#very dark

l part one l part two l

Characters: Arrogant!Mark Grayson/ Invincible or Stripevincible/Variant!Mark Grayson x married!Reader

Warnings: NO USE OF Y/N, SMUT, rough smut, Dub-con, slight somno, slight Dom/Sub dynamic, PinV, no protection, pregnancy scare, slight Dark!Mark, low-key stalker!mark, Dirty Talk, Dirty thoughts, domestic v!olence, mürder, lowkey k!dnapping, barely proofread, Minors DNI.

Synopsis:

nothing good lasts forever…

Word Count: 2.8k

A/N: THIS STORY DOES NOT HAVE A PREGNANCY TROPE, just stick w me :)

Pleasure rippled down your spine, eyes rolling back as you nearly choked on the sensation. A whimper slipped past your lips, and your eyes went wide. Shit, you were so close, you realized with a pang of panic.

The sheets crinkled under your grip as another thrust rocked you to your core. Fuck, you couldn’t do it—couldn’t stay quiet.

“Imbmcmm—mhmmmm,” you murmured, words muffled against his palm. Invincible’s palm, which was clamped across the lower half of your face, keeping those daming sounds locked in.

So that your husband, who was asleep just a foot away, wouldn’t wake to see you being fucked silly by Chicago’s golden boy.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as your orgasm built, Invincible’s free hand wrapped around your hip so tightly you knew it’d bruise.

Yes, you thought, mark me and claim me. Make the world know I’m yours—

You flinched as teeth nipped at your earlobe.

“Quiet,” the hero hissed, though you could hear the grin in his voice. You swallowed thickly, body rocking forward with each deep buck of his hips. “I’m thrilled you know whom you belong to, but keep that beautiful mouth shut and let me have my fun.”

Your core clenched as he pulled you up and back against his chest, the other hand flattening against your stomach.

Your vision blurred, black dots dancing, and you could taste that precipice on your tongue. Your quaint bedroom, your marriage bed, being desecrated before your very eyes. And happily so.

He’d snuck in sometime after midnight, rousing you with his mouth on your dripping heat, pleased that your body responded to him even in your sleep.

You’d nearly screamed, not used to him visiting you while your husband was home.

It had been dark, nearly too dark to make out the strong fingers that dragged you from bed and had flipped you over.

Warm lips licking up your spine, humming by your ear when he smelled no other scent lingering on your skin. None but his own.

It hadn’t been easy to convince your husband to stop sleeping with you. The man was crazy physical, and that was about it. But, a month into your escapade, Invincible tackled you at work, gleeful with news.

“He’s fucking his secretary,” he groaned, head thrown back as he fucked your throat. You nearly choked, eyes widening as you watched him grip the shelves on either side of him in the computer closet. You pulled back with a pop and a gasp, your flyaways framing your face.

“W-what?”

Your heart had stuttered, nearly freezing in your chest. The hero smiled down at you, slowly stroking his aching cock, smearing the precum that bubbled up onto your lips.

“He’s got his own whore now, so I can continue using mine,” Invincible crooned, thumb brushing over your bottom lip. His gaze darkened, grip on your jaw tightening. The pad of his thumb dipped between your lips

“Open.”

A brutal command that sent sparks flying down your spine.

You shuddered but obeyed, enamored by the way his breathing turned choppy. He slid into your mouth once more, his jaw dropping in pure pleasure. Invincible groaned, his other hand sliding through your hair to grip it at its roots.

“You gonna let him fuck that slut, baby?”

You choked as he hit the back of your throat. But you nodded, hips beginning to grind against your heels. Dull pleasure sparked in your core.

You were lost and truly gone.

Lost in the man above you, consuming and poisoning your very soul.

“Good girl,” he growled before spilling down your throat with a sound that you could get high off of.

Invincible visited whenever he saw fit… whenever he craved you. And your husband was none the wiser, sleeping beside you while another man’s cum dripped out of you.

You were surprised you weren’t—

You swallowed a whimper as Invincible’s finger circled your puffy clit, eyes blowing wide. No, no, he couldn’t.

The man grinned against your ear like he could read your thoughts. You nearly buckled as he began to caress the nerves in earnest. Oh fuck, fuck, you were gonna—

“Look at him, baby,” Invincible purred, fingers moving on your clit at a blinding speed. “Look at your husband as you come all over my cock.”

You crumpled, fireworks exploding in your vision as your orgasm crashed through you. Invincible nearly lost his footing as well, after feeling the way you squeezed him. But he settled for spilling into you, hot and thick, and making you feel oh so full.

“Fuck, yeah—that’s it, dirty girl,” He swore, the mattress groaning a bit as he leaned over you, chest pressing you further down onto the bed.

