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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Summary: Anger management was by no means your strong suit. No amount of lessons or prayers could change that. In fact, it feels like you’ve been doing a lot worse lately with the appearance of a new neighbor in your next door apartment.

✧Chapter summary: smut and degradation

✧Warnings: 18+, NSFW, asphyxiation, abusive/toxic relationships, power imbalance, vulgar language✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3.4k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapter VI : CARNAL

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“P-please. Can’t-”

Your fingernails scratched across the marble counter as Sukuna pulled your smaller frame back into him. His massive hand tugged your messy hair harshly causing a choked gasp to escape from your drooling mouth.

Sobbing, your legs strained as you tried to keep your balance. Sukuna’s colossal form behind you made it a struggle just to keep your toes on the ground.

“Yes you can.”

Sukuna’s hips snapped up violently, shoving his cock deeper into your cunt. The action made your eyes roll as you lost your breath. You could barely register the slur of words that cascaded from your mouth. Clawing at the counter again, you attempted another pitiable escape from Sukuna’s brutal abuse on your already sore cunt.

Suddenly, the sickening rattle of a belt made your body tense. Sukuna swiftly tore off his belt from his unzipped pants before wrapping the thick accessory around your neck.

Panic slowly flooded your senses. Immediately, you fought against the leather that dug into your skin. A frenzied attempt for air. Yet, Sukuna merely chuckled and used his strength against you, tugging harder.

“Keep struggling, pretty girl.”

Pulling the belt back in one hand, he kept the other threaded in your knotted hair. You wheezed pathetically for air as Sukuna forced your head forward and the belt backward.

Desperately, your hands flung to Sukuna’s tatted wrists, digging into his pale skin. Hot blood spilled against your fingertips as you tried to pry yourself free from his relentless hold. His grip only tightened at your frantic display. Once again reminding you of the undeniable power imbalance.

He was just so fucking big.

Crocodile tears spilled down your face at the heinous chuckle that ripped from Sukuna’s throat. Slamming his hips against you harder, he forced your body further on top of the marble counter.

Your legs dangled helplessly as you tried to push off the side of the kitchen island with your feet, desperate to keep your footing.

Smirking, Sukuna pulled his belt back tighter, forcing your ear beside his mouth, “That's it, Princess. Keep fighting. It's such a turn on.”

Sharp canines bit into your ear savagely before a hot tongue lapped up the spilt blood. You whined at the attention, grinding your hips back into Sukuna’s cock. Its thickness stretched your walls in a way that made you see stars. Though part of you wondered if the lack of oxygen had anything to do with it as well.

Sukuna groaned with a rasp at the sudden action. Gripping your jaw in a tight hold, he forced you in a deep kiss. Teeth clashing, Sukuna’s tongue explored your mouth like a starved man. It felt like your soul was being sucked out of you. An animalistic action with demonic intent.

It suited him.

You were in a daze as you subconsciously moved your right hand from the belt around your neck to Sukuna’s chest. With what little range you had, you slammed your fist and elbow into his larger body wildly.

Unsurprisingly, Sukuna easily thwarted your attempt to push him away by capturing your wrist and forcefully pinning it into the counter.

You grunted against Sukuna’s lips at the harsh treatment. Agitated, you bit down on his tongue, sinking your teeth into the soft pink flesh. Sukuna hissed at the sudden assault and ripped away from your lips.

Panting, you eyed Sukuna suspiciously when his thrusts abruptly stopped. Red trailed down his chin to his neck as he took in your teary eyed form.

Licking the blood off his lips, he smirked devilishly, “I want more.”

PAUSE.

JUMPSCARE.

What happened to hi? Hello? How are you?

This calls for a Disney channel style rewind.

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Two Hours Earlier

You anxiously chewed on the inside of your mouth at the awkward atmosphere. Even with the television playing as background noise you couldn't help but feel like you should say something.

Sukuna had offered his apartment to you a third night in a row. Something you would have never believed if you told yourself a month ago. You almost felt like you were in some alternate universe.

No, if anything you were in some teenage girl’s fanfic.

Sighing, your eyes flickered from the random movie Sukuna threw on to the man himself. He laid himself out on the far side of the couch, legs spread wide.

Unlike his normal shirtless self, he was fully clothed in what you assumed was his work attire. A white button up was rolled to his forearms while his long legs wore tight black slacks. It was a stark contrast to what you currently adorned.

Sukuna had, thankfully, allowed you to take advantage of his still-working water. You were quick to throw your dirty clothes in his washer before claiming his shower next. Unfortunately, your clothes still weren't dry by the end of your much needed shower.

Case in point, Sukuna’s large pajama bottoms and t-shirt were not exactly the most flattering. The pools of fabric left you wondering if there was even a person underneath. On the other hand, Sukuna’s own outfit left little to the imagination.

Your eyes once again found Sukuna’s relaxing form. Slowly trailing down his solid chest, your stomach knotted at the outline of a certain oversized object in his pants.

You internally slapped yourself. Don't check out your asshole neighbor who is apparently hung like a horse.

You snuck another peak.

Holy hell there was no way that thing was inside you yesterday. You'd feel it for weeks. At least.

Unwillingly, your eyes meandered down the appendage as you tried to stop yourself from gnawing on your lip. It must have just been foreplay last night. Though you should be happy you didn’t fully fuck your neighbor, you felt a slight pang of disappointment before abruptly quelling it.

Quickly averting your gaze to save some dignity, you glanced at his face. His dark eyes looked disinterested at the small lit screen. You were starting to wonder if there really was anything this man enjoyed besides tormenting you.

Curling into yourself, you moved your own eyes back to the movie. Well you tried to go back to the movie. You just couldn't focus. Not with Sukuna less than three feet away from you.

If you had to pick one night that was the most painfully awkward experience you have ever had, it would be this one. While that statement was wildly overdramatic, you couldn't help but feel that way. Especially now that you were sober and alone with the devil himself .

At least on the first night you had poor sweet Yuuji. And the second…well you couldn't exactly remember all of it, but you thanked the alcohol for that.

Now? You already had to stop yourself from eyeing up his liquor cabinet every so often.

“Would you stop sighing over there?”

Your body took a screenshot at the sound of Sukuna's voice. Clearing your throat nervously, you avoided eye contact, “My bad.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes before stretching his body over the side of the couch. You watched him from the corner of your eye as he swiftly grabbed the remote and turned off the long ignored movie.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you finally met his gaze, “Why'd you turn it off?”

“You and I both know we were not into that shit.”

You laughed dryly, “I was enjoying it.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, “What was that blonde bimbo’s name?”

“Uh,” Your face bloomed as you scoffed, “You don't have to know all the characters’ names to enjoy a movie.”

Sukuna threw you a condescending look. You frowned at his attitude and crossed your arms, “What are we supposed to do now then, asshole?”

Sukuna shrugged indifferently, “I have something in mind.”

You swallowed nervously when he stood up suddenly. Sukuna’s massive silhouette eerily crossed the small space between the two of you. Time felt as if it slowed. Stopping in front of you, his ruby eyes devoured your shape hungrily.

“Sukuna?”

The aforementioned pinkett ignored your soft whisper. You sucked in a deep breath when Sukuna removed a hand from his pocket and lifted it towards your face. It felt like your heart might burst from your chest when he placed a hand next to your head.

Leaning over you, Sukuna started to close the gap. You closed your eyes ready for plush lips to capture your own. Instead, a dark chuckle made you tense your brows.

Sukuna avoided your lips and moved to your ear instead, “What? Did you really think I was going to kiss you, rat?”

Your eyes flew open as you blushed a bright red. Tauntingly, Sukuna waved a deck of cards in his hand. He was fucking with you.

“You look disappointed,” Sukuna looked down on you, “Maybe if you beg I'll reconsider.”

Clenching your teeth, you shoved passed him, “In your fucking dreams.”

You disregarded Sukuna’s laughter filling the quaint living room. Retreating to the kitchen, you pulled a glass from his cupboard and filled it. You eagerly chugged the glass of water in a sorry attempt to cool the rising heat beneath your skin.

So fucking embarrassing. You were going to strangle him.

Slamming the glass onto the counter, you winced at the harsh clink. Shit, you needed to calm down. Counting down from ten, you slowed your breathing. Soon enough, the boiling rush of heat no longer bubbled against your thinning resolve.

“I see you found your way to the kitchen, piggy.”

You bit back a snarl, “Mi casa su casa, right?”

Sukuna blew a puff of air before leaning against the counter next to you, “You seem determined to sleep on your doorstep tonight.”

“Anywhere away from you would be better,” You threw him a lazy smirk.

“Are you sure?” Sukuna lifted himself away from the counter, “You seemed pretty desperate last night.”

You scoffed at his words.

As if.

Slowly, Sukuna boxed you in against the kitchen’s island counter, “Then again, you were ready for it just a moment ago too.”

You placed both your hands on the counter's edge, a vain attempt to leave space in between your bodies, “How'd you come to that conclusion? That high horse of yours must be making it difficult for you to see.”

In a flash, Sukuna grabbed your thighs and hoisted you on top of the counter. You grunted at the sudden treatment and glared at a smug Sukuna.

“What? I'm just bringing you to my level. Isn't that what you wanted?”

You wrapped your legs around his waist and pulled him closer, “Eat a dick.”

“Funny,” Sukuna grabbed your jaw in his hand and tilted your chin up, “I was thinking the same thing about you.”

Sukuna’s lips were on yours in a second, desperate and dominant. You could barely think straight as you tasted the man you despised. Sliding a hand down his button up, you shivered at the feeling on his chest underneath.

Sukuna smiled against your lips and grabbed your wrist, guiding your hand further down his stomach. You gasped breathlessly when he slid your fingers to the large bulge in his pants.

Shit. It was massive. That couldn't be natural. Staring at the out line of him against his own thigh, you traced a finger down his clothed dick.

Sukuna let out a throaty groan, “You wanna touch it, Princess?”

You nodded nervously, not daring to meet his eyes. Sukuna clicked his tongue, “Words.”

Swallowing thickly, embarrassment painted your skin, “Yes.”

Though shame kept your eyes low, you could feel Sukuna’s pleased expression.

“Yes, who?”

Fucking asshole.

“Yes, Sir.”

Grinning widely, Sukuna guided your hand back up to his belt, “Undo it.”

You froze at his command. Reality finally seemed to catch up with you. No longer out of body, you were somehow more self aware than ever.

Timidly, you grabbed his belt with shaking hands. The metal clinked softly as you separated leather from clasp, allowing access to his zipper.

Your ears felt like they were filled with water when you finally managed to unzip him. Unfortunately Fortunately, the thin barrier of his briefs kept his length hidden.

With a broken inhale, your fingers hesitated at the hem of his briefs. Shit. Could you actually go through with this?

Suddenly, a rough hand brushed a strand of your hair behind your ear. You flinched at the unexpected attention. Returning back to the scene in front of you, you stared at Sukuna with wide eyes.

The pinkette tilted his head to the side, clearly amused, “Nervous?”

You swallowed, too prideful to admit defeat, “No.”

Your fingers pulled his briefs slightly, revealing familiar pink hair.

His grin widened, “You should be.”

A tinge of anger sparked inside you. Cocky motherfucker. On reflex, you snapped the band of his briefs closed and roughly grabbed his bulge, squeezing tightly, “Maybe you should be.”

Sukuna hissed at the sudden attention and licked his lips, “You're gonna regret that.”

With ease, Sukuna grabbed the back of your arm and ripped you from the counter. You fell to the cold kitchen tiles with a grotesque thumb. It was a miracle you managed to brace yourself, avoiding, mostly, any facial trauma.

However, your knees stung painfully and your arm throbbed from his apathetic grip. Grunting, you rubbed your sore arm and scowled at a smug Sukuna.

“I told you you'd look good on your knees,” His hand tugged your hair back, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“Fuck you, ass.”

“Soon. First…” Sukuna's open hand pulled his cock out of his briefs, “We’ll see if this mouth isn't only good for talking back.”

A snarky comment caught in the back of your throat when you finally got a clear look at Sukuna’s family jewels. Holy sh-.

Inside his pants you could tell the man was weighed down in the nether regions, but outside? There was no way cosmetic surgery wasn’t involved. You weren’t even sure you could wrap your hand around its girth.

Nope. Screw that. There was no way his dick was fitting in your mouth unless Sukuna enjoyed teeth. Although, something in the back of your mind told you he might.

“There’s no way!” You pushed Sukuna’s hips away from your face in alarm.

“As charmed as I am,” Sukuna snatched your neck and shoved your face closer to his dick, “You're not getting out of this one that easy.”

You grimaced as his thick length prodded at your lips. Taking a deep breath, you allowed him to push his way into your mouth. Your lips strained to accommodate the foreign object. It felt like your skin might tear. Gagging, you met Sukuna’s gaze with a glare.

He stood tall above you with the same cocky smirk he always wore. His pearly canines peaked through his plum lips, egging you on. You were almost tempted to bite down with pure malice before he purposely shoved himself further down your throat. The action making you heave violently.

Sukuna groaned from the vibrations of your muffled voice. Grabbing your hair with both hands, he fucked your throat with a slow pace, ignoring your stifled cries.

Spitefully, you grazed his sensitive skin with your front teeth. Sukuna’s body shivered as he let out a growl before he pushed in deeper. You sobbed at his response, feeling dizzy from the lack of air.

Sukuna bit back another moan, “Through your nose-.”

Struggling, you groaned around his length before taking what little air you could through your nose. After a moment of adjustment, you finally found yourself accustomed to the length prodding down your throat. Well, as accustomed as one could get to a baton being forced down their airway.

Nonetheless, Sukuna wasted no time taking advantage of your new found ‘comfort’. Tugging your hair harder, he picked up his pace. His hips slammed against your jaw without mercy as he chased his pleasure with no restrictions.

You could only allow your mouth be used like a toy as Sukuna roughly fucked down your throat. Your head bobbed uncontrollably as drool and pre-cum leaked from the sides of your mouth. Never in your life have you felt this gross. All you wanted was a toothbrush, hell even some mouthwash.

To your relief, but with little warning, Sukuna came down your throat in small bursts. You could feel the hot substance run down your esophagus, staining your insides. Sukuna continued to hold your head for a moment, riding out his orgasm.

Finally pulling himself away, Sukuna drug a thumb across the corner of your mouth, collecting a mixture of the fluids. Sensually, he massaged the tinted substance into your bottom lip before inserting his finger into your mouth.

Blissed out, he bore a lopsided grin, “We wouldn't want to waste what you worked so hard for, right?”

You frowned deeply.

Worked hard? If he knows you worked so hard to please him, maybe he'd appreciate tasting his own work for you.

Collecting the contents of your mouth in the front of your mouth, you spat at his face. Sukuna quickly turned his face to the side in a poor attempt to dodge the slobber. ‘ Tragically’ , the thick concoction stuck to his left cheek with a satisfying splat.

You grinned wildly, “Why'd you dodge? You wouldn't want to waste what you worked so hard to make?”

Sukuna was deathly silent for a moment, allowing the room to still. Then, the pinkette suddenly bursted into a manic laughter. You could only watch in confusion as Sukuna ran a hand through his messy hair.

Abruptly, Sukuna’s larger hands grabbed your hips and lifted you to your feet. His sharp eyes locked in on your own, staring into you completely.

“I knew I could never bore of you.”

