#how to disappear completely and never be found

[sukunahs]

to distant lands - ch.6: fear | ryomen sukuna

pairing: ryomen sukuna x fem!reader (medieval fantasy au)

summary: ryomen sukuna, your father's favourite knight, has been assigned as your personal guard. You find that your dislike of him slowly develops into something else as he tangles himself in your life in ways you never could've expected.

word count: 14k

chapter content: 18+ mdni, smut, princess!reader, enemies to lovers, slow-burn(ish), forbidden relationship, medieval fantasy setting, protective sukuna, angst, anxiety, depression, attempted sexual assault, kidnapping, torture, broken bones, threatening, coercion, blood, loss of virginity, tit-sucking, fingering, praise kink, biting, piv

major warning for this chapter: there is attempted sexual assault in the first third of the chapter (not from sukuna ofc!).

authors note: been so excited to write and share this one with you all so I hope you enjoy! sorry this chapter ended up being sooo long I really wanted to end it at a certain scene!

series masterlist | AO3 | chapter one | previous chapter (five) | next chapter (seven) (coming soon)

It was completely dark when you awoke, and it took a few moments for your groggy mind to comprehend that your vision was obscured by a blindfold.

Fear and confusion coursed through you instantly, struggling to piece together where you  were - why you had woken up sitting upright on cold ground, rocks digging into your back and your hands bound uncomfortably behind you. 

You should be in your soft, cozy bed. Still unhappy and lamenting over Sukuna, yes. But at the very least you should’ve been unhappy and lamenting in a comfortable environment.

This was something else entirely.

As your brain finally started to wake up, the memories from the castle kitchen began to come back to you. Mahito, the scarred servant, had fed you poison. He’d tied you up and you’d passed out and now you were…wherever you were. 

And you had no idea if anyone would be able to find you. 

Hopefully they were aware of your disappearance back at the palace by now. Your quick decision to drop your necklace when Mahito was abducting you should’ve helped with that - but ultimately how would that help them locate you? You could be anywhere, they might’ve even taken you out of the Cerulean Kingdom. 

You weren’t sure how much time had passed since you’d been drugged. If it had only been a few hours then you definitely still had hope of being rescued. If it had been days…you weren’t sure you wanted to think about it. 

Sukuna would find you, right? 

You had to have faith that he would come for you. 

What else did you have? 

You found yourself freezing up as you heard voices not far from you. One of them was definitely Mahito, but you could hear two others who were totally unfamiliar to you. A man with a soft silky voice, and a woman who spoke in an odd tone. They weren’t making any effort to be quiet, their conversation booming around you - the echoey quality of their voices making you wonder if they had you in a cave. 

Unfortunately, knowing that you were in a cave was useless information - there were hundreds of caves hidden across the Cerulean Kingdom and its neighbouring countries. It did little to narrow down your location. 

“We need to get moving tonight.” The man with the silky voice said solemnly. “If we don’t get her over the border soon one of Kashimo’s men might stumble across this place.” Your heart was racing at the thought of being transported out of your country, but at least their conversation confirmed that for now you were still within Cerulean borders. 

“We can’t leave yet.” Mahito responded. “If they are searching for her out here and we’re stumbling around in the dark we’ll be caught for sure - we’ll wait for the break of dawn and cross through the mountain pass.” 

“That’s more dangerous than scrambling around at night.” The other man hissed. “It'll just give them time to catch up to us. Pack your shit - we’re leaving tonight, I’m not going to keep the King waiting.” 

The King? You supposed that the man could be referring to any one of many Kings, but considering all of the Zenin activity lately you were almost certain that he was talking about Naobito. You wondered if Naoya’s presence at the Banquet had all been part of a bigger plan to situate spies in the castle. It had worked perfectly if that was the case. 

“Nooo.” Mahito whined. “I don’t care about keeping him waiting, I’ve been working non-stop for weeks. Give me a break Kenjaku.”

There was a moment of silence, and you strained your ears a little trying to figure out what was going on. It seemed almost as if they were having some sort of stand-off, because when Mahito next spoke it was with reluctant agreement with the man he’d referred to as Kenjaku. 

“Fine! We’ll do it your way. But give me an hour or two, I did all the work getting her here so I want to play with her a bit first.” Your blood froze at Mahito’s words, a fearful shiver running down your spine. You tried to keep your breathing as even as possible, not wanting them to realise that you were awake yet. 

“She needs to be untouched.” The woman cut in. “The prince wants her for himself, he’ll execute you if you spoil her innocence.” 

There was a part of you that was very relieved by the woman’s statement, grateful that at least for the moment Mahito would have to stay away from you. But her words were also terrifying. You were certain now that they were delivering you to the Zenins - you could think of only one prince that wanted you so desperately. 

Knowing that these brutes were planning on bringing you to Naoya Zenin against your will, and the idea that if they succeeded you’d be warming his bed in no time, had bile rising into your throat. You supposed that he’d known at the banquet that you weren’t going to be offered to him willingly, and had decided to take you by force. 

“Oh, give it a rest Hanami.” Mahito snapped. “I’m not going to fuck her, maybe I’ll just make her get me off with her mouth or something.” 

Your heart dropped, and you found yourself reflexively letting out a sharp cough to try and dispel the sticky feeling of vomit gathering in your mouth, instantly regretting the way it drew attention to you. 

“Oh perfect!” Mahito exclaimed. “The little princess is awake.”

You heard footsteps approach and a moment later the blindfold was ripped from your face. No time was needed for your eyes to adjust to the light - the cave was very dimly lit, only a couple of torches lined the walls, likely to ensure that the location wasn’t easily discovered. 

