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THREADS OF AFFECTION // PART TWO

— Biker!Ryomen Sukuna x Bestfriend!Female Reader

Sometimes, The One You Need Has Always Been There.・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : The next morning of everything going down with Ryle, you find solace in Sukuna's arms. After a talk with Shoko, you realise how oblivious you were and come to accept your feelings for Sukuna.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Bestfriend!sukuna, biker!sukuna, cuddle, fluff, comfort, soft!sukuna, realisation, angry!shoko, university au, 3.7k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : I'm such a sucker for soft Sukuna. This takes place the next morning after part one.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

➥ THREADS OF AFFECTION : THE MONTAGE

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

Sunlight filtered through the black blinds, casting soft rays across the apartment. You slowly stirred up to the rhythm of the heartbeat. Your head against a firm chest, Sukuna’s chest. Your bodies were tangled under the warm duvet. The room you were in was his bedroom.

How did you end up here? The last thing you remembered was crying on the couch in his living room, feeling overwhelmed and exhausted from everything that had happened with Ryle. And yet, here you were now, in his bed, tangled in the sheets with Sukuna’s arm around you.

You carefully lifted your head, trying not to disturb him, but the second you did, his arm tightened around you instinctively. You held your breath as Sukuna stirred, and before you could react, his body pressed down on yours, his head nestling into the crook of your neck.

For a moment you layed there, letting yourself cocooned in the warmth of his presence. Your gaze drifts upward to the mirrored ceiling.The reflection above you was surreal-Sukuna's huge frame looming over you, his face hidden against your neck. His breath, warm and steady, brushed against your skin, sending a wave of goosebumps down your spine. It was a strange sense of peace, one that made everything else feel distant and unimportant. In that instant, you looked like a couple-like you truly belonged there, like this was where you were always meant to be.

You gently stroked the dark tattoos that adorned his hand that was draped over your belly, tracing the intricate patterns with the tips of your fingers. His skin was warm, the markings mesmerizing under your touch, each curve and line a part of him that you'd never really noticed before. It was almost as though you were discovering a different side to him, one that was quietly vulnerable in his sleep, wrapped up in the simplicity of the moment.

Sukuna's breathing deepened, his chest rising and falling in rhythm with yours. The weight of his presence was both grounding and comforting. In the silence, there was a stillness between you two, something unspoken yet deeply understood. You let your fingers linger on his hand, a small but meaningful connection.

Instinctively your fingers brushed up his arm, gliding over the black t-shirt, and then began playing with his soft hair. You stifled a laugh when you felt him purring like a contented cat, pulling you closer as if not wanting to let go. But before the moment could stretch any further, the phone on the nightstand began to ring.

As you started to shift, trying to escape the warmth of his embrace, Sukuna’s grip tightened, pulling you back to him. His voice was low and groggy, but there was something softer about it, something uncharacteristic.

“Where are you going?” He murmured, his usual dominance replaced with a tenderness that caught you off guard.

You felt at a loss for words, “Your phone is ringing.”

Sukuna’s brows frown. It would have been a cute sight if not for the circumstances. He let out a frustrated sigh. His grip on you, not loosening in the slightest.

“I don’t care about the damn phone,” He muttered, his voice still thick with sleep, “Stay here.”

You felt the warmth of his breath against your skin as he pulled you closer, his body curling protectively around you. There was something comforting in the way he held you, as if the outside world didn’t matter in this small bubble of peace he’d created around the two of you. Despite his usual tough demeanor, there was a tenderness to him now that you hadn’t expected, a gentleness that made your heart flutter in a way you couldn’t quite explain.

You hesitated, glancing at the phone again as it continued to ring, but the soft pressure of Sukuna’s arm around you was enough to make you reconsider. For once, you didn’t want to deal with the outside world either. You just wanted to stay in this moment, in this space between dreams and reality, wrapped up in the warmth of his embrace.

“Let it ring,” You whispered, your fingers gently brushing through his hair once more.

Sukuna hummed in agreement, his chest rumbling beneath your ear, “Good choice.”

You wonder how he would react after the drowsiness had faded away. Bet he would be embarrassed. The phone continued to ring for a few more times before going silent. Just as you were about to get comfortable again, your phone started ringing on your side of the nightstand. As much as you didn't want to receive the call, what if it was something important.

You reluctantly stretched your hand and grabbed the device off of the nightstand. Your fingers hovered over the phone, the name "Shoko" flashing brightly on the screen. Sukuna grumbled, his grip loosening slightly, allowing you to sit up as you answered the call. His groggy gaze followed your movements, though he stayed sprawled on the bed, his hair messily framing his face.

“Hello?” Your voice was soft, still thick with exhaustion from the night before.

“Where the hell are you?” Shoko's panicked voice burst through the line, jolting you fully awake, “Do you realize we have a History exam in an hour? And you’re just... gone? Are you okay?”

Your stomach dropped. The exam. How could you have forgotten? Everything with Ryle, Sukuna, and the emotional whirlwind had completely derailed your sense of time and priority.

“I... I completely forgot,” You admitted, your voice tinged with guilt, “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

Shoko sighed, her frustration bleeding into concern, “Forget the exam for a second. Are you okay? You’ve been acting off for a while now, and then you disappeared. I was worried sick!”

“I’m fine,” You assured her, though your voice wavered slightly, “I’ll explain everything later, I promise. Just... I’ll meet you at the exam venue.”

“Alright,” Shoko said reluctantly, “But if you’re not here in thirty minutes, I’m coming to find you myself. Got it?”

“Got it,” You said with a small smile.

As the call ended, you placed the phone back on the nightstand, letting out a deep breath. Sukuna had propped himself up on one elbow, his crimson eyes studying you with quiet intensity.

“Something wrong?” He asked, his voice low and rough, still laced with sleep.

“Just Shoko,” You said, standing and stretching, “We have a major exam today, and I completely forgot about it.”

Sukuna raised a brow, his gaze trailing over you as you scrambled to gather your things, “Do you even have enough time to get ready and make it there?”

“Not really,” You admitted with a sheepish smile.

He let out a deep sigh and swung his legs over the side of the bed, “I’ll take you.”

You blinked at him, surprised, “You don’t have to—”

“I said I’ll take you,” Sukuna cut you off, his tone leaving no room for argument, “You’ll never make it on time otherwise.”

Though his brusqueness was typical, there was an underlying concern in his voice that made you pause. You nodded, mumbling a soft “thank you” as you got up from the bed.

"About last night…" Sukuna's deep voice broke the silence, and you turned to look at him. He was sitting up now, more awake and sobar, his tousled hair and tired eyes making him look far more vulnerable than usual, "I... shouldn’t have said all that."

Your heart clenched at his words, unsure of what he meant, "What do you mean?"

He ran a hand through his hair, his usual confidence replaced by something you couldn’t quite place.

"I just don’t want you to feel like I pressured you into anything. You were upset, and I…" He trailed off, his jaw tightening, "I don’t want to make things weird between us."

You blinked, taken aback by his honesty. Sukuna wasn’t the type to explain himself, let alone show this kind of vulnerability.

"It’s not weird," You said quietly, though your heart betrayed you by beating a little too fast, "I mean… It was a lot to process, but I know you. You can never force me into doing something I don't want to."

Sukuna's gaze locked with yours, the intensity in his crimson eyes making it hard to look away.

"I meant what I said, though," He said, his voice firm, "I’ll always be here for you. Whatever you need, Ai."

Your breath hitched at the way he said your name, the weight behind his words making your cheeks flush. You looked down at your hands, unsure of what to say. The vulnerability between the two of you was almost suffocating, and yet it felt like something had shifted—something you weren’t quite ready to confront.

"Thank you," You finally said, your voice barely above a whisper. "For everything. Last night… and now."

Sukuna let out a low chuckle, though it lacked his usual arrogance.

"Don’t mention it," He said, rubbing the back of his neck, "But seriously, if you ever need anything, you know where to find me."