And you fell into his hold completely, hazy and floating in happy hormones, boneless as Invincible maneuvered you gently back into bed.

Your eyes were heavy, slowly closing as your head hit your pillow. You had no idea you’d been this exhausted.

His fingers carded through your hair, tucking it behind your ear as he brought the comforter up to your chin.

He might’ve whispered something before he left, but you were already asleep.

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The world was crumbling beneath your feet, gravity shifting and swallowing you into the void.

It wasn’t possible.

It couldn’t be.

You stared down at the box of tampons sitting under your bathroom sink.

The unopened box of tampons.

Something oily spread through as you realized just how late you were.

Fuck.

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You set your work bag down on your counter, letting your keys clang behind it. You’d been a nervous wreck all day. And of course you’d been too busy to stop by the drug store and get a test.

But at least you were home. And at least—

“Strip.”

You yelped, whirling around to find Invincible standing in the middle of your living room. His body was half cloaked in shadow, the other half catching the street light from the window. You released a shuddering breath, releasing your iron grip on the side table. And damn you if your core didn’t automatically clench upon seeing him, your mouth salivating instantly.

His lips quirked, as if noticing. You raised trembling hands to your blouse.

“I… I,” you stuttered, searching for the right words. God, this was horrifying. “I can’t.”

Invincible stilled, head cocking to the side slowly. As if he’d never heard the word “no” before. A low chuckle passed through his plump lips.

“Are you trying to make me beg?”

Your eyes fluttered closed as heat shot through you. And he was on you, hands guiding your hips backward and lips pressing against your neck. Licking and sucking and…Yes, yes, yes—No.

“I’m pregnant,” you blurted, hands flattening on his chest. Invincible stilled before pulling back. Fear bubbled in your stomach, passing cars sending a menacing silhouette over your lover’s body.

Slowly, Invincible wrapped his hand around your left hand, tugging at that measly diamond ring that you barely wore. You swallowed thickly.

“It’s yours.”

“I know that,” he replied softly, but not gently. His chest widened as he took a steadying breath, obviously mulling over several thoughts.

But you knew. You knew what he was attempting to figure out. So, steeling your resolve, you stepped away from him.

“It means I can’t see you anymore.”

The room seemed to quiet, the city sounds beyond your house stalling. The entire world seemed to lean in and hold its breath. And your hero released a laugh full of disbelief.

“What?”

You balled your hands into fists, taking a step backward, further into your living room. Invincible followed, and for the first time, you noticed all of those rippling muscles that he used to destroy his enemies.

“You know it can’t go on,” You pleaded, your toes curling on the rug below you. “You-you can’t deal with a baby, and he’ll kill me—“

“He wouldn’t fucking dare,” He growled, the air disappearing from your lungs as you watched him shake with rage. “You’re mine—“

You shook your head, hand raised as he took another step toward you. You were crying, tears dripping off your chin and flooding your mouth.

“I’m married,” You stressed with a bitter sob. You released an incredulous laugh. “And… and, I don’t even know your name.”

“Married,” He seethed, jaw clenched so tight you worried he’d shatter his perfect teeth. “You—“

Invincible's voice faltered, head turning like he was listening to something. A groan of annoyance fell from his lips, shoulders tensing.

“Not now, Cecil—“ He spat, his forefinger pressing against his ear. But whoever was whispering to him didn’t care for Invincible’s excuses. The superhero shook his head before turning back to you. “This isn’t over—“

“It has to be,” you whined in earnest, tears brimming in your eyes. You wanted to say more; you wanted to smooth that crease between his brow; you wanted to kiss him until your head grew light. But you couldn’t, and he had a world to save.

The hero released a mangled sound of anguish before he was gone.

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Your hands trembled as you stirred the pasta, the scent of red sauce and garlic drifting throughout the kitchen. The door slammed, and boots thudded against the door frame, shortly followed by the clink of keys hitting the sideboard.

He was on a work call, like usual. Recently he’d eaten every dinner while on the phone. The grind never stopped for your adoring husband.

But it would stop tonight. A lot of things would stop tonight.

You picked at your garlic bread, eyes trained on the man across from you. Golden light shone from the chandelier above you, a facade of warmth cast upon him.

The history between you was long, rough, and reckless. Full of regret. But it didn’t change the fact that you knew you needed to do what was right now.

Taking a deep breath, you set your silverware down just as he finished his call. His name left an ashen taste on your tongue, his eyes flickering up in surprise. Like he doubted you’d ever actually speak to him.

Your husband.

The man you married years ago, a ghost of the man before you. The man who was currently fucking his secretary.