Mahito was standing over you, shooting you that sinister grin that he’d flashed back in the kitchen. The sight of him made your skin crawl. You shouldn’t have been so polite to him, should’ve just told him that you wanted to be left alone and gone on with your day. Your kindness and obsession with your image as a princess had been your undoing. It was so stupid. 

You couldn’t do what you wanted in public, couldn’t be with the person you wanted to be with, and now you had to deal with being kidnapped. What was even fun about being a princess beyond getting to live in a castle? If only you’d been born as someone else, maybe none of this would be happening to you. 

“Nice sleep?” Mahito asked as he crouched down before you. You said nothing, your eyes frantically darting about over his shoulder, trying to map out your surroundings as quickly as you could. Maybe if you were clever you could find a way out - catch your captors off guard and rescue yourself. 

Your hopes were dashed at the realisation that the cave only had one narrow passage leading in and out. You were located at the back of the cavern, arms and legs firmly tied with rope, and between you and the exit stood Mahito’s two allies. 

One was a large, pale woman, covered in criminal markings not unlike Sukuna’s. She had flowers woven into her hair and a large wooden club sat at her hip. Beside her stood a tall slender man with long black hair - he bore a striking resemblance to Gojo’s adviser Geto, so similar that you would’ve easily mistaken the two of them if not for the long scar across this man’s forehead. 

“Whatcha looking at, princess?” Mahito asked, snapping his fingers in front of your face. “They ain’t gonna help you.” 

You moved your gaze to him, hair standing on end. You hadn’t wanted to jump to conclusions when you’d first encountered him in the castle, but his appearance had frightened you even back then. Now, in the dim light of the cave with you at his mercy, he was downright terrifying. He ran his tongue over his lips grotesquely as he examined you, leering at your body.

“Let me go.” You said with as much bravery as you could muster, but you couldn’t quite conceal the tremble in your tone.

Mahito laughed in your face. “Aww you want to go back home?” You said nothing as you stared back at him, knowing exactly where this conversation was going. “That’s so cute. Guys!” He whirled around to face his friends. “What do you think? Should we just let her go?”

“Mahito.” Kenjaku warned sternly, but Mahito didn’t seem to care. 

“How about this princess - I’ll untie you and I’ll give you ten seconds to start running. That’s fair isn’t it?” 

You weren’t stupid, it was obvious that there would be a catch, that if he was willing to give you a chance to escape it wouldn’t be out of the kindness of his heart, but out of a desire to play some sort of twisted game with you. 

But you had no idea if anyone was going to find you in here, at the very least if you could make it out of this cave and scream loud enough someone might be able to hear you and come to your rescue. It was better than nothing. 

“Okay. Untie me.” You said, your gaze unwavering as you met his. You were terrified, but you couldn’t let him know that. Just for now, you needed to be brave. 

“Mahito, stop.” Kenjaku spoke again, taking a few steps forward this time. “We’re not playing any games, we’re to deliver her to the Zenins as soon as possible. If we lose her it’ll be our heads on the chopping block.” 

“Don’t worry.” Mahito said with a grin. “I’m not gonna lose her. I just think it would be nice to see the light fade from her eyes when she realises she can’t escape.” 

You were burning with rage at his arrogance. What did he know about your capabilities, how was he so certain that you wouldn’t be able to escape? As long as you could make it out of the cave before he started chasing you it was all to play for. 

The two men shared a look for a moment, before Kenjaku backed down, stepping back and allowing Mahito to do as he pleased. It wasn’t clear to you what had caused him to change his mind, but you were grateful that he did - you’d take any opportunity you could get. 

Mahito turned to you and crouched down, pulling out a knife to start cutting through your bindings. “Ten seconds sweetheart, that’s all you get in this little game. And if I catch you…well, let's not ruin the surprise!” 

Your heart was hammering as he cut through the final bit of rope. You couldn’t think about failing. This had to work. You stood as quickly as you could, staggering a little as you did so, legs unaccustomed to movement after sitting for so long. Desperately you willed your feet to move, jolting forward towards the exit. 

You could do this.

But you only managed to make it a few steps before a sharp kick to your ankle had you careening to the ground, impact jolting through your wrists as you managed to get your hands out in front of you to break your fall. 

Letting out a yelp of surprise, you scrambled against the ground to try and make it back onto your feet, but you weren’t given a chance. Standing over you leisurely, Mahito brought his foot down hard onto your left ankle, laughing gleefully at the sound of the bone snapping. You screamed out in agony, nails digging into the dirt beneath you as you tried to withstand the white hot pain flooding through you.

Tears were starting to fall from your eyes as you wailed softly, the pain increasing as you tried to flex your foot. Mahito watched over you, casually counting up to ten. Realising that your opportunity was slipping away, desperation seized you and you tried crawling across the floor, making it hardly any distance before Mahito finished counting. 

He crouched down over you, digging his knee into your back and holding you in place. “You know, the Zenins wanted you unharmed, but they said that we could use force if you tried to escape - which you did.” 

Horror gripped at your chest. It had all just been a trap, a chance for him to exercise force on you. 

You felt frustrated, you should’ve anticipated this, should’ve known that he wasn’t really going to give you an opportunity to run, that this was just a means of fulfilling his sadistic desires. 

You supposed you could hold on to the hope that if they did manage to deliver you to the Zenins that perhaps Naoya would kill this man for damaging you like this through trickery - but putting any faith in the Zenins felt like a fool's folly. What you really needed was for Sukuna to find you, for him to put an end to Mahito and the others without a second thought and bring you home. 

That’s all you wanted. 

But as Mahito put more pressure on your spine, gripping your hair in his fist and yanking it so hard that pain prickled through your scalp, the hope the Sukuna would come for you and end this torture seemed harder and harder to hold onto. This was happening now, and you were powerless to stop it. 

