s0ul

What I wrote and more~

Intro - hi, i’m s0ul

writer | daydreamer | borderline obsessed with fictional men

i create chaotic love stories, enemies-to-lovers tension, and the kind of fics that feel like a punch to the heart (in a good way).

you’ll mostly find me lost in the borderlands, playing with sharp-tongued characters and messy emotions.

i write what i want to read—possessive boys, twisted games, and kisses that taste like danger.

this is my little space for storytelling, thirst, and feels.

i don’t bite (unless the fic calls for it).

Im in love with horror(but not writing about it that much)

welcome to the chaos.

—————-Alice in borderland————-

———————Squid game——————-

——————Jujutsu Kaisen——————

Requested by: @to0manyfandoms 💕

Arisu Ryohei

He’s shaking.

Not from fear this time—but from you.

Arisu’s hands are warm and unsure as they hover near your sleeves, like he doesn’t know if he’s allowed to touch happiness in a place like this. His eyes keep flicking away, embarrassed, flustered.

“Sorry,” he mutters. “I’m just—bad at this.”

You lean in anyway.

When your lips meet his, he freezes for half a second before melting completely, like relief finally found him. It’s gentle. Careful. Like he’s terrified of doing something wrong.

When you pull back, his eyes are wide.

“…That was my first kiss,” he admits, cheeks red.

You smile softly.

He smiles back—small, real, hopeful

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Chota Segawa

He laughs nervously before it happens.

“I’ve never—um—done this before,” he says, scratching the back of his neck, clearly panicking.

You step closer.

When you kiss him, it’s light and sweet, barely there—but his breath catches like it means everything. His smile afterward is so bright it hurts.

“That was…” he searches for the word.

“Nice,” he finishes, grinning.

It’s the kind of kiss that makes the world feel less cruel, if only for a second.

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Karube Daikichi

Karube isn’t nervous—until it actually happens.

When you kiss him, he stiffens in shock, eyes widening before he laughs softly against your lips, overwhelmed. He pulls back, staring at you like he can’t believe this is real.

“…Wow,” he exhales. “I didn’t expect my first kiss to be in a death game.”

Then he smiles—warm, protective, genuine.

“But I’m glad it was you.”

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Chishiya Shuntaro

Chishiya is always composed.

Always smirking.

Always one step ahead.

So when you kiss him and his breath falters—just barely—it feels like you’ve uncovered a secret.

He doesn’t kiss back immediately. When he does, it’s slow, careful, like he’s analyzing something unfamiliar.

When you pull away, he looks stunned.

“…Interesting,” he murmurs.

Then, quieter:

“I’ve never let anyone do that before.”

For once, he doesn’t smile.

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Niragi Suguru

Niragi scoffs before it happens.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he snaps. “I’m not some—”

You kiss him mid-sentence.

He freezes.

When he kisses back, it’s rough at first—instinctive—then suddenly hesitant, like he doesn’t know how to handle the way his chest tightens.

When you pull away, his voice is low.

“…That was my first,” he admits, almost angry at himself.

His eyes darken.

“Don’t make it meaningless.”

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Aguni Morizono

Aguni doesn’t move at first.

He just looks at you, like he’s already lost too much to want more.

When you kiss him, it’s slow. Careful. Grounding.

He exhales like something heavy finally lifted from his chest.

“…I’ve killed people,” he says quietly.

“I’ve never been kissed.”

He rests his forehead against yours.

“Thank you.”

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Last Boss

He doesn’t speak.

But when you kiss him, his hand tightens slightly in your sleeve—like he’s anchoring himself. The kiss is brief, controlled, but his eyes soften afterward in a way that feels rare.

He leans his forehead against yours.

“…First,” he mutters.

That’s all he says.

But he doesn’t let go.

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Hello my loves💕

Hopefully you enjoyed it🤍

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Niragi Suguru🖤

In the Borderlands, love was a liability.

You learned that quickly.

People watched the way Niragi stood too close to you, how his eyes followed you through rooms like a loaded weapon tracking its target. They noticed how arguments stopped when you entered, how his rage redirected instead of exploding.

You became his weakness.

And everyone knew it.

“You trust him?” someone whispered once, like it was a confession.

You didn’t answer. Because trust wasn’t the word. Trust was soft. Safe.

This was something else.

Niragi didn’t ask you to stay. He never begged, never pleaded. He just expected you to be there, like the world owed him at least one constant.

And somehow… you were.

When someone grabbed your wrist during a game—too tight, too familiar—Niragi snapped. The sound of the gunshot echoed long after the body hit the ground.

