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The jjk men snap at you. Part 1

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Jjk men smau.

Finding their number on a desk and deciding to text them.

Note: jjk men are popular while reader is basically a nobody.

Other part with the rest of the jjk men

My first time doing something like this so please so not hate

Nanami kento

Higuruma Hiromi

Ryomen Sukuna

Ino takuma

Shui Kong

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Jjk men text smau you find their number on a desk at school and decide to message them

Note: jjk men are very popular while reader is a nobody basically.

This is my first time doing something like this so please do not hate

There will also be another post with the other jjk men

Gojo Satoru

Geto Suguru

Choso kamo

Toji Fushiguro

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🗡️“The sword dance”🗡️

Fanart of Alucard Tepes from Castlevania inspired by a post that popped out in my Twitter(x) feed as an outfit suggestion - thus on my short break after heath collapse, I did what I had to do. 💅✨

Of course had to add one of Alucard’s infamous quotes hoping to catch some motivation for this life as well. Gotta hang this man’s pictures on my wall like these sappy kitten posters in offices saying like “keep going” and don’t be sad”, maybe a biblically accurate angel saying “be not afraid” along the lines.. 👁️🪽

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WHATCHER IN THE DARK

Part 1/7

NOTE : Slight horror. Reader is twenty one years old. Sukuna is thirty years old. If you do not like how I write then just ignore. I will also be taking suggestions for the other parts. Please also note that this is my first time writing and I do not like to describe how the reader looks as everyone is different and beautiful in there own way.

Part 1: The Invitation

Y/n had always been the cautious one. The friend who found solace in the comfort of the familiar, preferring the soft hum of her bedroom lights over the harsh, unpredictable wilderness. But when her friends invited her on a hike through the forest, she felt that gnawing pull to go. They had been distant lately, and this seemed like their attempt to reconnect, to bring her back into their fold.

Maybe it would be fun, she thought. After all, it was just a hike. Nothing to worry about.

As they walked, the dense forest swallowed the last of the daylight. The path narrowed, swallowed by thick trees and underbrush, the sunlight struggling to break through. Y/n’s feet were sore from the uneven ground, and each step felt heavier. The air was thick with the scent of pine and damp earth, but there was something else—something cloying that stung the back of her throat.

“You okay?” Naomi called back from the front, her voice floating through the air like a chirp of a bird, carefree and light.

“Yeah, just a bit tired,” Y/n replied, offering a forced smile. She adjusted her pack, her eyes scanning the trees, now feeling the first prickle of unease creeping under her skin. There was something wrong about this place. It was too quiet. No birds. No insects. The forest felt dead, even though it should’ve been alive with the usual sounds.

"We’re almost there," Naomi added, her voice becoming almost too sweet, too eager. It was a sound Y/n didn’t quite trust.

They pushed on through the woods, deeper and deeper, until they came to a small clearing. There, in the midst of the trees, stood an old cabin—its rotting walls leaning in on themselves, covered in dark moss and vines that seemed to crawl with an unnatural speed. It loomed there like a forgotten monument, its presence too vast for the small clearing.

Y/n’s heart began to pound.

“Is this it?” she asked, voice barely above a whisper, though the others didn’t seem to hear. They were already moving toward the cabin, laughing and joking.

“Yeah!” Naomi called back, her excitement more than a little forced. “Isn’t it perfect?” She spun on her heel and gestured to the others to follow her inside.

Y/n stood frozen. Something wasn’t right about the cabin, but the others were already moving toward it.

“Come on, Y/n. It’ll be fun,” Naomi said, as though it was the most obvious thing in the world. She didn’t even look back as she entered.

Y/n swallowed hard, anxiety crawling up her spine. But she couldn't bring herself to back out now. She had to stay with them. They were her friends, after all, and this wasn’t the time to be the odd one out.

Reluctantly, she stepped toward the cabin, the door creaking open before she could even touch it. The air inside was thick with mildew, dust, and the smell of decay, as though the place hadn't been touched in years. The dim light that filtered through the grime-coated windows barely illuminated the interior. Broken furniture was scattered haphazardly about, their sharp angles creating shadows that seemed to writhe and shift.

"Just wait till nightfall," Naomi said, tossing her bag down onto a threadbare couch. "This place has so many secrets. It's perfect for a little fun."

Y/n barely heard her. She was already starting to feel the weight of the silence pressing in around her. The others were unpacking, chatting and laughing like they were in the most ordinary of places, but all Y/n could focus on was the deep sense of wrongness in the air. The old wooden beams above her creaked and groaned as if the house itself was alive and struggling to breathe.

Then, in the far corner of the room, something moved.

At first, it was subtle—just a shift in the shadows—but as Y/n’s eyes adjusted, she saw it more clearly: a faint outline of something tall, dark, and indistinct. A figure, standing in the corner of the room.

Y/n’s breath hitched, her heart racing. Her eyes darted around, but no one else had noticed. They were too busy, too wrapped up in their plans to care.

She stepped back, her pulse quickening. She was sure she saw it move, but the figure remained still.

A low growl, almost imperceptible, vibrated through the air. It wasn't an animal's growl—too deep, too guttural, as though it came from something older, more sinister. It rattled the air like a warning.

"Y/n, you okay?" one of her other friends, Lucas, asked, looking up from where he was rummaging through a bag. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

Y/n opened her mouth to respond, but nothing came out. Instead, she glanced back at the corner. Nothing.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she muttered, forcing a smile that felt like it might crack her face. But her gaze lingered on the dark corner for just a moment too long.

No one else seemed to notice the shadow in the corner, and before Y/n could convince herself that she had imagined it, Naomi called out from the other side of the cabin.

“Hey, look what I found!” She was standing near the old fireplace, pulling out what looked like a pile of tattered books. “Who wants to play a game?”

Y/n nodded mechanically, walking over to join them, trying to shake the feeling of something watching her. But even as she sat down with her friends, her eyes kept flicking back to that dark corner.

That was when she heard it again. The growl.

It was louder this time, clearer. A rumble deep in her bones, coming from somewhere behind her, somewhere close.

Before Y/n could turn, Naomi’s voice sliced through the tension. “It’s getting late. We should probably start the fire.”

Y/n turned to face the others. They hadn’t heard the growl. They were too busy laughing, too busy getting settled in.

But Y/n could feel it now—this place wasn’t empty. Something was here, something that had been waiting.

Sukuna’s Point of View:

She’s here.

Sukuna’s grin spread across his face, a slow, bloodthirsty stretch that twisted the space around him. His sharp eyes gleamed from the shadows as he watched them enter the cabin—one by one, foolish and unaware. How long had it been since he had last tasted the sweet, innocent fear of a human?

These fools thought they were safe, thought they could just walk in and treat the cursed place like a quaint getaway. They had no idea. Not yet.

She’s different, though.

His gaze lingered on Y/n, her presence standing out from the rest. He could feel it—her pulse, her breath, the tiny tremors that raked across her skin. She was wary, nervous, but there was something else too—something deeper, something he could almost taste in the air.

A perfect prey, ready to be taken. But the game hadn’t started yet.

Sukuna’s fingers twitched, his body aching to emerge from the shadows. The others would be easy—he could kill them quickly, without breaking a sweat. But her? She would be special.

The growl that vibrated through the room? That was a warning. Not to them—but to her. To let her know that she was the one he would hunt.

You’ll be fun.