The tension lingered as the two of you sat there, the weight of unspoken words filling the room. Eventually, Sukuna got up and stretched, his movements casual as if trying to break the awkwardness.

“I know.” Your words were filled with confidence……and trust.

Within minutes, you were back on Sukuna’s bike, your arms tightly wrapped around his waist as the powerful engine roared to life. The cool morning air bit at your skin, but the warmth radiating from Sukuna’s body kept you grounded. Good thing you had an extra pair of clothes in his house, so you didn't have to go back to your dorm to change.

As he sped through the city streets, cutting through traffic with precision, you couldn’t help but feel a strange sense of relief. Despite the chaos of the last 24 hours, Sukuna was here, steady and unwavering.

By the time you reached the classroom, Shoko was pacing near the entrance of the university, her expression a mix of worry and annoyance. Sukuna pulled up to the curb, and you climbed off the bike quickly, giving him a grateful look.

“Thanks, Kuna,” you said softly.

He smirked, ruffling your hair in a way that was surprisingly gentle, “Ace that exam, Ai. I’ll see you later.”

As he roared off into the distance, Shoko grabbed your arm, her sharp gaze scanning your face.

“You have so much explaining to do,” She said firmly, though her voice was softer now, tinged with relief.

“I know,” You said, giving her a small smile, “I’ll tell you everything. Just... after the exam.”

Shoko nodded, and together, the two of you headed inside, ready to tackle the challenge ahead. Though your heart still felt heavy with the events of the night before, you also felt lighter somehow. No matter what happened next, you knew you weren’t alone—and that made all the difference.

After an agonizing hour of scribbling answers on the exam paper, you and Shoko found yourselves sitting in the university cafeteria. You sip the coffee nervously under Shoko’s eagle eye that were throwing daggers in your direction, trying to process all the tea you had dumped on her.

“So you mean to tell me That little shit tried to force himself on you and you had to threaten him with Sukuna's name to let you go.” Shoko started, gritting words through her teeth, “He told you to get out of his house in the middle of the night, alone, and then called another chick to fuck?”

You nodded your head, “Pretty much.”

“Is he the reason you were acting so down? Did he force into agreeing to sleep with him? I'm gonna kill that fucker!” Shoko shot up from the chair,‌ ready for some bloodshed but you quickly held her back.

“No, don't. He's not worth wasting our time.” You pleaded as you had no doubt Shoko would actually skin him alive.

Shoko huffed and sat back down, her lips pursed, “Fine but only because you told me to and that asshole doesn't deserve even an ounce of my energy.”

You smiled faintly, feeling relieved, “Thanks, Shoko. You are the best.”

“Don't think you are off the hook.” Shoko narrowed her eyes at you, “All this still doesn't explain how you ended up in your bestfriend, Sukuna's bed.”

Her words made you groan, “You make it sound so dirty. We just fell asleep in his bed. That's it. Nothing happened.”

Shoko scoffed, “Drop that bullshit. If that was the case then why do you keep blushing like a tomato whenever you mention him?”

You genuinely had no excuses to give her. Because the truth was, something had happened. Something big. Sukuna had confessed that he liked you—no, more than liked you. The weight of that revelation still sat heavy on your chest, impossible to ignore.

Shoko studied your flustered expression, “Wait… did he finally confess his feelings for you?”

Your eyes widened at Shoko's question, but before you could say anything, she gasped dramatically, slamming her hand on the table.

Shoko slammed her hands on the table, “He did, didn't he? O my god! I have to tell Utahime. She owes me 10 bucks.”

“Shoko.” You hissed, “Keep your voice down. Also what does Utahime have anything to do with it?”

Shoko leaned back on the chair, “You see, we made a bet. I said Sukuna will confess to you before this year ends and she said he will take at least 2 more years.”

The cafeteria buzzed with life, but your focus was solely on Shoko, who looked far too pleased with herself. You groaned, burying your face in your hands.

“You couldn't find anything else to bet on?” You groaned, “How did you even know that he likes me?”

“Me? The whole university knows about it. Even my cousin’s neighbour’s 3 year old daughter knows.”

Shoko's words had your jaw dropped to the floor, “What? And no one told me before?”

“I mean, it's as obvious as the sun in the sky.” She shrugged, “Sukuna’s been head over heels for you since, like, forever. He doesn’t even bother hiding it anymore. He literally calls you Ai.”

The more Shoko continued speaking, the more stupid you felt. He's been calling you ‘love’ all alone and you never questioned it or even realised. How stupid can someone be?

You groaned, slumping against the table, “He’s been calling me that for years. Are you serious right now? How did I not notice? Am I really that stupid?”

Shoko smirked, sipping her coffee like she had just won a game of poker, “Oh, sweet summer child, you’re not just stupid—you’re a master at it. Sukuna could probably hire a skywriter to spell it out, and you’d still think he was just trying to prank you.”

You narrowed your eyes on her, “Okay, that’s a bit much.”

“Is it?” Shoko raised a brow, "Remember when he beat up that guy in freshman year because he ‘breathed in your direction’? Or when he memorized your entire coffee order, down to the number of sugar packets, and started showing up with it every morning? Or—my personal favorite—when he glared at literally everyone who sat next to you during lectures until they moved?”

“Those weren’t signs!” You protested weakly, “He’s just… overprotective! And maybe a little territorial.”

Shoko nearly spat out her coffee, “A little? Girl, he once told Gojo that if he even looked at you wrong, he’d throw him out a window.”

You blinked, stunned, “Wait. When did that happen?”

“Last semester,” Shoko said casually, leaning back in her chair, “You were too busy studying for midterms to notice. But the rest of us? Oh, we noticed. It was like watching a National Geographic documentary on territorial animals.”

You buried your face in your hands again, “This is so embarrassing. How do I even face him now? I didn’t just miss the signs—I bulldozed right over them.”

“Simple.” Shoko grinned mischievously, “You go up to him and say, ‘Hey, Sukuna, I finally realized you’ve been in love with me all this time. My bad. Let’s get married.’”

You shot her a glare, “Shoko, I swear to God—”

“Relax, I’m kidding. Kind of.” She leaned forward, her expression softening slightly, “But seriously, just talk to him. The guy literally worships the ground you walk on. You’ve already got him wrapped around your finger; now it’s just a matter of admitting you’re into him too.”

You sighed, playing with your coffee cup, “It’s not that simple. What if things get weird? What if—”

“Stop overthinking,” Shoko interrupted, pointing her spoon at you like it was a weapon, “You survived last night, didn’t you? He confessed, and the world didn’t implode. In fact, judging by that ridiculous blush on your face, I’d say things are looking pretty good for you two.”

You hesitated, but a small smile tugged at your lips, “You think so?”

“I know so,” Shoko said confidently, “Now hurry up and finish that coffee. We’ve got class in ten minutes, and I’m not letting you flake just because you’re having a romantic crisis.”

You laughed despite yourself, the weight on your chest feeling just a little lighter. Maybe Shoko was right. Maybe it was time to stop overthinking and start trusting what was already so obvious to everyone else—including Sukuna.

At the end of the day, you sit in the quiet library, waiting for Sukuna to pick you up. What Shoko told you stayed in your mind. The whole day you thought about your options and your feelings. Sukuna was an important part of your life. Imagining a day where Sukuna will not be with you left a bitter taste in your mouth.

Sukuna has been there for you through everything—your highs, your lows, even the moments when you felt like the world was crumbling around you. He’d seen every part of you and never once turned away. If that wasn’t love, then what was?

You stared blankly at the book in front of you, your thoughts too chaotic to focus. The image of Sukuna’s sincere, tender expression from that night replayed in your mind. You didn’t think he was even capable of looking that soft, yet there he was, proving you wrong in the best way possible.

Your phone pinged with a notification, breaking the chain of thoughts, bringing you back to reality.

Kuna ♡ᥫ᭡.ִֶָ : Come out I'm waiting.