The statement made you furrow your eyebrows. He sounded older.

“I'm amusing for spitting on you?” You tried to lighten the tense mood.

Ignoring your statement, Sukuna grabbed your chin. Inspecting your face, “Incredible.” You froze when Sukuna suddenly licked up the side of your cheek, “The exact same taste too.”

Pushing his chest away, you struggled against his hold, “Gross! Asshole, let me go-”

You halted all movements when you finally returned Sukuna’s gaze. There was no reasonable explanation. Your eyes had to be playing tricks on you. They had to be because Sukuna’s eyes were deep rich pools of red. Not a captivating blue.

Sukuna chuckled at your stunned expression, “I can't wait to make you mine again.”

Wasting no time, Sukuna’s lips crashed against your own, somehow more animalistic than normal. It felt like his whole presence was suffocating you. He was somehow larger, even more impressive.

How was this possible? Did he throat fuck you hard enough to cause amnesia?

Your phone ringing pulled you from your thoughts. Fighting off Sukuna’s advances, you pulled your cracked phone from your (Sukuna’s) pajama pants. Nanami’s contact information flashed brightly across the screen.

You internally screamed, talk about poor timing. Trying to end the call, Sukuna’s persistent frame made it difficult.

“Who is it?” Sukuna snapped against your lips.

“Nanami,” You were quick to add, “He’s my… anger mediator.” A bit of shame creeped up your neck after finally admitting your, very obvious, vice.

Instantly, Sukuna pulled away. His sharp nails scraped against your thighs leaving thin red lines. Wait, sharp? Your eyes widened at the sight of Sukuna's hands. They looked meatier with nails far longer and darker than you recall.

Your head spun as you tried to make sense of it all. Maybe you should tell Nanami. He could help, right? Or maybe he'd just call you crazy. Or even worse, suspect you're trying to pick a fight with Sukuna again.

“You're in anger management?” Sukuna’s question was more to himself than to you before another heinous fit of laughter left his mouth. “It all makes sense now.”

Reclaiming your lips, Sukuna snatched your phone from your hand. You were quick to reach for it only to flinch when Sukuna bit down on your lip harshly. Whining, you returned your attention back to your assailant. Sukuna snarled and pinned your form to the counter.

“When you're with me,” Sukuna nipped at your neck, “You only focus on me. Only think of me. Only need me.”

Soft moans escaped your mouth as Sukuna trailed lower, “Do you understand?”

To caught up in pleasure to acknowledge the strange possessiveness you mewled out a weak, “Yes, Sir.”

Sukuna smiled against your skin, “So perfect for me. I'll have to handle our little distraction soon.”

You couldn't help but feel you made a grave mistake revealing Nanami’s existence. But Sukuan’s hands tugging your pants lower and your shirt higher muddled any worried thoughts. All you could focus on was your massive neighbor in between your thighs.

“We have all night, pretty girl.”

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The thing about Satoru Gojo was he tended to overestimate the loyalty he received. It was a pure, almost childlike, blind trust of others. That was until Suguru Geto.

So, when Gojo returned from a quick bathroom trip he wasn't completely surprised by your empty chair. Rather, he only felt disappointment. Some for you, but mostly for himself.

The thing about Satoru Gojo was he overestimated your loyalty. Because he hoped you were different.

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lizardboiii · 1 month

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The results are in…

Toji Fushiguro x reader is the winner!!! Thank you to everyone who participated!

Sneak peak below…

DIRTY THOUGHTS [Right-hand man!Toji Fushiguro x Boss’s Daughter!reader]

☾ Summary: Soft, delicate, and kind. You were quite the outlier when it came to the circle of individuals surrounding you. But your father’s guard dog knew better, you treated Toji Fushiguro more like a slave than a body guard.

"Your father must have never taught you manners."

“You should try looking in a mirror, doll.”

͙⁺˚*･༓☾⤷Tropes: YakuzaAU!, Dad's best friend, Age gap, Daddy kink, Size kink, brat!reader, dom!Toji

͙⁺˚*･༓☾⤷ cw: 18+, NSFW☾

͙⁺˚*･༓☾⤷Chapters: Oneshot (possibly a second chapter)

Coming soon…

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lizardboiii · 1 month

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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Chapter summary: Gojo continues to haunt your dreams. Is this a premonition or just punishment?

✧Warnings: 18+, SFW, vulgar language, Satoru Gojo✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapter V : BESERK

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"I WILL NEVER FORGIVE YOU!”

Your wrists stung as you savagely yanked and pulled against your restraints. The rickety office chair you were strapped to rattled with every thrash.

You glared at the white haired male who leaned against his desk. His ‘innocent’ smile mocked your failed attempts of escape.

“I gave you an option.”

“CLEARLY YOU DID NOT!”

Gojo playfully shrugged at your seething form. If your hands weren’t currently tied to the chair’s arm rests you were sure they’d be around his neck by now.

Yelling in frustration, you clenched your fists the best you could, “This is insane even for you, Gojo!”

Ignoring your complaint, Gojo hummed passively, tapping a nimble finger against his mahogany desk, “Your last name.”

You quirked a brow at Gojo’s sudden change of topic, “What?”

“It’s of similar status to the three clans who used to dominate Japan in the Heian period, is it not?” Gojo titled his head, “Kamo, Zenin,” he pointed to himself, “Gojo.”

You flinched at the sudden chuckle that forced itself from his throat, “But it’s even closer to that of Ryomen.”

Ryomen?

Confusion laced your face. Ryomen certainly wasn’t one of the ruling families who still held prestige even in today’s society. You weren’t even sure you learned about the name in school. Backtracking even further, your name most definitely did not hold the same status as his. Just what was he trying to imply?

“I don’t understand,” You met Gojo’s obsidian glasses.

He scoffed, “Of course you wouldn’t. Measures have been taken to erase any trace of the name.”

Pushing himself away from the desk, Gojo’s form gilded towards you. Large hands clasped themselves around the chair's armrests, pressing into your trapped forearms. Quickly, you turned your head away from him. A sorry attempt to keep some sort of distance between the two of you.

“He was the so-called King of Curses. A title easily put to rest once the three clans finally joined forces that is.”

A small puff of air left your body before it started to turn into full blow laughter, “King of Curses, huh? Did you really take me here just to tell me a scary bedtime story?”

Gojo’s face remained stoic as he backed away from your giggling form, “No. I took you here to warn you.”

“Warn me of what,” you threw him an exaggerated smile, “Ghosts?”

The older man pressed his lips into a thin line, “Something much worse.”

Your eyebrow twitched, “Seriously Gojo give it a rest. I’m not falling for your stupid games.”

“This isn’t a game.”

You flinched at his cold tone. Straightening your back, you swallowed the lump in your throat, “Fine. I’ll humor you. What is it you're here to ‘warn’ me about?”

“Ryomen Sukuna,” Gojo’s face scrunched as if the name tasted revolting, “Monster, demon, curse, disgraced one. A living nightmare disguised as a Jujutsu Sorcerer.”

You mulled over the information spilling out from Gojo.

Ryomen Sukuna.

Jujutsu Sorcerer.

Monster.

Nonsensical words strung together which you’d normally roll your eyes at. However, Gojo’s tone held no amusement.

“Together the three clans of Sorcerers, Kamo, Zenin, Gojo, used their powers to end his reign of terror,” Gojo groaned dramatically, “Or so we thought.”

A sudden burst of laughter ripped through you as you tried to regain your breath, “You can’t be serious. First you kidnap me like some lunatic and now you're trying to convince me that the Boogeyman is real?! Gojo Satoru, I knew you were special but I didn’t think you were ‘special’ special.”

You flinched harshly when a massive hand snatched the back of your head, threading itself through your hair. Forcing your head up, Gojo’s darkened eyes met your own. You swallowed harshly. The faint pang of pain pulsated in your scalp.

“(y/n).”

You shuddered as your name rolled off his tongue. Grasping your hair tighter, Gojo bent down to your ear, “I’ll only say this once. Pay. Attention.”

You nodded slowly, allowing Gojo’s hand to tug slightly with every bob of your head.

A small smirk pulled the edges of Gojo’s mouth up, “Good Girl.”

Releasing his hold, Gojo backed away slightly, “The last name (l/n) was almost always present when accounts of Ryomen were written. Whether it was servants, slaves, subordinates, concubines, or… berserkers.”

You chewed on your lip, “I still don’t understand what this has to do with me.”

“You will soon,” Gojo pulled a picture from his coat pocket and dangled it in front of you, “Very soon.”

Squinting your eyes, you scanned the poorly captured image. From what you could tell it was a picture of a man entering a limo. His face was hidden by the door, but you could see his gigantic form stepping into the expensive vehicle.

You raised a brow, “I should be scared of a limo?”

“You should be scared of the man getting into the limo.”

“You can’t even see his face-”

Gojo placed a hand over your mouth and shook a finger, “That’s because his identity is confidential.”

It was hard to place the extreme confusion and anger surging through your body at the moment. You were expected to fear a man who you weren't even allowed to see? You internally face-palmed. Make it make sense.

Sensing your puzzled thoughts, Gojo huffed and removed his hand, “Your family used to serve a malevolent self-made God in the Heian period. Said God was assumed to be dead but the old bastards never fully finished the job.”

He tapped the picture in front of you again, “We found an ancestor.”

Realization crept up your spine, “So what you're saying is that the evil spirit God thingy back in the day was killed but not his children?”

“Bingo.”

“And you think because I'm supposably from a family who has served him for generations I'm going to turn evil?”

“Bingoish.”

You tried to find words only to fail. The whole situation was completely absurd.

“Bingoish? What do you mean?”

You let out a choked breath when Gojo suddenly plopped himself onto your lap. Making himself at home on your newly taken aback form, he sighed dramatically.

“Your temper is a tell-tale sign of what you actually are,” Gojo wrapped his arms around your neck and swung his feet passively, “You’ve got berserker blood in you.”

Gojo booped your nose, “A true soldier of evil.”

“GET THE HELL OFF ME, FREAK!”

Laughing off your boiling rage, Gojo stayed put, “Berserkers are men and, in extremely rare cases, women who are dormant jujutsu sorcerers. Their bodies contain exceedingly high levels of cursed energy.”

Your brain swam as you tried to understand Gojo’s gibberish. What the hell was he talking about?

“These individuals were so high in curse energy that the murderous tendencies of curses took over them,” Gojo pressed a finger into your chest, “Hence the name berserkers. Highly skilled, angry, vicious, and reckless soldiers who served the King of Curses at his peak.”

Gojo looked at you, “Case in point, they had incredibly intense angry issues.”

You clenched your jaw at his insinuation.

“Don’t worry too much though,” Gojo patted your head, “These murderous tendencies could only be unsealed with a single flower, Wisteria. You're not going around eating random flowers, are you?”

You deadpanned, “Obviously not.”

Gojo shrugged, “Could've fooled me.”

Growling, you thrashed in your chair. Gojo gripped your neck tighter in an attempt to stay aboard the y/n express.

“That's it, get off, Gojo! I have had enough with your stupid fairytales!”

Gojo grunted when you managed to shake his body off you. Pouting, he placed a hand on his forehead, “I can’t believe you could do this to your own teacher!”

“I can’t believe you'd do this to your own student!”

You let out a ragged breath, “Gojo I hope you realize how absolutely insane this all sounds. Jujutsu Sorcerers? Gods? Curses? Give me a break. Do you really think some ancient God’s ancestor is currently tracking me down in order to turn me into one of his super soldiers? To what? Reclaim his throne?”

“Yes.”

Mouth agape, you tried to conjure up some sort of reply before giving up. This was insane. Gojo was insane.

“Ryomen’s ancestor’s primary base is in Shibuya. The moment anyone in that city figures out what your last name is you're done for,” Gojo stood up from the floor, “(y/n), I understand this is hard to believe but trust me. You can not go into that city.”

Gojo placed a hand on top of your own, rubbing small circles into your skin with a pad of his thumb, “Okay?”

You exhaled, “Okay.”

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Soft chirps woke you up from your seemingly endless slumber. You groaned loudly and flipped over. Expecting to see a sleeping Sukuna, you were shocked to find his side of the bed empty.

Running a hand over his emptied spot, you frowned slightly at the coldness. He had been gone for a while now.

Sitting up, you rubbed your face with your palms. A slight sting in your brain made you wince. You had a killer headache. Jesus, how much did you drink? You could barely remember waking up in the middle of the night.

Peaking over at Sukuna’s side again, you bit your lip in frustration. He left you alone… again. Your heart throbbed for a second. Only a second, before you realized what you were doing.

Slapping your cheeks, you pulled yourself to your feet and threw on your discarded clothes. If he could act nonchalantly, so could you. In fact, you'd leave without saying anything and pretend it never happened.

Searching high and low for your phone, you smiled brightly when you found it sitting on Sukuna’s kitchen counter.

Battery: 23%

Notifications: 0

Time: 10:04am

You sighed gratefully. You had more than enough time to make it to class. Slipping on your shoes, you flinched when the door handle jingled. Fuck. You should have been faster.

Sukuna’s tatted form stepped through the door holding a small paper bag of groceries. His brows raised at your crouched form, “You're still here?”

You tried not to cringe too much at his harsh words. God Dammit, you really should have been faster.

Standing up, you rubbed your knuckles. “I just woke up. Don’t get your panties in a twist.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes before setting down his paper bag, “Sure.”

You clenched your teeth at his openly accusatory comment, “I'm about to go talk with the front desk about my power,” Venom laced your voice, “Wouldn't want to bother my neighbor anymore.”

“No need, I already did.”

You blinked at the larger man. He had his back to you now as he started putting away various items. You noted it was a lot of food for just one person. Although you chalked it up to his greedy nature.

“Why?”

Sukuna scoffed as if it was obvious, “Your lazy ass wouldn't get up. No matter how hard I shook you.”

You cleared your throat, “Thank you. But you really didn't need to.”

Sukuna only grunted in response, paying no attention to you. Growing awkward at the silent treatment you scratched your head, “Well, see you around.”

“Are you going back?”

You halted at Sukuna’s voice, “Ya, I've got somewhere I need to be later on.”

Sukuna hummed, “See you tonight.”

You nodded your head in confusion, “See you.”

You exited Sukuna’s apartment with a bewildered expression.

See you tonight.

Was he possessed? Did Yuuji suddenly grow a foot and take his brother's place? Why the hell was he being so nice??

You paused your thoughts. ‘Nice’ as in actually treating you like another human for once.

Shaking away cluttered thoughts, you were quick to rush to the shower. Unfortunately, the color of your face drained when you realized the water wasn't working. You could punch a hole through the wall.

Rushing to your room, you piled on deodorant and prayed mint gum would hide the scent of day old wine on your breath. You'd have to talk with the front desk. Damn it, you should've just gone instead of Sukuna. What the hell was his problem?

The drive to your anger management classes went a lot better than the start of your morning. It was quick, easy, and predictable. You assumed it was because you finally managed to beat lunch hour traffic.

You felt even better when you realized you were the first person to arrive at the meeting. Even Nanami looked shocked at your sudden appearance.

“Morning, Mr. Kento!” You wildly waved your hand at the blond man.

Nanami shook his head at your antics, “Good morning, Miss (l/n).”

You felt light as a feather as the lesson carried on. Actively participating, answering questions, hell you even threw in a story or two. You weren't the only one pleased with your sudden change in demeanor. You could swear you saw the faintest smile on Nanami’s stoic face.