“I’m nice, you see.” Mahito seethed against your ear, the feeling of his warm breath against your skin making your stomach turn. “So I’ll let you choose how you want to be punished.” Your body was trembling. The pain in your ankle wasn’t as intense anymore but you knew if you made any effort to move it would come back in full force. 

Allowing you to choose how you would suffer? You were certain that was a trick considering the opportunity for escape had been one. Perhaps it was better to stay silent. 

“So.” He continued. “I can break some more bones - I don’t think you’ll be able to run on that ankle anyway so maybe I’ll just break some fingers this time? See how many you can withstand before you pass out?” You let out a little mangled cry of fear. 

You didn’t want your fingers broken - the majority of hobbies available to a princess such as painting and embroidery required agile fingers, the thought of being back in your own castle or in the Zenin castle and just being a broken ornament was a terrible fate. 

“Or…” Mahito continued, noticing your reluctance at his first suggestion. “You could do something for me. I can’t take your virginity, the Zenins would kill me, but I’ve always wanted to know what it was like to fuck a princess so your mouth or ass will do.” 

Revulsion coursed through you as more tears gathered in your eyes. You despised the idea of giving up your body to this repulsive man. You’d always known that one day you’d have to sleep with someone you didn’t want to - such was the life of a princess: an arranged marriage and a duty to provide your husband with children - sex with someone you didn’t love was inevitable. 

But this was something else. This was violent desire born out of this disgusting man’s sadistic whims. There was no duty in this, only suffering at the hands of a man who had you completely at his mercy. 

If you were being honest, the only man you ever wanted to touch you was Sukuna. 

The tears were streaming freely down your face now, trying to weigh up in your head which option was worse, knowing it was an impossible decision. Yes, your fingers would heal one day, but that relied on a clean break, you’d have to trust that this man wouldn’t mangle them beyond repair. Based on how he stamped on your ankle you doubted he’d take any care when snapping your fingers. 

If you instead chose to let him fuck you, you could grit your teeth and bear it - you’d been preparing to do that for your husband for as long as you’d known what sex was. But who knew what kind of mental ramifications that would have, how much physical trauma he’d cause you. 

Besides, the thought of letting Mahito touch you filled you with an odd sense of guilt, a feeling that it was wrong to allow anyone but Sukuna near you. 

“Come on princess, make a decision or I’ll just do both.” 

You looked desperately up at the woman, Hanami. She’d spoken in favor of Mahito leaving you alone earlier, perhaps she’d put a stop to this sadistic little game he was playing with you. But as your gaze met hers she simply averted her eyes. It didn’t seem like this was the first time she’d seen Mahito do such a thing. 

Kenjaku was watching with interest. He’d been disapproving of Mahito allowing you to try and escape, but now he seemed amused by the situation, all but egging Mahito on. 

Mahito’s hand tightened in your hair, pulling you closer to him. His other hand was still gripping the knife that he cut you free with, and he brought it to your face. You let out a cry as he skimmed the tip of the blade across your cheek, before moving in closer and licking the blood from the wound. 

It was vile, the sensation of his tongue against your skin, and you tried desperately to wriggle away but his grip on your hair was far too firm. “Last chance princess, or I’ll snap all of your fingers and then fuck you.” 

With a shaky voice, you made your decision. “Please don’t break my fingers.” You whispered, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried not to think too hard about what that decision meant for you, whether it was truly the path of less pain. 

“Well done!!” He said, clapping enthusiastically as he released your hair. “I was hoping you’d choose that, I didn’t want to deal with you crying about how much your fingers hurt the whole way back to the Zenin castle.” 

You tried to keep your breathing even as Mahito removed his knee from your spine, rolling you over so that you were laying on your back and looking up at him. You winced in pain as your ankle moved against the dirt, confident that the bone had been well and truly shattered. 

Mahito admired you, crouching down with his knees positioned on either side of your hips. His cold hand reached out and brushed your face almost tenderly, tracing your features with an unsettling smirk.  

“You really are a different class of woman.” He said. “I always heard that royalty were special, different to commoners. I always thought it was bullshit, but looking at your pretty face…maybe they’re right.” 

You looked up at him blankly, offering no reaction. You didn’t really feel special, or better than anyone else. You had more dresses, more physical things, more people admiring you - but that was just through luck of your birth. You didn’t believe that your beauty was any greater than anyone else's, and even if it was, right now it felt like more of a curse than a blessing. 

“Can’t wait to brag about what it's like to take a princess.” He snarled, tearing apart the front of your dress and exposing your undergarments to him. You bit down on your lip, not wanting to make any sound, certain that he’d enjoy this much more if you gave him a reaction. But you couldn’t quite stop the tears from rolling down your cheeks. 

Closing your eyes once more, you tried to drift away, to imagine that the hands brushing against your skin were Sukuna’s, to pretend that you were back in your own room, in your own bed, with him beside you. 

Mahito’s hands moved to your undergarments, starting to tear at the lace and you braced yourself to be fully exposed to him. 

But before he could pull the fabric apart his hands suddenly stilled. He made an odd gulping sound and you tentatively opened your eyes at the feeling of a hot liquid dripping onto your face. 

Your eyes flew wide open at the sight above you, Mahito with a knife embedded in his neck, blood flowing freely around the metal of the weapon. You scrambled away desperately, trying to ignore the pain in your ankle at each agonising movement. Your ears were ringing, and there was a distant sound of clashing blades behind you. 

As you turned around to take a look, you found yourself flooded with relief. 

Sukuna. 

Your Knight was here. He looked terrifying, the expression on his face was cruel and merciless, his red eyes cold and filled with anger. Blood covered his longsword as he shoved it straight through Hanami’s chest, withdrawing it in an instant as he turned to the other man. 