Somehow, neither fact bothered you.

“ I need to tell you something. I’ve needed to tell you for a long time now, actually,” you continued, squashing the nerves bubbling in your tummy. Your husband narrowed his eyes but said nothing. Your fingers gripped your napkin under the table.

“I’m… I’m pregnant.”

The man across from you stilled, Eyes widening slowly in shock. Brows furrowing, you watched the gears begin to turn in his head. Confusion, because you two weren’t sleeping together—and hadn’t been for a long time. Disbelief, because how could you be pregnant? And then…

The air in the room seemed to grow heavy as his eyes darkened. Anger turned to rage, turned to disgust.

“You fucking whore—“

You screeched as he launched across the table, arms splaying for you. You flung yourself from the chair, landing hard on your backside. Fear prickled down your arms as your husband began to scurry over the edge, toward you.

But you’d already pushed yourself up and started sprinting for the bedroom.

“You get back here!” He screamed, barreling behind you. “You let some other man fuck you?!”

Your hands wrapped around the countertop as you barreled into the kitchen. If you outmaneuvered him, you could escape out of the back door.

“Like how you’re letting your secretary do the same?” You panted, teeth bared. His chest was rising and falling dramatically, fists balled so tight his knuckles had gone white as he stalked into the kitchen.

“Shut your mouth,” he hissed, face firetruck-red. “ And here I was thinking you were frigid and cold. Turns out you’re just a lying slut.”

He made the first move, darting left. You followed opposite, only for him to leap back. You missed his grabbing hands oh so barely. But with it, you were forced to continue to the bedroom.

Thankfully, your idiot spouse slipped on the carpet runner, plummeting to the ground, giving you precious seconds.

Where was your phone?? You couldn't remember where you’d placed it.

You gulped as you swung yourself into your bedroom, nearly catapulting over the bed to reach the bathroom.

And you were almost there.

But you hadn’t been quick enough.

A hand, calloused and cruel, wrapped around the back of your neck and yanked. With a shriek, you flew backward, landing on your back. Pain blossomed up your spine, the breath whooshing from your lungs on impact.

You were disoriented. Lost from your collision, you couldn’t react as something heavy climbed atop you.

Your husband, taller and wider and stronger and meaner, his hands forming an unbreakable collar around your throat.

A dull roar began in your ears, mouth open in a soundless scream as his grip tightened. Your lungs and bones and tendons burned under his touch. You writhed and fought and scratched at his hold, but it was no use.

“You're dead,” He rumbled, face mere inches from yours. Black dots danced in your vision. Pain, so, so much pain. “You and that fucking bastard in your belly are dead. And then it’s on to whoever fathered it.”

You were going to die, you realized. Here, in the very bedroom of your dreams and nightmares. You were going to die, and the only thing you could think of was that you’d never learned Invincible’s real name.

“Why don’t I spare you the time? I’m right here.”

Your husband froze, head shooting up. And there, just behind him, you caught a glimpse of blue and yellow—

You were sobbing, bawling like a baby as your husband's grip loosened enough for you to breathe.

And suddenly, the weight on your body disappeared. Your vision blurred as the blood raced back to your head, aching pain barreling behind it. But once it cleared, you found your husband dangling, feet scraping against the ground.

And Invincible?

His hand was tight around your husband’s throat, squeezing so hard his head had turned a strange purple.

You coughed, your breath like knives in your lungs as you rolled over. You didn’t bother arguing or trying to stop Invincible.

You didn’t care what he did.

But still, you closed your eyes, braced on your shoulders, as a sickening crunch sounded throughout the room. A heavy thud followed.

And then silence.

You were still trembling, slow tears dripping down your cheeks. Hands slipped under your arms, causing you to flinch, before gently pulling you to your feet. Invincible’s face was dark, guarded, as if he were reigning in his rage. His gloved hands cradled your face, thumbs stroking the skin under your eyes. It was so very at odds with his demeanor only moments ago.

You took a shaky breath, eyes catching on the slumped figure just beyond—

“Don’t,” Invincible ordered quietly, angling your face back in his direction. “You’re coming with me. Now. He won’t ever touch you again.”

Your mind was reeling. Your mouth opened and closed, throat so very sore.

“Invincible,” you began, sniffling. But he was already picking you up to carry you. He nuzzled you close to his chest, lips whispering over your hair.

“Call me Mark.”

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Mark.

Mark Grayson.

Mark Grayson—Invincible—clutched you close to his chest as he flew through the sky. You’d been speechless, frozen and bereft in those final moments.

Mark had decided on the next step for you. You were coming with him whether you wanted to or not.

