have requested an audience with me, demanding I kill this girl, then beg. Tell me how much you want her dead”

You don’t need to turn around to see the terror that must paint the faces of these men. The same men who claim to control the village below this mountain. The same men who find it funny assaulting the women of the town, coercing then into bed with them, deflowering them only to throw them away, shunned by the townspeople and forced into the life of prostitutes, now undesirable for any other man to touch. Whores of the town. The same men who like to demand and take and never give back to the people who feed them, the people they steal from for a laugh. The same men that have sent jabs at you for the long months they’ve kept you captive in that god forsaken cold prison cell. The same men who have spent weeks on end trying to kill you, wanting to sell your body to the rich in the capital, the body of a demon sure to get them a pretty penny.

They each press their heads against the floor once more, the chains that were once in a tight hold are now released as the men clasp their hands together, pleas tumbling off their tongues in quick succession.

They beg. They truly beg, a giggle bubbling up your throat at their pitiful cries for help. You glance over your shoulder at them, smile tugging at your cheeks as you laugh at them.

Sukuna spreads his legs a little wider, slouching a little more into his chair as he watches the feeble humans beg.

“Louder I can’t hear you” he calls out. And they do, their begs getting louder and louder, hands clammy and bodies trembling, knowing one wrong move would result in their death and not yours.

Your laugh dies down, chest rising and falling in quick succession as you try and catch your breath.

Sukuna raises a hand, “enough!” he chirps, “you chitter like annoying insects”

The room goes silent, the eyes of the men peeking up at Sukuna through their lashes.

He raises his top right arm, two finger pointing directly at your forehead.

“She dies” he utters.

Their eyes widen as your head snaps back, Sukuna’s attack quicker than they were even able to comprehend. Blood splatters over their faces, bodies raising to move out your way, expectant that you’d fall between them.

They gasp, eyes pushing out of their sockets as you stand back to full height, head snapping back upwards. Blood drips between your eyes, trickling down the bridge of your nose, thick as it falls onto the wooden floor. Your tongue flicks out to wipe the blood from your lips.

The men scramble, murmurs of disbelief that you had even survived a hit to the brain.

“No, no, no” one of them utters.

“A shame, she didn’t die” Sukuna murmurs, four eyes flickering across your bloodied face, “should we try again?” he asks.

The men dare not open their mouths, disapproving click of his tongue Sukuna’s eyes trail back to you.

“If it provides you with ample entertainment, then yes” you tell him.

He raises his arm again, same two fingers pointing at you, a little lower this time, between your eyes.

The men flinch at the sickening crunch of something colliding with your skull. More blood splattering over them. Your head falls back slightly less this time, new trickle of blood painting your face. It drips onto the clothes you’re wearing, staining them in a dark hue of red, and Sukuna thinks it suits you. Such a pretty red for such a pretty little thing.

He leans back in his throne, eyes pulling away from the image that is you covered in your own blood, the prettiest little flower he’s ever seen.

“Shame. She won’t die” he muses, watching the distraught faces of the men so eager for your demise, “Though she is a gift for me… no?” he raises an eyebrow.

The men don’t hesitate to nod, words jumbled as they urge him to take you.

“Please” they beg, pitiful covered in your blood, weak little things. Though the present they have for him may be his favourite yet.

“Leave” he utters, “before I change my mind and kill all of you”

The men scramble to their feet, without a second thought they stumble towards the door.

“And tell your village chief there’s no need to provide me with a gift when the new year comes. Nothing he offers will ever amount to this precious little thing you’ve dropped off today.” Sukuna hums, “And if he dares show his face to me again, just know that wretched little village of yours will be erased”

The men nod, scrambling to the door. The maids open them quickly to aid the men in their hasty escape.

The doors creak shut.

You turn back around, eyes finding Sukuna is already looking at you.

“Come here” he motions you over with two fingers, tongue peeking out to wet his lips.

You take a step forward, climbing up the small set of stairs to where Sukuna is sat on his throne. You stop just shy of between his legs.

You raise your hands to your chest, the metals slowly starting to crumble from your body, leaving nothing more than a pile of dust by your feet. You flex your fingers, eyes returning back to Sukuna.