As all good things do, eventually the lesson comes to a close leaving you alone with Nanami. You smiled at his taller form as he made his way over to you.

“Pretty impressive stuff, huh?”

Nanami rolled his eyes and patted your back, “Thank you, (y/n). Keep it up.”

You bit the inside of your cheek to keep your smile from growing any bigger, “No overtime today?”

“No overtime today,” Nanami paused, “For you at least. Unless you're offering to help?”

You held your hands up, “Actually-”

“Perfect. I have midterms to grade and I've been needing help.”

You cried internally as Nanami led you away from the door and into his office.

This guy-

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You felt utterly drained as you finally made it back to your apartment complex. Nanami had kept you at his office for God knows how long. All you knew is if you ever saw another essay about psychology again you might actually lose it… again.

Banging your head on the side of the elevator, you groaned when you heard a familiar ding. The doors opened slowly revealing a waiting Sukuna. You stared at his form in surprise.

“Are you just going to stand in there or get out, rat?”

Sukuna’s words pulled you from your shock as you glared at his from, “You don’t own the fucking elevator.”

Sukuna’s smirk turned downward as he shoved inside the small metal box with you. You grunted when his shoulder slammed into your own. Catching your fall, you flipped him off.

“Real classy, Pinkie Pie,” Stepping out of the elevator, you hesitated when Sukuna called your name.

“Don’t wear that outfit again. You're prettier than that.”

The metal doors closed on your jaw-dropped expression.

“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!” You threw your bag violently at the doors.

Loud cackling slowly disappeared as the elevator descended. You yelled out to no one in particular as you clutched your hair. As tempting as it was to rip out your own hair, you decided against the bald look. You were sure Sukuna would have a field day with a bald (y/n).

Storming to your apartment door, you reached for your key angrily. All you wanted to do was take a hot shower and sleep. Though you were quickly reminded of your lack of water by a large pink slip plastered onto your door.

NOTICE! APARTMENT CLOSED DUE TO WATER PIPE BURST. PLEASE CONTACT FRONT DESK FOR MORE INFORMATION.

You had to be fucking kidding.

Slipping your key into the door, you twisted the key wildly. The door remained stagnant as the key rattled inside the door knob. You growled in frustration as you shoved your key in harder. A sickening snap almost made you see red.

Your key broke off in your door. Your door which apparently had its lock changed.

Slamming your fists against the white wood, you swore obscenities you weren't even sure were real words. The door creaked pitifully as you tried to force your way in.

Finally stopping your assault on your door, you placed your forehead against the wood. Ragged breath escaped your mouth in random patterns as you slowly tried to calm yourself.

What the hell were you going to do? All your shit was in there. Could they even do this? You'd have to ask Nanami about a possible lawsuit.

Spinning on your heel, you slid down the wood and hid your face in your knees. How could this day get any worse.

“What are you doing?”

Oh right, it can.

Lifting your head from your legs, you glared at Sukuna. He stood above your small frame with an apathetic expression as he held a newly acquired take-out bag.

You pointed to your door with your thumb, “Don’t you know how to read?”

Sukuna hummed and snatched the pink slip off your door. A dark laughter erupted from his throat at the italicized print.

“Pipe burst, huh?” Sukuna rubbed his chin, “What did you shit too much or something?”

You watched Sukuna from below. His words seemed more to himself than to you.

“No, fuckhead.”

Dragging yourself up from the floor, you rubbed your back, “They didn't send me any notice or warning. This has to be illegal!”

Sukuna shoved the pink slip into your chest, “Illegal or not you're shit out of luck.” His eyes glanced behind you before he whistled, “Even broke your key. That's coming out of your deposit.”

You cluthced the pink slip and crumpled it, “This isn’t a fucking joke.”

Sukuna scoffed, “Figure that out all by yourself, rat?”

Your hand clenched into a first involuntarily. It would be so easy to hurt him right now. Make him feel how you feel. Sukuna watched your form with mild amusement, clearly interested in your next move.

Out of the blue, Nanami’s face flashed behind your eyes. You stopped yourself. You promised Nanami you were better than this. Unclenching your fist you sighed, “Forget it.”

You noted how Sukuna’s face dropped. His expression held an underlying disappointment. Did he want you to hit him again?

Sukuna mumbled under his breath, “I guess you're still not ready yet.”

You raised an eyebrow, “What?”

Sukuna shook his head, “Nothing. Come on.”

He waved a hand to follow him to his apartment.

“Where are we going?”

Sukuna gave you a look, “You're more than welcome to sleep in the hallway.”

You rolled your eyes and followed after his retreating form, “Thank you kindly, neighbor.”

What the hell was this? Five Nights At Sukuna’s?

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Breaking up ┃One Piece Pt. 1

Scenario: Having a huge fight with your bf which ultimately leads one of you to saying something you regret.

"I wish I never met you."

Characters: Monkey D. Luffy, Roronoa Zoro x Fem!reader

cw: 18+, SFW, Angst, Hurt/No comfort, vulgar language

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Monkey D. Luffy

“You never even treat me like we're together!”

You were at your breaking point, figuratively and literally. In the last three months that you and Luffy had been together, not once did he change the way he acted towards you. It felt as if you were still just Luffy’s nakama. Well today that was all going to change. You had a plan.

It took some convincing, but you finally managed to get Nami and Ussop to help you set up a romantic dinner in the Sunny’s crow’s nest. Two of Luffy’s favorite things, food and you. It was perfect.

With preparations taken care of, you waited patiently for Luffy to arrive. Your aforementioned captain was currently exploring the island you were stopped at. But with the sun starting to set, he'd be back for dinner any minute now.

So you waited.

And waited.

And waited….

You waited till the candles were near burnt out. Waited till the food went ice cold. Waited till your eyes stung from holding back tears.

Monkey D. Luffy had stood you up.

Your own boyfriend.

Slamming the napkin delicately placed across your lap onto the table, you pushed yourself to your feet. Humiliation creeped its way up your neck. Never in your life have you ever felt so worthless.

Holding back hiccups, you dragged yourself out of the crow’s nest and away from the undisturbed meal. What was Nami going to think? All that preparation for nothing. You clenched your hands into tight fists. The next time you see Luffy you swear you were going to-

“y/n!”

You spun on your heel to face the familiar voice. Luffy’s face smiled brightly at you, blinding you more than the moonlight. It was almost enough for you to forgive him. Almost.

“Wait up!”

Scoffing, you glared at his cheery form before turning away from him. All you wanted was a shower, not excuses.

Luffy caught up with your silently seething form with ease, spinning around you like top. He pranced around as if he were a crow and you his shiny treasure. Your name falling from his lips like a mantra.

Try as you might, eventually you gave into his pestering, voice sharp as nails, “What do you want, Luffy?”

Luffy’s grin widened despite your tone, “Sorry I couldn't make it, y/n. There was a festival in town, you should have come. There was an all you can eat buffet, Tra-guy and Jaggy were there too!” He scratched his chin, “Maybe next time you can invite everyone else so we can all eat together again!”

Your eye twitched, “Why would I invite the whole crew to our date?”

“Date?”

You stopped in your tracks, “Yes, date. You know the ones you're supposed to take your girlfriend out on? That kind?”

You could practically see the gears turning in his head at your reply.

“But I have multiple girlfriends?” “WHAT?”

“Ya! You, Robin, Nami,” Luffy used his fingers to count, “Oh, and Vivi!”

You face palmed, “Not “girl” friends, Luffy. A “girlfriend”. Someone who’s more,” You reached for Luffy’s hand, “Special.”

“But all my friends are special,” Luffy pouted, gingerly returning your touch.

Laughing, you shook your head, “I know. But…It's a different type of special. It's when you wanna hold their hand, and you wanna be near them no matter what,” You met his confused gaze, “It's someone you love.”

“Then why would I wanna do that with you?”

“Huh?”

It felt like your body hit a brick wall. Every word ripped from your throat. He was joking right? It was a sick joke but a joke no less.

“I don’t think I love you.”

You blinked in confusion before choking out a response, “T-Thats okay. Sometimes it takes a while to realize you love someone. It's not immediate.”

Luffy hummed, “I'm not sure I even want a “girlfriend”, y/n.”

A nervous laughter erupted from your throat, “Luffy, what are you talking about?” It felt like your heart might leap out of your chest.

“I like how my friends are now. I don't need a “girlfriend”. I have my Nakama. I have you.”

The world suddenly stopped spinning, and only for a moment the ocean quieted and the breeze hushed. Then, as if nothing happened, the world began to turn as normal, leaving behind your hollowed out body.

"...what?"

Cheeky smiled, Luffy repeated his words as if it was only the news, "I don't need a "girlfriend" I have a crew!"

The empty feeling in the pit of your stomach slowly filled with rage. First, he stood you up. Now? Now, he wants to pretend you guys aren't even dating!?

“Luffy, we're dating! What are you talking about? I asked you out almost three months ago!” You snapped, “Why did you even say yes to me if you didn't want a "girlfriend"?”

“I don't know,” He cocked his head to the side, “I just thought you wanted to be closer friends.”

Your eyebrows furrowed in disbelief, “What?”

Luffy shifted in his sandals, clearly uncomfortable, “I thought you wanted to be my “girl” friend, not my “girlfriend”.”

“Are you joking?” Your skin felt red hot as if your whole being was ablaze, “You thought I wanted to be your “girl” friend!? Did it ever once occur to you that friends don't hold each other’s hands!?”

Luffy quickly retracted his hand from your grip, scratching his head in thought, “Not really.”

“Oh my god,” You couldn't tell if you were laughing or crying at this point, “This whole time you never thought we were together? Ever?!”

“I guess we are a bit closer than everyone else,” Luffy’s brows furrowed in thought.

“A bit?” You ran your fingers through your hair, “We spend every waking moment together! I've confided in you, you've confided with me. You know things about me no one else does!”

To his credit, Luffy looked ashamed, “I’m sorry, y/n. I guess…I just never noticed how you really felt.”

You rolled your tear filled eyes, “Obviously.”

“I can try if you want-”

“Forget it, Luffy,” You held your hands up in defeat, “Just forget it. Whatever you thought was going on here is over.”

Luffy grabbed your arm, “What! I don't want that!”

“You don't seem to want a lot of things,” You shrugged his grip off, “Including me.”

“y/n.”

You wiped your face clear of tears.

“We're done, Lu.”

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Roronoa Zoro

"Do I need to be a sword just to get a minute of your attention!?"

Three hundred seventy-six, three hundred seventy-seven, three hundred seventy-eight-

“Are you still counting?”

You rolled your eyes, “Yes, mom.”

Zoro ignored your annoyed response, preferring to continue his push ups below you. Huffing, you rested your chin on your hand. He had been going at this for hours now. You were starting to feel nauseous as your form jostled every time Zoro went up and down with you on his back.

“How much longer?”

Zoro grunted, “When I reach two thousand.”

“Two thousand!?”

Your sudden shout made Zoro shoot up quickly, knocking you off balance. Your criss-crossed form easily flew from Zoro’s back to the ground below. You fell hard, slamming your shoulder into the wood floor.

Hissing, you rubbed your now sore arm, “What the hell, Zoro!?”

“Shit.”

The moss head was quick to his feet, offering you a hand, “Dammit, you should've been more careful.”

You snatched his extended hand and scoffed, “I wasn't the one who moved so suddenly.”

Pulling you to your feet, Zoro continued to hold your hand, “I wasn't the one complaining so loudly.”

“I can’t help it. We’ve been here all day,” You played with his larger fingers, “Plus, you promised you'd explore the island with me today.”

You could hear Zoro grumble under his breath before sighing loudly, “Training is more important right now.”

You furrowed your eyebrows, “What, why?"

Your thoughts raced around in your head to find a reason for Zoro's sudden uptightness. You were quick to settle on striking golden eyes and a small dagger. Dracule Mihawk. He and Zoro had put on quite the show only weeks ago.

Rubbing Zoro's palm, you quirked a brow, "Are you still hung up about that Mihawk guy beating you?”

“I'm not hung up.”

You flinched at Zoro’s tone, “You clearly are.”

Quickly dropping your hand, Zoro turned away from you, “Listen it doesn't even matter what you think. You wouldn't understand. You're not a swordsman.”

“I'm not a swordsman but I'm definitely your girlfriend,” you snapped at his back.

“Just because you're my girlfriend doesn't mean you can control my training.”

“Just because you're a swordsman doesn't mean you can just dismiss me.”

The room filled with a silence thick enough to cut with a sword. You thought you might drown on land. Staring into Zoro's rigid back, you tried to manifest any form of response from him.

Finally, after what seemed like eons, Zoro rolled his shoulders and turned to face you. Your breath caught in your throat at his expression. It was dark, almost...menacing. It was a gaze he normally reserved scum marines and enemy pirates alike, but never for you.

“You're the one who's dismissing me!”

A forced laugh erupted from your mouth, “How am I dismissing you, moss head?” You crossed the space between the two of you, “By telling you to take one measly break?”

Zoro’s eyes bore into your own as if trying to find his next words. Grabbing your hand, he placed it on his bare chest, “Do you see this?”

You tensed at the feeling of the scar tissue, Mihawk.

“This...this scar is why I have to be stronger. For the crew. For Luffy,” Zoro squeezed your hand, “For you.”

You swallowed the lump in your throat, “Zoro, I didn't-”

“Maybe we should break up.”

You paused, mouth stuck open in shock, “...what?”

It felt like you had swallowed glass, pins and needles running down your esophagus into your stomach. But the glass still wasn't enough to fill the large pit beginning to form.

Gently, Zoro pushed your hand away from him, “This relationship,” he took a deep breath, “Might be too much of a distraction.”

You never really understood when people said it felt like their heart was being ripped out of their chest. But now? It felt like your whole chest cavity had been removed.

Slowly, hot tears began to cascad down your rosied cheeks, “You think I'm a distraction?”

Zoro paused, his internal conflicted evident on his face, “...yes.”

You clenched your teeth together tightly, “Screw you, Zoro! I can barely get you to pay attention to me when someone even mentions the word “sword” but I'm the distraction?!” You jammed a finger into his chest, avoiding his scar, “If you needed an excuse to break up with me so badly you could've at least chosen a good one!”

“I’m sorry, y/n,” Zoro favored staring at the ground, “But if I want to be the greatest swordsman I can't be with you.” His hand captured the one buried in his chest, "Not yet at least."

You ripped your hand away from him, "If not now, then never." Your eyes searched Zoro's, looking for any sign of regret, "Choose, Zoro."

"Its over, y/n," Massive arms pulled you into a warm hug, "I'm sorry."

Clutching onto him, you sobbed silently. It wasn't fair. Why couldn't he just have both?

"I love you."

“Fuck you.”

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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Chapter summary: There must be something in the water~

✧Warnings: 18+, NSFW, vulgar language, non-con/dubious consent, nonconsensual drug usage, slight PTSD✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

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Your body felt like it was on autopilot while you half ass grabbed an overnight bag and arbitrarily shoved essentials in. From randomly selected toothpaste to mismatched socks, you just couldn’t seem to get your thoughts to settle. Sukuna’s words took over your mind, echoing like a mantra.

“Have the desk worker call you an electrician in the morning, for now you can stay at mine.”

… stay at mine.

