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The Apartment Across The Street - Sukuna x Reader

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of the window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it.

Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

Words: 6.7k

Tags - 18+ MDNI, No Use of Y/N, No Curses, Set in late 90s/early 00s, Smut, Angst, High Sex, Missionary, Degredation, Marijuana, Slight x Toji (I can't help myself)

WARNINGS - Dead Dove, Dark, Non-Con/Dub-con, Breaking and Entering, Sukuna and Toji are criminals, Sukuna's a hitman, Choking, Violence

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author's note: Heyyyy! Okay I went a little too hard like I always do so this is a bit long and (imo) it get's a little intense so be warned. I hope you enjoy hopefully I have some motivation to keep writing. art cred: @innaillus

That apartment used to be empty.

Sukuna hadn’t been home in a week. He doesn’t mind. He’s learned to not have too many hopes or expectations in this line of work. Besides, he prefers being his own boss. He accepts contracts when he needs money then he’s off until it runs out. Doesn’t matter if they take days or even weeks.

Shorter jobs like this one weren’t his treat. They don’t pay as much as he likes, but it works out. These apartments were a bit shitty, they didn’t cost too much. And, he was right in the middle of the city. Easy to meet clients. The clubs went on all night long. Which is exactly how late he was out when he was home. Actually, he was planning to go out tonight. Meet up with Toji and see if he can’t get a woman in his bed by 2 am.

He wondered how long it would take to see his newest neighbor. The way the apartments in the complex are built, you could easily see into your neighbor’s bedroom. 'State guidelines say blinds aren’t required. You buy them,' was the response he received when he brought the problem up to the landlord. A lot of people invested in curtains, maybe they hadn’t bought any yet. He saw a bed, but it seems to be the only thing they’ve managed to set up. There were a couple boxes with flaps wide open sitting beside it.

After a few more moments of rumination, he closed his curtain and laid down on his bed waiting for a text to come over. In truth, he couldn't wait to see who was unlucky enough to be his new window neighbor. The last one didn’t go too well. They also didn’t invest in curtains and he isn’t entirely sure if he’s the reason they moved out, but he’s sure they didn’t appreciate catching his stare multiple times a day. And that one time at midnight.

-

All it took was the next morning.

Sukuna’s eyes crept open and he stared towards the ceiling. The girl he brought home last night was dead asleep and naked on his chest. He yawned and wiped his face tiredly. He nudged the girl off of him a bit, then sat up on the side of his bed. Ugh, he felt like shit. Toji always went entirely too hard when they went out, but Sukuna doesn’t mind. He has nowhere to be. Nothing to do. 

He got up and stretched then walked to the bathroom. As he completed his morning routine, he pondered about what today would behold for him. This is another reason he hated short jobs. Sukuna loves free time, but only if there’s something to do with it. There never really is.

He could kill that girl in his bedroom. In fact, he could have killed any girl he brought home since he moved in half a year ago. But the last time he made his job his hobby, it didn’t go so well for him. It was too close of a call, and getting arrested for murder just isn’t worth it. He could spend a couple months in the pen, not years at a time.

He spat out his toothpaste. Life was so fucking mundane. He had no life goals, barely any friends, his little brother hates him, and he works alone. All things he doesn’t actually care about, but shit, when is he going to get some excitement? Nothing gets him going anymore.

He needs something that will make him feel. A drug of some sort? But that doesn’t seem right to him. Even now as he walks back in the room staring at the woman in his bed, he feels nothing. If she woke back up and decided she wanted to have sex with him, he would say yes, but only because it’s something to do. He’s not feeling any particular way about her.

The moment he sat back down on the bed, she started shifting around. A few seconds later, she lifts her head and yawns. “Good morning.��� She giggles, she leans over and kisses his cheek. Sukuna grunts.

The girl looks around the dark room. “It is morning, right?” She doesn’t let him answer before she stands up and opens the curtains. “Oh wow,” she exclaims. “I can see directly into your neighbor’s room.” She says. He still doesn’t get up, just hums at her.

“She’s cute though.”

Sukuna perks up upon hearing that. “Oh yeah? I haven’t seen her yet. She’s new.”

This was the first time since they’ve met that she said something interesting, but unfortunately for him, she drops the subject immediately and walks back into bed, leaving the curtains open. Sukuna holds back his sigh. Does he really want to spend the rest of his morning with this girl? It was half past 8. Way too early.

“I'm going to start getting ready for work,” he says without skipping a beat. She stops in her tracks and blinks at him, clearly not expecting that. It’s silent for a few moments. Sukuna’s not sure what she’s waiting on, but if it’s for him to say he’s kidding or let her stay, she’s sorely mistaken.

“Oh, I thought you were contracted,” she says nervously.

‘I only work when I feel like it, gorgeous.’ Sukuna inwardly curses himself for his suave nature. “Yeah. I got a contract. In an hour.”

His curtness and annoyed expression did good to make her feel completely and totally unwanted. The girl awkwardly smiled at him. “Oh, ha ha. Yeah…okay.” Sukuna got up and walked out of the room. Give her a little space to feel like shit while she gets ready to leave. He makes himself a cup of coffee, his face still that same blank expression even after he hears her rushing out the door from behind him. When she’s gone he takes himself back into his room.

He walks up to his window to close the curtains once more until someone catches his eye. He freezes and his eyebrows shoot upwards. That girl was right. She was cute. And he had the perfect view of her. She seemed to be posing or checking herself out. Sukuna wasn’t sure which one it was, but he hoped she didn’t stop. That bikini she had on was doing wonders for her, and him.

Something was off. Looking at her made him…tense. His hands were gripping the curtains, he was biting the inside of his cheek, his leg was shaking; Was it anxiety? No, she’s not making him nervous. What he’s feeling is euphoric. He likes it. He wants to grip her bare waist and squeeze her until she bruises.

In the short time he watches her, he learns 3 new things: 1. She has a mirror on the left side of her window. 2. She is completely unaware of how easily someone could see her in all her half-naked glory. 3. Sukuna could overpower her if it came down to it. Or maybe it’s 4 things. From the beating of his heart and the warm rushing feeling heading towards his dick, he learns the drug he thought he needed might not be a drug at all.

