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Content warnings// one shot ➭ smut with plot (+18, minors dni), fem! afab! reader ('she' used as reader's pronoun), Sukuna being out of character, stalking, paranoia, stress leading to sleeping problems, taking sleeping pills (reader), non-con/dub-con, somnophilia, oral (f! receiving), marking (bite marks, hickeys).
synopsis// She was nothing special, just a normal office worker, and yet, she attracted the attention of something she couldn't understand, something she could not even dream of, not even if this dream was a nightmare.
Word count//1.7k
⚠︎︎there is dark content in this fiction, which I do not support in real life. Please, stay safe and do not read this if you feel that you could be uncomfortable.
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It was already late, or at least, late enough for the sky to be imbued with a hue of profound blue. Y/n stepped forward into the street that led to her house, swathed in a coat that provided her with some respite from the chill of the night. She didn't particularly like walking alone at night, but she wasn't overly concerned either, as she knew that the place where she lived was rather safe. Yet, on that particular night, a sense of unease crept upon her, her intuition whispered to her that something was not right, that the further she walked along the sidewalk's cobblestones, the more she felt like she was rushing headlong into the lion's den. Her body was taut, the hair on her arms bristling, while she held the keys to her house firmly in her hand. The absence of light in the street served to heighten her uneasy intuition. The street light had all gone dark, leaving her engulfed in pitch-blackness, with only the feeble moonlight illuminating her path. She kept walking, putting her uneasiness aside and finally reaching her house, opening her front door and then locking it as she stepped inside. She sighed, calming down a little now that she was in the safety of her house. She didn't even have the words to describe what she felt out there, she had the sensation of being scrutinized from all sides, as if eyes were tracking her every move and gesture, and she didn't feel safe at all, she felt like a prey chased by a beast; a beast taking pleasure in frightening her. But now she was safe once again, she was in her house, alone. Or at least, that's what she thought.