Even the heart beside his name, saved in the contact, seemed to be mocking you. Who saves their friend’s name with a heart? How oblivious were you? To his feelings as well as yours. You two could have been celebrating your anniversaries had you not been so oblivious.

Returning the book to the shelf, you hurried down the hallway. Your steps, faster than usual just like your heart. Crossing the front gate of the university, you see Sukuna with his bike on the side of the road. His hair damp, probably took a shower after their basketball practice and then rushed to pick you up.

You jog up to him, wearing the helmet he handed you.

“How was your exam?”

"Better than I thought," You replied, fastening the helmet under your chin.

You climbed onto the bike behind him, your arms automatically wrapping around his waist. It was a familiar action, yet today it felt different—more intimate, more charged.

Sukuna started the engine, the bike purring to life beneath you, "Good. Knew you’d ace it, like always."

The ride home was quiet except for the hum of the engine and the rush of the wind. Your mind, however, was anything but quiet. Shoko's words replayed in your head like a broken record. He literally worships the ground you walk on. The realization hit you harder than the cool wind brushing against your face.

When Sukuna finally pulled up in front of your house, you hesitated to let go, your arms lingering around his waist. He noticed, glancing back at you over his shoulder with a raised brow.

"You good, Ai?" he asked, his tone softer now, his crimson eyes scanning your face.

You nodded, but your grip tightened slightly, "Yeah… I just—"

The words caught in your throat. How could you even begin to say what you were feeling?

"Just what?" he pressed, turning off the engine and shifting slightly to face you.

You took a deep breath, willing yourself to be brave. No more overthinking. Just go for it.

You got down from the bike, deciding to stand in front of him, “Are you free tomorrow night?”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, “Tomorrow? Yeah, why?”

Infact Sukuna was not free tomorrow night. He practically threatened his teammates, especially Gojo, into agreeing to practice till late because their match was coming up. It was an important match, against Eastwood University, their sworn enemy. But it's not like the match was more important than whatever you needed him for.

“Just keep your schedule empty tomorrow.”

Sukuna’s gaze lingered on you, curious and amused. He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the handlebars of his bike.

“Alright,” He drawled, a smirk tugging at his lips, “But you owe me an explanation, Ai. What’s this about?”

You shrugged, trying to play it cool even as your heart pounded in your chest, “You’ll see tomorrow.”

He chuckled, straightening up, “Fine. I’ll bite. But if this is one of your pranks…”

“It’s not a prank, Kuna.” You cut him off, meeting his eyes with a rare seriousness, “Just… trust me, okay?”

That wiped the smirk off his face. He tilted his head slightly, studying you like he was trying to read your thoughts. After a moment, he nodded.

“I always do.” he said softly.

His words lingered in the air, heavy with unspoken meaning. You nodded quickly, breaking eye contact before your resolve could falter.

"I'll see you tomorrow. Bye, drive safely.” you muttered, turning to head inside before he could see the blush spreading across your cheeks.

As you closed the door behind you, you leaned against it, your head spinning. You had no idea how tomorrow would go, but for once, you were determined to take the leap. Sukuna had always been there for you, and now it was your turn to take a chance on him.

You just hoped he’d be ready for what you were about to do.

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[arcane-amorist]

THREADS OF AFFECTION

— Bestfriend!Ryomen Sukuna x Bestfriend!Female Reader

Sometimes, The One You Need Has Always Been There.・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : After a rough experience with your boyfriend, you turn to your best friend Sukuna. As the night goes on words unravel. The tension between you two grows and everything lay in your hand. But one thing for sure—Sukuna will always be there for you, no matter what.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : No cheating, bestfriend!sukuna, one sided pining, almost rape, traumatizing elements, vulgar language, confession, 3k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ NOTE FROM LOTUS : O my gosh! I'm so excited. I'm back in my Sukuna brain riot days. He is all I'm thinking about nowadays. Also, always remember that unless it's an explicit "yes", it can't be counted as consent.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // JUJUTSU KAISEN MASTERLIST

DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE. MINORS DNI, IF YOU DO THEN IT'S YOUR OWN RESPONSIBILITY.・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

Sukuna’s towering body pushed the blondie against the sink, his lips locked with her in a fiery battle, fighting for dominance. Their hands roamed all over each other's body, desperate to get rid of any article of clothing. Even the biggest earthquake or tsunami could stop him from getting any release tonight. Nothing but the familiar ringtone of piano that he set specifically for you could get in his way.

Sukuna pulled out the phone faster than he could blink, ignoring the whine of the very high and wasted blondie who's name he didn't even bother to remember, Sukuna slid the accept icon across the screen and pressed the cold phone close to his ear.

“Hello?” Sukuna said as he waited for any response but was only met with silence.

“Suku—” Before the blondie could speak, his hand slammed on her palm, forcing her to keep quiet. Her weak punches did little to no damage to Sukuna.

“S-Sukuna…” the trembling voice of yours from the other side of the call threw him over the edge. His eyes darkened and eyebrows frowned, “Where are you?”

After a few seconds of silence you spoke again, “I'm….. I'm outside of Ryle’s house.”

“I'm coming.” Sukuna cut the call and strode out of the party house, ignoring the angry calls, telling him to go back.

The black yzf-r1 cut through the wind. It took Sukuna approximately 10 minutes to get to your location. Even from far away he could see you sitting on the sidelines, knees pulled to your chest, restless sobs eruption from your chest. His bike stopped in front of you. Crouching down in front of you, he cupped your cheeks in his warm hands and raised your head up.

“What happened?” Sukuna asked as he whipped your cheeks only for them to get wet the next second.

“Kuna.” You broke into another feat of breakdown. The words coming out of your mouth sounded like only nonsense.

“Hush, calm down.” He pulled you in his arms. Sturdy fingers running through your hair, providing solace for you, “Follow my breath, come on.”

Your breath aligned with his and finally your speeding heart came to a steady pace. Sukuna broke the hug and whipped your cheeks clean again.

His hold on your face didn't release, “Now tell me what happened?”

You recalled how you ended up here. ‘Little miss virgin’ is what your friends called you. Heck! Even the whole school called you that. It's not like you didn't want to have sex. You just never had the right opportunity for it. Random hook-ups were not your thing. You wanted your first time to be with a special someone.

That's where Ryle came into the picture. He was your seatmate in English class. Because of his continued bad grades Mr. Smith asked you to tutor him in exchange for extra points in the final semester. He was a nice sweet guy who always made you laugh and thus you gave him a chance when he proposed to you.

Well, he was not such a nice guy after all. A month of dating, Ryle was very clear about intimacy. He wanted to have sex with you, he brought up that topic quite often and after a month of thinking you finally prepared yourself to lose your v-card. And that night was tonight.

Ryle was very excited and the big grin on his face on the way to his house made it very clear. You were barely inside the house when his lips attacked yours, catching you off-guard. Your hands, as if instinctively grabbed his shoulders to push him away but his hands on your waist pinned you to the door.

Panic flooded in your heart. Everything felt rushed. You thought you would have enough time to prepare yourself while he took a shower but now you wanted to bolt out of there. Your view hazed and everything became blurry. When you were on the brink of passing out, then did Ryle pull back but dived right down your neck.

“Ryle, stop. Stop it.” Your voice was close to yelling.

Ryle paid no mind to your protest. Placing wet kisses down your neck that felt like a burning rod was touching your skin.

“RYLE, STOP!” You pushed him with all of your strength.

Ryle stumbled back and hit his head on the wall. A painful grunt came out of his mouth as he clutched his head. Guilt filled you in as you quickly rushed to his side.

“Are you okay? I'm so sorr—” tried to grab his hand only for him to jerk your hand away.

“Are you fucking kidding me? What the fuck was that?” Ryle shouted on top of his lungs.

‘I’m s-so sorry…..” your voice trembled.