-

It doesn’t take long after that to finally meet her.

Before taking his most recent job, Sukuna had nearly consumed everything in his fridge. What was left was now finished and he spent a lot of his morning sulking at a half empty milk carton, his breakfast for the day. He hated eating out, it messed with his figure.

The local grocery wasn't too bad of a walk from his place, although he hated carrying everything back. He always bought a few necessities and a few ingredients to quickly whip something up for his dinner. Today, he’d have to bulk up if he doesn’t want to keep coming back.

As much as he hated the public, shopping never seemed to be a problem for him. He was tall and intimidating, he never smiled, he was always tense; people tended to avoid him like the plague. He appreciated it. But, as he enters the frozen meal aisle with his cart half full he wishes that just for a moment, he looked approachable. Then, this would be much easier.

There she was, in sweatpants and a cropped tube top, looking at the frozen pizzas. She looked like she had been home all day. She was much cuter now that he could see her better. A lot cuter. She’s pretty as hell.

Thank goodness, too. He already knew what her body looked like, what with her constantly taking pictures of herself in front of the window. She liked to play dress up, she would try on entirely different outfits before she was satisfied. Pretty soon, the colors of her bras and panties would be ingrained into his memory.

He stood there looking her up and down for a few more seconds before he started browsing once more. Although he really was looking for food he wanted, he used this opportunity to slowly get closer to her. He pretended to be interested in some frozen broccoli and he snuck a look at her. To his surprise, and enjoyment, she had done the same. When they made eye contact, she jerked and looked away. A couple moments after that, she grabbed her food and walked away into another aisle.

Sukuna chuckled to himself. She wouldn’t get away that easily. He dropped the broccoli in his cart and followed after her. He hadn’t seen which aisle she’d gone into, so he kept walking down and looking into each one until he found her trying to get some chips from a high shelf. He smiled upon seeing her struggle. Maybe this would be easier than he thought.

He managed to walk right up behind her and reach for the chips she was trying to get before she got startled. She gasped a bit and looked up at him. He looked down at her. Fuck, she was pretty. His heart started to pound, he could practically salivate at the idea of taking her home.

He hands her the chips before she can say anything, then walks away. Before he’s out of her sight he hears her say, “Thank you so much.”

Her cadence, the velvety softness of her voice; it made him want to drop to his knees. How sweet would she sound if he bit into her neck? How soft is her yelp when she stubs her toe? How shrill is her scream when she’s in pain?

Her appreciation made him stop in his tracks. He turned over his shoulder to look at her. She seemed nervous and her eyes were uncertain. Sukuna began to feel restless. So many ideas of what he could do to her if he got her alone were rushing through his mind and she was none the wiser. This aisle has been empty and no one has come by. He could take her right now.

Instead, he looks her up and down. “Yeah, sure.” And then he walks away with his shopping. He leaves wondering when next they’ll meet, she does the same as she watches his back.

-

“Still haven’t called the maintenance guy, huh? Lazy jackass.”

Sukuna turns his head to the side and glares at his unwanted guest. Toji may have been his best friend, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t want to break his fat neck and bury him in the park. Besides, that title meant jack shit. They met in jail and Toji helped him get on his feet when Sukuna’s sentence was up. Toji never really left him alone and Sukuna stayed because his family was rich. If anything, they were close acquaintances who had sex sometimes.

Speaking of Toji’s money, the asshole grew up in an affluent family which means his standards were a bit too high for the humble abode that Sukuna prefers. It was probably the most annoying part about him. He was complaining about the door to the bathroom. It didn’t close correctly so you had to force it shut. Something that just isn’t enough of a problem to be bothered to try and fix.

“Stop coming over if it annoys you so much,” Sukuna responds, taking another drag from their second blunt for the morning. He was finally starting to feel something from it and he didn’t want to hear Toji whining about bullshit.

“Nah, I think I’ll keep coming. Especially with your fine ass neighbor.” Toji walked away again, not seeing Sukuna’s head jerk towards him. What was he talking about? Sukuna didn’t tell him about her. Did he see her?

“Why the fuck are you in my room?” He gets up to follow behind him. Sukuna looks down the hallway and sees both his room and the bathroom doors wide open. The bathroom was empty. “Get out.”

He starts walking towards his room door but jumps back when Toji rushes out of it. “Come look at this,” he says, grabbing his arm.

Toji had this crazed grin on his face and he was tugging him along impatiently. “What the hell are you-” Sukuna’s words die in his throat as he gazes upon what had Toji so excited. It was his beautiful neighbor changing in front of her mirror again except, there was a big problem. She had never been completely naked before.

Holy shit, her body could stop a truck. Sukuna let his jaw drop. His eyes raked her from her breasts to her legs. She would turn around occasionally, walk back and forth in front of the window, oh he loved the way her tits bounced. He wanted her on top of him, his dick sliding in and out of her while he latched onto her nipple.

“She’s sexy as fuck, huh?” Sukuna’s unceremoniously snapped out of his trance by Toji’s comment. He turns his head towards him looking at his smile and twinkling eyes. “She do this all the time? Does she even know?” Toji gasps and looks him in the eye. “Does she do it on purpose?”

I’m that moment, a switch had flipped inside of Sukuna. Toji was watching her before he brought him in here. He saw her naked first. He shouldn’t have seen her at all. The warm swarm of butterflies in his abdomen had fluttered away, a feeling of rage building in his heart instead. She was Sukuna’s to look at, not Toji’s.

To answer his question, Sukuna shrugs. Then, they both turn towards her again only to make eye contact with her. They see her gasp, cover herself and shriek before running from the window. “Fuck,” they say in unison before shutting the curtain.

“I blame you for that,” Toji says despite both of them being at fault. He puts his hands in his pockets and walks out of the room. “Where’s the blunt?”