The image of your husband's dead body flashed in your mind, over and over and over—

City lights flashed in your eyes, stop lights and billboards burning your retinas. Car horns and machinery filled your ears, clouding your mind with sensory overload.

You were downtown, that much was obvious. But why?

Your stomach dropped as you suddenly dove, right onto the roof of a large, antique brick estate. You swallowed thickly as Mark put you down, backing away a step to give you space.

Your mind whirled, and you found yourself focusing on the tangible—what was right in front of you. The house was about the size of four townhouses, sitting pretty in the center of a small courtyard. A wrought-iron fence ran along the perimeter, the trees looming in varying shades of orange, yellow, and red.

The brick house was lined with bone white marble, columns and corners and window sills as well, the material making up several chimneys that stretched against the darkening sky.

“Who…” you began with a sniff, tears long dried on your cheeks. “Where did you get this house?”

“My father left it to me. It was his before,” Mark answered, a shade solemn. His father, Omni-Man. You turned and found him waiting by a reinforced door, presumably leading inside. “Come on.”

And so you followed Invincible into the house, the steel door clanging shut behind you. You barely noticed the locking sound as it clicked into place.

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That’s such a dark and morbid way to go out but I honestly can see him trying to do something like that. Of course though laws there to sort of keep him grounded in a way.

Jeez that can be like the ultra bad ending to my “Silence by Law” au 😔

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

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

Words: 6.7k

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

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

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

Pt. 2 Pt. 3

That apartment used to be empty.

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

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

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

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

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All it took was the next morning.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“She’s cute though.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

It was over.

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

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

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

His memory is not enough. He wants her.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

She ran.

-

And that was the worst thing she could have done.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What was that noise?

A bump. In her bedroom.

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

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

-

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

It all happened in a second.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

He disgusts her.

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

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

That’s how she felt.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’m yours, Sukuna.”

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

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

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

She was so fucking stupid.

-

He repeated that all night.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

-

Sukuna was pleased with how the morning was going.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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I've been seeing a bunch of hanahaki disease content for dispatch lately, which I absolutely love! It used to be my favorite trope when I discovered how much I love angst, and I've been really enjoying all the dispatch hanahaki fics I've found so far

They've all been Flambert though, so I'm proposing a Watermech one! It makes so much sense to me, they're both yearners, soo much angst potential there. This also kinda gives soulmate vibes a little?

Under the cut, because VERY MAJOR warning for angst, gore, puking, mentions of death, all that fun stuff. It's hanahaki after all, lots of blood :D

Fandom: Off-Campus series by Elle Kennedy, Off Campus show (2026)

Relationships : Dean Heyward-Di Laurentis/ Hannah Wells.

Tags: Rape/Non-con, Graphic depictions of Violence, Obsession, Morally Black Dean, Dark Romance, Horror, Dacryphilia, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat.

Summary:

“I know what happened to you, songbird,” Dean whispered against her neck, his breath hot and heavy. “I know what that piece of shit did to you when you were fifteen.”

Hannah froze completely. Her breath hitched, her heart hammering against her ribs as the ultimate sanctuary of her mind was ripped open. How did he know? She had only told Garrett. Nobody else knew.

“Garrett tried to handle it, didn't he? He went back to your hometown, tracked him down, roughed him up a little,” Dean continued, his voice dropping lower.

He pulled back just enough to look down into her blurred, tear-filled eyes. “But Garrett is too soft. He left the guy breathing. He thought a few broken ribs were enough.”

His lips left her ruined jaw. Lifting his hand, he used the pad of his thumb to brush a tear away from her uninjured cheek. The movement was incredibly soft, almost tender.

“Shh,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that familiar, velvety drawl.

It was gentle. Classic Dean. It was the same effortless tone he always used when he was comforting someone in the living room downstairs.

“Go to sleep, Hannah. I’m not a monster. I won’t do anything while you’re unconscious.”

Note:

Hey! 🩷

First of all, I would say please take the tags and warnings seriously because this is going to be a very dark fic. I'm butchering the entire series here, so if you are deeply attached to the original characters, the canon relationships, or the standard "green-flag" behaviours from the books or the show, this story might not be for you.

This is about Dean and Hannah. This is me as a writer trying to twist the story and narratives in a way I like. If you're a reader of my original works, you'd know I write Dark Romance and Horror together. Sometimes I like writing fanfiction too, so here we are!

That said, all of this is a work of fiction. These characters aren't mine; I'm just borrowing them from the Off-Campus universe.

I hope you like it :) 🩷

This feeling in my chest,

A wild fire in my breast.

Pills aren’t working to tame it,

So it continues to burn my heart to ash.

I doubt a phoenix will arise to reclaim it.