Ryle took a deep breath, standing up straight, “Okay, it's okay. It's your first time so I understand. Let's continue.”

Ryle grabbed both sides of your face and kissed you again only for you to avoid it and step back.

“Ryle, how about we stop today. I feel a little tired.”

And with each word the smile on his face wavered till it faded into the darkness. You didn't like the look in his eyes, the negative feeling. The Ryle you knew was always so nice to you so his next action came as a heartbreaking shock to you.

His hands gripped your arms with so much strength, his nails dug into your skin, as he shouted at you, “Are you fucking with me right now, Y/N? I didn't put up with you all these days only for you to chicken out and stop me from getting my fun.”

“R-Ryle, you are h-hurting me.” Tears pricked your eyes.

“And you are annoying me. Did you think I ran around you like a dog for nothing huh? Fuck! The least you can do is shut up and take it.”

You didn't like this Ryle. He scared you, suffocated you with fear. His words sent you in a spiral of thoughts. The guy in front of you was nothing but a potential rapist.

In fear, words spouted out of your mouth like a fountain, “Ryle, let me go right now. Otherwise Sukuna will hear about this and you and I both know that you will not like what comes next.”

You looked straight into his eyes, daring him to continue with his absurd act. You could tell, he had more to say but only the name of Sukuna was enough to evoke terror in his heart. No one in their right mind would like to be on his bad side. His personality may have subdued now but his chaotic past personality was well known to everyone. Not to mention his status as the heir of Lumino Corp.

Finally Ryle released you but not without a hurtful shove. He went up the stairs muttering, “Get the fuck out of my house.”

You didn't need to be told twice.

“That damn fucker!” Sukuna jumped up running towards the front door, with the intention of killing, you were sure of.

You hurriedly blocked his way, wrapping your arm around his huge torso, “Wait Sukuna, he is not alone.”

That's when Sukuna heard the indecent noises coming from the house. Sukuna tried to get out of your hold, his jaw locked in a clench, “Even more reasons to end that fucker.”

Your arms only became more firm around him, “No, let's go home. I don't want to be here, I'm not feeling very good.”

Sukuna felt a debate in his heart before he finally took your adequately smaller hand in his and brought you to the parked beast of a bike. Your feelings were way more important than breaking that prick’s nose at the moment. Putting his helmet on you he buckled it tight. His body defending you against the seer hits of wind. Your arms wrapped tightly around his waist and forehead resting on his back as the night played in your head like a movie.

“I didn't put up with you all these days only for you to chicken out and stop me from getting my fun.” was what he said. You wonder if everything was fake. From him being interested in the same subject as you to the same food. All the times he called you late into the night only to hear your voice to getting you coffee every morning. Maybe, everything was fake.Your arms tightened around his waist, the only source of comfort for you, now and forever.

Sukuna’s apartment building, which turned into your hideout over the years, came in the. Sukuna parked his bike in the underground garage. You didn’t feel like moving but still reluctantly got down from the bike, followed by Sukuna. He led you to the elevator and then to his apartment on the 17th floor.

You found yourself sitting on the gray couch in the living room as Sukuna rummaged through the fridge, “Want something to drink.”

“Anything will do.” You replied as you fidgeted with the blanket on your lap.

Sukuna came back to the living room, placing a can of matcha milk shake as he settled on the couch beside you with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. You picked up the can, taking sips of your drink.

The two of you sat in silence for a long time. Sukuna was bad with words, comforting someone was not his forte but that's what you liked. The comforting silence with him. He let you pick what wanted to do instead of forcing.

It was a quarter till an hour when all your resolve broke and a waterfall of tears ran down your cheeks without break, painful sobbs erupting from your heart. Sukuna silently pulled your head in his chest, his hand running through your head in gentle strokes.

You let all the agony out that you had been holding inside since the moment you went to Ryle’s house. You felt used, as if you are nothing worth other than your body. All the lies of Ryle kept floating in your mind.

“God! I'm so stupid.” You almost whimpered saying those words.

His hand stopped midway in your hair before resuming, “Stop, cry all you want but don't you dare degrade yourself for a lowlife like him.”

“I don't know what to do. Today was supposed to be so special but it turned into a disaster all because I'm such a coward.” Your voice trembled with each word.

“I said stop.” Sukuna held your shoulders and pushed you away from him. You saw an unexplainable fury in his eyes that you knew wasn't directed towards you.

His eyes softened as they stared at your watery ones, “Ai, stop. These things don't happen like that. I know I should be the last one to say this but..”

He cupped your cheeks, bringing your face closer, “Sex is not something to be rushed. If you had gone on with him then I know damn well he would have hurt you. That prick would have made you hate sex or any kind of intimacy.”

You stared into his eyes, heart throbbing because of the intensity in his eyes and the utter sincerity in his voice. It made you want to cry even more because—

“Why couldn't it be you? Gosh! I wish it was you. But it's not possible.” You were about to break into another fit of cry but his next words shocked you to core.

“Do you want me to be? You know……. I'll do anything if you tell me, Ai. Anything.” His thumb on your cheek rubbed back and forth, letting you know he was okay with any decision you make.

You wanted to believe that Sukuna uttered those words as a dear friend of you but the look in his eyes made it so hard to not see the obvious meaning behind his words.

“What?” Your voice barely escaped, a mix of disbelief and vulnerability. You tried to pull away, but Sukuna's hands held you firmly in place, his eyes unwavering.

“We can take things slow. Or you can take the lead. Do whatever you want, I won't say a word.” Words sprouted out of his mouth like an indomitable waterfall and it made him want to slam his head on the wall and black out if he could just stop his damn mouth.

Maybe it was the desperation that was increasing day by day, when he knew he would give you the world if you asked but it's not him that you chose. It was that lowlife jerk who only ever thought with his dick. Sukuna resented those days when you used to talk about him with stars in your eyes, completely oblivious to the turmoil in his heart. His heart ached like hell.

The words hung in the air, the tension between the two of you shifting. The world outside his apartment seemed to stop as you processed what he had just said. Your heart hammered in your chest, every inch of your body aware of how close you were to crossing a line that you had never considered before.

You swallowed hard, feeling the warmth of his body close to yours, the weight of his presence making you feel more vulnerable than you ever had before. The reality of what he was suggesting didn’t quite settle in yet. Was he serious? Was he offering something you couldn’t even allow yourself to imagine?

“I’m not saying this to confuse you,” he continued, his voice low and steady. “But I don’t want you to think you’re alone in this. Not when I’m here, not when I can help you.”

The softness of his words mixed with the roughness of his usual demeanor was enough to make you pause. You had always known Sukuna as someone who didn’t easily show affection or care. But in this moment, as he wiped the last of your tears away, his face softened in a way you had never seen before.

Your heart fluttered, an unexplainable feeling swarming your chest. You didn’t know what to say, didn’t know how to process the fact that the person who had always been there for you, who you trusted above all others, was now offering you something you couldn’t have imagined in your wildest dreams.

But then, the fear and uncertainty crept in again. You thought of Ryle, his words, his actions. You thought about the vulnerability you had felt tonight, how everything had gone wrong, and the weight of what had just happened still clung to you like a heavy burden. Could you trust anyone again? Could you trust Sukuna with something as important as this?

“I… I don’t know,” you whispered, your voice trembling once more. “This is all so much. I don’t even know what to think right now.”

Sukuna's face softened even more, and for a moment, he just held you in his arms, letting you feel the comfort of his presence. He didn’t push you. He didn’t rush you. He simply allowed you the space to breathe, to feel, to make the decision for yourself, without any pressure.

“You don’t have to decide anything right now,” Sukuna said, his voice tender. “Take your time. Just know that I’m here for you, no matter what. You don’t owe anyone anything—least of all a bastard like Ryle. Not after what he did. It's only you who matters. Not Ryle. Not me. No-one else.”

His words hit you like a wave, washing over you with a strange sense of relief. It felt like you could finally breathe again. No longer trapped by someone else’s expectations, no longer bound by the need to please or perform for someone else’s desires.