Toji may have forgotten about that little encounter, but Sukuna doesn’t think he can forget anytime soon. He hates that Toji got to see her like that. They still haven’t spoken more than once to each other, and now she knows he’s a pervert that stares at her through their windows. Sukuna scowls at the ground then slams his hand into the wall. She’ll leave soon just like the last one did, but this time, he doesn’t want to accept that as a possibility.

He gives himself time to calm down before joining Toji again. He can’t bring work home again.

-

It was over.

He saw her once after that incident. Waiting for Toji to pick him up for the night, he stood outside the local gas station smoking a cigarette. She’d been on his mind since. She invested in curtains, unfortunately. She was really uncomfortable. He’s not even sure if she’s left the apartment.

Thinking about what happened made him furious. If Toji hadn’t gone into his room he would have never seen her. Oh he just can’t shut the hell up about the shape of her ass and how he would let her suffocate him with her gorgeous thighs. Sukuna sighed, her thighs were gorgeous weren’t they?

She was a missed opportunity. There are so many ways he could have started something with her. It’s not like she didn’t like him, had they met again before that, he’s sure he could have gotten her number. Usually, missing out on a woman wasn’t that bothersome, but she was different for him. He looked forward to beating his dick under the windowsill while she tried on clothes. His imagination wasn’t bad, but by the time he came in his hands, his dick was red and sore and his arm was tired.

His memory is not enough. He wants her.

He looks at the time on his watch. A quarter ‘til midnight. He rolls his eyes. Toji’s always late. A quick snack is in order.

Sukuna mindlessly stares at the powdered donuts wondering if he really feels like fucking up his clothes and having dirty fingers. He hates club bathrooms, the one here is just as bad, and he doesn’t want to lick his fingers. Maybe he won’t. But right before he decides to leave, the door opens. He turns his head upon hearing the small ring of a bell, but doesn’t pay attention to the culprit until they’re in the same aisle. “Oh shit,” he said before he could stop himself.

He tries to look away before she notices, but it’s too late. He looks back at her and grimaces. The girl is shaken to her core. Poor thing is afraid. And while Sukuna feels a bit bad about making such a cutie so frightened, it kind of…warms his heart. She takes in a deep breath and twists back around. She doesn’t even buy anything. She just leaves.

He almost chases her. He stands in the aisle still reveling in her presence. He breathes deeply thinking about how nice it felt to have such power over someone. Hm.

Sukuna leaves the store only a few moments after her. Toji’s BMW was running next to a pump as he got out of the car. “Oh shit, there you are.” He grins. “Guess who I just saw.”

“I know. She was running from me.” Sukuna says, getting into the passenger seat.

Toji cackles while driving away. “Damn, so she’s scared of us, huh?” Sukuna shrugs. “She looked like it. Girl was huffing it. Actually…she ran down the street towards where we’re going.���

Sukuna raises a brow at him. Toji doesn’t say anything and just keeps smiling. “So?”

He turns on his beamers and slows down as he drives between the apartment buildings. Sukuna’s eyes widen as he realizes just what Toji’s trying to do. And soon his lips follow. Just up ahead was a figure with a hoodie walking very quickly. They turn around and immediately shield their eyes from the bright lights. It was her.

She seemed confused at first, and the bright light contrasted with the darkness of the night blinded her from seeing who was in the car. However, she didn’t stop walking or slow down. She decided to mind her business instead. It could be anyone. Anyone. Even though it was the same car waiting at the gas station.

Despite her telling herself that she’s okay, she couldn’t help but notice how they were matching her speed. And that once they had gotten right behind her, the window was rolled down. And that she still had a block left to go.

“Ay,” Sukuna shouted from behind her, effectively terrifying her. She turned to see his smile and upon further investigation, she saw Toji’s from the driver’s seat. Oh no. “You can’t say hi? You scared of me?” He taunts.

She ran.

-

And that was the worst thing she could have done.

There have been a few recent instances that made her question her move to this city. She was hoping to start a new life, away from her family, away from her ex, make some new friends; she didn’t think she would be planning to move out after a couple months.

That man…she didn’t know what the hell his problem was. Why did he and his friend follow her out of the gas station? Was he crazy? Did she do something to him? Since they followed her, she’s been racking her mind trying to figure out what the hell she did to deserve this. Before that, she had only ever spoken to him once at the grocery store. He was extremely intimidating, but she was intrigued by him. She didn’t mean to stare, but he was very attractive. Clearly he had seen it as some sort of invitation. Maybe he followed her into that aisle and it wasn’t just an act of kindness.

Coming home after work had become so much more nerve wracking. In fact, coming out of her unit brings her horrible anxiety. She’s constantly looking over her shoulder. Tries to pretend the building across doesn’t even exist. She doesn’t understand what took her so long to get curtains; it just wasn’t a priority for her. Either way, she didn’t deserve to be punished for her forgetfulness.

She’s in a weird position where the longer she goes without seeing him, the more worried she becomes even though she never wants to see him or his friend again. Currently, she was in the elevator heading up to her apartment. She was catching her breath and trying to relax now that she was safe. She does this everyday now.

She couldn’t wait to be home. The entire day she’s been feeling like complete crap. Her heart refused to leave her stomach. She dropped so many cups behind the bar that she spent more time sweeping and wiping up drinks than making them. And she was on the verge of tears the entire time. It was nice to be home, but she wondered how bad it would be tomorrow.

In fact, it was so bad today that although she was physically relaxed, her brain just wouldn’t be quiet. It kept telling her to stay alert, that there was still something waiting for her. She tried her best to ignore it and enjoy her night. She was going to kick off her shoes, rip off all her clothes, warm up her leftovers and hit her bong. She was off tomorrow and she is not planning on leaving her room at all.

She messed with her keys when she approached her door. All the apartments had two locks, a deadlock and a lock on the handle, but she was looking for another that she could attach herself. The home goods store near her didn’t have any promising ones, so she had to wait on a shipment.

She reached for the handle to unlock it. Her hand twisted the lever and she retracted it immediately. Her heart starts racing once more, but then she realizes the door was still closed. When she can’t get the door open, she sighs in relief. The deadlock was still intact and locked. The apartments are just shitty.