“Don’t,” you said sharply, heart racing. “You didn’t have to—”

“Yes,” he cut in, eyes wild, breathing uneven. “I did.”

There was something terrifying in the way he looked at you then. Not love. Not care.

Ownership.

“You don’t get it,” he muttered later, pacing like a caged animal. “Everyone here wants something. Survival. Control. Power.”

He stopped in front of you.

“And they don’t get to want you.”

You should have walked away.

You should have been afraid.

Instead, your voice came out quiet. “You don’t own me.”

His jaw tightened. For a second, you thought he might explode.

Then he laughed — low, bitter, broken.

“I know,” he said. “That’s the problem.”

At night, when the city was silent and the sky pressed down like a punishment, you sat beside him and said nothing. Silence was the only thing he didn’t destroy.

Sometimes he looked at you like he was afraid.

Afraid that if you left, there would be nothing left of him worth surviving for.

And when the next game announcement echoed through the city, glowing red against the sky, Niragi’s hand found your sleeve — not gentle, not rough.

Desperate.

“If you die,” he said flatly, “I burn everything.”

You met his gaze, steady and unflinching.

“Then survive,” you replied. “With me.”

For once, Niragi didn’t smirk.

Didn’t joke.

Didn’t hide behind cruelty.

He just nodded.

In a world built to strip people of their humanity, you weren’t saving each other.

You were ruining each other.

And somehow, that felt like love.

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Hello my loves💖

Idk why but I luv this one sm💕

Niragi Suguru🖤

(Alice in Borderland fanfiction)

They said getting close to Niragi was a mistake.

He was unstable, sharp around the edges, a walking warning sign wrapped in bleach-blond chaos. People avoided him the way they avoided broken glass—careful, fearful, already bleeding before they touched him.

You didn’t avoid him.

Not because you were brave.

Not because you were stupid.

But because sometimes, when the world was ending over and over again, loneliness was louder than fear.

Niragi noticed you in fragments.

A glance held too long.

A silhouette standing where no one else dared to stand.

A voice that didn’t shake when it should have.

“Why do you keep looking at me like that?” he snapped once, cigarette hanging loose between his fingers, eyes wild and burning.

You met his gaze without flinching.

“Like what?”

“Like you think you understand me.”

That was the problem.

You didn’t understand him—you saw him. The anger, the ruin, the way he laughed like he was daring the world to shoot him first. And somehow, impossibly, you stayed.

Your connection was never soft.

It was jagged.

Built on arguments that felt like confessions and silences that screamed louder than gunfire.

Niragi never treated you gently. Not with words, not with looks. Everything about him was sharp, deliberate—like he was afraid that if he softened, he’d shatter.

“You should stay away from me,” he muttered one night, blood on his sleeve, eyes hollow. “I’m not someone you survive.”

You didn’t answer right away. You just sat beside him, close enough to feel the heat of his anger, far enough not to get burned.

“Neither is this place,” you said quietly.

For the first time, Niragi didn’t laugh.

Loving him was never about saving him.

It was about choosing to stand in the fire and not pretending it was warmth.

And when the games grew crueler, when survival demanded ugliness, you learned something terrifying—

Niragi would burn the world for you.

Not out of redemption.

But out of something far worse and far deeper.

Obsession. Loyalty. A love that hurt.

A bad romance, born in a broken world—

where neither of you were innocent,

and neither of you wanted to be.

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Hiiii my loves🩷

I haven’t been uploading lately(cause of school)🥀

🎭 Last Boss × Reader

♥ Genre: Psychological tension, spicy romance, possessive love, danger kink without explicit scenes

🕯 Vibe: Neck grazes, Hearts game tension, your hand in his hair(I know he doesn’t have any hair😭) while the world burns

❗ Content: Loaded stares, lip brushing, bruised wrists, jaw-grabbing, near-kisses that are worse than kisses

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He doesn’t speak when you’re split up.

Doesn’t look at you when they make you sit across the room.

But his fingers tap. Tap. Tap.

On his thigh.

On the handle of his sword.

On the edge of his boot.

He’s twitching with rage.

Not at the game.

At the fact you’re playing it.

At the fact he can’t be next to you — can’t touch you, protect you, see your every move.

“You okay?” a male player asks, leaning a little too close to you.

Last Boss doesn’t blink.

But his blade is unsheathed before the sentence finishes.

“Back. Off.”

The man chuckles, nervous. “Alright, relax—”

Last Boss moves fast — one hand grabs the guy’s shirt, the other presses the cold metal against his neck.

“She’s not yours to look at. Speak again, and you leave here with one less eye.”

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Later.

You’re in the shadows after the game.