Your movements halted. Red in the face, you slapped a palm against your forehead to rid yourself of unwanted expectations.

Why the hell did he even offer you that? Flustered, you racked your brain for any possible answer only to come up short.

Sukuna was a self absorbed asshole who practically lived to piss you off. If anything, you expected him to laugh in your face, then slam the door on you rather than offer you a place to stay.

You groaned to yourself and rubbed your forehead drained. What a day. You just wanted to eat dinner then pass out.

Finally working up the courage to leave the darkness of your apartment, you slugged over to Sukuna’s residence. Your throat felt tight as an almost ominous feeling leaked from the small cracks of his door, daring you to knock.

Taking a deep breath, you opened and closed your fists at the thought of what resided on the other side. A possible ending to your short lived deal with Nanami perhaps? Most definitely.

Debating on your current life choices, your eyes trailed the thin line of worn paint that just peeked past the door’s frame. Scenes of yelling and trivial disputes flashed in your lingering vision.

Sucking in your teeth, you felt a pit grow in your stomach. It felt weird to go to his place for a reason other than to tell him off. Was it really okay for you to be there? To stay there?

But you just stayed there didn’t you?

Wrapped up in Sukuna’s arms.

Anger and resentment quelled by some unknown force.

You argued with your inner thoughts. No. That was different. You had Yuuji.

This time you were coming by your own free will. Not some accidental sleepover.

This time you made the choice. A choice to be alone with him.

My God, what was wrong with you?

Getting it over with, you moved an apprehensive fist to knock on the door. The distinctive sound was normally drowned out with every visit. However, this time the echo of the wood rang loud, traveling the length of the hallway.

The noise almost reminded you of the tolling bells from the little church down the street. Bells which marked a new hour of reckoning.

Without haste, your pinkett neighbor opened the door with a straight face. You felt on edge at his much larger figure leaning against the doorway, but you felt even more alarmed at his appearance.

He was still shirtless.

For fuck’s sake.

Frowning, you kept your eyes trained on his ruby ones rather than allowing your eyes to lower. Terrified to trace his sharp jaw down the column of his neck to his chiseled chest which was so proudly put on display.

Thankfully, Sukuna was quick to gesture at your tense form with the nod of his head as he held the door open for you. Grateful to look at anything else, you mumbled an insincere thanks and entered.

A quick glance around the apartment’s entryway told you Sukuna’s place was just as clean as you remembered, not a shoe was out of place. You took a deep breath, and the air still held a familiar scent of pine in it.

Standing off to the side, you allowed Sukuna to lead you further into the depths of the apartment. His larger strides easily overtaking your own.

Whether it was nerves or something else entirely, your stare bore into his exposed back as a distraction from the uncomfortable atmosphere. You noted how the thick tattoos that took over his chest and arms snaked over his skin to adorn the canvas of his back. Dark and intimidating, as if they were mimicking their owner.

Sudden movement from Sukuna made you bite your lip at the flex of his muscles. Quickly casting your gaze to the floor, you frowned.

Put on some clothes, whore.

“Here.”

You jolted in surprise when Sukuna's voice broke the prolonged silence. Casually, he propped himself up on his forearm against his opened fridge and held out a small bowl wrapped in saran wrap.

Leftovers.

Though you wanted to be offended, you couldn’t help but feel a small prick in your heart at the unexpected gesture. The last meal you ate at his place tasted like heaven. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to eat Sukuna’s cooking again.

Gingerly grabbing the bowl, you smiled down at it softly, “Thanks.”

Sukuna answered you with a curt grunt before trudging off. Ignoring the blatant inhospitality, you threw your night bag on the ground and sat at one of the bar stools tucked neatly under the overhang of the kitchen island.

Peering at your covered bowl, you felt your stomach growl at the sight of Zaru Soba. Best eaten after chilling for 30 minutes on the dot - no less - was your mother’s saying.

A faint frown carved its way onto your face. Resting your head against your hand, you began to twirl a fork around the noodles, idly picking at them. Soba was your mother’s favorite but it was also hers-

“Don’t tell me, you're a picky eater? How childish can you get?”

You snapped out of your daydream at the sound of a rough voice. Finding its owner, you glared at Sukuna who now held a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other.

“I’m not a picky eater, asshole. Just tired.”

Sukuna let out a puff of air, “Tired, huh? Then this,”

He placed down a bottle of dark red wine, “Should wake you up.”

Giving the wine an amused look, you picked the bottle up and studied it. An Italian name you couldn’t pronounce etched itself onto varnish. You whistled in your mind. Expensive shit for someone who lived in this dump.

Humming, you finished off another forkful, “Thanks but no thanks. I don’t work well with alcohol.”

“What?” A devilish smirk pulled at Sukuna’s lips, “Can’t handle a little wine.”

Irritated at the obvious blow to your ego, you slammed your fork down and growled, “I can handle my shit just fine.”

Sukuna filled a glass and handed it to you with a taunt, “Prove it then.”

An idiot could figure out what Sukuna’s game was. But as it always did, your pride got the better of you. Though, chugging your first glass in spite might have been a stretch.

Sukuna merely chuckled at your competitive nature and refilled your glass before pouring his own. You were quick to continue to sip on the wine as you finally began to finish off your Soba.

In all honesty, you needed a bit of a buzz to finish off the familiar noodles. They held too many memories.

Spinning the noodles around your fork, you watched as they slowly morphed. Their golden brown color suddenly looked a lot more like thick locks of hair.

Dirty blonde hair.

Your form went rigid as you let go of your fork. The utensil clanked against the porcelain bowl with a sharp ring, piercing your ears.

Blurred flashes of red and blue entered and exited your vision with a disturbing uncertainty. Immediately, a panicked feeling began to overwhelm you as muffled music and laughter invaded your ears so loud you thought a night club might have been built inside your head.

Taking a deep breath, you counted down from ten before glancing back at your bowl. The locks of golden returned to their stringy noodle state and the music no longer played. Everything was back to normal.

Still shaken, you grabbed your glass of wine and chugged again, drinking away an unwanted memory.

“It won’t run away from you.”

Already annoyed, you put the glass down harshly and scowled, “I know. A lot on my mind is all.”

Sukuna scoffed, “You actually think?”

Against your will, a small smile tugged at your lips, “Pour me another glass and I might fill you in on these wonderful thoughts of mine.”

Obeying your request, Sukuna shrugged, “I can’t lie, I’m a bit interested in what rats think about in their free time.”

You threw him a mocking look, “A lot more than pink haired bastards.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, “Indulge me.”

Tracing the rim of your glass you hummed, “You know, I used to go to the same university as Yuuji.”

“You graduated from Yuuji’s school?” Sukuna lifted his glass to take another small sip.

“No.”

Abruptly Sukuna’s eyes fixated on you, almost too interested.

You casted your gaze to the marbled counter, “I dropped out.”

“Why?”

Finishing off the rest of your bitter drink, you let out an exaggerated sigh. In an instant your glass was refilled, slightly higher than the last.

“A scuffle, I guess you could say,” Swirling the newly poured glass, you watched as the red liquid brushed the edge of the glass dangerously close.

“Scuffle?”

Your nose burned as you took another glutinous swig. Leaning against your plan, the world shifted slightly, practically disorienting you. Ah, looks like you’ve got that buzz you were aiming for.

“Ya, a scuffle.”

You yawned before the feeling of a glass being pushed against your fingertips made you pick it up. Sipping the half empty glass your brows furrowed.

When did you drink this much?

Glancing up at Sukuna you noticed he was still on his first glass, its contents barely touched. Bemused, you turned your gaze to his face only for your heart to skip a beat. Sukuna’s eyes thinned as they watched you closely, almost intimate.

“What sort of scuffle?”

“…Some girl…no…friend. Though I guess not friends anymore.”

You bit the inside of your cheek, “She ran her mouth to much and I just-”

You stared into the pool of red in your glass, its color reminiscent of the man in front of you. Blushing, you shook your head to clear your drifting thoughts.

Why the hell were you even telling him this? It wasn’t like you were some school girls who liked gossiping. Though in all honesty, it was nice you were actually able to talk to the man normally.

“Just what?”

Looking away from your wine you stared up at Sukuna’s empty spot. Instead, his form took shape close behind you. His larger hand placed itself next to your own as he hovered above you, inching closer.

When did he get so close?

Your head spun as you moved a hand up to rub your forehead. Shit. You knew you hadn’t drank in a while but how were you this drunk already? Did you somehow revert back to some lightweight?

Your thoughts were interrupted as firm fingers placed themselves on your jaw, tilting your head up.

“Just,” Sukuna leaned in further, “What?”

“I just…”

Sharp cologne made you dizzy as you lost yourself in Sukuna’s closeness. The curve of his lips beckoning you to lean closer.

“Gave in.”

In an instant Sukuna’s lips were on yours. He held your face firmly as he devoured the wine still stained on your lips.

You gasped slightly at the aggressive treatment and moved your hand to his chest. The feeling of his bare skin against your own somehow made you feel drunker as need shot its way down your spine.

Entranced, your mind danced in circles as Sukuna easily slipped his tongue between your lips, massaging your own. You could barely keep up with his pace as your vision blurred and grip tightened.

Sensually, Sukuna’s other hand traced down your side before settling on the curve of your waist. You shivered at the size of it. Large and powerful.

Everything about him was.

Your mind melted as you gave into primal desires and allowed Sukuna to take you in his arms. Wrapping your own arms around his neck, the clashing of your lips never wavered.

Suddenly, you let out a surprised squeak when you bounced against something plush. Letting yourself sink into the thick duvet, you watched Sukuna climb over your body through hazy eyes.

When did you get into the bedroom?

Your concerns were quickly replaced by pleasure as Sukuna began sucking and kissing down your neck, as if starved of your flesh. You whined as he pursued lower down your nape, reaching the beginnings of your breasts.

With a muddled mind, you hardly noticed as your shirt was disposed of leaving you in your bra, bold black with enough lace to strangle a man. A choice you would later thank your past self for choosing in a hurry that morning.

Despite the accidental effort, Sukuna was quick to remove the clothing item as well before taking a moment to stare at your exposed chest.

His tongue grazed against his teeth as he flashed a wild smile, “Damn, Princess. I should’ve gotten you undressed sooner.”

You blushed at the unusual endearing nickname before slurring over your words, “First and last.”

Sukuna chuckled, “We’ll see about that.”

Your body trembled when he suddenly leaned down and took one of your sensitive buds into his mouth, nipping and twisting at your skin. You squeezed your eyes shut and let out a shy moan.

Annoyingly, you could feel Sukuna grin against your chest as he brought his other hand up to your neglected bud. He swiped a rough thumb across your nipple before mercilessly rolling it between his fingers.

You whined as his hands and mouth worked you open. Tears pricked the corners of your eyes as you rubbed your legs together, desperate for friction. For release.

The growing heat in your stomach combined with the mist in your mind was starting to become too much.

“Aw.”

You whimpered at Sukuna’s deep voice.

“Does my Princess need some relief?”

An embarrassing sob escaped your mouth at his usage of ‘my’.

“P-Please.”

Smirking, Sukuna pushed his knee between your legs, “Earn it, Princess.”

You froze at the sudden pressure. Sukuna playfully rubbed your growing heat tauntingly.

“Come on,” his lips ghosted up your neck, “be good and I’ll help out a bit.”

Hesitating, you gently moved your hips up and started to slowly rub your aching heat against his knee. A spark shot up your spine as you tentatively began to pick up your pace.

“That’s it.”

Sukuna’s words encouraged your growing confidence. You bit back a moan as you rutted against him harder, wanting to be good. To please him.

“Keep going for me, Princess.”

Forgetting your pride, you gripped his shoulders in a tight grasp as you frantically sought after stimulation. The rapid jerk in your hips grew as a knot began to form in your stomach, his knee edging you.

Abruptly, Sukuna bit down on your nipple harshly, drawing blood.

You whimpered as the action almost sent you over the edge, “Please.”

Sukuna lapped the blood up, “You're doing so good for me.”

Like a trigger, white flashed behind your eyes as your hips began to twitch and move on their own. With a silent moan, the cord in your stomach violently snapped.

“Good girl.”

Your body dropped to the bed as you let out heavy breaths. The uncomfortable feeling of wetness in your pants was almost enough to sober you up before strong hands hooked around your waist band.

Sukuna ripped off your pants and underwear in one swipe before throwing the soiled garments to the floor with a soft thump. The action making you shiver at the sudden rush of cold air.

Embarrassment filled your cheeks as you watched Sukuna loom over your bare form with greedy eyes.

Quickly clamping your legs together, you heard Sukuna chuckle, “Don’t be shy now, Princess.”

You bit your lip as Sukuna placed a large hand on either knee and pushed your legs apart, exposing your already dripping cunt.

A wolfish look took hold of Sukuna’s face as he licked his lips. Your heart clenched at the sight, almost telling you to run. Unfortunately, your body felt too heavy and your mind too groggy.

Roughly, Sukuna swung your legs over his shoulders as he bent down. Your vision spotted at the sudden movement before completely going out.

Opening heavy eyelids, you cried out when you returned to something soft licking up your folds. Glancing down, you flushed at the sight of Sukuna, or two Sukuna’s as your vision swirled.

His four hands were firmly placed on your thighs as he ate you out, six eyes locked on your own. With the flick of his tongue, you threw your head back against a pillow as he began to swirl his tongue against your aching bud.

Clinging to the bed sheets, incomprehensible words spilled from your agape mouth as you tried to beg for mercy. Hot tears steamed down the curve of your cheek as your eyes rolled.

Trying to regain any form of consciousness, you forced your eyes to stare at the ceiling. Black dots dotted your vision once again when Sukuna’s tongue eventually made its way to your slit, entering slowly.

It was too much.

Your head pounded as your legs spasmed against Sukuna’s hold. You felt like you were going to throw up.

“Shit.”

Sukuna’s voice felt distant in your ears as you faded in and out. Your body felt like it was shutting down.

“I must’ve put to much-”

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“(Y/N)!!!”

You could feel your grip tighten on your coffee cup as you ignored the familiar voice. The sharp ring of it almost caused you to burst the cardboard cup half.

“HEY!!! (Y/N)!!! OVER HERE!!” The white haired professor flung his arms around wildly in an attempt to catch your attention.

Your teeth grinded as you picked up your pace. Maybe if you walked faster he would piss off.

Glancing behind you to see if he had given up yet, you choked on your own spit as you noticed him running full sprint at your agitated form.

“WHAT THE HELL???”

Your cup crashed to the cement, spilling the left over caffeine all over the concrete as you booked it. Speeding down Main Street, you left out a strangled breath as the back of your shirt was swiftly caught by him.

The silverett laughed as he held onto the thin fabric of your shirt with his pointer and thumb. The deep chuckle could render anyone helpless.

Anyone but you.

“Professor Gojo.”

He smiled at you through pearly white teeth. The action made a knot form in your chest. It was the kind of smile that you meant. A genuine one you didn’t allow just anyone to see.

Gojo has been your professor for three years now. A Criminology professor who had unfortunately taken a strong liking to you.

“How’s it going (y/n)? I haven’t seen you in ages!” He swiped a hand through his fringe, “Almost like you were avoiding me or something!”

You were.

“We have very different schedules, Professor. I’m sure we’re all just as busy near the end of the year.”