“You could have been freed this whole time, yet you let those filthy beings keep you captive, why” he muses. He reaches a hand forward, taking one of your own into his. He tugs you forward, bringing you between his legs.

Soft lips press against your wrist where the constraints had once been, warm breath tickling your skin.

“They fed me three meals a day, and the window to the room they kept me in let me watch the sun set” you tell him truthfully.

“And is that all it takes to please you?” he asks, lips pulling away from your skin.

“I suppose” you shrug.

“Nothing more?”

You tilt your head a little in thought, “I liked the ginger cat outside the temple”

A wide smile tugs at the corners of Sukuna’s lips, “Uraume find the cat, while I show this little dove around my palace”

Uraume opens their mouth, ready to suggest one of the servants do that job, but Sukuna raises a hand, silencing them before the words can even form on their tongue. He stands, towering over you, hand still holding on to yours, a second one comes to smudge the blood on your face.

“Welcome home, little dove”

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Post everything here!!! We don’t care, we want youuuu~

okieeeee 🥳 that’s so sweet i love you guys so much idk why i ever left…!

i’m about half way through the first chapter of the new fic 🙇‍♀️ might try and post it tonight on here and ao3 when i can be bothered to make a new post with all the tags and stuff

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not sure if i should post my new fic on this blog or another one…. i kinda built this blog off bts content and i know most if not all of you followed for that reason… and my new fic isn’t bts related 🙁 so now idk what to do because this blog feels more inviting and used and has lore and good vibes where if i used my other one it literally has nothing and is a derelict scary place….

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it’s been decided…. i’m making a come back 🥳

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i fear a jjk fanfic may be in the works…. (cw: talks of injury and death)

sukuna x reader where she’s sold off by her old clan to try and appease the king of curses… though their innocent present may seem like a charming gesture, they fear the girl, her cursed energy nearly matching the power of the king of curses himself. and so blossoms a wretched, cruel sort of love, because what is more lovely than the obsession of two immortals who have no care of the human race.

sukuna would likely be the first one to start obsessing over his new bride, wouldn’t let her lift a finger because all hell will burn over before he lets her beautiful hands callous and hurt. her cursed power didn’t require touch, anyone who stands too close turning to nothing but ash, she didn’t like blood it was too messy. and so maybe when sukuna gets a little mad, he wills his love to look away, the death of one of the mortal peasants a painful death, sukuna’s hand smoothing over her hair as he beckons the maids to clean the awful sight of chopped flesh before his love turns her nose up in distaste.

and maybe four arms never feels like enough, always moulding his hands to her body, always desperate for her touch. anything. something.

and of course over time she would become equally as obsessed though her love a lot more mellow than her eternal lovers… because how could she not revel in the love of such a great man, as he worships the ground she walks on, worships her body, mind and soul like it were his only know in life. his beautiful delicate dahlia, death reincarnated as a woman.

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wait tumblr has communities now… maybe i should make my tumblr comeback… and we can have a cutie little community to just talk about stuff

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decided i might write a small book on daydreams of love… this is my first entry 🙇‍♀️ i was playing cookie jam and it suddenly hit me so i quickly wrote it down before i completely forgot what themes i wanted to include…

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my little piece of love for the stars for you all tonight xxx

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i miss writing about never ending love and all the sweet things in life

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right so why’d jk basically write a love letter like i know im the light of your life but brother…

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LOL the way I just came back to your page to re-read our little secret for the millionth time I can't believe it's been years since it has been posted but it's just such a good fic!!! Although we all want part 2 I totally understand how busy uni is! wishing you a great semester and take all the time you need <3 Thank you for putting out such good fics in your free time that keeps readers coming back

ahhhh the fact that people still to this day come back to read things i’ve written years ago warms my heart so much and really ignites the urge to start writing again!!!

i just handed in my long project for year 2 so i’m feeling like i finally have my life back!!!!!!!!

ahhh more than anything thank you for reading, it really was such a huge dream of mine to write for people so the fact you’ve all taken the time out of your days to read and even come back to what i’ve written means more than anything to me genuinely. i would not be here without all the kind words people have given me on this blog!!

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missing yoongi right now don’t hmu ❤️‍🩹