This was a less easy fight, Kenjaku was a little more prepared than his ally had been, drawing his sword and sparring with Sukuna. But you knew it wouldn’t be enough. Sukuna was a force to be reckoned with, as long as he was here you were safe. 

Mahito, despite the throwing knife lodged in his neck, was miraculously still standing. His face contorted with rage, he began to stagger over towards you while Sukuna was still preoccupied with Kenjaku. You made your best effort to crawl away, but Mahito was a man on a mission, and just as Sukuna embedded his blade into Kenjaku’s throat, Mahito grabbed you, pressing his own knife up against your neck. 

He’d yanked you forcefully up to your feet, and you let out a scream at the blinding pain that shot through your left ankle. That caught Sukuna’s attention, eyes instantly drawn to you, a flicker of anxiety crossing his face before his expression hardened, focussing on Mahito behind you. 

“Stop.” Mahito sputtered out. More blood spilt from the wound on his neck as he spoke - he couldn’t have long left to live, but that didn’t mean it wasn’t enough time for him to hurt you. Your body froze as you looked desperately at Sukuna. 

Sukuna was standing between Mahito’s two dead comrades. He was completely still, his armor and cloak covered in blood and his expression lethal. In that moment, even you felt scared of him - more grateful than anything that you weren’t the subject of his ire, that his rage was on your behalf. 

Mahito showed him no fear. Despite all of the odds being stacked against him, he stood strong behind you, pressing the blade a little harder into your neck, small beads of blood appearing against the metal.

“I’ll kill her.” Mahito rasped, forbidding Sukuna to come any closer. 

Sukuna paused, clearly considering what to do. His red gaze flickered over you, worry evident in his expression and it made your heart leap with need. He was so close, right there across the cave. He was here. 

Even through all the fear, even with the blade at your neck, with Sukuna standing so nearby you felt safe. You trusted that he’d keep you protected - no matter what. Now that he’d found you there was no way that he would let Mahito stand in his way, you’d be going home with him.

“Princess.” Sukuna spoke softly, his eyes fixed on you, as though Mahito didn’t exist. “Stay still, okay?” You did as asked, body frozen as Sukuna rushed forward, his blade braced and ready to strike. 

At his approach, Mahito pressed the blade harder into your neck, more blood spilling from the shallow cut. But before he could cause any fatal damage, Sukuna’s blade was meeting his neck, cutting a deep gash into the skin and knocking Mahito down to the ground. The scarred man’s knife skittering across the floor. 

Without Mahito holding you up, you collapsed into the dirt, bringing your hand up to the wound on your neck as you watched Sukuna pounce on Mahito. Your Knight had the man pinned to the ground, and by the sheer amount of blood that was gushing from Mahito’s neck you were confident that his wounds were already fatal. 

But that didn’t seem to be enough for Sukuna. 

Switching his grip on his longsword he brought the pommel of it down on Mahito’s face, the force behind the strike creating a sickening thud as it made impact with the man’s nose. Sukuna brought his sword back once more and struck him again, and again, hitting him ceaselessly until Mahito’s screams finally stopped and his body stilled, his face completely unrecognisable.

Sukuna stilled for a moment, breathing heavily and staring down at the man, wiping at the blood that had splattered up against his face before spitting on Mahito’s corpse.

You were frozen, captivated by the scene before you. It felt like you should’ve been disgusted by what you’d just seen, unnerved by the severe display of brutality that Sukuna had just put on for you. But you weren’t. You felt nothing but relief, perhaps even awe at the lengths that Sukuna would go to protect you. 

Mahito had deserved to suffer, and Sukuna had made that a reality. You were more grateful than anything that he’d made it hurt, that he’d let you watch. 

Sukuna turned to look at you, and slowly you dropped your hand from the wound on your neck, feeling suddenly uncertain under his gaze, at a total loss on how to react. You tried opening your mouth to speak, but found that only sobs escaped you, fresh tears springing to your eyes as the weight of what you’d just encountered caught up to you. 

Eyes softening at the sight of you, Sukuna sheathed his sword and approached, kneeling down in front of you. His expression was concerned as he took in your appearance, eyes darting from the shallow wounds on your face and neck, to your ripped dress, and down to your misshapen ankle. 

“Are you okay, princess?” He asked gently, his worry palpable, as though his fear at your disappearance had been just as heavy as your own fear that he wouldn’t find you.  

You shook your head pathetically, shuffling towards him and burying your face in his chest, clinging to him desperately as you cried, desperately seeking out the comforting warmth of his body. He didn’t hesitate to wrap his arms around you, pulling your smaller body close to him and gently petting your hair as he let you sob in his arms. 

“It's okay.” He whispered. “I’ve got you. You’re safe with me.” He was rubbing comforting circles into your skin with the hand that was secured around your waist, and the soothing motion of his other hand in your hair had your heart rate calming down a little. 

It was okay, you were secure, he was here now. Mahito was dead, he couldn’t hurt you anymore. But you couldn’t stop crying, couldn’t find any words to interact with Sukuna - the fear and adrenaline rushing through you was too great. He seemed to understand your condition, because he held you close for a while longer, letting you bask in his warmth. 

Or perhaps he just didn’t want to let you go either. 

“We need to get you out of here, angel.” He spoke finally, unaware of what that term of endearment was doing to your heart. “There might be others in their group, and we need to do something about that ankle.” His voice wavered a bit as he said that, a guilty look crossing his face for a moment. 

You nodded, still unable to find your voice, reluctantly pulling away from him.

He let you go for a moment, quickly searching the cave and the bodies for anything of interest. You imagined that he wanted evidence on who was behind this, even if you were already very familiar with who the culprits were. 