Gojo places his hands on his hips, “Professor? What are we strangers? Call me Gojo, (y/n)! Go - jo!”

You stared at him blankly.

Undeterred, Gojo brushed off your open hostility and slug a casual arm over your shoulders, “Always so uptight, (y/n), I can see why your always hanging around Nanamin~”

Your ears flushed as you shoved his arm off you, “Shut up.”

With the flick of his wrist, Gojo spun your body to face him, “Is that anyway to talk to your professor, (y/n)~”

You tilted your head to glare at his cocky smirk, “Is this any way to behave with a student, Professor?”

Amused, Gojo threw another smile and released his hold, “Of course, of course!”

A small smile tugged its way on your face before you quickly quelled it, “I’ve got places I need to be, what do you want?”

“Can’t a professor just say hello to one of his favorite students?”

You gave him a look.

Gojo sighed and put his hands up, “Alright, alright. You got me."

"Do not go to Shibuya.”

You quirked a brow, “Why?”

Like a switch, Gojo’s mood soured. Brows tightening, lips perusing, and the ever so faint glare of his tinted glasses told you as much.

“Stay on campus, at least for tonight.”

You laughed off his attitude, “You're telling me, a third year, to not go to the pre-graduation party tonight? The one that happens only once a year? Once a lifetime?”

“Yes.”

Baffled, you shook your head, “Not gonna happen.”

Gojo leaned closer, “I’m serious, (y/n).”

Heat sparked in your chest as you gripped your hands in tight fists, “Why?”

“Just cause.”

You snarled at his vague answer, “WHY THE FUCK ARE YOU LIKE THIS?”

Gojo's demeanor pulled another 180 as he laughed at your enraged form, “I have something better planned anyway, (y/n)!”

Gojo pranced around you, “Why would you wanna go to Shibuya anyway? That place is loaded with felons!”

You clenched your jaw, “Listen Gojo, I’m going to that party whether you like it or not.”

The white haired man halted his movements, “I was afraid you’d say that.”

You stared at his pondering form in confusion. Clearly this man needs to be put on meds.

Your evaluation was only amplified as Gojo suddenly stood straight. In the blink of an eye heavy metal handcuffs snapped onto your unsuspecting wrists.

Your mouth fell agape, “THE HELL?!”

Gojo sighed as he threw your screaming form over his shoulders, “The hard way it is~”

“SATORU GOJO I SHOULD KILL YOU!”

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You woke up from your vivid dream with a start. Whipping up from the bed, your form shook slightly as you took in deep breaths of air. The room was silent save for the quiet ringing in your ears.

Sighing, you swiped a hand through your damp hair. Shit. You hadn't thought of that conversation in months. Why now?

You rubbed your face with your hands aggressively, whipping away any traces of sleep. The room was dark signaling daylight was far from near.

Glancing around for your phone, you cursed when you couldn't find it. What you managed to find was a small digital alarm clock on the bedside table.

1:11am

Damn it. Why couldn’t you sleep through the night like a normal person?

Your head pounded as sleep deprivation finally caught up with your awakened form. Groaning, you took in your surroundings to try and lull yourself to sleep.

Gray walls, white sheets, and a fait scent of wood.

Your brows furrowed. Your room didn’t smell like pine… but Sukuna’s did.

Ah, that’s right. You stayed over at Sukuna’s. But how’d you end up in his bed?

Pinching your brow, you tried to recall the events after leaving your apartment. Unfortunately, your memories got foggy around the time you ate dinner and were almost completely gone after that.

Your brain throbbed as you struggled to find answers. Nothing was adding up. In fact, where the hell was Sukuna?

A gruff sigh made your form go rigid. Peaking over at the other side of the bed, your eyes widened at said man’s sleeping form.

He was hard to make out in the dark, you could just discern his spread out form. One hand propped his head up while the other laid lazily beside you.

Despite the low lighting, it didn’t take long to notice his lack of attire and it took even less to notice your own. Instantly, you grabbed as much of the white duvet as Sukuna’s form allowed you to and covered yourself.

What. The. Hell.

Your brain ran in circles as you tried to come up with an explanation for your situation. As much as you tried to pin it on some unseen force, you knew very well why you were in the position.

Why else would you be naked next to a man modeled after a god other than to have slept with him?

You weren’t that dumb, and you definitely weren’t some virgin.

But why him of all people?!

Spinning your body to the side, you placed your feet on the cool floor. The temperature felt nice compared to the inner rage you felt at yourself.

Seriously, what was wrong with you?

“You always seem to try and run away from me in the middle of the night.”

Your hands clenched the duvet, which now fell to your sides. A sense of deja vu flooded your mind. Would you choose to stay again?

“(Y/n).”

No.

Something was different.

You could feel Sukuna’s form rise behind you, warming your bare back. His larger hands covered your own which still clutched the covers.

Breath trailed your neck as Sukuna melted into you. An eerie silence shrouded the room as neither of you spoke. You simply basked in one another’s presence.

This time was different.

You didn’t have a choice.

You closed your eyes, allowing his scent to engulf you.

“Why is it we only complete each other at night?”

“It’s easier to hide.”

You turned your head to meet his gaze. He blended in with the darkness so much you were sure if his arms weren’t wrapped around you, you wouldn’t have known he was there.

“Show me how.”

You felt a chuckle rumble across his chest. It didn’t feel mocking as it usually did. It felt…gentle.

“If you learn how to hide any better, then even I won’t be able to find you.”

You rested your head against his chest, “Maybe it’s better that way.”

A tightening grip was your only answer. Slowly, he pulled you back into the bed, holding your frame captive.

You bit your lip. Who were you kidding? You were tired of hiding.

Tired of trying to forget that night in Shibuya.

Tried if being angry.

What’s done is done.

Regret would only hold you hostage.

Sukuna’s soft breath’s tickled your ear, reminding you of his presence. Your heart throbbed. Sukuna. Who even was he to you? Cuddled up one minute then combating the next.

How could he be your damnation yet your salvation?

You squeezed your eyes shut. Maybe it was time to wear the rose colored glasses for a short while. Even if it meant getting hurt.

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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Chapter summary: Blonds and therapy. Who's to say you can't have both?

✧Warnings: 18+, SFW, vulgar language, slight PTSD, blond man✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3.4k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapter III : IRKED

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WACK

You startled awake at the feeling of a foreign object smacking against your face. Snapping up from your position on the couch, you looked around wildly for the source.

“Wakey wakey, (y/n)~” Yuuji smiled down on you as he went to unleash another strike onto your perplexed form.

Recovering quickly, you violently grabbed the pillow before it met its mark and ripped it from his hands, “YUUJI!”

The pinkette only laughed your anger off as you chucked the pillow back at him. A tight knot formed in your stomach as you growled at him. Frowning, you took a deep breath. There was no need to flip out on Yuuji. He was just joking.

Shaking your head you checked your phone for the time, 11:46am.

“SHIT!”

You stumbled off the couch and stuffed your phone into your pocket. The beginnings of an adrenaline rush making you spin past a taken aback Yuuji.

Yuuji stumbled and watched you with confused eyes, “Huh? What’s going on?”

You raced for the door, “No time! See you later, Yuuji!”

Yanking the door open you were quickly stopped by a firm chest. ‘Stopped’ as in slamming into someone's chest face first. You grabbed your nose bridge in pain as you glared at the offender.

Sukuna loomed over you with bored eyes, “Leaving?”

You scowled, “Yes, and it’d be nice if you could move your fat ass already.”

Sukuna smirked, “Of course. But,” a large hand moved up from his pocket.

You flinched when he snatched the base of your neck. His thumb rested on the dip of your collarbone while the rest of his hand sat comfortably behind your neck. Slowly he traced the pad of his thumb across and up the crevasse of your neck before he landed on a spot.

Caressing small circles in your skin with his thumb, Sukuna’s stare bore into your neck, “You sure you don’t wanna cover this up first?”

Your brows tightly knitted together as you slapped Sukuna’s hand away in disgust. His smug smirk instantly reminded you of the brief conversation you held with him last night.

His rough voice asking you to stay.

Skillful wandering hands.

A sharp yet sensual bite to your sensitive neck.

You shot a hand up to your neck to cover the rediscovered bruise. Sukuna’s eyes shone bright at your flustered expression.

“Of course,” He picked up a strand of your hair and twirled it, “I wouldn't mind if you're trying to show it off.”

Snarling, you gripped your neck harder, “Get your hands off me.”

You grunted when he suddenly tugged on your hair, “You weren’t complaining last night, rat.”

In an instant you swiped at him, just barely grazing his skin, “I’ll flay you alive, bastard.”

A dangerous smirk showed off his sharp canines, “I’d like to see you try.”

You let out a frustrated groan as you flung your hands up in defeat, “I don’t have time for this you pink haired bastard!”

You recklessly shoved past him while grumbling curses at him underneath your breath. Wicked laughter only mocked your late departure as you scrambled into your apartment.

Fucking bastard.

Taking a deep breath you quickly ran into your room and grabbed the first pants and shirt you saw. The colorful loose fitting sweats barely matched your poorly picked out shirt.

Running around your apartment like a mad woman you brushed your socks, ate your teeth, and combed a granola bar.

Wait-

You brushed your teeth, combed your hair, threw day old socks on, then grabbed a granola bar as a quick breakfast.

Throwing on sneakers, you raced out of your apartment. As soon as your foot entered the hallway you internally groaned at the sudden need to glance over at a certain door.

The expectation of Sukuna still standing at his door waiting for you wrapped around you like a blanket, suffocating you. Against your better judgment you took a hesitant peek over at Sukuna’s apartment.

His door stood tauntingly still. The only indication of anyone else living on your apartment’s floor was the muffled noise of pots and pans clattering. Yuuji was probably making breakfast for the two of them.

You pressed your lips together. Why did you even think Sukuna would wait for you? It’s not like he had an obligation to speak with you. Yet, you couldn’t help the small prick in your heart at Sukuna’s disappearance.

Shaking away your thoughts you made haste to the elevator which took you down to your building's parking garage. The air was chilly as you stepped out into the concrete fortress.

It was to be expected. The winter months were beginning to wrap up as the year moved along.

Hell, even March was closing in.

The thought made you frown. Just a couple more weeks and you’d be visiting your parents for your scheduled family vacation. It was tradition to take a ‘family spring break’.

Jumping in your car, you sighed at the thought. You hadn’t seen them in person since you first moved into your apartment almost a year ago… when your lessons first started.

You clenched your steering wheel hard. How disappointed would they be if they found out you still hadn’t even made it a month yet?

Checking your car's clock you cursed, 12:05pm. Your lesson started at 12pm. Anxiously, you pressed your foot down on the gas harder.

This was the third time this week you were going to be late to one of your scheduled meetings, and you knew they were catching on. You shuddered at what a certain blond would say to you.

Arriving at a quaint building you took in its familiar brick exterior. The place looked more like a college dorm facility than a professional rehabilitation center. Though, the building was next to the border of the local campus which explained its college look.

You pressed your lips together tightly, your expression contorting to match your inner anxiety. The thought of being so close to the main campus made you queasy. Finding the courage to get out, you slammed your car door shut and trotted inside the building.

Signing in at the reception desk, you gave the old receptionist a forced smile. The elder lady beamed at you with a genuine grin in return, “Late again I see miss (l/n)!”

You let out a hoarse laugh, “Yep…”

Uncomfortably ending the conversation you eventually made your way over to the intimidating wooden doors that led to the group discussion room.

Reluctantly, you ripped one of the familiar doors open. Upon entering you were met with spinning heads and speculating stares.

Silence filled the room as you stood awkwardly by the door, unmoving. You chewed on the skin of your mouth when a voice finally acknowledged you.

“Miss (l/n). I’m glad you could make it.”

You flinched at his stoic voice, “My bad, Sir. I had a late night.”

The blond man crossed his legs and pushed his glasses up with his pointer and thumb, “Just like the past few nights?”

You cleared your throat. The feeling of eyes on all sides of you bore into your soul.

“Why don’t you have a seat, Miss (l/n)?”

“Y-Yes.”

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You internally cheered when the meeting had finally adjourned. Stretching your stiff limbs you were quick to grab your stuff and get the hell out of there.

“(y/n).”

You turned around and forced a smile, “Nanami.”

The older man sighed, “Come into my office.”

You clenched your teeth, “Of course.”

Following behind the taller blond you frowned. You knew exactly where this conversation was going.

Nanami opened the door to his office and held it for you. You shot him a mumbled thanks before you slumped into one of the leather chairs that sat across from his desk.

Keeping your eyes straight ahead, you didn’t bother to look at your surroundings. You had been in this room enough times to know every detail in it.

From the stupid stress balls with smiley faces on his desk to the ever growing collection of diplomas on his walls. You couldn’t forget about the eye rolling ‘hang in there’ poster with a doe eyed little puppy.

However, Nanami wasn’t a full time anger management coach as hard as that was to believe. His full time job was working at the university as a psychology and criminal justice professor. His side gig was dealing with unorthodox people… like you.

Nanami slowly crossed the room and sat down in his brown leather chair. He clasped his hands in front of him and waited for you to speak.

It was always like this. He knew that you understood what you did wrong. So, instead of pointless questions he allowed your guilt to spill the beans for you.

You sighed heavily, not wanting to argue with him today, “Alright I get it. I was late three times this week.”

You waved your hands around dramatically, “But it’s not like that even means anything. I’ve just been busy.”

You could feel the anger in the pit of your stomach heat up, “What right do you have to judge me?! It’s not like you're labeled some freak who needs help!”

A loud silence flooded the room.

Nanami sighed, “As I suspected.”

Your eyes widened at your mistake, “N-No I didn’t mean that! It’s just that I've been stressed. I swear to you I’m doing a lot better!”

His gaze held your own, “Do you understand the amount of money your parents have put forth into this program?”

You flinched, “Of course I understand-”

“Then why do you not act like it?”

You bit your lip at his question, “I do, I’ve been doing better-”

Nanami held up a hand to silence you, “You had been getting better (y/n). You were on the right track.”

Every syllable he pronounced made you inch back in shame.

“For the past month I have observed a sudden change in your behavior. You’ve been less receptive to the lessons and even disregard coming on time.”

You clutched your hands together in your lap, “I know.”

“So what is it?”

You looked at him confused, “What?”

Nanami frowned, “What changed in your life that made you angry again?”

Flashes of Sukuna hit you like a brick. That fucking bastard did this to you. He was the reason you were getting yelled at. That piece of-

“You're blaming someone else aren't you?”

You jumped at his statement, “He’s a part of the cause! Of course he’s to blame!”

“Accountability, (y/n). We discussed this earlier this week if you would’ve paid attention.”

You clenched your teeth together harder, your knuckles turning white as you clutched the chair's arm rests, “It’s just…been hard.”

“What has been?”

“Living next to some scum bastard I can’t stand to look at! Everyday I’ve had an encounter with him! I can’t have a moment's rest for god's sake!”

Nanami threw you a look before grabbing a happy blue stress ball. He handed the worn ball to you expressionless. You angrily took the dumb ball and squeezed the life out of it.

Counting down, you took a breath, “I understand that I have definitely started some of the fights. But you wouldn’t understand how infuriating he is. It’s like he does it on purpose!”

Nanami nodded, “It hasn’t gotten physical yet I assume?”