As relieved as she was in that moment, this just meant she had another problem to deal with. She couldn’t go with one of her locks not working, especially not the handle. In fact, maybe she’ll deal with it tonight. She does have tools and she can be pretty handy when she needs to be.

Like she wanted to, she kicks off her shoes and rips off her jacket. She almost takes off her clothes before she notices a certain smell in the air. Her apartment smelled of weed, but it smelled like someone was actively smoking right at that moment. Maybe it was her next door neighbor.

She walks through her silent home. Maybe she should get a cat. There are quite a few friendly strays around. She could afford-

What was that noise?

A bump. In her bedroom.

What could it have been? Had her worst fears come true?

No. It’s not possible…so why had that sinking feeling returned in full force? There was nothing in her room. There was no one in her room…

-

Toji had broken the lock for him. 'Just record it for me,' was his end of the bargain.

The place was just as cute as he thought it was. She still had a lot of things unpacked, and she hadn’t gotten a couch for the living room. Hm. He wonders if she really is planning on leaving. That would not be good.

He would want her to stay, but if she can get away from him, at least he’ll get a taste of her.

She leaves her weed out. Hm…he would enjoy this better if he were high. And he’ll make her smoke too. 

When he heard her coming closer to her room, he put the bong down and stood up. Her room was small and it was pitch black, the only light coming from the embers in the bowl. He hit her closet door and she heard it. Fuck. He hopes she doesn’t get a weapon out.

And she didn’t. This girl is…something else.

He hides right behind the door in between the wall and the hinges. Then, he waited quietly and patiently until she slowly opened the door and turned on the light. And before she could try to look around, he slammed the door shut behind her.

-

It all happened in a second.

She heard the door slam and time froze. She told herself then and there, that she was going to die tonight. She knew who her killer would be before she turned around. Did she even want to?

She didn’t have a choice, her body reacted before she could think. All she saw was a small scowl, he had brown eyes, but they looked tainted with blood. His hands, his large hands, shot towards her head and before she could scream he trapped her mouth shut. His other hand gripped the back of her head.

She fought him as violently as she could. She scratched his face, pulled his hair, tried to poke him in the eyes; but he was quick to show her that he was much stronger than her. He pulls his hand off of her mouth and smacks her across the face. She can only scream for a second before his hand is back on her mouth and he pushes her into the bed.

Sukuna takes his hand off of the back of her head and squeezes her neck. He still holds her mouth shut. She gets weaker and weaker as the oxygen leaves her brain. He leans down towards her face to speak to her. “You want to live?”

Tears had long been streaming down her face, but this is the point where she finally breaks down wailing. She lets her arms fall and Sukuna loosens his grip on her neck. But only slightly. She takes a deep breath and cries into his hand. “Answer me,” he says. “Come on, pretty girl.”

She cries a bit more before nodding her head in defeat. “I know. You’re gonna do what I say?”

She nods again. “You’re not gonna scream when I take my hand off?” She sniffles and sobs again. “Because you want to fucking live, right? Right?” He tightens his grip on her neck again. She kicks her feet and nods as best as she can. “Go turn off your light and turn on your lamp. You’re gonna smoke with me.”

He gets off her and watches her to make sure she does what he asks. It takes her a minute, she lays there quietly sobbing and wiping her tears while Sukuna takes another hit of her bong, but eventually she gets up to turn on her lamp, then flip her light switch. “Lock the door too. I like the feeling of extra privacy when I’m taking a woman to bed.”

-

He disgusts her.

He forces her to take several long hits that had her in horrible coughing fits. And of course, it wasn’t long before she was completely inebriated. She couldn’t really move too much, or think too much. But even though she was out of commission, she could hear every word Sukuna said to her.

He talked her ear off about how he’d been looking at her for a week before they met at the grocery store. All the way up until she realized just how exposed she was from catching him and his friend staring. It was her fault, is what he said. He said she was stupid to not think anyone could see her. She should have gotten blinds or curtains when she moved in. A fucking dumbass bitch.

That’s how she felt.

He taunted her as he watched her take her clothes off. His dick was already in his hand, he had been hard for a while. Imagining his dick finally pounding into her as he squeezes the life out of her.

‘I think you wanted someone to watch you,’ he said to her. She hung onto every word he said, answered every question he had. ‘You’re an attention seeking slut, aren’t you? Nod your head.’ And she did. ‘What’s your name?’ And she told him. ‘Take that shit off faster and come hit this again.’

She was completely out of it, but instead of floating, she sank. She sunk deeper into the bedsheets, Sukuna weighing her down with every word. Every stroke of his hand on her thigh, every lick on her neck and collarbone, every bite on her chest. When he reached down between her legs and stroked her clit, she moaned, then cried in shame.

“Shhhh,” he whispered in her ear from behind her. “You’re gonna love me. And if you’re good I won’t hurt you.” He kisses her ear, then nibbles on it. He leaves a trail of wet kisses down the side of her neck. She cries and shakes, twisting her head away from him as best as she could. Sukuna’s hands explore her body eagerly. He can’t decide whether he wants to grip her hips or play with her nipples. She was so soft, just as he imagined.

He flips her onto her back. “Look at me, baby.” She opens her eyes only slightly, her tears blurring her vision completely before falling. He takes his hand to cup her cheek and wipe them with his thumb. As she gazed upon his naked body on top of hers, she accepts her fate: this man was going to rape then kill her.

He looked deranged. His brows were knit together with a lopsided grin. Her body is racked with sobs once more. “It’s okay,” he tells her. “Shhhh.” He slowly brings his thumb wet with salty tears to her mouth. She tries to pull her head away, but he quickly attaches his hands back to her mouth and head then he leans down towards her. “I thought you said you wanted to live.”

She’s actually not sure at this point. Does she want to live with this trauma? Does she want to continue being this man’s neighbor for him to torture however he sees fit? Does she want to have to look at his building every single day living in fear that he’ll do it again? Living in fear of his friend getting any bright ideas?