Taking a quick look at your ankle, he seemed to decide that he wasn’t happy to move you without attending to it. He grabbed some rags from your captor’s bags and tenderly wrapped the fabric around your ankle, making sure it stayed firmly in place. You weren’t sure what difference it would make - you wouldn’t be able to walk on it whether it was bandaged or not, but you trusted Sukuna enough to let him do whatever he wanted. 

Once he was satisfied, he carefully scooped you up into his arms, holding you close against his chest, making sure to move slowly and precisely to avoid knocking your ankle against the wall as he walked through the passage towards the exit. 

His eyes kept flickering down to you, as though checking that you were still real and breathing, evidently concerned by your lack of vocal response, but unwilling to push you right now. 

You needed to get away from here first. 

—

Sukuna placed you on his horse that was stationed outside the cave, propping you up in front of him as he mounted the creature, pulling you back against his chest as he grabbed the reins. He let out a sharp whistle and one of your father’s hunting dogs appeared from the trees, running along beside you as Sukuna spurred the horse on. 

“He helped me track you.” He explained, as he noticed you looking down at the dog. “Got him to smell some of your clothes and he led me right to you.” Sukuna paused for a moment. “It was smart that you dropped the necklace, it might’ve taken us a few more hours to realise what had happened without that…” 

The way that his sentence trailed off made it very clear what those extra hours would’ve meant. Mahito would’ve had his way with you, and perhaps they would’ve even gotten you over the border. 

You’d been extremely lucky. 

The two of you rode for a while, and you found yourself drifting in and out of sleep, finding great solace in the warmth of Sukuna’s body behind you, letting the tension flow out of you and allowing your subconscious take over, struggling to separate dream from reality until Sukuna finally brought his horse to a stop a couple of hours after he’d rescued you. 

You assumed that it had still been the evening when he’d come to your rescue, because the sky seemed even darker now, especially under the cover of the forest. You’d expected Sukuna to take you directly back to the castle, but you must’ve been taken further from the palace than you’d expected.

Before you stood a rustic looking hut. A nice homely looking place similar to those that hunters would use for refuge when out deep in the forest. Sukuna dismounted, leaving you on the horse for a moment while he approached the hut, unlocking the door and disappearing inside for a few seconds before coming back out to lift you down from the horse. 

He carried you carefully inside and placed you down on a soft bed in the corner of the single-room cabin. You couldn’t see anything through the darkness, and Sukuna firmly told you to stay put while he tied up the animals and went to retrieve firewood from the porch. 

It took him no time at all to get a fire going, which gave you a chance to examine your surroundings. It was a lovely, cozy room - filled with animal skin blankets and rugs, with beautifully crafted wooden furniture in every corner of the room. The bed that you were on was particularly lovely, one of the comfiest that you’d ever laid upon. 

Or perhaps, you were just really tired. 

“This is my place.” Sukuna explained, noticing the way you were looking around. “Your father gave me lots of land after the war as a reward for my service. I come out here to hunt sometimes, or if I just want to be alone.” 

You tried giving him a tired smile, but you weren’t sure that it was actually showing on your face by the way that his eyebrows knitted together with concern. He stood up, satisfied that the fire was roaring, and moved over to the bed, taking a seat on the furs. 

“Can you talk to me, princess? I’m worried about you.” There was a great deal of fear evident in his tone, and it made your heart ache. 

You were quiet for a moment, as you tried to find the strength to speak. 

“You found me.” Your voice came out small and meek, but Sukuna still managed to hear you.

“I did. I promised that I’d always look after you.” He offered you a gentle smile, the relief in his eyes making it clear just how desperate he’d been to hear you speak. 

“Thank you. I thought that he was going to– uh-” You couldn’t even find the will to say the next few words, the reality of the situation too unpleasant for you to bear. But it was clear that Sukuna understood your meaning just fine. He reached out and placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, softly running his fingers over your exposed skin. 

You’d hardly acknowledged that your dress had been ripped to shreds, that you were really just in your undergarments before him, and you suddenly felt a little shy. It was a different sense of embarrassment than how you’d felt when Mahito was stripping you, this was more akin to butterflies in your stomach. It was much more pleasant. 

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. “I failed you. I should’ve been with you in the castle, this never should’ve happened.” 

“You’re here now. You kept me safe.” Sukuna winced at your words as he pulled back a little, your skin feeling suddenly cold at the absence of his touch. His eyes were fixed on your damaged ankle - it was clear that guilt was eating away at him as he moved one hand to his disheveled hair, running his fingers carefully through it and sighing. 

“I let you get hurt. You were scared, all because I couldn’t keep my feelings in check long enough to protect you properly.” 

“It's not your fault.” You didn’t like seeing Sukuna like this, didn’t want him to blame himself. 

It wasn't his fault that he couldn’t have you, that the two of you had ended up in this situation where he needed space to avoid causing problems for both of you. You got it, you really did. It hurt more than anything, especially now that you were finally talking again after weeks of avoidance, but it would never be his fault. 

These were the roles you had to play. The timing of your kidnapping just happened to be massively unfortunate. 

“Oh stop, princess.” He said coldly. “I hate it when you do this, when you treat me like I’m just some other commoner that you have to be kind to for the sake of your image. You should hate me for how I’ve been treating you lately, and you should absolutely despise me for allowing you to get kidnapped, for putting you in the position where that asshole had his hands on you.” 

Your lower lip started to tremble at his words. You were too tired and confused to fight him, to give him what he wanted. If he’d prodded at you like this back when he first became your Knight you would’ve risen to it, would’ve yelled at him, but right now you just didn’t have the energy and your yearning for him was so great that you desperately didn’t want to push him away. 