You felt your stomach drop. Vivid flashbacks of Sukuna’s head bouncing off the door entered your mind. The sick satisfaction you got from the thunk of his skull hitting the hard wood. Suddenly, the sound of loud sirens entered your ears as you tried to push away more memories.

“No.”

Nanami hummed, “Good, then you're still on the right track. As much as I’d hate to remind you, we wouldn’t want another incident to extend your stay here. You're lucky that girl dropped the charges.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, flashes of red and blue starting to form, “I know.”

“(y/n).”

You forced yourself to look at him.

“Although you have been slipping lately, that is nothing to be afraid of. Relapsing is easy, that is why you are here.”

You clenched the ball harder.

“Do you remember the first day you came here?”

Did you remember? Of course you did. You practically assaulted him in his own office.

You laughed, “I think seeing you here was more of a shocker than having to come.”

A faint smile made its way onto his face, “(y/n) I want you to come back.”

You raised a brow, “I’m already here?”

Nanami shook his head, “No, come back to college.”

You froze, “W-What?”

“I want you to return back to college and finish out your degree. You were only months away from graduating when you dropped out.”

The stress ball in your hand morphed around your fist, “I’m not allowed on campus anymore.”

You shot daggers into his glasses, “You know that.”

“Online.”

Nanami straightened his back, “Finish your courses online and continue your dream.”

You casted your gaze to the floor, “Why should I?”

“Why wouldn’t you?”

You clenched your teeth, “Why do you even care?”

“You were my best student.”

The ball in your hand blurred as tears dotted your eyes, “…I don’t know if I can.”

Your throat felt constricted, “I-I want to but-” Your breath came out ragged, “What if-”

“Prove to me you want this.”

You lifted tear filled eyes to an outstretched hand. Nanami held a single coin. A 30 day chip.

“Prove to me you’d do anything to go back to school. Even earning this. If you can manage at least one month I will talk personally with President Masamichi to allow you to finish out all your classes and graduate. No questions asked.”

You stared at him with wide eyes. The coin beckoned you to take it. To get away from your dead end job and become something.

“It’s your choice (y/n).”

You took a deep breath and snatched the coin from his hand, “I want to go back. No matter what it takes.”

Nanami nodded, “I look forward to see you back in my class.”

You laughed lightly, “I’m sure you’ll regret that like the first time.”

The blond merely shook his head, “Not once did I.”

A warm feeling filled your chest. The coin heated your palm as your tears slowly dried. Could you really save your ruined life?

“Ah, one more thing,” you watched as he pulled out a thick Manila folder.

“You’ve missed so much during these past few days that you’ll need to extend your stay today. Though unfortunately this means I will have to work overtime.”

Your jaw dropped as he began reading off papers. His lecture not stopping for any of your small pleas.

This guy-

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You walked into your apartment exhausted. Mindlessly throwing yourself onto your couch you yelled into a pillow, allowing the stress of the day to leak out of you.

You had to stay two extra hours in Nanami’s office listening to every part of the lectures you missed. The man didn’t even let you go to the bathroom.

It didn’t help that after you finally escaped from your lessons you had to stop by the grocery store once you remembered you had no food in the house.

Your luck only ran out more when you got stuck in rush hour traffic. You sat in bumper to bumper traffic for three hours trying to make it through the city only to find out the store was closed for technical maintenance.

What the hell did that even mean? It was like the universe was trying to get you to fail already.

Pouting, you rested your chin on your pillow and scrolled through your phone. A quick answer back to all your messages left you bored after a few minutes. Glancing at your phone’s clock, your eye twitched, 6:45pm

You sighed heavily and flipped onto your side. It was well past dinner time and you didn’t even get to eat yet. A loud stomach growl signified the need for you to finally get up.

Scraping yourself off your couch you made your way over to your open kitchen. You were certain you at least had one cup of Kraft Mac And Cheese left.

Flipping on the lightswitch, the sound of a flickering light caught your attention. Abruptly, the lights in your kitchen went out along with every other source of electricity following in suit.

You clenched your teeth together and opened your fridge. A pit in your stomach formed at the sight of a scarce fridge engulfed in darkness. The damn thing had turned off as well. Trying your stove you cursed when it also made no indication of being on.

You came to the sudden conclusion that everything in your apartment had been turned off. Fuck.

You weighed your options. Stay home and starve for the night with the hopes of your electricity coming on by morning. Or, drag your sorry ass over to Sukuna's and see if his electricity was up and running.

If his wasn’t you could report the issue much faster if it was a building issue rather than just your own apartment. But did you really want to talk with Sukuna? Especially after the day you just had?

Groaning you rubbed your brows. Screw it. Might as well make it a test of faith for the next month to come.

Swiftly exiting your apartment you took notice of the lit up hallway. At least now you knew the entire building’s power wasn’t out.

Knocking on Sukuna’s door you waited for familiar footsteps. No answer.

You knocked louder. Nothing.

The quiet buzz of the hallway's lights mocked your pathetic attempts.

Growing agitated you went to bang on the door with your fists before you caught yourself. Calm down. Breath.

After a quick count down from 10, you gently knocked again. Faint rummaging flowed from the door's crack but there was still no answer.

You clenched your hand in a fist. Why did you even care at this point? You knew the building's power was still on.

You should just go to the reception desk and report-

Sukuna’s door leisurely opened to reveal a figure you knew all too well. You swallowed hard at his lack of attire.

Sukuna’s tattooed chest was on display as gray sweatpants hung dangerously low on his hips. Your eyes trailed his pronounced v-line before you snapped them back up to his eyes. Shit.

“What?”

Sukuna crossed his arms and leaned against his door frame. You watched as his arms flexed naturally showing off the thick lines that decorated his skin.

You chewed your lip, “Is your power on?”

“Obviously.”

Your jaw twitched, “Mines off. Can I borrow your kitchen?”

What the hell were you saying?? You didn’t even want to talk to him now you wanted to use his kitchen??

Sukuna snorted, “Why should I?”

You glared at him, “Listen, asshole. All my shit went out, you can at least spare me your damn microwave.”

Sukuna rolled his eyes before his pushed off his door frame. You grunted when he carelessly shoved past you and walked over to your door.

“What are you doing?”

Your brain spun as Sukuna abruptly walked into your apartment like he owned the place.

“Fixing your problem so you don’t bother me.”

You had little time to rebuttal his insult as you internally worried about the disarray of your apartment. The place looked like a hurricane went through there.

“W-Wait a minute!”

You ran after his form pathetically holding your hand out to stop him. Embarrassment filled your face as you watched him look around your apartment in disgust.

“You live like this?”

You growled, “I haven’t had time to clean, dick!”

Sukuna scoffed, “Sure. Where’s your Breaker Box?”

Composing yourself, you led him to a small room near the front of your apartment. The ‘room’ was barely the size of a closet, Sukuna’s form just managed to fit.

The box sat attached to the back wall along with long forgotten brooms and other random items you shoved in there. Immediately, you heard Sukuna tsk before he retreated out of the small space.

“It looks like everything is on. You must’ve blown a fuse.”

Sukuna scratched his neck, “Have the desk worker call you an electrician in the morning, for now you can stay at mine.”

You nodded, “Okay. Wait what-”

Sukuna didn’t bother waiting for your answer before he started walking back to his own apartment.

You stood in place, jaw to the floor. Did he just ask you to stay the night?

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｡･:*˚:✧ANGER MANAGEMENT {Possessive!SukunaxFem!Reader}

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✧Chapter summary: Quality sibling time is enhanced with spaghetti propaganda.

✧Warnings: 18+, Slight NSFW, vulgar language, younger sibling behavior✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 4.5k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapter II : INFURIATED

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Hiding from your problems was one thing, but hiding from someone who lived directly next door was another. After your little ‘session’, guilt struck you like a truck. There was no way you could look Sukuna in the eyes in your current state.

So, here you were today sitting at home like always but with one thing different. Obnoxiously loud rock music barreled through your apartment like a hurricane. Your walls shook vigorously with every base drop.

Now normally you’d give your sweetheart neighbor a pleasant surprise visit, but not today. You had gone two days in a row without seeing his face, and you definitely needed another week to even hear his voice.

Cringing, you thought back to how you've been practically sneaking out of your own apartment when leaving for work. It was routine at this point, poke your head out, look both directions, and make a b-line for the elevator. You were surprised with how well it was actually working out.

Sighing in defeat you swaddled yourself with a blanket on your couch in some hope of drowning out the music. You groaned when you noticed the music somehow getting louder.

That’s it. Whipping up to your feet, you haphazardly threw your blanket to the ground and stormed over to your door. Practically tearing the door off its hinges, you entered the hall virtually frothing at the mouth.

Your anger carried you over to Sukuna’s door with a quickly extinguishing confidence. You stood before the white door and bit your lip. You’d be able to look at him, right? You didn’t even really do anything bad, right?

Letting out a deep sigh you facepalmed. You were by no means a coward, but right now you felt like one. Raising your fist to knock, you held it still in another moment of hesitation. Should you just suck it up and go home?

However, fate had chosen for you as the door suddenly swung open up to a taken aback Sukuna. His eyebrows rose at your smaller figure, hand still lingering in the air.

You were quick to put your hand down, “Could you turn down the music?”

Sukuna leered at you, “No yelling this time?”

Flashes from two days ago entered your brain. Sukuna’s rough voice, deep and dangerously addictive.

Shamefully, you bore your eyes into the floor and mumbled, “Just turn the damn music down.”

You heard Sukuna shift above you, a thoughtful hum passing through his lips, “I can’t hear you.”

You shoved your heels into the ground, “Turn down the music, please.”

Sukuna whistled, “And a 'please' too? What’s gotten into you, piggy?”

You felt like you could tear your hair out. Looking back up at him through your lashes you scowled at him. His red eyes scanned your face with such amusement you wanted to punch him again.

“Turn down the fucking music, scum.”

Sukuna smiled wildly. You noted how his pearly white teeth held a slight sharpness to them. Like a predator.

“No.”

You snarled at his pleased expression. What the hell did you even expect? In the spur of the moment an idea shot through your head as you glanced behind him. His dreaded speaker sat passively on his kitchen counter, music still flowing out of it in waves.

“Move.”

Sukuna raised his brow before you shoved his body aside and stormed in. You’d never been in his place before, only catching glimpses whenever you fought.

The room smelled faintly of a sharp woodsy scent, something you recognized but weren’t sure from where. Scanning the entrance you noticed his place was the same layout as your own apartment only flipped.

It was surprisingly neat too. The entire place was organized without a single dish in the sink. You cringed when you thought back to the state of your own apartment. He put you to shame.

A large hand hastily grabbed the back of your collar and pulled, choking you in the process, “Where the hell do you think you're going?”

You grabbed Sukuna’s hand and tried to pry it off, “If your so incapable of turning down your own music your poor considerate neighbor will help.”

Sukuna pulled your form closer to his chest, “I don’t think so, rat.”

You struggled against his grasp causing his other arm to wrap tightly around your waist. You cursed under breath at the secure hold.

Sukuna leaned down into your ear and chuckled, “Listen if you wanted in so bad you could’ve just asked.”

You swallowed hard at your predicament. Pressed up against him, you could feel the outline of his toned chest engulfing your back. His arms felt impossibly muscular, trapping you tightly with them.

Slowly, the hand that fit snugly against your waist made its way higher, directly pushing underneath your breasts.

Your heart was beating so fast you could hear the thumping in your ears, “Get off.”

Sukuna’s other hand moved from the collar of your shirt to roughly grab your chin. Harshly pulling your face up, he grinned at your panicked expression, “What if I don’t want to?”

Your face burned at his proximity. Too close. Trying to pull your face away, you winced when Sukuna’s calloused hands squeezed your face harder. The crescent of his nails dug into your skin creating small droplets of blood.

Trying to ignore the ache in your cheeks, you glared into his sharpened eyes. You could swear their eerie red shone brighter. Swallowing, you watched him glance from your eyes to your lips then back to your eyes again.

You internally scolded yourself as you found your eyes doing the same. However, you lingered on his lips for far longer. They looked soft. The curve of his cupid's bow looked as if they might even fit perfectly with yours.

Mindlessly, you felt yourself lean forward into him, eyes still locked on his lips. How would he taste? Minty? Or perhaps sweeter?

You bit your lip and forced yourself to draw back, this was not the time to be seduced by your neighbor. A dark chuckle made you return your eyes back up to deep red ones.

“Scared of a little kiss?” Sukuna pulled you forwards, lips just grazing your own, “Or just scared you’ll like it.”

Your body shivered as you closed your eyes, “Fuck off.”

SLAM

“BROTHERRRRRR!!”

You flinched so hard at the new voice you thought your soul left your body. Tearing your face away from Sukuna’s grip, you tried to shove him off you. Sukuna’s grip reluctantly gave way as he turned his attention to the new intruder.

“Yuuji,” you swallowed hard at the venom that laced Sukuna’s voice, “Why are you here so early?”

Yuuji merely scratched the back of his neck laughing off his brother’s bitterness, “I figured since I was late last time I’d come a bit early today!”

Sukuna rubbed his face with a deep sigh, “Of course you did.”

You sucked in your cheeks at an oblivious Yuuji. You had to thank the kid though. He just saved your sorry ass from becoming a certain playboy’s next victim of the night.

Pouting at his brother, Yuuji’s eyes eventually found you, “Hey (y/n)! How’s it going?”

You shrugged, “Better now.”

Glancing over, you side eyed an irritated Sukuna. He glared down at you with disdain as you threw him a fake sympathetic look.

“Are you here for dinner too?” Yuuji smiled brightly as he pulled two full grocery bags from behind his back.

“No-” “Yep!”

You quickly cut off Sukuna with a malicious grin. Hey, if you had to suffer through his music he could afford you a meal.

A large hand started shoving your back towards the door, “No. She was just leaving.”

You dug your feet into the ground, pushing against him, “Hey!”

“What!? No way! You have to stay!” Yuuji jumped in front of your path waving his arms frantically, “We have more than enough to spare anyway!”

Sukuna’s hands moved to grip your shoulders tightly, “I’m feeling pretty hungry.”

“Pleaseeeeeee,” Yuuji held his hands out in prayer.

You flinched as Sukuna’s grip strengthened, “Fine. She can stay for just dinner.”

Yuuji shot his hands up in the air in victory, “Yes! Let’s get cooking!”

You smiled at his cheery form. He was just as bright as the first time you ran into him.

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A soft knock rang out through your apartment as you sat on your couch painting your nails. Sighing heavily you set your polish down and shook your hand to dry it. Blowing on your freshly drying nails you opened the door to see…a familiar figure???

Your eyes widened at the sight of a tinier Sukuna. Though, this one had light brown eyes that looked as if they were melted gold. His hair was messier too, with black roots below his matching pink hair which contrasted with Sukuna’s pure pink look.

In some sick coincidence his face sported two tiny birthmarks under his eyes that matched the two tattoos under Sukuna’s eyes. There was no doubt he was another spawn from wherever the hell Sukuna crawled out of.

You stared at his form in a stupor, “Uh, hello?”

The boy’s eyes widened in confusion as he frantically looked at you then down to a scrap of paper in his hand, “Uhhhh, sorry I think I have the wrong apartment!”

You laughed at his troubled expression, “I take it you're related to another certain pink haired gentleman?”

You gagged in your mind. Gentleman your ass.

The boy ruffled his hair and laughed tiredly, “Right on the mark.”