Your wrist is bruised from a trap. Your hair’s messy. You’re shaking a little.

He pushes you against the concrete wall.

Not to hurt you.

But to check you.

To see you.

To make sure you’re still his.

His hand grabs your jaw.

Not rough.

But not gentle either.

His thumb slides across your bottom lip.

“You almost died.”

“I didn’t.”

“That’s not the point.”

He’s so close your lips are brushing.

His breath is hot.

He smells like sweat, steel, and something dangerously addictive.

“Do you like when I get like that?” he growls against your ear.

“Like what?”

“Violent. For you.”

Your lips part. But no words come out.

He doesn’t kiss you yet.

No — he waits.

Letting the silence press against your ribs like a weight.

Letting the air crackle between your mouths.

Letting you drown in the want of it.

“I’d kill every single person in this city just to keep you from flinching.”

“I know.”

“That doesn’t scare you?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Because I’d let you.”

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He finally kisses you.

Hard.

Hot.

Possessive.

The kind of kiss that bruises lips and ends in someone being dragged into someone else’s lap.

But he stops.

Leaves you breathless.

Panting.

Wanting.

He licks the blood from your lip and whispers:

“Not here. I want the whole world watching when you come undone.”

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Hello my loves!!

I hope you all loved this

Tell me if I should correct anything pls ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗

🎭 Last Boss × Reader

💔 Genre: Slow-burn romance, dark comfort, masked tenderness

🕯️ Vibe: Rain on rusted rooftops, a heartbeat under a leather jacket, sitting in the rain

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He never gives you flowers.

He gives you broken things —

a cracked compass,

a butterfly knife,

a playing card with blood on the corner.

“Thought you’d like it,” he says, eyes cast down like he’s not proud of the soft part of him that picked it up just because it reminded him of you.

You keep them all. Every single one.

Hide them in your backpack.

Call it your little Ponyboy shrine in your head and never say it out loud.

Not after the last time you teased him and he didn’t speak to you for two days.

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Tonight, it rains.

He finds you outside, leaning against the wall of the safehouse, letting the water soak through your sleeves.

He doesn’t ask what’s wrong.

He never does.

But he sits beside you in the wet.

So close your knees touch.

So close you forget how to breathe.

“You don’t have to fix me,” he says suddenly. Voice quiet. Like the rain is louder than him.

You turn to him.

Eyes sharp. But soft.

“I never wanted to fix you.”

“No?”

“I just want to keep you.”

And that —

That’s when it happens.

He grabs your wrist like he’s stopping himself.

Like his body moved before his mind did.

“Don’t say things like that,” he breathes.

“Why not?” you whisper back.

“Because if you keep talking like that… I might start believing I deserve it.”

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You kiss him.

Not fast. Not shy. Not soft.

It’s the kind of kiss that tastes like blood and rainwater, like fire and bruises.

It’s the kind of kiss you don’t come back from.

And when you pull away, he doesn’t open his eyes.

He just leans his forehead against yours and laughs that ugly, low laugh again.

“You’re a real dumbass, you know that?”

“Mm. I like dumb things.”

“Yeah?” he smirks. “Then you’ll love me.”

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And you do.

And it hurts.

But it’s real.

Even monsters want to be kissed like they’re human.

Even Last Boss wants someone to call him just a little Ponyboy and mean it.

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Hello!!

Hopfully you liked this one, maybe there will be a part 3 but I'm not sure yet

🎭 Character: Last Boss (Alice in Borderland)

🎧 Genre: Hurt/Comfort, slow-burn tension, hidden softness, danger-flavored affection

🩸 Style: poetic, vague, romantic, sharp

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He shows up again.

Like he always does.

Leather boots, silver teeth, that sword of his dragging through the dust like a lullaby gone wrong.

You should run.

But you never do.

You call him Ponyboy once.

Not as a joke. Not to mock him.

Just… it slips out. Like your heart meant to whisper it, not your mouth.

He tilts his head. One eye twitching. His lip curling.

“Tch. The hell did you call me?”

You shrug like it’s nothing. Like he isn’t wired with rage under the skin.

Like he didn’t gut a man two days ago for breathing near you.

Like he isn’t chaos on legs.

“Just a little Ponyboy,” you repeat.

And instead of slashing you in half,

he laughs.

Really laughs.

It sounds like a chainsaw.

Somehow hot, alive and real.

He doesn’t touch you — not yet. But he stands close enough that you smell blood and sandalwood.

⸻

“You think I’m soft? That it?”

“I think you’re pretending to be fire when you’re just… tired.”

That shuts him up.

For once.

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Later, you’re sitting on the roof, knees pulled to your chest.

He walks up without a sound.