Not when this was the most attention you’d gotten from him in weeks. 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered. “I don’t know what else to do. I don’t hate you at all, I don’t think I’m capable of that anymore.” Sukuna’s eyes widened in surprise at your words. “All I could think about when I was in there was how much I wanted you to rescue me. How much I believed you would rescue me. And you did.”

You lowered your head for a moment, finding it hard to look him in the eyes as you found your next words, feeling a little uncomfortable at the realisation of how vulnerable you were right now, your emotions running haywire after the evening that you’d had. 

Tears were dripping down your cheeks, and you kept your eyes firmly trained on your hands clasped in your lap as you spoke. “I like you Sukuna. I like you so much that it hurts. I know that you don’t want to take the risk, I get it, I forgive you and I don’t hate you, I’m never going to hate you.” Your voice was trembling, and you desperately started to wipe at your face with your hands, trying to slow the tears which seemed to just keep falling. 

It hurt, to say it all out loud, to admit to him what you really wanted. It was sharper than a wordless kiss in the night, much more of an open wound - a vulnerability which would lead to a far more stinging rejection. You couldn’t look at him, wouldn’t be able to bear it if you raised your head and saw pity on his face. 

“But it doesn’t matter anyway.” You said quickly, desperate not to hear him turn you down. “I’m just happy that you came to rescue me because I was so fucking scared. You don’t have to like me back like that, I get it, I can be happy just going back to the way we were, I’m sorry I made it complicated.” 

You moved to continue your rambling, words practically pouring out of your mouth at this point. But before you could say anything further his hands were on your face, softly wiping tears away with his thumb before leaning in closer, gently planting kisses on your cheeks and forehead, before tilting your chin up and kissing you sweetly on the lips. 

The sensation took your breath away, and your eyes were wide in surprise at the feeling of his soft lips against yours. For a moment you kissed him back, forgetting all of your strife and sinking into him. 

Before memories of that night in the garden came flooding back and you pulled away, unwilling to experience the same hurt as the last time this happened. 

His red eyes were examining you carefully as you moved back, his gaze filled with desire, and it took all of your willpower not to lean back in and kiss him again. It was unfair how beautiful he was. 

“We can’t.” You rasped. “You said we can’t.” 

He was being unfair. 

“You’re right.” He said softly. He was quiet for a moment, and it felt like the silence in the room was pressing down on you. “But you have no idea just how badly I want you.” He confessed. 

You could feel more tears gathering in your eyes. That was exactly what you wanted to hear, but somehow all you felt was pain. He wanted you as much as you wanted him but it meant nothing. It didn’t change anything. This kidnapping attempt might gain you enough pity from your father to delay your betrothal but you would eventually be married to one of those many suitors, it was inevitable. 

Sukuna’s confession meant nothing, and that hurt.

“So you’re just going to keep avoiding me until you don’t want me anymore?” You asked defeatedly. You weren’t sure that your heart could take much more of his presence or his absence. No matter which way you looked it felt like heartbreak. 

“No.” He hesitated for a moment, seemingly deep in thought before letting out a deep sigh of defeat. “I was going to suggest that we just give in.” 

You looked up at him in surprise, his suggestion completely throwing you for a loop. In every scenario that you had considered the two of you never even tried to be together - either Sukuna disappeared entirely from your life or he went back to just being your guard, without any of this weird tension. Sukuna had always seemed to draw the line on this issue, making it clear that being together wasn’t an option in any form. 

Because really it wasn’t - not publicly at least. 

“What?” You asked. 

“I’m sick of pretending, I’m sick of seeing you mope around the castle like some kicked puppy because of me, especially when I want to be with you anyway - it’s so fucking stupid.” Your heart was racing at where he was going with this, a glimmer of hope igniting itself in your chest. 

His hand reached for yours, tenderly running his fingers over your knuckles for a moment before continuing. “If you want me, if you really want me, we can do this.”

You felt like you needed to pinch yourself, as though you were caught in some dream that you’d awaken from in a few moments in more despair than ever. 

This was real. 

There was a vulnerable look on Sukuna’s face, an uncertainty that you weren’t familiar with him showing - as though he thought you’d turn him down on this just like you’d pulled away from the kiss. It was the same uncertainty that had plagued your mind for weeks, a lack of confidence that the other person truly felt the same way, the feeling that rejection was imminent. 

Maybe Sukuna wasn’t quite as good at reading you as you’d thought, because how could he believe even for a second that you’d turn him down?

“What about my father?” You asked cautiously, glancing up at him, trying your best not to look too giddy at the thought of being with him. 

Sukuna shrugged, trying to act nonchalant but it was clear that the lack of instant rejection from you had done a lot to ease his tension. “We’d have to keep this secret - that’s the cost of all this. It’ll suck but you’re worth it for me.” The way that he was looking at you so tenderly had your heart skipping.

You wondered if there was any way that you could convince your father to allow you to marry Sukuna, but you came up short - he was no noble after all. Perhaps you’d at least be able to stall your father on getting you married, so that you and Sukuna could have more time to figure out a plan on how to be together. 

“If we get caught, he’ll kill you.” You whispered.

“I know that, princess.” Sukuna said with a sigh. “I just don’t think I care anymore. When you got taken all I could think about was how much I regretted not holding on to you. I’m not making the same mistake twice.” 

Anxiety twisted in your stomach, knowing what this would mean. You’d be defying your duty as a princess, just as he’d be going against his as a Knight. It would put you both at risk - forever. 

But that was another day’s problem. For now you were exhausted and you’d just been offered everything you’d ever wanted from Sukuna. Future problems aside, there was no way that you were going to throw away this opportunity. The troublesome side of it could wait, you could figure it out together. 

For now you just wanted to give in. 

Sukuna’s gaze was flitting over you, evidently impatient to hear what you had to say to his proposal. “Okay.” You whispered softly. “I want you. I really really really want you.” You were gazing up at him adoringly, and a satisfied smile crossed his lips. 