You pointed to the door next to yours, “One over.”

He followed your finger and smiled brightly, “Ah, thank you so much…”

You lifted your hand, “(y/n) (l/n).”

“Itadori Yuuji! I’m here visiting my brother,” He firmly grasped your hand and shook it.

You felt taken aback by the strange interaction. It felt like you were in some alternate dimension with a normal well behaved Sukuna.

“Well Yuuji, I must say you are far more pleasant than that brother of yours, that’s for sure.”

Yuuji laughed, “I get that a lot.”

You matched his smile with your own, “It was nice meeting you, Yuuji. I hope to see you around some time, it’s nice to have a civil conversation for once.”

Why couldn’t this one have moved in next door?

“Same here, see you around (y/n)!” Yuuji threw you a salute before spinning on his heel.

You watched as he trudged over to the correct apartment and knocked. Poor kid, having to deal with that asshole for a brother. Not bothering to have another altercation with Sukuna, you quickly retreated into your apartment and returned to your nails. Grumbling when you noticed you managed to smear one.

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You smiled fondly at the memory as you watched Yuuji cook from the kitchen’s island counter. To your astonishment you managed to run into him far more than you thought you would after your first encounter. He surprisingly visited Sukuna several times a week.

Soon enough, you managed to find out he went to the local university as a student. He lived in the freshman dorms but stayed with Sukuna whenever he wanted some alone time. You grimised at the thought of Sukuna being a safe haven. As if.

Speaking of the devil, Sukuna stood next to Yuuji cutting up tomatoes for the spaghetti sauce. As much as you liked watching him slave away for you, you figured you might as well help out as a courtesy for Yuuji.

You called out from the counter, “Are you sure you don’t need any help?”

Yuuji hummed, “You're our guest, no need to worry!”

Sukuna scoffed next to him, “It’s better if she doesn’t get her hands on the food anyway. Who knows what she’d put in it.”

You frowned, “I’ll have you know I’m a fantastic cook!”

Sukuna turned to you with a sly grin, “Is that why I constantly hear your fire alarm going off?”

Clenching your fist on the table you snarled, “Some foods are better burnt!”

His eyebrows turned inward, “Like what?”

You chewed on your lip looking for an answer before you abruptly stood up and walked over to him. Snagging up a knife, you held your hand out for a tomato.

“I’ll show you how good I am.”

Sukuna held your gaze tauntingly before he dropped a small tomato in your hand, “Then show me.”

You huffed and set the tomato down on the cutting board. Slicing, you went slow trying to make all the cuts even. You scowled as your plan failed, only making your cuts even more uneven.

Turning to Sukuna, you looked to see how he was faring. There was no way he was doing that much better than you.

Your eye twitched in disbelief as you watched him cut through tomatoes at the speed of light, each slice perfect.

Sukuna side eyed you, “Need some help?”

You growled and slammed your knife into the tomato harder, “No.”

You halted your movements when you heard an annoyed sigh and the drop of a knife. Casually, Sukuna placed himself behind you and wrapped his arms around either side of you. His left hand immediately grabbed your own and helped you hold the tomato steady while his right assisted your cutting.

“No need to take it so slow,” Sukuna lifted your hand and brought it down firmly, “A good rhythm is all you need.”

You grumbled and followed his movements, the feeling of his body becoming a lot more apparent.

Sukuna leaned into your ear, “Just like that.”

You flushed as he sped up his pace, slicing the tomato faster. Your senses felt on overdrive as you drowned in his cologne, something you ignored earlier in favor of staring at his lips. You held the knife harder trying to ignore the growing heat in your stomach.

“You're doing so good for me.”

The knife sliced through the final chunk with blaringly loud ringing. You felt like you were on fire.

“Good girl.”

Keeping your gaze on the chopped tomato, you prayed Yuuji was too preoccupied to look to his left. But just as quickly as your tomato was cut, Sukuna’s warmth was gone.

Wordlessly, you glanced to your left at a humming Yuuji. You flinched in surprise when you noticed him glance over as well. He threw you a cheeky grin and raised his eyebrows, eyes darting between you and Sukuna.

Your jaw twitched as you playfully punched him, “Quite, brat. I just needed help with cutting.”

Yuuji smiled smugly, “Sureeeee~”

Another punch to his arm sent him into a laughing fit. Little brat. You were starting to see the Sukuna in him right now.

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Laying on your stomach on the living room floor, your mouth was watering at the smell exiting the kitchen. You sighed pitifully as your stomach groaned. How much longer?

The blessing ding of a timer made your head snap up in the direction of the oven. An equally carnivorous Yuuji rocketed through the kitchen and grabbed a testing spoon. You watched fervently as he tasted the sauce.

With a hungry grin Yuuji turned to you, “It is complete.”

You jumped to your feet and made a mad dash to the kitchen, “Finally!”

Like starved animals you both hastily grabbed plates and began dumping pounds of freshly made spaghetti on them. Yuuji snagged a pitcher of water before he claimed a seat at the table as you followed in suit.

Excitedly, Yuuji lifted his filled fork up to his mouth only for a hand to grab his head. Sukuna frowned at him, “You didn’t save any for me, brat.”

Hearing his words you looked at Yuuji and then the empty pot. Sheepishly scratching the back of your head, you grabbed a spare plate and began dumping your extra servings onto it. Hesitantly, Yuuji coughed up some of his own before placing the plate down in front of Sukuna’s seat.

Sukuna merely sighed at your childishness and pulled out his chair to sit down in front of you. You were thankful you weren’t sitting next to him but you weren’t sure if sitting across from him was any better.

Twirling your fork in your noodles, you watched the brothers playfully interact. Yuuji shook his fork in defense at Sukuna who was attempting to steal more food. The two argued like a married couple.

You smiled softly at the sight before a soft pang hit your heart. You thought back to your own family. The home cooked meals, careless banter, attentive family members. But that was long gone. You had run from them like you always ran from everything.

Your mistakes had done enough damage for a lifetime, you couldn’t afford to be in the presence of their sympathetic eyes.

“(y/n)?”

You glanced over to a concerned Yuuji. Well, concerned from what you could tell. Sukuna’s hand took over most of his face as he was shoved away.

You let out a puff of air at the sight, “Hm?”

“PROTECT MY LAST MEATBALL!”

Your eyes widened as Yuuji flung a stray meatball from his fork at you.

“WHAT THE HELL?!”

You scrambled to catch the loose meat before it hit the floor, recoiling at the wet feeling of the sauce. The sudden screech of a chair indicated a pissed Sukuna bolting from his seat.

“Put that down!”

You panicked as Sukuna stormed over to you. A quick flash of Yuuji throwing his hands over his head asking you to pass made you sigh.

Sukuna picked up his pace, “DON’T YOU DARE!”

In defiance, you chucked the meatball at Yuuji as Sukuna reached you. The sphere flew through the air before Yuuji caught it in his hand. Sukuna snarled as he lunged at Yuuji.

Laughing hysterically, Yuuji threw the meatball back at you as Sukuna wrestled him to the ground. Catching the meatball, you gaped at the pair of brothers fighting.

Yuuji flung his body around wildly trying to escape Sukuna’s relentless hold. A swift kick to Sukuna’s face made you snort.

Yuuji screamed when Sukuna regained the upper hand causing you to grab the counter trying to catch your breath. You shook uncontrollably as your laughter slowly became unstoppable.

“KAHH, (Y/N) HELP ME!!!!”

Yuuji struggled on the ground as Sukuna pinned his arms behind his back. You sucked air through your teeth at the sight, “You're on your own for this one, pal.”

Yuuji cried out as Sukuna slammed his body down one last time before he lashed at you, “Throw that shit away right now.”

You smirked at his aggravated expression before dropping the meatball to the ground, “Opps.”

The precious meatball landed on the tiled kitchen floor with a sickening plop. All at once Yuuji cried out in loss as Sukuna yelled in frustration. Letting go of his brother, Sukuna sprinted at your form.

You laughed harder and ran behind the island counter. Sukuna slammed his hands on the marbled surface as he glared at you from across, “Clean that shit up, right now.”

You flipped him off, “Kiss my ass.”

You yelped in surprise when Sukuna abruptly hurled himself over the counter and grabbed you. Pulling you over the island, he picked you up by your hips and threw you unceremoniously over his shoulder.

You lifted yourself up on his shoulders and pounded on his back, “Put me down, asshole!”

Sukuna rolled his eyes, “Fine.”

You cried out when he ruthlessly threw you down on the couch. Your body bounced up and down from the force as you scowled up at an annoyed Sukuna. Beside you, Yuuji lay drained on the floor as he cracked up laughing at Sukuna's pissed face.

Crossing his arms, Sukuna frowned at you both, “You’ll both be cleaning my kitchen if you ever plan to leave this place alive.”

You glanced at Yuuji who gave you a look before he mocked Sukuna, “Who died and made you king?”

The stomach-turning cracking of Sukuna’s knuckles shut Yuuji up immediately, “I mean, yes sir!”

You smiled, “I suppose I could help as well.”

Getting up from your spot, you and Yuuji quickly got to work cleaning the mess. Yuuji washed the dirty dishes while you sat on the floor scrubbing the sauce the meatball left off.

Wiping up the soapy water from the floor, your brows creased as legs came into your view. Glancing up you frowned at a smirking Sukuna.

“That’s a good look for you.”

You sat up from your crouched position and rubbed your back, “What do you mean?”

“On your knees in front of me.”

You choked on your spit, “What-”

Smooth laughter mocked you as you quickly stood to your feet. You crossed you arms and glared at him, “Your fucking disgusting.”

Sukuna leaned his back against the counter, “Damn, and I was getting used to the view.”

You threw your dirtried rag at his face. A swift hand easily caught it and threw it back. Agitated, you tossed it on the counter, “You're insufferable.”

Sukuna laughed, “You're an easy target.”

Before you could wring his throat, a cheery Yuuji let out a loud exaggerated sigh, “I can’t believe the night is almost over.”

Thank god. You were starting to realize how much you hated Sukuna again.

“Wait!” You flinched at Yuuji’s mood switch, “Let’s watch a movie!”

“Absolutely not.”

Yuuji pouted at his brother's words, “Come on! I never get to hang with (y/n)! I bet you get to all the time!”

You internally cringed. Like you’d ever willingly hang out with Sukuna alone.

Yuuji huffed as he realized his begging was getting nowhere with Sukuna. Finding another solution Yuuji turned his attention to you.

Throwing you puppy eyes Yuuji stuck out his lower lip, “Pleaseee!”

“No-” “Alright.”

Cutting off Sukuna, you resigned yourself to Yuuji’s pouting. What can you say, you were a sucker for the golden retriever ones. At least your presence would annoy Sukuna.

Yuuji smiled, “Alright!”

You sighed, “What movie?”

Yuuji scratched his chin, “Anything with Jennifer Lawrence.”

You deadpanned at his response. Of course.

Once you finished cleaning you were quickly moved by Yuuji into the open living room. Claiming a seat on the end of Sukuna’s couch, you curled up in a ball and watched Yuuji scroll through Netflix.

He currently sat on the floor with his back propped up against the edge of the couch. A pillow tucked comfortably behind his back. Sukuna, on the other hand, sat on the opposite end of the couch, his legs taking up the rest of the L shape.

“Just pick a damn movie already.”

Yuuji huffed, “Then you pick!”

Sukuna rested his head on his fist, “No.”

Yuuji exclaimed a loud sigh before settling on a random movie, “If this sucks, that's on you.”

Sukuna moved his foot to kick Yuuji in the back of the head, making him yelp and rub his scalp. You shook your head at their antics and tried to focus on the start of the movie.

You blinked when a certain female character came on screen. Jennifer Lawrence. You looked at Yuuji who was staring at the screen intensely. Shoving your fist into your mouth, you tried to contain your laughter. At least he’ll be happy even if the movie blows.

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Sweltering.

You were so hot you felt like you were dying.

Attempting to turn to your side you froze when you realized you couldn’t. Peaking your eyes open, your mouth dropped when you came face to chest with a larger body.

It didn’t take you long to realize you were cuddled up with Sukuna on the longer portion of the couch.

His right arm curled suggestively around your waist and rested on your hip bone. While your own arm clung possessively over his chest.

You gawked at the situation. Internally freaking out, you tried to free yourself as quickly and as quietly as possible. You must’ve fallen asleep during the movie, but how you got in this position was beyond you.

Gently slipping out of Sukuna’s loose grip, you carefully sat up. You blinked again in confusion when a newly appeared blanket slipped off you and cascaded down onto Sukuna’s chest. That wasn’t there either last night.

You rubbed the bridge of your nose and checked the time on your phone, 3:04am. Shit it was late. You’ve definitely overstayed your welcome.

Moving to stand up, you jolted when a large hand captured your wrist and pulled you back. Its frigid temperature cooled the aching heat of your skin.

Quickly, you snapped your head over to what you thought was a sleeping Sukuna in shock. His head laid lazily on top of his folded arm as his tired eyes took in your shape.

“Where are you going?”

You shivered at the raspiness that took hold of his voice, “Home.”

A shift from below you made you tear your gaze away from him. Looking at the floor, you eyed a sprawled out Yuuji who was snoring loudly in the center of the living room.

“Why?” Sukuna’s thumb slowly traced circles in your wrist, almost enticing you to stay.

You went to answer before strong arms captured your waist, “Just stay. It’s already late.”

You clutched the previously discarded blanket as Sukuna’s hands rubbed up and down your sides, feeling every curve you had to offer.

Slowly, a hand crept underneath your shirt caressing your bare skin. Its icy touch shot sparks through your entire body.

“I can’t.”

You shuddered when your shirt lifted slightly as soft lips kissed your lower back. Their fullness sensually traced the dip of your spine before lifting away.

“Stay,” A rough thumb swiped tantalizingly slow underneath your waistband, ghosting over your v-line.

All you could manage was a silent nod as Sukuna’s arms pulled you back into him. His straying hands returned back to your stomach and clutched your body close. You closed your eyes and allowed him to bury himself in the crook of your neck.

His faint breath tickled your neck slightly before his lips started to trail the curve of your shoulder. You gasped lightly when he stopped near the crevasse of your neck and bit hard. He sucked and nipped at the spot making you tremble before he licked it clean.

Pushing his face further into your newly formed bruise you heard his breathing even out, signaling him falling asleep. Once soft snores entered your ear you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

Allowing yourself to melt in his grasp you sighed, were you still dreaming? When you wake up will that mark still be there or was this just another one of your perverse hallucinations?

You squeezed your eyes shut. A small part of you prayed it wasn’t the last. That it was real. But you’d never admit that.

Tonight you’d allow yourself to be wrapped up in intoxicating arms. The hatred that filled them turned still until the morning. Once you woke up you’d go back to how things were. The buffer of Yuuji no longer containing the festering anger that crawled beneath your skin.

You’d go back to despising Sukuna.

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✧Warnings: 18+, NSFW, violence, vulgar language, terrible humor✧

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｡･:*˚:✧⤷Pairing: Ryoumen Sukuna x afab!reader

｡･:*˚:✧⤷Chapters: (i) (ii) (iii) (iv) (v) (vi) (vii)

｡･:*˚:✧⤷w/c: 3.2k

｡･:*˚:✧⤷tropes: NeighborsAU!, AncestorsAU!

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“You're an insufferable bastard and I hope you move.”