“Just relax.” He lets go of her head and goes for her neck. She moans as he bites and sucks on it, making sure to leave a mark reminding her of what he did. It won’t be the only one.

Sukuna slowly takes his hands and lifts both of her legs in the air. He licks his fingers while looking at her, then bites his lip as he plays with her clit once more. She breathes harder and harder with every rub. They don’t break eye contact, it does something to him. He’s reveling in her fear. Her eyes were shot, her mascara and eyeliner running down her face. It made her look even more beautiful. She was making him feral.

Sukuna’s dick was an angry scarlet and dripped precum all over her leg where it rested. He was big and it scared her even more. As his eyes explored her body, he got hungrier and hungrier. He slides a finger inside of her and starts pumping. Her pussy was slick with her arousal.

“Fuck,” he whispered putting in another finger. He pumped his fingers hard enough to make her wetness splash. She threw her head back and arched her chest into the air. She sounded just as sweet as he thought she would. She was turning out to be everything he wanted and more. He wasn’t waiting any longer.

He yanked his fingers out of her and searched her bedside table for his camcorder. She whined when he removed himself from her and watched him. Sukuna pressed record.

“Say hi to Toji,” he told her, sticking the lens in her face. She closes her eyes and tries to avoid the camera. He grips her chin with his fingers and forces her head forward. “Ain’t she pretty?” Sukuna pulls away from her face to record her body. He takes her tit in his hand to play with. He jiggles and pulls on her nipple before smacking it. When she squealed he did it again.

“He’s gonna love watching me fuck the shit out of you.” Sukuna sat and balanced the recorder on her nightstand perfectly angled to show their torsos and hips. He gets back on the bed to grab her waist and pull her towards his. He groaned when he felt his dick rub against her pussy. “You know who I’m talking about, right? My friend? You know he saw you before I did.”

He pauses to spit into his hand and starts jerking his throbbing shaft. “I wanted to kill that fucker.” Sukuna leans over once more and kisses her several times before capturing her lips in one long and forceful kiss. He rubs his dick against her entrance as he does this, with a desperate moan from both of them to accompany it. Sukuna rests his forehead against hers. “Tell me you’re mine.” His eyes are fiery, and she doesn’t wish to find out what will happen if she fails to do what he asks.

His tip begins to poke through her entrance. She whimpers and he brings his head down and bites her lip. “Come on…”

“I’m yours-” He finally starts tucking his dick into her. The feeling of being inside her was heaven on Earth. He wasn’t ashamed of how loudly he moaned. She was louder anyway. They always are. Even when they don’t want it.

“My name is Sukuna.” She takes all of him like a fucking champ. And looks good as fuck while doing it. And her voice…

“I’m yours, Sukuna.”

A tear ran down her cheek. The dragging of his dick against her walls was nothing like she’s ever felt before. It felt so good, but she was the unhappiest she’d ever been. She’s terrified and unsure if she’ll live to see tomorrow. He says he won’t kill her if she’s good, but what does good even mean to him?

She knows there’s nothing she really could have done to avoid what was currently happening to her. This man- no, Sukuna, saw her when she was first moved in and decided then and there that he wanted to rape her. No matter what he claims about her being rude and ignoring him when he helped her. And yet, she blames herself.

If she had just gotten curtains or blinds early enough, then maybe she could have avoided him. Or maybe she wouldn’t have existed to him at all. At least he wouldn’t have known what floor she was on or her room. Maybe he wouldn’t have known what building she was in.

She was so fucking stupid.

-

He repeated that all night.

‘Stupid fucking bitch,’ he would mutter under his breath. ‘Changing in front of a window, thinking no one’s gonna see you? Posing in mirrors and shit?’ He fucked her at a smooth and steady rythym, she was soaking wet and splashing all over his stubble. The sheets were damp underneath. ‘Oh yeah. You like it when I talk to you like that?’ She couldn’t stop herself from crying in humiliation.

He asked her to cry louder for ‘Toji’, which she did, and he proceeded to smack her across the face for being too loud.

He felt amazing, he pushed her legs into her chest and hammered into her. She cried into his mouth as she came all over him. Her pussy squeezing his member drive him insane and before he knew it he was cumming inside her. ‘Fuck…’ He pulled out and jerked the rest of his cum onto her pussy and thighs. He quickly grabbed the camera to show Toji, with the flash on.

‘Look at that shit,’ Sukuna made sure to examine her at every angle. He pushed his finger into her and chuckled when she moaned. His index was covered with his cum and he brought it and the camera up to her body and face.

She was completely tired out. She couldn’t move, she couldn’t speak, she could barely even lift her eyelids. Sukuna kissed at her like a dog, then maneuvered the camera to her face. Her face was soaked with tears and spit. Her makeup had smudged everywhere and ran down her cheeks. Her hair was a mess, and she ached everywhere.

Her mouth hung open and Sukuna proceeded to jam his finger into it. He used it to pull her head back over to him and made out with her. Then, his dick started poking her ass.

She had no idea what time last night they were finally done, talk less of when she actually fell asleep. He smoked a blunt after the whole thing, sat her up so he could make her smoke too. He found her liquor cabinet. The night got worse.

She puked her guts out then fell asleep on the floor, but now she was in her bed trapped underneath him. They were both naked. She was sore as the day was long. He snores next to her. Holy fucking hell. She’s alive. Why is she alive?

She starts breathing heavily and looking around her room. She doesn’t know what to do. She didn’t think she would still be here.

In a flash, he’s up. His hand is over her mouth, and his eyes are staring into hers. He has a poker face. She shakes in his clutches and her eyes fill with tears already. “Relax. Listen to me. I know what you’re planning.”

What? What is he- “I dare you to fucking try and move away from me. I will follow you and ruin your life.”

“You said you were mine last night? Then you’re mine. You’ll do what I say, and I’ll do as I please with you. Do you understand?”

All she could do was nod. What could she say? She was planning on moving despite not having the money for it. She would have to save up. And now that he’s shown her what he’s capable of, why would she take the risk? 