No mask, no sword. Just a cigarette behind his ear and that scarred smirk.

He leans against the railing beside you. Doesn’t say a word.

“What do you want?” you ask.

He doesn’t answer.

He just holds out a necklace — one that looks hand-cut and badly wrapped. Like he made it himself.

“You call me Ponyboy again, I’ll cut your throat,” he mutters.

“…Deal.”

You take the necklace.

You both stay up there until sunrise.

And maybe,

just maybe,

a little fire curls in your chest.

Not from fear. Not from danger.

Just from him.

Just a little.

Just a little Ponyboy.

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Hello my loves!! ❤️

I hope you enjoyed this

There will he a part 2 of this!

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Sorry for being gone for like 2-3 months I think

I'm gonna write more fan fics and there's one that I'm already writing... Last Boss

And again I apologize but I'm gonna try to be more online again

If you have any recommendations I will be so happy to write themદᵕ̈૩

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

Genre: protective, emotional kind of, happy ending

Vibe: He learns to love — and lets go of destruction for the first time

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The battlefield was chaos.

Curses exploded. Sorcerers screamed. Energy crackled in the sky like thunder ready to tear it in half.

And in the middle of it all, you stood—blood on your cheek, shoulders heaving, eyes locked on the curse about to strike you from behind.

Too fast.

Too strong.

You wouldn’t survive this one.

Unless—

The flash of black markings was all you saw before he appeared.

In an instant, the curse behind you was gone—obliterated into dust by a flick of his hand.

And then he was in front of you. Sukuna. Covered in blood that wasn’t his. Eyes wild.

Chest rising and falling like a beast on the edge.

“You’re hurt,” he growled, grabbing your chin gently to inspect your face. “Who did it?”

“I-It’s nothing—”

“Who.” His voice turned deadly.

You grabbed his wrist. “Stop. You’re scaring me.”

He froze.

Your touch grounded him. His rage flickered, dimmed.

“I don’t need a massacre, Sukuna,” you whispered. “I just need you.”

Those words.

They struck something inside him deeper than any blade ever could.

He stared at you like you were the only real thing in a world of ash and smoke.

Then — for the first time — Sukuna dropped to his knees.

Right there, on the bloodstained ground.

He wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing his forehead to your stomach like a man begging for forgiveness he’d never voice.

“Don’t die on me,” he whispered.

You smiled, your fingers tangling into his hair.

“I won’t,” you said, softly. “I’ve got you, remember?”

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Weeks later, the world was quiet.

The war had ended. The higher-ups backed off, too scared to come near you — not with Sukuna watching like a god of death beside you.

But he didn’t destroy the world.

He didn’t leave you behind.

He built something with you.

A home. A place outside the chaos. A garden with cursed roses that bloomed just for you. A bedroom where he’d hold you through nightmares he didn’t understand.

He still struggled.

He still growled, still cursed under his breath when you made tea for others or laughed too hard at someone else’s jokes.

But every night, without fail, he pulled you into his chest, kissed your forehead, and whispered,

“My baby.”

“My reason.”

“My peace.”

You tamed the King of Curses.

And in return, he gave you a kind of love only a monster could offer:

Fierce.

Unyielding.

Forever.

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Hey my loves~

Hope you guys enjoyed it let me know if you want more

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

Genre: soft moments, hurt/comfort, possessive fluff

Vibe: The king of curses showing affection in his own terrifyingly tender way

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The night was oddly quiet.

No blood. No screams. No curses clawing through walls. Just… silence.

You laid on a bed far too luxurious to belong to someone like him — silk sheets, dim red lantern light, the faint scent of smoke and something sweet. He sat behind you, shirtless, tattoos like inked fire across his skin. His hand brushed slowly through your hair.

It was the first time he touched you without threat or demand.

Just… touch.

Gentle.

Warm.

“You’re quiet tonight,” he murmured. His voice wasn’t mocking. It was low. Calm. Almost… caring?

You didn’t answer. You didn’t know how to.

His fingers trailed down to your shoulder, lingering over a scar you didn’t even remember getting. His thumb brushed it slowly, almost apologetically.

“You hate me less when I’m like this,” he said, half to himself.

You swallowed. “I don’t hate you.”

He stilled behind you.

You could feel his gaze burning into your back, but he didn’t speak. For once, Sukuna — Ryomen Sukuna, the King of Curses — had no smug reply.

You turned your head slightly, looking at him over your shoulder. “I’m scared of you. But I don’t hate you.”

His eyes softened. Barely. But you saw it.