“Hopefully you won’t regret those words princess, because I’m never letting you go.” He said, before capturing your lips in a deep kiss, one of his hands finding its way around your waist while the other slid around the back of your neck, pulling you close against him. 

You leant into his kiss, your hands finding their way to his back, clinging to him desperately. He felt so warm, it was comforting to have him pressed up against you. Even though you’d only kissed once before tonight, it felt so familiar for you to be close to him like this, as though it was where you belonged. 

His tongue flicked lightly at your lips, and you opened your mouth for him, allowing him to deepen the kiss. You felt a little shy as he did so, worried that your inexperience kissing might put him off - but he didn’t seem to mind, taking the lead as he moved his tongue against yours, his hand moving to rake gently through your hair. 

Your heart felt like it was going to burst out of its ribcage, and as you both pulled back for air the sheer amount of butterflies in your stomach had you shaking. He was grinning at you boyishly, his red eyes filled with desire and you realised that you’d never felt this wanted before. 

Sure, you’d had suitor after suitor thrown your way throughout your life, and had experienced plenty of men like Naoya and Mahito leer at you as though you were some pretty object that they could own. 

But the way that Sukuna was looking at you right now was different to anything you’d ever experienced. 

He knew you beyond just the surface. He’d truly seen you, had unravelled you as a person beyond just you as a princess, had seen your sadness and the traits that you hated most about yourself, had seen you be everything but perfect and sophisticated and he was still looking at you like that, like you held his whole heart in your hands. 

“You’re so pretty, baby.” Your eyes widened a little at the new nickname, unprepared for such a compliment. You didn’t feel pretty right now, with your clothes dirty and torn, and a fresh wound across your cheek. But the fact that he thought it, even with you in this state of disarray, had your stomach doing somersaults. 

“Thanks.” You squeaked out, feeling suddenly shy as you glanced down. You’d been putting so much of your focus on yearning for him that now that it was actually happening you were suddenly hyper-aware of how out of depth you were when it came to men. The kiss had been impulsive, it was easy to just react to what he was doing. 

But what would come next? 

The compliment alone had your brain running haywire, and the thought that the two of you could now do something more than kissing had you ready to explode with anxiety and anticipation. 

Because even for all the reading of your smutty book, you had no real idea of how all of that stuff worked. 

Sukuna, in his ever-perceptive way, seemed to catch on to your train of thought instantly, letting out a soft chuckle and tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. “Already overthinking everything, princess?” He asked. 

“I- sorry, it's just- I feel like I might end up being a disappointment to you…”

He tilted his head in question, his expression a little humorous, evidently finding your nervousness amusing. “Oh? How so?” 

“You’ve been with lots of women right?” The words tumbled out quickly. “I heard lots of rumors about it…and I don’t really have any experience with relationships in general, and also with uh- you know…” You trailed off and hoped he wouldn’t ask you to elaborate any further, the embarrassment at the thought of spelling out to him that you didn’t know anything about sex was way too great. 

The big grin that had been spreading across his face as you spoke was infuriating, he’d always loved taking pleasure in your humiliation. “I don’t know, you’re going to have to enlighten me.” He teased. 

You glared at him, cheeks burning bright red. “Please don’t make me.” You begged. 

“Aw come on baby, use your words for me.” His eyes were glinting with mischief. 

“I don’t know anything about sex.” You lowered your voice a little, practically whispering the final word to try and spare yourself the embarrassment. 

He laughed, ruffling your hair softly. “Good girl.” He praised, those words mixed together with his low tone had your stomach twisting itself in knots, a needy sensation pulsing through your body. 

“To answer your question.” He continued. “Yeah, I’ve been with a lot of women, but only ever for sex. Generally it would be a one-night only type of thing, so my experience with relationships isn’t particularly better than yours anyway.” 

“Oh.” You weren’t sure if that came as a surprise to you or not, but in a selfish sort of way it made you feel good - special even, that he’d chosen you. 

“And yeah, I’m much more experienced with sex than you, but I don’t think that’s a bad thing.”

“It's not?” You asked innocently. You couldn’t imagine that being with someone who didn’t really know what they were doing would be better than being with someone who did. 

“No.” He said with a smile. “I can teach you everything you need to know. Besides, I like the idea of being the only person who’s seen you like that, it makes me feel like you’re really mine.” You blushed, feeling warm at that idea, more grateful than ever that Sukuna had managed to rescue you from Mahito before that disgusting man could do anything to you.

The nagging thought that you could never really just be his wormed its way into your head, but you pushed it away quickly. 

A bridge to cross when you come to it. 

“I think,” Sukuna continued, “that you don’t quite understand how much I like you. I know what your experience is and I couldn’t care less, I just want you.” 

You nodded, but as desperately as you wanted him too you could feel uncertainty blooming in your chest at the thought of him taking your virginity. He was the man that you wanted to do it, there was no question in your mind about that, but if you were going to be married in the future, if you and Sukuna couldn’t find a way to avoid that, would your new husband know that you’d been tainted? 

Could it give the whole game away and lead to Sukuna’s execution?

Sukuna seemed to notice the worry in your eyes, because he was hasty to put you at ease. “We don’t have to do anything that you don’t want to, there's no rush to do anything right now.” He promised. “We can take things as slow as you like, after what Mahito tried doing to you I wouldn’t be surprised if you were scared-” 

“It's not that.” You interrupted. If anything, what had happened with Mahito made you more enthusiastic to lay with Sukuna, to let the object of your desire have his way with you and claim you as his before some horrible fate could befall you first. The thought that Mahito was almost the first man to be with you made you feel sick. 

“Then what is it, baby?” He asked. 