Why is this happening to her? What did she do to deserve this? Want a better life for herself?

-

Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.

She was sitting on a stool in her dining room watching him make them breakfast with an ice pack on her face and a blanket over her body. She didn’t know what to think.

Suddenly, he perks up and turns towards her. “You got a phone, pretty?” 

She could throw up again. She swallows and points towards the hall . “My room,” her voice was hoarse and weak. “On the other side of the bed.”

He pauses and blinks at her. She gets scared again wondering what she did wrong this time. He turns the heat off. “You’re coming with me.”

Toji answers in a flash. “So, how was it?”

“You’re gonna like what you see.” He turns towards where she’s sitting on the bed. “Isn’t that right?” She’s not amused.

“Are you…are you with the bitch right now?” Toji asks.

“Yeah,” Sukuna makes his voice dreamy. “We’re going steady.”

ending a/n: Please lmk what you think ! Thank you for reading !

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W E L C O M E P A G E

[liminal-zone]

Remember the adage that “the cruelty is the point”; there will be a lot of cruelty wielded today and moving forward. Guard your heart.

[corazondebeskar-reads]

the art of breaking, part two (coming may 25, 2024)

the art of breaking, part two: theory of decay

very dark!Joel Miller x f!reader

NOTE: DEAD DOVE: DO NOT EAT. this fic contains themes of abuse and extremely dark content.

words: 10k

summary: joel knows just how to make you his forever. a sequel to "the art of breaking"

warnings (new warnings in red) and a preview under the cut; reader discretion is advised.

Warnings: dead dove do not eat, non-con, dub-con, very dark!Joel, BAD bdsm etiquette, not SSC/RACK compliant, sadist!Joel x masochist!reader, coercion, corruption, manipulation, isolation, gaslighting, glory hole, reader gives tommy a blowjob (joel and tommy do not touch), body modification, permanent marking, captivity, sadism, masochism, pain play, extreme punishment, whipping, impact play in general, mentions of vomit (no description), oral, vaginal, degradation, humiliation, Joel sees reader as property, inadequate aftercare, blink and you miss it piss "play," straight up abuse this time guys, overstimulation, forced eating, needles, voyeurism, objectification, human furniture, nipple/clit pumps, this one might be worse than the first idk sorry

Again, I cannot say this enough. This is a dark fantasy and should not be taken as representative of a good d/s relationship—it’s abuse masquerading. Just because I wrote it doesn’t mean I’m condoning it. 

Please read responsibly. 

preview:

“Y’ain’t got nothin’ to be sorry about, baby. I didn’t expect ya to remember. But you’ve been mine for two years now, and you’re still worried I ain’t gonna keep you. But I’ve been thinkin’, and I know how to prove it to you.” 

If this doesn’t convince you, he thinks, nothing will. Never mind that his whole goddamn life revolves around you. Never mind that you’ve worn his collar for the last 731 fuckin’ days. 

You’re busy wondering why he made you suck another man’s cock today if he cares about your anniversary. But then again, you’ve long accepted that what he wants won’t always make sense. It’s not your job to make it make sense. It’s just your job to do it. 

“C’mon, let’s go downstairs,” he says. 

You swallow hard around the sudden fear, and he laughs. 

“What? Had enough yesterday?”

“No, sir,” you say. It’s mostly the truth. Mostly.

😬 see y'all on the 25th

[mywastelandperfection]

I mean the dude ain't wrong

[streysteal]

[box-off]

Evil, violent creature.

Music used

@mayonnara

[anulithots]

Every time I watch a show and I think it can't get gayer than that.

Then the next show is gayer. Case in point.

JJK

Satosugu. Gay but also besties. They're great, get too little time together (which is what the story requires but still), a lot left for interpretation and analysis (which a lot of people have done and it's wonderous!)

Link click

Shiguang. They are so cannon. I also ship them queer platonically and it works really well! They are roommates and get a cat together and make each other food and are very soft for each other. ANNNDDD they would doom the entire timeline (or not doom the entire timeline in CXS's case) for each other. Soulmates in every sense of the word.

Banana Fish

... they had an onscreen kiss and are constantly raving about each other.

Like it's cannon.

LIke wow.

holy herbs.

[thefireintheshadow]

SmallishBeans was slain by Zombie

Gem stiffened. Joel was dead. Joel was red.

She changed screens on her communicator, and her mouth went dry. She was the only living person online at the moment. Her name, starkly white contrasting the handful of greys and two very ominous red names.

Joel and Etho.

Her heart slammed into her ribcage. This was okay. She was out on the ocean, harvesting coral. She hadn’t told anyone where she was going. So they wouldn’t be able to find her way out here. She’d had to go so far to find this, and she racked her brain trying to think if she’d mentioned she was coral hunting at all.

Everyone knew she had the permit… but surely they wouldn’t just comb the map for her, right? Surely Joel had things he’d been working on when he’d died and he’d continue to work on those and not jump immediately to murder…

Right?

The chat was eerily quiet. After the standard post-demise ribbing everyone seemed to have gone back to their tasks. Gem couldn’t stop checking it. If there were messages she could get a read on what they were doing, where they were.

But there was nothing.

“This is stupid,” she said out loud, feeling even more stupid for talking to herself, but continuing anyway, “I’m GeminiSlay. Nobody can mess with me.” Somehow a chill coral-gathering session didn’t feel all that badass, but the words bolstered her and she dove down with her silk touch pickaxe to continue her work.

It was peaceful, beneath the water. Warm oceans were so clear, a bright blue backdrop splashed with brightly-coloured coral. Gem let the tension leave her body and lost herself in her task, enjoying the grind.

When she’d gathered enough to fill her dredge-inspired boat, she changed into dry clothes and wrung out her hair, leaving it long and loose to air dry on the way back. The warm breeze as she drove would feel so good, and damn the frizzy mane her curls would become. The secret to happiness was making the most of the little things, right?