“Eat shit and die.”

“Fuck you.”

The pinkette moved to slam his front door shut before you caught the painted wood with your hand. Its pristine white coating had already started to chip away on the side where, like many other nights, you’ve managed to catch the door and pry it open.

You snarled at his annoyed expression, “I’m not finished yet, Pinkiepie lookin’ freak.”

The vein in his jaw pulsated as he looked down on your smaller figure in disgust, “Piss off, rat. I didn’t steal your fucking package.”

Your grip on his door tightened. The familiar feeling of hot burning rage once again coursed through your bones, “IT’S ONLY ME AND YOU ON THIS FLOOR, DUMBASS!”

He let out his own frustrated growl as he swung his door back open, almost knocking you off balance, “I DIDN'T STEAL SHIT FROM YOU, WOMAN!”

The world felt like it slowed down for a moment. The feeling of your bottled rage finally reaching its limit. From the tips of your toes to the top of your forehead, you could feel the urge to punch, kick, and scream. A calling to let loose all your feelings you held inside.

Now normally this is where you’d remember your anger management lessons. Countdown from ten to zero, take deep breaths, and blah blah blah.

But no. Ever since your fuckhead neighbor moved in next door your rage has been through the roof. From his overly obnoxious music taste, to his various romantic partners, you couldn’t catch a break. So, what if you let loose a bit?

Your fist swung before you could even think about the consequences of your actions. Sure, you’ve gotten into plenty of arguments with your new neighbor. But never once have you raised a hand.

The satisfying thump of a head recoiling against an open door made your heart race. The feeling to continue on, to fight, to destroy was overwhelming. Alas, no feeling could ever beat seeing the stunned face of a man who just took a punch to the face.

Swiping the blood from his nose, he glared at you with new vigor, “What the fuck?”

Another swing, this time your hand was swiftly captured in a brawny fist. You clenched your teeth in pain as he squeezed your smaller hand excruciatingly tight, his other hand capturing your shirt's collar.

You struggled against his holds, brow twitching in agitation, “Where the fuck is it?”

The scent of mint flooded your senses as he pulled your collar closer to his face, “I don’t have your goddamn package. Now give me one reason why I shouldn’t paint the floor with you right now?”

You tore your hand away from his weakening hold and flipped him off, “I’d like to see you try.”

“Brother?”

Surprised, you both turned to another, much smaller, pinkette. An almost identical copy of the asshole still clutching your shirt. Though, this one was a lot easier to get along with.

The larger man sighed deeply above you before letting you go, “Yuuji, why are you here so late?”

You grunted as he harshly shoved you back. Shooting your arm out, you caught yourself on the doors frame. Cocky fucker. Grinding your teeth together, you decided to spare your shit neighbor because of one reason only.

“Hey, Yuuji. How’s university?”

You could feel a dark stare on the side of your head, relentless and unwavering. Yuuji smiled brightly at you as he came closer to the door.

“Great! Professor Gojo totally let us slack off all day today!”

You threw a smug smirk at the man still glaring daggers at your head. How’s it feel to be ignored?

As if hearing your question his grip tightened on his crossed arms.

“Megumi, Nobara, and I went out for ice cream after class too. I didn’t think it’d take this long though,” Yuuji scratched the back of his head embarrassed.

You smiled at his shy form only to stop yourself when you noticed the man standing next to you smiling as well. Bastard. What the hell is he enjoying life for?

“I see. Alright, come on I made dinner,” his eyes trailed from Yuuji to you, “for two.”

You rolled your eyes at his hostility. Like you’d want to eat his food anyway. Knowing him it probably tastes like shit.

Not sparing a second glance at him, you waved goodbye to Yuuji and strolled back to your humble abode. A satisfying conclusion until you realized you never got your damned package.

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“I told you already, Mom. I’ve been getting better. I think my lessons are finally starting to work.”

“Are you sure, sweetie? You know if it ever gets too much again you can always come back home.”

You sighed heavily at your mother’s worried tone, “I’m very sure, mom. I mean come on, I just have one more day until my one month without an outburst!”

Your mother laughed slightly on the phone, but the thick layer of concern was still evident. Quickly dismissing any more of her anxiety, you wished her goodnight.

Shoving your cracked phone into your pocket, you hit the fourth floor button on your apartment complex’s elevator. With a quiet hum, the metal box slowly took you up to your floor.

The fourth floor was nice to live on. It was practically a penthouse. The reason being because you were its only occupant. Although, there was no sound reason for the building's vacancy, you just assumed no one in the area wanted to live in a second rate apartment. Especially when power outages were frequent.

That didn’t really concern you though. You had a home with zero people around. Not something you’d complain about.

Stepping into the outdated hallway, you took a deep breath of the stale air. Cracking a knuckle here, popping a joint there, you made your way to your lone room near the end of the hallway.

Automatically, your brows furrowed at the sight of large boxes decorating the floor around your door and the one next to it. You didn’t order anything.

Not so calmly making your way over to the mysterious boxes, you frowned as you realized the next door apartment’s door ajar. Neighbors?

A twinge of annoyance shot through your body before you quickly extinguished it. You thought back to the group lesson of today. The main focus was on allowing yourself to hear people out. Understand another person’s reasoning before you flip your shit. Having a ‘civilized’ conversation.

While someone moving in isn’t really what the lesson had been meant for, you figured you’d might as well give it a shot. Another step forward if you will.

Preparing yourself, you maneuvered around the scattered boxes in front of your new neighbor’s door. With a determined fist you knocked on the familiar white wood that matched your own.

Movement could be heard coming from behind the door, yet there was no answer. Your jaw twitched as you knocked again causing whoever was moving to curse.

Just as you were about to knock again, the door violently flung open revealing a disheveled man. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t have to pick your jaw up off the floor.

The tall man loomed over your form threateningly. It was clear as day that you only reached the tops of his collar bones. An observation you confirmed after noticing the man’s lack of a shirt.

Speaking of which, you had to pick your jaw up again at the sight of a chiseled body. Saying he had the body of a god was no understatement. You could grate cheese on those abs. Even more striking were the strange black tattoos that marked his skin. You traced the thick black lines that covered his chest with your eyes. They only aided in the dark and mysterious vibe to him.

Begrudgingly moving your eyes up to his face allowed for a third drop of the jaw. Similar tattoos to his chest and arms only accentuated the sharp cut of his jaw. His eyes were a piercing deep red which matched perfectly with his surprisingly pink dusted hair. Did a Greek god just move upstairs next to you?

“Are you done checking me out yet?”

You felt your face burn as you glared at him, “I wasn’t ‘checking’ you out.”

A dangerous smirk pulled on his lips, “Listen, woman. I don’t have all day to play around with you. Get to the point.”

You felt a familiar rage spark in the pit of your stomach. Taking a deep breath to calm yourself, you threw him an exaggerated smile.

“I just wanted to stop by and introduce myself to my new neighbor,” you lifted your hand out in front of you for a handshake, “I’m (y/n) (l/n), I hope we can get along.”

The man scoffed at you in amusement before taking your hand in his roughly, “Sukuna.”

The handshake was quick but firm enough for you to rub your hand after in soreness. The familiar twang of anger once again rose before you quelled it.

You clenched your fists, eager to just go back into your apartment, “I was wondering if there was anything I can help you with? With you being the new and only neighbor and all.”

You begged him in your head to say no. You weren’t sure if you could continue this ‘civil’ conversation for much longer.

“Sure,” you swallowed hard as he leaned against the door frame, “Do you know anyone decent enough to fuck around here or are there only women around here that look like you?”

You felt a cord snap, “What the fuck did you just say?”

A flash behind his eyes showed the clear amusement he was getting from your new attitude, “I said, is there anyone half decent enough to fuck around here or are there only noisy little pigs in this building?”

You growled at his arrogance, “You’re one to talk, pretty boy. Do you normally piss off everyone you talk to?”

His smirk deepened, “Of course. Did you think you were special?”

Like a leaf in the wind your thirty day chip flew away from you. Bye bye progress. Back to the start you go~

White hot rage filled your senses as you poked a finger into his exposed chest, “YOU WANNA GO, ASSHOLE? THE FUCKS YOUR PROBLEM?”

Amusement slowly formed into irritation as he slapped your hand away, “You're even loud like a pig.”

You snarled at him, “Listen here you piece of shit, at least I don’t look like I crawled out of a fucking kids cartoon with that stupid ass hair color.”

Pissed, Sukuna stood to his full height and crossed his arms, “Watch your mouth, dwarf.”

You craned your neck up and shot daggers at him, “Watch your own mouth, motherfucker! God to think I was trying to be a helpful neighbor and see if you needed anything!”

“Helpful neighbor my ass. All you’ve done so far is yell at me in my own home.”

“We’re in the hallway, dumbass!”

Sukuna backed up and rubbed his brow, “I don’t have time to deal with a little kid's temper tantrum.”

As he slammed the door in your face, you caught the closing door by the edge, “I’m not a goddamn kid!”

Sukuna shoved the door closed harder “Then don’t act like one, bitch.”

Eventually his strength overpowered your grip and he flung the door shut. The sound echoed tauntingly throughout the hallway leaving you with your own thoughts.

You looked at your hands disappointed and sighed. Looks like you’ll need to wait another month, but with that asshole next door you weren’t sure if you could make a day anymore.

Greek god your ass, more like a curse.

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It’s been a month since your dear neighbor Sukuna moved in, and without fail you two have argued in that hallway everyday. Today was no different, though maybe you took it too far by punching him.

You groaned and rolled around on your bed. You felt bad but no way in hell were you apologizing. Burying your head in a pillow you screamed into it. Why was that prick such an asshole??

Sitting up in your bed you hit your pillow repeatedly against your worn mattress. All this stress and worry was making you antsy. After jumping the poor pillow, you threw it against your wall harshly. The pillow hit the plaster with a soft thump before making its way to the floor. You growled in annoyance at the wall your pillow hit.

That very wall was connected to what you assumed was Sukuna’s room. With the amount of noise that came from it every night it had to be.

Though the first few nights he moved in it was quiet, after a week the noise of various rock bands leaking into your room made you bang on the wall in anger. Though you figured this only fueled the desire to infuriate you as he turned it up even louder.

Another contender for why you figured his room was next to yours was the fact you had to sit through multiple nights of him railing the shit out of some poor girls. The first night it happened you remembered blindly walking over to his door and slamming your fists against the wood.

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“Rick, I'm in love with you!”

“My dear Isabella, I can not reciprocate. For I have already fallen in love!”

“With whom, my love??? That skank Isabell!?”

“No, it is… Steffanie.”

“YOUR HAMSTER?!”

You snorted at your daytime tv while shoveling popcorn into your mouth. Your friend had been right about this channel. It really was absolute nonsense.

You watched as the woman on the screen fainted into her former lover's arms. Wow. Imagine being left for a hamster. Shifting in your seat you paused when you heard a faint noise.

Turning down your television volume you waited. Nothing. Huh, maybe you needed to get your ears checked-

“Ngh~”

The popcorn situated in your mouth fell onto your bed silently. What the fuck?

“Harder!”

Now that's where you couldn’t pretend anymore. Was your new neighbor fucking someone right now? At 10am? On a Sunday??

Your question was quickly answered by louder and whinier moans. Listening closely, you could just barely register the deep grunts of a certain bastard neighbor.

Oh hell no. You were not about to sit here and listen to some fuck fest. Abandoning your comfy bed, you stormed out of your room and over to a familiar door.

Seething with rage, you pounded against the door harshly. The wood shook and rattled at the strength used against it. You growled at the silence behind the door and knocked louder.

“OPEN UP, FUCKHEAD!”

The door finally ripped open revealing an aggravated Sukuna, “What the fuck do you want?”

Your eyes widened as you took a moment to take in his appearance. Pink hair laid messily against his forehead, an unusual look compared to his normal gelled up style. Though most concerningly, he wore no clothes other than a thin white sheet lifted up to cover his manhood.

Trying to conceal your blush, you fumed at him, “Keep it the hell down! I can hear the goddam thrusting.”

Sukuna’s face twisted into a grin, “Jealous your dried up ass gets no action?”

You slammed your fist against the hallways wall, “At this rate I don’t need any action when I feels like I’m in a fucking threesome.”

You shivered at the deep chuckle he let out. You watched as his eyes trailed your form, feeling exposed to his watchful stare. The action made you regret not throwing anything over your tank top and shorts.

“Threesome?” He licked his lips when he returned his gaze to your eyes, “I can arrange that if you're begging for it.”

A shift of the sheet caught your attention. Sukuna lowered the thin fabric allowing for more skin to show. You felt your face burn. So the carpet does match the drapes.

You flinched at his mocking chuckle, “Though I’m kinda busy right now, mind coming back later?”

You let out a frustrated yell and thundered off, ��J-JUST KEEP IT DOWN!”

Laughter followed you as you slammed your door shut and slid down the cool wood. Fuck.

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Shaking yourself out of the embarrassing memory you glared at the wall spitefully. Boiling in rage you threw your remote against the drywall. Piece of shit.

A harsh knock back from the other side made you clench your fists. So now he wants to complain? You went to put your hand through the drywall and yank a kicking and screaming Sukuna through before you heard a grunt.

You furrowed your eyebrows. You swear to god if you have to sit through another bang session you would really get violent. Pausing for a moment, you waited to hear the usual high pitched sounds that came from his pick of the night. Nada. Slowly you crawled across your bed and pressed an ear against the wall.

Now, don’t get yourself wrong. You were not a creep in any way shape or form. Plus, this didn’t even count if it’s your wall right? You were just trying to figure out what he was doing. As a nice neighbor would.

A hushed groan made you flinch away from the wall before returning. Resting a hand against the wall, you felt your heartbeat pick up as your ears adjusted to the quiet noises. Was he-

A strained sigh confirmed your thoughts. You bit your lip as you leaned into the wall further. His sounds almost encouraged you to listen on. Against your will, the familiar feeling of heat between your legs rose. You clenched your thighs together, trying to get a hold of yourself.

You should stop. You should get up and leave the room. Even if you hate the bastard you're still invading his privacy. So why are you staying?

A drawn out hiss pulled you back in. Like an incubus he drew you to him. Your hand slowly started tracing down your abdomen. Have you always felt this way? There’s always been tension but you’d always figured it was just to piss you off.

You shuddered as your hand crept its way under your waist band. You hesitated for a moment. Was this morally right? A rough curse from the thin wall wound you up again. Fuck, how could someone’s voice do this to you?

Shyly, you pressed a curious finger against your wet slit, dragging up against your heat to your throbbing clit. You let out a shaky breath as you started to rub timid circles against your bud.

Sukuna’s deep groans slowly became more aggressive, sending another throb to your lower half. You bit your wrist in an attempt to contain the needy moans that managed to escape. Quickly, your movements became more and more erratic as you chased your high.

Eventually, Sukuna’s moans died out without you realizing. You were too focused on the pleasure you were indulging yourself in. You bit your wrist harder, drawing blood, as your hips grinded themselves onto your fingers. The thickness of your wrist barely contained your ragged breathing as you finally reached your peak.

Mouth agape, the cord in your stomach snapped as stars flashed in your eyes. Your fingers moved by themselves, helping you extend your high for even longer.

With a final gasp you leaned against the wall and pulled your hand out of your bottoms. The clear substance that coated them looked back at you with mockery. What the hell do you just do?

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