“You’re safe here,” Sukuna added quietly. “Always.”

And like all the times, you believed him. The weight of the night and everything that had happened finally caught up with you. In Sukuna's arms, surrounded by the warmth of his presence, you felt a strange sense of peace that you hadn’t experienced in hours, maybe even longer. His heartbeat was steady against your ear, the rhythm soothing you like a lullaby. Your breathing slowed, and your body relaxed in a way that felt almost foreign, as if you hadn’t allowed yourself to truly rest for so long.

Sukuna didn’t move, didn’t try to disturb you. He simply held you, his strong arms wrapped around you protectively, grounding you in the moment. There were no expectations, no words needed. It was just the two of you, sharing the silence, the comfort of each other’s presence.

And then, without even realizing it, you drifted into sleep.

In his embrace, you felt safe. Safe from the world, safe from the turmoil and confusion that had plagued your mind. You felt as though, for once, the world had stopped spinning, and you could finally breathe without the weight of everything pressing down on you.

Sukuna’s gaze softened as he looked down at you, seeing the vulnerability and exhaustion in your face as you slept. He gently adjusted you in his arms, careful not to disturb you, making sure you were as comfortable as possible. The faintest trace of a smile tugged at the corners of his lips, though it was a rare and almost imperceptible expression. He didn’t need to say anything. He knew you needed this—peace, quiet, and the reassurance that, for now, you didn’t have to face everything on your own.

As the night wore on, Sukuna stayed by your side, watching over you. The world outside seemed distant, like it no longer mattered in the face of what was unfolding between the two of you. The only thing that mattered, in that moment, was that you were safe, that you were in his arms, and that he would protect you from whatever came next.

The events of the night could wait. Right now, it was just you and him, and for once, that was enough.

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Basic Training XVIII

Peter Parker x Reader

Warnings: NON-CON, DUB-CON, mentions of MURDER/violence/kidnapping, captivity, public sex, degradation, forced pregnancy, forced marriage, stockholm syndrome, ptsd, housewife kink, cop!Peter

➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies​ | divider by @whimsicalrogers

➥ series masterlist

summary: A pit stop during a road trip ends tragically when a small town cop sets his sights on you. You’re the newest addition in a long standing fucked up family tradition.

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What had once been a great fear of yours had turned into something akin to a comfort.

The basement was a lot of things—dark, isolating, and creepy to name a few—but in the weeks that you’d been exiled to it’s suffocating walls, you slowly found solace in being left with nothing but your solitude and your thoughts. At least it felt that way. In truth, you didn’t feel much of anything at all and had grown content in that feeling.

Or lack thereof.

The days blended together until it was one long endless stretch of darkness, and it gave you so much time to think. You thought about every decision that had landed you here, all the way from your first conscious memory to that fateful day when you and your friends stopped in some seemingly unassuming town for food. If you thought about it too hard, you could feel a chill creeping over your still form.

Lingering on the day your friends were murdered threatened to put you back in that headspace you’d been in when you were first brought to this house. Your breathing would become shallow at the memory of your erratic emotions and your inability to hold your bodily fluids and the time you’d nearly lost your mind at the mere sight of blood.

You had quite literally lost your mind.

You’d been driven insane by the abuse you’d suffered and had been forced to witness, mind shattering and falling apart from the actions of the same person tasked with putting it back together in whatever manner benefited him. Peter had torn you down and built you back up like some demented caregiver and despite the fact that you knew this—recognized this—you were essentially powerless to do anything about it.

You were in too deep, this was your life now, and such a thought was both comforting and suffocating. On the one hand, you knew what was in store for you. The rest of your days were laid out before you so meticulously, a breakdown of what every single day would be like for the rest of your life. In a way…it was relieving to think that you’d never have to expend any more effort into planning a single thing about your life ever again.

…but in the same breath, that was so tragic.

The excitement of possibilities and opportunities was something you’d never feel again. You’d never have that wonder about what the next day or month or even year would bring. You briefly recalled fleeting thoughts of grad school once and possibly living abroad for a while. Peter would never allow that, and even if he wanted to, Steve would never allow him to even consider the thought.

This was your life now.

Such a simple sentence brought on far too many emotions for you to handle, and so you didn’t. Handle them, that is. You didn’t feel anything and it didn’t just start and end with the complexities of your heart. You didn’t feel the pillow beneath your head nor the thin sheets over your frame. You didn’t even feel the shift in the room when someone—no doubt Margaret or Christine—opened the door and descended the stairs to bring you food.

Surely you ate.

You were still alive, after all, but you didn’t recall eating. Truth be told, you didn’t even recall bathing or using the bathroom. If you thought long and hard about it—struggling with your memory so much that it made you frown in the darkness—you could recollect brief flashes of memories that painted a picture.

Sharon’s worried face before you as she held some orange juice in front of your face, Margaret standing in front of you in the bathroom, tone pleading as she encouraged you to empty your bladder, and even Tony and Pepper standing over your bed as Pepper said something to him, her stricken expression clear even in hazy memories.

The days and everything that happened in them blended together so seamlessly that it all started to feel like a dream. How funny it was that you once feared the basement so much it was enough to give you a panic attack, and now that you were down here you felt the calmest you’d ever felt in months. You felt unreal—untouchable even in a way—and it wasn’t long before you forgot that this wasn’t meant to be forever.

You forgot that a day would come where Peter would come down—likely with Steve in tow—and tell you that your punishment was over and you could finally rejoin him amongst the world above ground. You didn’t know how you felt about that, and you found yourself wondering if you even wanted that.

Of course, you wanted that.

You couldn’t live in darkness and solitude forever, but stepping out of this room meant going back to the problems the basement currently shielded you from. When you stepped through that threshold again, Steve and Bucky and all of the other husbands would likely still be upset with you with the mentioned being more cross than the others. You would have to step back into an atmosphere where you weren’t trusted—again—and you’d have to earn it all back…again.

You supposed you still had friends in the wives, but who was to say. Yes, you’d remained silent when you witnessed Nat escape, but you had a feeling that someone like Margaret likely wouldn’t agree with what you did. You recalled a conversation you had with her once about the needs and sanctity of the house coming first. Allowing one of the wives to escape and possibly ruin everything wasn’t exactly in line with that.

Nat didn’t seem upset with you, at all the last time you saw her, but you didn’t truly know verbatim what Peter had said to Bucky to get him to take her out of the basement. Sure, he could’ve insinuated that keeping her down here and punishing her in a harsh manner after they’d been trying for a baby wasn’t smart, but he also could have flat out said to him that according to you, Nat thinks she's pregnant.

You only wanted to save her, and while you liked to think she’d understand if she knew you told Peter, you also weren’t so sure. You weren’t sure of a lot of things anymore, and your uncertainty about so much—the result of whatever truth you thought you were living being turned upside down—made you retreat into yourself even more.

“Y/N, you need to eat something…”

The familiar voice faintly reached your ears, and as you slowly turned your head, you thought to yourself that you hadn’t even heard Margaret open the door and walk down the stairs. She was staring at you with an expression you couldn’t quite name, and it was only after some time did you register the weight in your lap.

Your gaze landed on a tray of food, and as appetizing as the toast and eggs and sausage looked, you had no desire to eat. You felt lucid for the first time in ages, and you slowly blinked before shaking your head. The words to tell her you weren’t hungry were on the tip of your tongue, but the redhead spoke before you could find your voice.

“You barely ate anything yesterday. And the day before…and the day before,” she breathed. “Steve wants to see an empty plate.”

You blinked again at that, and despite the fact that she was repeating Steve’s words, you could see her own concern in her eyes. You struggled to recall just how long you’d been down here and just how many plates you’d barely touched. You couldn’t recall, and despite the nagging at the back of your mind, you couldn’t bring yourself to want to eat.