As she emerged from the cabin, her blood turned to ice at the sound of laughter in the distance. Two very distinct laughs, one an ominous chuckle, the other a cackle with an edge of hysteria.

Her heart rate tripled. How close were they? Should she go for her sword or for the throttle? The moment of indecision cost her the choice anyway as a shadow fell from above her. She whirled, taking a step back and looking up at Joel’s silhouette, standing atop her cabin.

“Etho, look what I found,” he drawled, eyes blazing red as a feral grin took over his face. “Treasure.”

[read on ao3] - mind the tags, ssc everyone

[kingdomeromega0816]

Long time ago, (long before the events of Super Mario 64), this statue was originally made to be a center piece as a coronation gift to Princess Toadstool/Peach. But one day, something foul, powerful and dark somehow turned the statue into it's vessel and body...

There have been incidents of Toads being supernaturally terrorized by this statue-entity, whether if it caused Toads to become lost in Castle Toadstool's deep hidden hallways, getting awful nightmares and being attacked by strange apparitions of familiar foes?

Eventually, Peach and the Mushroom Kingdom Authorities got a hold of the statue with the help of a good Magikoopa. The good Magikoopa put the statue-entity a sleep with neutral magic and The Toad Knight Army tried to bury the statue underneath one of the lowest basement rooms, deep within Castle Toadstool's unused, huge internal plexus to try to stop it. But this only temporarily fixed the problem...

Pink Gold Peach is not my character, Pink Gold Peach is the intellectual property of Nintendo.

[missathlete31]

Monsters Inc

Summary: A monster is down the hall and little Jake Seresin knows it's coming for him

Because why not go for the hurt on a Sunday morning 😬

Big warnings on this one for references to Child Abuse, mentally and physically Abusive Parents and just all around angst.

Im a big subscriber to the Hangman had horrible parents and that’s why he is the way he is so that’s where this came from. Sorry it’s dark,

Like very, very dark

There’s a monster screaming across the hall from Jake Seresin’s bedroom. He may only be six years old but Jake knows; he’s seen it, he’s run from it, heck one time he even tried to swing back at it, but it always beats him down.

Tonight, the monster roars, cursing and threatening as Jake lays in his bed just a few rooms away.

The sound of glass breaking vibrates all the way down the hallway and Jake clutches the blankets tighter in his little fists. He knows it doesn’t matter, if the monster wants him he knows exactly where he is hidden. Jake’s green eyes can’t help scanning his bedroom anyway, locking onto a baseball bat in the corner. It would be so easy to just get up and grab it, make a stand, defend his kingdom like the knights do in the picture books he likes to read. But Jake’s not a knight, and he doesn’t have a kingdom, just a small little room at the end of the hall where monsters visit when he’s not good.

It seems like lately he’s never good.

The monster’s getting closer now. It’s grotesque feet echoing down the corridor with each new step. It’s claws sharpened and ready, scratching along the walls all the way down to Jake’s bedroom. Jake takes his blanket and throws it over his head now, in hopes that it will muffle the sound so maybe he can fall asleep. Monsters usually leave him alone if he’s asleep. Jake squeezes his eyes forcefully, but sleep won’t come. It’s too late. The monster is on its way.

The monster is in Daddy tonight. He took him after dinner, when Daddy went to his special cabinet that holds the unique bottles where monsters hide in. Jake’s not allowed to touch those bottles, but he did once when he was five. Instead of seeing the monster in himself, he watched as the monster took his Mommy and Daddy and they both taught him a lesson. Monster Mommy smacked his butt until he cried while Monster Daddy poured one of the bottles down his throat until he choked and threw up. They yanked him by the hair and threw him outside with the animals, in soiled clothes and with a red bottom. Jake didn’t see anyone again until the next morning when Monster Mommy was back to being real Mommy and she brought him in to take a bath. She even let him use some of her expensive bubble mix. Jake loves when he gets a bubble bath, he splashes and plays and gives himself a bubble beard. Real Mommy always laughs, every time.

Sometimes when the monster jumps into his Mommy it hurts even more. It’s hits aren’t as hard as when the monster is in Daddy but Jake is always more confused after. Because Monster Mommy doesn’t stay around as long as Monster Daddy. Monster Mommy leaves him with red marks and sore spots but then real Mommy comes back and tries to make them better. One time Monster Mommy pushed him so hard he fell back into the metal gate. Jake didn’t remember the push very much but he remembered when real Mommy had cried after. She held him in her arms and cried and cried. Jake didn’t know what to do so he just sat there, in his Mommy’s arms until she released him and told him to go back to his playing. Monster Mommy didn’t come back for a long time after that, but she did eventually and that time there were no tears; or at least no tears from her (Jake’s had come later when he couldn’t sit down in a chair for a whole day without wincing).

The monster is outside his door now. Jake knows it’s Monster Daddy. He can tell from the growls and the snarls. Jake doesn’t know if Monster Mommy is around tonight but he doesn’t hear real Mommy either. He hopes she didn’t leave him like she does sometimes. When she watches her husband get taken over by the vile creature and merely shrugs. Her bedroom door is probably locked again, throwing her son to the wolves.

His grandma told him once that his Daddy wasn’t always like this, didn’t always have the monster inside. She said he was funny, always making jokes, and sweet; he had the sweetest smile, she had said. She called him ‘personable’ and Jake wishes he knew what personable means but he guesses it’s something good, something special, something his Daddy stopped being around the time he found those monsters in bottles. The same time that those creatures taught him that living with his son was more bearable when he let the monsters take over and how to use his belt to teach lessons in the welts left on his son’s skin. When Jake asks his grandma what happened to Daddy she said life. Jake doesn’t know what life is either, but he wishes it would stop making his Daddy go looking for monsters.

Sometimes Jake sees what his real Daddy could be. He sees it on the rare good days when his Daddy ruffles his blonde hair playfully as they sit down for breakfast in the morning. He sees it when Jake gets a hit in T-Ball and his Daddy lets him sit inside the truck instead of in the bed in the back.