“You should,” he said finally, voice low and bitter. “I’ve destroyed everything you’ve ever known. Kept you like some… doll. A toy. A pet. Why the hell wouldn’t you hate me?”

You sat up slowly, pulling the blanket with you. He didn’t stop you. He just stared, watching the way your expression shifted.

“Because you keep trying to act like a monster,” you whispered, “but you’ve never let anyone hurt me. Not really.”

His jaw tightened.

You reached out, hesitantly placing your hand over the cursed markings on his chest. “You scare me, Sukuna. But… you also saved me. And whether you admit it or not, you’ve taken care of me.”

Something flickered in his eyes — not rage. Not hunger.

Longing.

He leaned in, hand sliding to cup your cheek. “You’re the only thing in this rotten world that makes me feel… anything. I don’t know how to love, baby. But I’ll try.”

Your breath caught.

He pressed his forehead to yours, voice barely audible now.

“I’ll never let anything touch you. I’ll destroy the world before I let it happen.”

You didn’t pull away.

You didn’t want to.

And for the first time, Sukuna kissed you — not rough, not forceful.

Just soft.

Possessive in the quietest, most dangerous way.

“My baby,” he whispered, lips still brushing yours. “Mine… but I’ll learn to be yours too.”

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They will be a part 3 of this!!

Gojo Saturu:

You keep me safe part 1

You keep me safe part 2

Sukuna:

My baby part 1

My baby part 2

My baby part 3(final)

Pairing: Sukuna x reader

Genre: angst, possessive, mild NSFW tension

Setting: Reader is a sorcerer caught in Sukuna’s grip — literally

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You never asked for this.

You never asked to be his.

The King of Curses didn’t ask either.

He took.

And now… you belonged to him.

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Your wrists were bound — not by ropes, but by his cursed energy, wrapping around your skin like invisible chains. You glared at him, teeth clenched, trying not to shiver when his clawed fingers brushed along your jaw.

“Still trying to act tough, little girl?” Sukuna purred, a sadistic grin curling on his lips. “You’re mine now. You can keep fighting me, or you can learn to behave.”

“I’m not your pet,” you spat.

He chuckled darkly, leaning closer until his breath ghosted over your ear. “No, you’re not a pet. You’re something else entirely.” His voice dropped to a growl. “You’re my baby.”

Your heart slammed against your ribs. You hated how your body betrayed you — the way your skin burned under his gaze, the way your thighs clenched when he said things like that.

“Let me go,” you whispered, though it sounded weak even to you.

Sukuna’s eyes gleamed, twin pools of crimson heat. “Let you go? After all the trouble I went through to keep you alive?” He tilted his head, mock hurt. “You really wound me.”

You remembered it — the fight, the explosion of cursed energy, how you’d been seconds away from death before he appeared. Not to save you out of kindness.

But because you were his.

And nothing — no curse, no sorcerer, not even death — would take what was his.

He leaned back against the stone throne he’d conjured, dragging you onto his lap like a doll. You tried to fight it, fists pushing against his chest, but he didn’t budge.

“Still feisty,” he murmured, licking his bottom lip. “That’s fine. I like a challenge. Just remember—” his mouth brushed the shell of your ear, “—you can try to run, you can scream, you can curse me all you want…”

His hands slid along your waist, possessive.

“…but at the end of the day, you’re still mine. My baby.”

And you hated how much it thrilled you.

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Hey my loves❤️

There’s gonna be a part 2 of this and it’s gonna get better trust me!!

Pairing: Last Boss x Reader

Themes: possessive, angst, hearts game

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You hadn’t seen Niragi since that night.

The moment Last Boss had him pinned to the wall with a blade to his throat, the entire room went still. You remember the sound—metal scraping skin, your gasp, and the way Niragi didn’t flinch. He just smiled.

“She’s not yours to own,” Niragi had spat, blood trailing down his neck.

Last Boss had pressed the blade harder. “You’re wrong.”

But then—he pulled back. He didn’t kill him.

He could have. Maybe he wanted to. But he didn’t.

Niragi had laughed, wiped the blood off his throat with the back of his hand, and walked away with one last look at you that promised trouble.

“He’s still alive.”

You’d asked Last Boss later, in the dark when his guard was down and his body was warm beside yours.

“Yes,” he murmured, fingers trailing lazily over your arm. “For now.”

But his patience was wearing thin.

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The Game:

The next Hearts game arrived with cruel precision. The arena was a crumbling amusement park, reeking of rot and rust. The rules were simple—“The Game of Allegiances.”

You had to lie, manipulate, and decide who you could trust. Only one player could “survive” each round. The rest? Eliminated.

You weren’t supposed to be there.

Last Boss had begged—begged—you not to join. “Let me do this alone.”