Even so, you and Margaret knew better than anyone how Steve could be, and so you slowly reached out for a piece of toast.

“I’ll eat,” was all you said.

She seemed relieved as she left you—albeit reluctantly—and you nibbled on the bread in your hand. The taste of it on your tongue made your stomach twist, and you put the rest of it back down without thinking. You had every intention of finishing it later, but once your food was set aside, all you wanted to do was sleep.

Your sleep wasn’t dreamless, and it rarely ever was. Sometimes you dreamt of your mom and your friends and your life before Peter took you for himself like some villain. Those dreams served nothing more than to torment you, and you often woke from them with tears in your eyes, vision blurry even in the darkness.

More often than not though, you dreamt of Peter and your life here. Sometimes it was awful nightmares about Steve—and even Bucky sometimes—where his handsome face was contorted in that perpetual frown it always seemed to be in when he laid eyes on you. Only it would be so much worse.

Your brain liked to conjure up visions of him where he was absolutely murderous, and it was no secret as to why. There’d been the brief moment here and there where you wondered if Steve would just say ‘to hell’ with all of his rules and get rid of you—in the most violent and dismissive fashion—and force Peter to find a sane wife. 

A better one.

That left a bitter taste in your mouth…and you hated it.

You liked to think that the thought of Peter with someone else only upset you because you didn’t think any woman deserved to be subjected to this. You liked to think that righteously and noble of yourself, but the truth was much more demented and depraved and twisted. No woman did deserve any of this, that was true, but the thought of Peter loving someone else made your stomach churn.

You could say it until you were blue in the face that this wasn’t love—it couldn’t be—but it didn’t change how you felt. You couldn’t fathom the thought of being tossed aside and replaced, and being replaced by someone better would only add insult to the injury. It wasn’t fair that they got to break you until there was hardly anything left only to cast you aside because they didn’t like the inevitable results of their choices.

The thought made you want to be sick.

Peter would never, and you knew without a doubt that he would never, but for all that he put you through, the least he could do was remain by your side and look after you forever. Something deep within you hated him so much for what he did—the dark-haired man worse than you initially thought him to be—but a larger part, the part that had been carefully put back together by him, only wanted him to show an endless display of apologies for the rest of your days.

You deserved that.

You deserved to be free, but that was never happening, and as it were, could you even function properly if you were allowed to walk off of this property tomorrow? Your mind didn’t work the way it did before you were brought here. It had been taken apart and scrambled and replaced with one that wasn’t your doing. You feared that you would never be able to function right again, and who would want you?

Who would want you besides Peter?

You were an abused, broken, and genuinely unwell mess…and Peter loved you for it…in his own way. You could see it in his eyes whenever he looked at you that the thought of losing you would send him over the edge, and you knew you felt the same, but you were sure it was for entirely different reasons. At this point in your life…what were you without Peter?

When you weren’t dreaming of your friends and family, and when you weren’t conjuring up nightmares of a familiar blond, you were dreaming about the man who put you into this mess. Sometimes you dreamt about who he actually was and in those dreams there was no doubt about his motives and his actions and you felt the appropriate fear when staring into his eyes.

…but more often than not you dreamt about the man he manipulated you into loving. You dreamed about welcoming him home from work and kissing him and touching him. You dreamed about the days where he simply held you as you cried, conveniently ignoring that he was the reason for your tears. In this house of horrors, Peter was your safe place, and you knew that was purposely done, but again, you felt powerless to do anything about it.

It shouldn’t be that way, but your only other choice was to spend the rest of your days in torment.

“She hasn’t eaten properly in weeks,” the soft words reached your ears, and you knew they weren’t meant for you.

There was a beat of silence, and as you were slowly gripped by consciousness, you took note of the smell of food. It didn’t tempt you, and you almost turned your head away.

“Do you think it’s because of Peter?”

Jane.

You absentmindedly wondered why she was down here and not resting. You hated to think that she’d come down here just to check in on you when she should’ve been looking after herself. You felt her hand on your head.

“She hasn’t seen him in a month…and we know how she—how they can get…”

You squeezed your eyes tight at that, heart aching for the first time in forever at those words. Had it been that long already? Had you really gone a month without seeing him, talking to him, touching him? Was that the cause of this…numbness? You were sure Peter wasn’t the only factor here, but you couldn’t deny that you missed him. You weren’t used to being without him, and this was the longest you’d ever gone without being with him since you first woke up in this house.

…but you knew that this was as much of a punishment for him as it was for you.

What if he didn’t miss you at all? What if you were in hell while each day only brought him more peace not having to be around the crazy one? That thought made your heart ache more, and for a brief moment, you never wanted to see him again.

“Steve only thinks it’s been a handful of times, but she’s not eating. At first, we weren’t too alarmed, especially considering…”

You placed Margaret’s voice now as she trailed off.

“...but then every tray just went basically untouched, and she’s lost a lot of weight. I think we need to tell Steve to contact Dr. Banner.”

You recalled a familiar face with glasses and dark hair.

“She doesn’t use the bathroom every day either. She mostly sleeps,” the redhead added.

“Have you mentioned this to Peter?”

“So he can come barging down here and start a whole other thing with Steve? They’ve only just settled back into being civil with one another. If Peter finds out she’s like this…”

Margaret scoffed, and you detected the unease in her tone.

You had never thought about the aftermath that followed your punishment and how it might have affected things upstairs. You had never thought to, you supposed. You had just assumed that Peter would fall in line with what Steve wanted as usual. After all, no matter how you felt about what you’d done, the household—or more importantly the husbands—did not agree. You’d broken their rules, and rules were rules.

It had never occurred to you that this whole ordeal—and you being at the center of it—might cause friction between Peter and Steve.

You were pulled from your thoughts by the sound of your name, and you were loathed to admit that it took so much of your strength to open your eyes. Jane was as pregnant as ever and glowing, and she gave you a small smile when your gazes met.

“Do you want to try eating something today?

Her tone was light, but you detected a hint of pleading.

Your gaze shifted, and you looked at the tray of food in Margaret’s hands. You eyed it, wanting to eat for their peace of mind if nothing else, but you couldn’t bring yourself to. You swallowed, and Jane must have seen the guilt and conflict in your eyes.

“It’s okay,” she assured you. “You don’t have to.”

You didn’t miss Margaret’s look.

“We’ll leave it here, and you eat when you’re ready.”

She touched your face, and with a few lingering looks, they left you.

It wasn’t long before you dozed off again, but it wasn’t a deep sleep, and you drifted in and out of consciousness. It felt like no matter how much you slept, you just couldn’t shake the feeling of being exhausted. Exhausted, not tired. Your whole body seemed to ache, and you dreaded the moment you’d have to get up and shower.

The next time you were even halfway lucid, you felt a hand at your back and a spoon at your lips. On instinct, you turned your head away, but the person’s hand was firm.

“None of that. You need something on your stomach,” the voice was just as firm as the grip, and it was comfortingly familiar.

Your eyes widened a bit at the familiar face, and you unintentionally parted your lips, allowing her to give you a taste of broth. It took you by surprise, and you coughed a bit, but swallowed it nonetheless. Nat gave you another spoonful, and so in shock at her presence, you accepted it.

“Sharon’s supposed to be in my place…but…Steve and Bucky are at work,” she shrugged, and you couldn’t take your eyes off of her. “...and I had to see you.”

For the first time in a month or so, you felt…something. For a brief moment, your perpetual numbness had lifted, and you both spoke at the same time.

“I’m sorry.”

It was said by two different voices, but it echoed as one.

“You’re sorry…?” Confusion filled you. “Why are you sorry?”

Your voice was small and unsure, and Nat looked so like you were unused to seeing her. She was normally so strong and fierce—a great source of envy for you—but now she looked sad…and regretful.

“You felt more obligated to protect me than yourself…and had I thought for a moment that you’d see me…I never would’ve left.”

Your shoulders fell at that, and you hated that Nat felt…guilty over your predicament. Your own choices had led you here, and that was what you told her after clearing your throat.