He sees it most when they are out in town and away from the ranch. Daddy gets to see friends and shake hands. His Daddy’s smile is never bigger than when he’s shaking hands. Jake practices sometimes, late at night or when he knows he is alone. He hopes that when the day comes and his Daddy tries to shake his hand that his Daddy’s smile is the brightest it’s ever been.

Jake thinks that handshakes keep the monster away.

The monster caught him one time practicing out by the cows’ pasture. It got super mad at first and said something about Jake mocking it. Jake didn’t know what mocking meant so when he asked, he got a slap to the cheek for lip. The monster gripped his wrist painfully tight until something made a snapping sound and Jake howled. He wasn’t supposed to make noise, especially when he was outside so the monster hit him in the mouth once more, the familiar taste of blood getting swallowed down his throat like he was taught (spitting blood on the ground and making a mess meant another lesson needed to be learned). Jake kept quiet but the monster wasn’t finished, grabbing his hand once more but not like how Jake thought handshakes went. It yanked and yanked, pulling his arm towards the monster’s gigantic self. It was excruciating and rough and Jake got himself flung to the dirt when his arm gave up from the pressure on his shoulder. The monster leered over Jake and he thought that it was finally it; the monster was going to eat him like it did his parents, but then like magic, the monster stopped!

Jake knows it was the handshake.

Mr. Harris, their neighbor, saw it too. He had been walking the path between their two ranches and saw Jake and Monster Daddy. He called over when Jake was on the ground with the monster. The monster walked over to Mr. Harris and they shook hands and suddenly real Daddy was back! Daddy told Mr. Harris how Jake had been fooling around (which he didn’t remember doing but he guessed he was if that’s what Daddy said), and how he had gotten hurt. Mr. Harris offered to carry Jake back to his ranch since it was closer but Daddy disagreed, said home was better. Then he scooped Jake up into his arms like he used to when he was a baby, before the monster took over, and walked him all the way back to their house. It was the best! Mr. Harris even watched, that’s how great it was.

When they arrived back to the ranch, Mr. Harris sat with Jake while Daddy went to get the doctor. Mommy made some coffee and the biscuits that Jake loved so much but wasn’t allowed to eat normally. Luckily on that day because Mr. Harris had insisted, Jake got to have half of one. He was so happy; he didn’t even care if it ended up that the doctor told him his wrist was broken and his shoulder had to be “relocated” (Jake hadn’t realized it had disappeared but luckily the doctor found it pretty fast.).

Mr. Harris must have realized it was a great day as well because he didn’t seem to want to leave. He stayed for dinner and then helped Daddy get Jake to bed. Before Jake closed his eyes, the old man gripped his good shoulder and smiled sadly at him, told him to take care. His Daddy showed him out of Jake’s bedroom and Jake felt his eyes close pretty soon after.

No monster visited that night or the rest of the week.

A police officer did visit though, and asked Jake how he had hurt his arm. Mommy and Daddy had sat next to him while he had to explain that he was playing around outside and not listening just like Daddy told him to say. The police officer wrote some stuff down, asked his parents some questions and took a look around the house. Jake showed him his baseball bat and the man smiled when Jake told him about the day he got a hit and his Daddy was so happy. Before he knew it the police officer was nodding to both his parents and heading out the door.

When the police car pulled away from the dirt driveway, Jake saw Mr. Harris watching from the fence. He tried to wave but the man didn’t respond. It was the last time Jake ever saw Mr. Harris. The next day there was a bad fire in the kitchen of their farm house. Mr. and Mrs. Harris lost everything according to Jake’s Mommy and the couple was forced to go live with their daughter two towns over. Jake missed them.

His bedroom door opens. The monster is in his room.

After the police officer’s visit and the Harris’s move away, Monster Mommy and Monster Daddy beat Jake until he fell asleep right there in the living room. When he woke up he was still there and he crawled himself like a baby all the way to his bedroom carpet where he stayed for a few more hours. He didn’t have to go to school for the next week but he also couldn’t seem to do much on his own because everything seemed to hurt. Real Mommy had to spoon feed him because it was hard to lift his head. Real Daddy carried him to the bathroom and held him up because his legs didn’t work like they used to. When he returned to school the teacher asked about his absences and Jake told her what his Daddy told him, he got hurt on the ranch. She never asked about any of his injuries again.

The monster is over him now. He can hear it’s heavy panting, smell the bitter breath through his blanket. The monster uses a paw to rip his sheet away and Jake takes a risk and opens his eyes. It’s dark but he can make out the monster’s shape in the blackness. It looks just like real Daddy but he knows there is only one way to be sure. “Daddy?” he calls and he waits. Seconds, minutes, hours, the silence stretches on. Jake thinks maybe the monster is gone, left in the hallway. He thinks that maybe his Daddy actually returned to him and is here to tuck him back to sleep and press a kiss to his forehead like he used to. He thinks all these happy thoughts until a fist knocks his head aside, sends him sprawling off the bed and onto the floor.

Jake shuts his eyes and prepares himself for the attack.

It’s only the monster there with him tonight. His Daddy is gone.

[tojisbbygworl]

The Temp

For years, you’ve been trapped in a loveless marriage. You just wanted to have a little fun and Toji provided you with that. Things were never supposed to be this way.

WARNINGS: Graphic Depictions of Violence, Non-con/Dub-con, Major Character Death, Thoughts of Suicide/Attempt

Tags: 18+, AU-No Curses, DEAD DOVE, Heavy Angst, Date Rape Drugs/Roofies, Drugged Assault, Literally every abuse (Physical, Verbal, Mental, Sexual, etc), Abusive Relationship(s), Smut, Obsessive/Possessive Behavior, Yandere Toji, Kidnapping, Murder, Sad Ending

AO3 Link

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This work is part of a series called Sad Stories with Sadder Endings!

Story Status - Complete Epilogue Status - Complete

Cover Art by me

[goatsica]

[sanityshorror]

Pros of finally having drawn Jim:

[mywastelandperfection]

[reamed]

I had a dream that I bought a sampler from cvs from some guy and it ended up being filled with the sounds and photos of all his murder victims