But you didn’t listen. And now you were trapped in it with him.

As the game progressed, it became clear: someone was targeting you. Every round, the deception twisted closer to your name, every vote edged toward your elimination. Last Boss noticed it before you did.

And when Niragi’s name popped up on the screen as one of the players, it all made sense.

He was here to finish what he started.

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The final round.

Only four remained: You, Last Boss, Niragi, and a stranger who looked like he’d lost his soul five games ago.

You were the target again.

“I’ll take his place,” Last Boss snarled at the dealer. “I’ll play her round.”

“That’s not how this game works,” the dealer replied. “But you’re welcome to… interfere.”

That’s all he needed.

It happened fast.

One moment Niragi was laughing—“She’s not worth dying for, you know”—and the next, he was on the ground, blood pooling from a slice too deep to survive. This time, Last Boss didn’t hold back.

You watched in horror and heartbreak, but not fear.

Because even in the violence, his eyes never left yours.

“I told you,” he said, wiping the blood off his sword. “I don’t lose the people I love.”

You didn’t know what shook you more—his confession, or how calm he sounded saying it.

After the game, he walked to you, pulled you into his arms, and held you like the world wasn’t on fire around you.

“I love you,” he whispered. “And I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me.”

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Hello my loves~

Let me know if you want more of these

You Keep Me Safe – Part 2

Genre: Romance, Action, Comfort, Fluff, Slight Angst

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

⸻

You woke before the sun, curled into the warmth of Gojo’s chest. His breathing was deep, steady. Calm.

It was a rare thing to see him like this—unguarded, unmasked. No teasing smile, no cocky swagger, no Infinity between him and the world. Just him. Just Satoru.

You carefully traced your fingers over his knuckles, still bruised from the night before. He stirred slightly, then without opening his eyes, spoke in that low, sleepy voice that never failed to send a shiver down your spine.

“You’re staring.”

You smiled softly. “I am.”

He opened one eye, silver lashes catching the dim light. “Worried about me again, huh?”

“I always worry about you.”

He reached up and brushed your hair back, tucking it behind your ear. “That’s a dangerous habit,” he whispered. “I’m invincible, remember?”

You rested your hand over his heart. “Even the strongest need someone to come home to.”

His smile faltered for a second—just enough to show something raw underneath. He looked at you like you were the one thing in this world that couldn’t be replaced. Not by strength. Not by power. Not by anything.

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Later that day, you found yourself walking the edge of the training grounds, watching as Gojo effortlessly wiped out a training curse with one flick of his hand.

“Show-off,” you muttered with a grin.

He turned at the sound of your voice, his smirk already in place. “I live to impress you.”

But as you walked toward him, a sudden surge of cursed energy swept through the field. The ground trembled. Your breath caught.

Gojo moved instantly, placing himself in front of you before the cursed spirit even fully revealed itself.

“You’re kidding me,” he muttered. “I thought we cleared this sector.”

The curse launched forward—and in the blink of an eye, Gojo activated Limitless. The space around him twisted, shimmered, and cracked as the curse collided with the invisible barrier, instantly repelled.

But even though it never touched you… you still flinched.

Gojo noticed.

He turned, placed both hands on your shoulders, and gently lowered his blindfold. His ocean-blue eyes met yours—calm, unreadable, and utterly focused.

“You alright?”

You nodded, but your heart was racing.

“Hey,” he said, voice quieter now. “I said I’d keep you safe. And I will. Always.”

“I know,” you whispered. “It’s just… I forget how powerful you really are sometimes.”

He stepped closer, resting his forehead against yours.

“You’re the only one who sees me and not the title. Not ‘The Strongest.’ Just… Gojo. That’s why I don’t want you to see any of this. Not the fights. Not the blood. I don’t want you getting used to that.”

“But this is your world—our world,” you said. “And I want to stand beside you in it, not just hide behind you.”

That made him pause.

Then, to your surprise, he smiled softly.

“Then stand beside me,” he said. “But don’t ever doubt that I’d destroy the world before I let it touch you.”

And he meant it. You could feel it in the weight of his words, in the space he carved around you—unbreakable, untouchable.

You weren’t just safe with Gojo.

You were his.

And in a world full of cursed energy and chaos, there was nothing more powerful than that.

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Pairing: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Genre:Fluff, Angst

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The world of jujutsu sorcery was ruthless, filled with curses, danger, and endless fights. But in the midst of it all, there was one constant: Gojo Satoru.

He was known as the strongest, an unparalleled force in the world. His power seemed limitless, and his confidence was as tall as the mountains, almost impenetrable. But despite his seemingly invincible nature, you knew him in ways that no one else did.