“It doesn’t change the fact that I thought the best thing that could happen was I’d get help and we’d all leave this place…and the worst was that I’d get dragged back,” she fed you more broth. “Not once had I considered that someone else would get dragged into my mess.”

You didn’t quite know how to respond, because after all, you didn’t really agree with her. You hadn’t felt obligated to do anything. It seemed like a no brainer to you to not say that you saw her that night. It was never even a question, never even a consideration to tell Peter Nat had escaped.

You swallowed, only taking a tiny sip when she offered you another spoonful. The green-eyed woman frowned at that.

“Nat…”

The words were on the tip of your tongue, but she merely shook her head.

“Bucky was practically ready to flog me for leaving him,” she lightly said despite the severity of the topic. “When they threw me down in here, I was prepared for it. Even with my possible delicate condition.”

Your eyes met hers, and she sent you a crooked smile.

“I knew only one person could talk them out of whatever they prepared to do to me…and I knew there was only one thing you could say that would change their minds…” you bit your lip at that. “Thankfully, I thought wrong, but even if I was pregnant, I’d still understand why you did it.”

She gave a small, bitter laugh.

“I may not have agreed with it nor been the biggest supporter of that decision…but I get it,” she shrugged. “After they found out what you did, I think I was scared for you more than I’d ever been scared for anyone…and I imagine that’s what you’d felt like.”

Your gaze found the sheet on your legs.

“If I had known something that could save you too, I might’ve done the same.”

When she offered you more broth, you sadly shook your head. A look passed over her features at that, and her face fell. She set the spoon back in the bowl with a small sigh before standing.

“I had to check on you,” she told you. “They said you haven’t been eating, and I didn’t realize how bad it was…”

You noticed the way she eyed you, and you suddenly had the urge to find a mirror. She set the bowl down, and she looked unsure about it.

“I’m going to leave this here. Just in case…” she trailed off, a bout of worry crossing her features. “I’ll come check on you again when I can.”

You nodded at her words, but the shock from Nat’s presence and the few sips of broth had taken more energy than you cared to focus on, and you were already sliding back down in bed.

It took her a long time to climb the stairs and shut the door behind her.

It could’ve been days later when you heard the low timber of a voice that wasn’t wholly familiar to you. It scratched some part of your brain, but not enough for you to pinpoint where you’d heard the tone before. Unfamiliar fingers were prodding at your face and neck, and the feel had you frowning in your semi consciousness. 

The man hummed to himself.

He was speaking, but you were in and out of sleep, so you couldn’t tell—nor cared—if he was speaking to you or someone else whose presence you weren’t aware of. A voice spoke back, and both sounded so muffled and far away to you.

You felt those same fingers on other parts of your body, as well as cold metal, and the intense temperature against your warm skin made you jolt a bit. You pushed at the hand, but a voice shushed you, but it didn’t sound close enough to have the intended soothing effect. Words were exchanged again, but you were already falling back asleep.

It was a dreamless sleep, the first in a long time, and it made the passage of time feel like a blink.

A voice so hauntingly and achingly familiar to you reached your ears, and you thought you were dreaming.

“I don’t give a fuck about what Steve would’ve wanted. His wife is healthy and coherent and probably getting ready to give him another Goddamn baby,” the voice hissed, interrupting a smaller more feminine one. “She’s been like this for weeks, and no one said a word to me.”

“Peter-.”

“Dr. Banner should’ve been here weeks ago. I should’ve known about this weeks ago. I should have seen her weeks ago…!”

Sleep was pulling you back in again, and the louder the voice got, the more it started to fade. The wrathful pitch grew higher and higher but also fainter and fainter until it was gone entirely, and sleep welcomed you again.

Your mind was struggling to put pieces together, and in your sleep, you thought to yourself that those words sounded like they came from some demented doppelganger, the tone sounding so much like Peter but not at the same time. You had never heard him so angry, and a voice in your head convinced you that you dreamt it, used to a sweet disposition from your dark captor, the dichotomy of which never failed to throw you into greater mental turmoil.

When your senses came to you again, you felt stronger than you had in probably two months at this point. You weren’t entirely sure, completely confused by the passage of time. The basement smelled different, and even the bed felt different, but as you shifted, you understood why.

The numbness that you had started to find comfort in was gone, and you could feel the bed and pillows and sheets beneath you…and they felt familiar. Too familiar. They felt like home. They felt like the place where you’d spent hours in Peter’s arms and hours sleeping and hours accepting the affections of the man who’d kidnapped you.

You thought you might have conjured the feeling up, but then you inhaled, and Peter’s scent filled your nose, and you thought of the nights he’d slept here alone in your absence. The faintest of touches disturbed the back of your hand, so featherlight that you could almost ignore it, but the slight pressure in your chest wouldn’t let you.

When you opened your eyes, his face was the first thing you saw.

His hair was a little longer, a little curlier and brushing his ears, and his face was as pretty as ever, but the dark circles beneath his eyes betrayed his sleepless nights. Had you the strength to move, you would’ve reached out to touch them.

Peter was knelt beside the bed you shared and his hand was in yours and his brown eyes lit up at the sight of your own. His face shifted so suddenly and seamlessly that you would've sworn he’d been smiling at your sleeping face this entire time instead of with that pinched brow and clenched jaw you’d been initially met with.

“Hey,” he softly and slowly greeted, dragging the word out in a whisper. “...my pretty girl.”

You swallowed, blinking a few times before briefly glancing around to confirm you were where you thought you were. Your gaze caught onto the medical equipment by the bed, blinking at the bag two feet above you with unidentifiable liquid in it. You absentmindedly reached up with your free hand as you traced the direction of the tube.

“Hey, hey,” Peter softly admonished, taking your other hand too. “Don’t touch it.”

You looked down at the feeding tube going into your chest, and you felt your heart skip a beat. Confusion filled you, and you were just about to speak when Peter let one of your hands go to take your chin instead. Still in the process of escaping sleep, you could only blink at him, a million questions running through your mind that you didn’t have the capability to voice.

“You’re really weak and…you haven’t been eating,” you watched his face as he said this, and you took note of the dark shadow that passed over his features, and you thought to yourself that perhaps you hadn’t dreamt that interaction at all. “Dr. Banner gave you that because you need to eat.”

Peter appeared to get choked up, and your eyes widened a tad. Sniffing, he rose a bit to press his lips to yours, fingers brushing over your cheek.

“You need to eat, you need all your strength,” you felt his tears on your face. “...because we’re going to have a baby.”

He pulled away only enough to look into your eyes, his own looking between them as he spoke.

“My pretty girl is going to have a baby,” he whispered more to himself than you. “...and you want her to be healthy and fat, don’t you?”

His thumb brushed over your lips, but it was hard to focus on anything he said after ‘baby’.

“I need you both healthy,” he said, voice cracking, and he kissed you again. 

His arms circled around you, and you felt his wet face fall to rest against your neck and shoulder. He kissed the skin there that peeked through above the large shirt, his whispered happy words reaching your ear.

“My baby’s having a baby.”

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New WIP Sneak peek

Eren Yeager x Female Reader

You dragged your fingers down his neck and started massaging his tensed shoulder and his back.

         “Another meeting with your dad?” you received a hum in response, “Then you must be tired?”

         “Mm-hmm.”

         “Frustrated?”

         “Mmm.”

         “Should I do something…….to take off the load?”

You could feel the smirk on his face without even seeing it, “You know just the thing to relieve me, don't you?”

Gonna post tomorrow probably

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THE MOON IS BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T IT?

— Knight!Giyu Tomioka x Princess!Female Reader

Someone With Whom You Can Share Your Deepest Thoughts, Feelings, Dreams ; Your Soul Friend., Your Anam Cara, Your Tomioka.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : His fate was decided even before his birth. His fate that intertwined with yours.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Knight!Giyu, princess!reader, royal au, historical au, friends to lovers, kiss, fluff, 1.7k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // DEMON SLAYER MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE.