He was not just the powerful sorcerer who brought down curses effortlessly; he was the man who kept you safe, who kept you in his embrace when the world outside felt too dangerous to handle.

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It started on an average day. The usual hum of curses had settled over the city, but Gojo had been particularly vigilant. There had been rumors of a new, powerful curse wandering the city, and while most sorcerers were too scared to chase it, Gojo was already gearing up to face it head-on.

“Stay here,” he had told you earlier, his hand lingering on your shoulder. “I don’t want you anywhere near this fight.”

You had protested, but he gave you that familiar smile—the one that both made your heart flutter and tightened your chest.

“You’re safe with me,” he had reassured, his eyes glimmering with that cocky confidence of his. “Don’t worry. I’ll be back before you know it.”

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The night fell, and you waited in his apartment, staring out the window. The city felt quieter than usual, and the only sound was the distant hum of traffic. You couldn’t shake the feeling of unease. Something about tonight felt different.

You paced the room, glancing at the clock—two hours since Gojo left, and there was no word from him. The curse hunt wasn’t supposed to take this long. You bit your lip, worry creeping in.

Suddenly, the door swung open, and Gojo stepped inside. His usual carefree demeanor was gone. His clothes were slightly torn, his hair ruffled, but there was a calmness in his eyes that immediately put you at ease.

You rushed to him, your heart in your throat. “Gojo! Are you alright?”

He gave you a reassuring smile, though there was a glimmer of exhaustion in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m fine. The curse was more stubborn than I thought.”

You scanned his form for injuries, and your breath caught when you saw the faint traces of blood on his skin.

“I’m fine,” he repeated, brushing off your concern. But you couldn’t ignore the tightness in your chest.

“You’re not fine!” You gently grabbed his arm, urging him toward the couch. “Let me clean you up.”

He let you lead him, though his gaze softened as he sat down. His strong hands gripped your wrist gently, pulling you closer to him. “You don’t need to worry. I can take care of myself.”

But you could see the exhaustion in his eyes, the toll of the battle. You gently wiped away the blood on his cheek, your heart aching for him.

“You protect me,” you whispered, voice soft but strong. “Let me take care of you, too.”

Gojo paused, his usual smirk gone as he looked at you with something deeper—something you had only ever seen when it was just the two of you.

He leaned in closer, his voice barely above a whisper. “You’re the only one who’s ever kept me grounded. I’ll protect you with everything I have… but tonight, let me just be here with you.”

His words, filled with an unspoken tenderness, struck a chord deep within you. This man, the strongest in the world, was telling you that you made him feel human. That you were his anchor. It was in moments like these—when he let his guard down—that you saw the real Gojo: a man who was fiercely protective, yet unafraid to let you in.

You stayed by his side that night, tending to him with quiet care. And when the darkness of the world outside seemed too much, it was in his arms that you found solace. His warmth surrounded you, and you knew, without a doubt, that he would always keep you safe.

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The next morning, Gojo was back to his usual self—smiling, joking, and practically glowing with confidence. But you saw the way his eyes softened when they met yours. There was a new unspoken understanding between you both.

“I told you I’d protect you,” Gojo said, ruffling your hair affectionately. “You’re safe with me. Always.”

And in that moment, you believed him—not because he was the strongest sorcerer alive, but because he was your Gojo, and no matter how dangerous the world got, he would always keep you safe.

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Guys there’s gonna be a part 2 of this!!

(you drives them crazy, and they love it)

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Chishiya:

He’s annoyingly good at hiding emotions, so no one really sees it coming.

Except you.

You catch the way his eyes linger. The way he stands a little closer than necessary. The way he always has snacks when you say you’re hungry—even though he “doesn’t care.”

One night, you call him out:

“Are you ever going to admit you like me?”

He glances up from his chair, smirks, then calmly says,

“I figured you knew already.”

You blink. “Wait—so you do?”

He shrugs. “I like you. A lot. But you’re clever enough to figure that out without a grand speech, aren’t you?”

…You roll your eyes, but your heart is doing backflips.

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Last Boss:

He confesses the only way he knows how—bluntly, and like the world might end right after.

You’re tending to his wounds again, fussing over a cut on his cheek, when he grabs your wrist.

“You make me feel… different,” he says quietly.

You tilt your head, confused. “Different how?”

His eyes meet yours. No mask. No steel. Just raw honesty.

“Like I don’t want to die anymore. Like I want to protect you. Like I love you.”

It’s not soft. It’s intense.

But he looks terrified.

You just smile. “I love you too.”

He exhales like he’s been holding that breath forever.

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Arisu:

He’s nervous. Like, visibly.

He keeps trying to say it but backs out every time.

So you corner him one evening and say, “Okay, seriously—what’s going on with you lately?”

And then it bursts out of him:

“I like you! Okay? I really, really like you. I think about you all the time and it makes everything—this place, these games—less awful.”

You stare at him, stunned.

He looks like he wants the ground to swallow him.

So you just grin and say, “Took you long enough.”

And the way he laughs after? Worth it.

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Niragi:

He doesn’t say it in words at first—he shows it in the possessive glances, the way he always steps in front of danger when you’re around, the snacks he throws in your lap when you’re grumpy.

But one night, when you jokingly say, “You’d be sad if I died, huh?”

He goes still.

Then dead serious:

“I’d burn the whole Borderlands down if anything happened to you.”

You blink. “…So you like me?”

He scoffs, then mutters, “Yeah. Obviously.”

You smirk. “Say it.”

He groans. “Fine. I like you. A stupid amount. Happy now?”

You kiss his cheek and he blushes so hard, he forgets how to act tough.

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Tatta:

He stumbles over every word. He keeps fidgeting, scratching the back of his neck, avoiding eye contact.

Finally, he blurts it out while you’re drinking water:

“I really like you! Like, in a heart-fluttering, can’t-sleep, you’re-so-pretty-it-hurts kind of way.”

You choke on your water.

He panics. “Oh my god are you okay? I didn’t mean to kill you with feelings!”

You burst into laughter and say, “You’re so cute it’s actually unfair.”

He turns tomato-red. But also? He glows.

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Aguni:

He doesn’t plan it. It just happens.

You’re arguing about something small—like whether you should rest or keep moving—and he says, “You’re too stubborn for your own good.”

You fire back, “Well maybe I wouldn’t be if you didn’t keep risking your life!”

And he just… stares at you.

Then quietly says, “I do it for you.”

You pause. “What?”

“I’d risk everything for you. Because I love you.”

Your heart stops.

He looks away, like maybe he shouldn’t have said it.

So you take his hand and whisper, “Then I guess we’re both stubborn. Because I love you too.”

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Hello my loves!!!

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How they react when they fall in love with you

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Chishiya:

She steals a fry off his plate.

He raises an eyebrow, clearly judging her.

But when she grins like she just committed a high-level crime and got away with it, something shifts in his chest.

She laughs at his sarcasm. She’s not scared of him.

He watches her eat his food and thinks:

“…Oh no. I like her. I really like her.”

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Last Boss:

She grabs his hand in the middle of a game and doesn’t let go—even when chaos erupts around them.

She looks at him like he’s not a weapon, but a person. Like he’s hers.

Later, when she falls asleep on his shoulder, softly mumbling his name in her sleep, he freezes.

Quietly, he slips his jacket over her shoulders.

“If anyone hurts her, I’ll kill them.”

…Yeah. He’s in deep.

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Arisu:

She trips over her own feet and laughs it off like it’s nothing.

He rushes over like she’s broken every bone in her body, borderline panicking.

She teases him for being dramatic, ruffling his hair.

He blushes so hard he forgets what planet he’s on.

That night, he keeps hearing her laugh in his head and thinks:

“Oh. I’m done for.”

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Niragi:

She talks back. Boldly.

Real sass. No fear. She calls him out when he’s being ridiculous, then winks at him like she’s challenging him to do something about it.

At first, he’s thrown. Like—who does she think she is?

But then she laughs, all pretty and smug, and his stomach flips.

“If anyone else makes her laugh like that, I’ll set them on fire.”

Yeah. He’s completely gone.

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Tatta:

She laughs at his dumb joke. Not a pity laugh—like, full-on giggles that make her clutch her stomach.

He turns bright red. Literally short-circuits.

She calls him “cute” when he stammers through a sentence, and his brain immediately reboots.

Later, she gives him a goofy smile and says, “You make me feel safe.”

He doesn’t even know how to process that. Safe? Him?

He goes to bed smiling like an idiot.

“I think I love her. Oh no. I definitely love her.”

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Aguni:

She’s the only one who doesn’t treat him like he’s made of stone.

She teases him. Pokes his arm when he’s brooding. Smirks when he says something serious.

One day, she hands him a bottle of water after training and says, “You really should rest more, y’know.”

It’s simple. Soft. Real.

And for some reason, it hits him harder than any fight ever could.

He watches her walk away, ponytail swaying, completely unaware of the war she’s just started in his chest.

“Damn it… I’m in love with her.”

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Hey my loves❤️

Hope you like this one

*the next one is probably how they’re gonna confess*