Knight!Giyu, whose fate was planned for him even before his birth. His fate to follow his father's footsteps. Just like his father has served the Emperor, Giyu too would protect the only princess of the empire with utmost loyalty till his last breath.

Knight!Giyu, who was a prodigy since birth. Who excelled in studies and came on top of his class. Who surpassed boys older than him sword fight without breaking a sweat.

Knight!Giyu, who met you for the first time on your tenth birthday. When right after cutting the three tier cake, your father made the boy, who was the same age as you, kneel in front of you on one of his knees. Holding your hand in both of his, he performed the vow of loyalty. He took the oath of protecting you with all his life. A kiss on the back of your hand sealed the ritual.

Knight!Giyu, who always stayed within your hearing distance, in sight or hidden, after that night. Under the supervision of an experienced knight, he followed you wherever you went. Whether it was to the playroom or to parties. Any attempt of conversation with him was always a failure, especially when most of his replies were at most two words.

Knight!Giyu, who became a silent comfort whenever things got too overwhelming on your little soul. Who sat in a corner of the playroom, your little hiding place, while you sobbed because no one in this damn palace had the time to see the drawings you had made in the arts class.

Knight!Giyu, who offered to see your drawings when he saw that your sobbs were nowhere near ending. Giyu could swear that something shifted in his heart when your eyes were filled up with thousands of stars, looking at him like he was your saviour. But his little heart was too inexperienced and naive to understand what the feeling was.

When you fell asleep after hours of explaining your drawings to Giyu and him just nodding and humming in understandment, Giyu covered your sleeping body with a fluffy lavender blanket and sat by your head, guarding you from any harm.

Knight!Giyu, who you dragged to sit with you at a tea party, surrounded by beautiful tea sets, dolls, flowers and snacks. Though Giyu didn't have any permission to have any interaction other than protecting, away from others’ presence, Giyu let you do whatever you wanted.

Giyu played along with you, having tea parties, making art, hearing your story telling and other things. If the emperor was to find out then Giyu would be in great trouble and maybe never see you again.

Knight!Giyu, with whom you developed a relationship more than just the princess & her knight. He was your friend who you held dear to your heart. He became a very important part of your daily life. One day that you didn't see him. Instead of him, it was another boy, Sabito, guarding you. That had never happened in the past three years that he was appointed as your personal knight.

His absence made you frantically look for him all over the royal palace. When you couldn't find him, you locked yourself in the playroom, refusing to come till ‘Tomioka’ didn't come back. Your act threw the palace into shambles. Servant running to spread the news. Both the emperor and empress worried sick for their daughter who had long stopped responding to their pleas.

A messenger was sent to the Giyu estate, urgently summoning Giyu. Despite Mrs. Giyu’s desperate protest against taking her severely sick to the palace, Giyu promised his mother that he would return soon.

The door of the playroom opened after the gentle pleas of Giyu to open the door. Giyu's face came into your view as soon as you opened the door. However your happiness lasted very short as you finally took in his face. Red face, teary eyes, lips taking big huffs and his slightly crouched form. Guilt swarmed in your heart. Countless apologies sprouting from your mouth with tears in your eyes. Only calming down after lots of assurance from Giyu.

Knight!Giyu, who you visited in his house everyday till he recovered and was able to come back to the palace. In the future too, whenever Giyu wasn't able to come, you visited his house. Your fixation in Giyu worried your parents, as well as his mother. A girl, none other than a princess, being so close to a man, who also happened to be her knight was quite scandalous to the upper class. Though they chucked it under as a simple crush.

Knight!Giyu, who became quite overprotective over the years. He could not even understand this feeling. Whenever he saw you, he wanted to hide you away from everyone else. His heart filled up with rage every time you cried in his arms. He also felt a sense of serenity when you both gazed at the beautiful night sky, talking about the stars, with your head tucked comfortably on his shoulder.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it?” You asked in the silence of the night.

“It is.” Giyu whispered with his eyes staring at your illuminating face.

Knight!Giyu, who agreed to teach you using a sword after days of whining and failed attempts to bribe him from you. Your parents were absolutely against the idea when you told them of your desire to learn sword fighting. So every evening when you were supposed to rest in your room, Giyu taught you the art of sword fighting.

The sword slipped from your danity fingers, landing metres away from you, with its sharp edge dug into the ground. The wall, cold against your back. Giyu's sword inches apart from your delicate neck, hovering in the air. Your attention was far away from the potential threat. The close proximity sent shivers down your spine.

He was so close, so close. Only a small movement and your lips would be on his. The thought was tempting. You could kiss him, feel him, lose yourself in him. But the thought of the next moments, the thought of losing him forever as your friend, stopped you.

“Distraction on the battlefield will only bring you to your doom, princess.” Stated your biggest doom.

Knight!Giyu, who was not very fond of the whole ‘Debutante ball’, especially when it was your coming out party. It would mean that you would officially be out to propose. Suitors would be hungry to get you into their family, not caring about you, only thinking about the weather, status and power you would bring to their family name.

Knight!Giyu, who stuck close to you throughout the party. His mood was worse than normal days as greedy eyes stared your way, making you uncomfortable and him annoyed. His menacing aura was more than enough to keep potential nobel men away from you, too scared to go anywhere near the angry dog.

It is only after his father took notice of his sons increasing irritating, thinking it to be due to his reserved personality, Mr. Giyu made Giyu take a break from the knight duty, rather forcefully, much to Giyu's dismay. Now even Giyu would not be there to keep you safe from them.

Knight!Giyu, who had been the only source of comfort to you throughout the party. In his absence, people seemed to have jump on you, asking you for a dance one after another. All the dances had the same pattern, precise and perfect, that bored you out of your mind.

Looking for the right moment, you snuck out of the party, your feets leading you to where you knew Giyu would be, the garden on the back of the castle, the most secluded place for the night. And you were right. You could see the board back is Giyu, sitting on the bench in front of the angel fountain. His raven hair flowing with the gentle breeze.

Your heels clicked on the path with each step you took, stopping right in front of Giyu, blocking his view of the full moon in the stray sky. You held up a hand in the air in front of his face.

“Dance with me……. Tomioka.”

Knight!Giyu, whose heart beat faster than the running horses with your words. A dance? With you? Oh! How he had wished every night looking at the moon, if only you knew. If only you knew the praises he had sung of you to the moon even she would feel ashamed of her beauty, for Tomioka had compared you to thousands of moons and millions of stars but still their luminescence would be like a lamp light compared to the sun.

Knight!Giyu, who held your hand in a gentle grasp as he led you to the middle of the blooming garden. One hand found its way to your waist the other kept holding on to you while your free hand found its way to his toned shoulder. With the faint music playing in the palace, you moved, on the beat, swaying with the wind. His eyes locked with yours like you were the finest creation of God.

Time passed in the blink of an eye. While your feet felt sore, your heart still wasn't content. His heart mirrored yours. He never wanted the moment to end. If he could, he would dance with you till the paradise, still never leave your hand.

Eventually, his hands engulfed your waist as yours wrapped around his slender neck. Your feet resting on his, the pain it caused was least of his concern. Your head laying on his chest, listening to his heartbeat. It gave you a peace that no one could.

Fireworks flashed in the sky. You raised your head, looking into his eyes. The adoration in them was undeniable. You don't know who leaned in first but as your lips connected, jolts of frisson ran down your whole body. It was a gentle kiss but filled with passion. You felt like you had found the missing piece of your life.

“The moon is beautiful, isn't it princess?” Giyu asked with a hushed tone, bringing a smile to your face.

“The moon is indeed beautiful, Tomioka.” you replied with an equally breathless voice.

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Warnings: DUB-CON, NON-CON, Pogue!Reader, Stepcest, Secret Relationship, Manipulation, Jealousy, Drugs, Drinking

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