“It's just- a princess’s virginity is just seen as this sacred thing. My whole value is dictated around me being pure, that’s what any suitor would expect from me. If they find out that I’m not and they put two and two together they could execute you, Sukuna.” 

“That’s a risk I’m prepared to take for you, princess.” Sukuna said solemnly, the hand that he had gripped around your waist moving slowly up and down your side. “But we don’t have to do anything, I can leave your innocence intact if that’s what you want, I’m not going to push you into anything.” 

You were quiet for a moment, basking in the feeling of Sukuna’s fingers moving against your waist. It felt so good, having this conversation with him, him freely touching you like this - even with all the worries that would come with your situation, he was what you really wanted and he was right here in front of you. 

“I want you to take my virginity.” You said finally, looking up at him. His expression was surprised, as though he wasn’t expecting you to make a decision right away. 

“Okay, princess.” He said after a beat of silence. “If that’s really what you want, once we get back to the castle-” 

“I meant right now.” Your tone was firm, your gaze unwavering as your eyes fixed on his red ones. That really caught him off guard, pink eyebrows raising in surprise as he removed his hand from your waist and ran it through his hair. 

“You’re not thinking straight, princess - you’ve just been through a lot of trauma, I don’t want to take advantage of you being scared and confused.” He responded. Your heart swelled at the care that he displayed for you, how gentle he was capable of being when it was the two of you despite the gruff nature that he displayed with everyone else. 

This legendary Knight, who you’d just wanted brutally murder three people, was flustered about the idea of laying with you, about the idea of potentially hurting you.

“My head’s never been clearer, Sukuna.” You spoke softly. “Please, I’ve had the world’s worst day, and I want you so much that it hurts.” 

You peered up at him, your eyes filled with need and desire, and you could see his resistance crumbling. He wanted you just as badly as you wanted him. 

“You’re really hard to say no to sometimes, princess.” He grumbled as both his hands found their way to your waist, very gently pushing you to lay back on the mattress, careful to avoid nudging or moving your injured ankle as he clambered on top of you. With his knees on either side of your smaller body, he leaned in close, his nose brushing against yours. “Always looking up at me with that cute little pout, you drive me fucking insane.” 

His lips met yours once more in a gentle kiss, pressing his chest against yours and taking his time exploring your mouth before pulling back for a moment. “I’ll give you what you want, baby.” He promised. “But please tell me to stop if you change your mind, I don’t want to hurt something so precious to me.” 

You nodded before craning your head up to kiss him once more, your hands snaking behind his head and into his pink hair, pulling him closer. It felt nice to finally touch his hair, it always looked so soft, and you’d spent plenty of time wondering how it would feel to have your fingers tangled in it. Sukuna groaned softly against your mouth as you played with the strands, clearly enjoying the feeling of your touch. 

Slowly, his hands slid up your sides, making their way to the front of your ripped dress. Goosebumps started to rise as his fingers brushed against your bare skin for a moment before starting to undress you. He pulled back from the kiss as he slid your tattered dress down your body, leaving you only in your undergarments.

He leant down and brought his lips to your neck, kissing and nipping gently against the exposed skin. It was a feeling like nothing you’d ever experienced before, leaving you squirming against his body as he left a trail of hot kisses against your skin. 

“Fuck princess, keep pressing yourself up against me like that and I’m not going to be able to hold back.” 

“I don’t want you to hold back.” You pouted. 

Chuckling softly, his hands found the straps of your undergarments, removing the lacy material from your body in a swift, practiced motion. 

A shy, anxious feeling settled into your stomach as the fabric covering you disappeared, leaving you completely naked beneath him. No one outside of your handmaids throughout the years had ever seen your bare form. He was the first man to ever lay eyes on you like this. It was exposing, vulnerable, nerve-wracking even at the thought that he might not like what he sees. 

Sukuna sat back for a moment, eyes sweeping over your naked body. You found yourself moving to cover your breasts with your arms, uncertainty weighing heavily on you. Sukuna caught your wrists before you could conceal yourself, easily holding your arms out of the way so he could properly admire you. 

“You’re beautiful.” He said breathlessly, his hands releasing their grip on your wrists and moving to your waist, fingers running along your exposed skin all the way up to your breasts. He shot you a quick look to check for any discomfort before gripping at your breasts softly with his hands, squeezing gently and running his thumbs over the peaked buds, watching with fascination as you jolted and whimpered at the new sensation. 

It felt so good to have him touch you there, you felt so sensitive - every gentle touch sent pulsing desire straight between your legs, the wetness growing significantly with Sukuna’s unwavering attention. 

“Does that feel nice, baby?” He asked. 

“Mhmmm.” You let out a contented little sigh, blinking up at him innocently. He looked so pretty above you, and the feeling of his calloused hands against your breasts was practically driving you crazy. You couldn’t believe that this was really happening. 

Your eyes trailed down his body. He’d taken off his armor when he’d entered the hut, leaving him in his simple black tunic and trousers. You reached up and tugged at the fabric needily, imploring him to take it off. “What?” He asked teasingly, fingers still slowly massaging your breasts. 

“Take this off.” You mumbled impatiently, gripping more tightly at the cloth. 

“So bossy.” He said with a little laugh, but complied easily, pulling the tunic over his head and discarding it across the room. The sight of his bare chest had you gasping - his body was gorgeous, so perfectly chiseled with his dark tattoos running all over his skin. Fascinated by his muscles, you found yourself running your hands over his abs, enjoying the warmth of his body beneath your fingers. 

“See something you like?” He asked, an amused expression on his handsome face. 

“Obviously.” You grumbled, refusing to entertain his teasing. He watched you trace the lines of his tattoos down his chest for a moment longer before pulling back and discarding his trousers, leaving him in only his undergarments. Your eyes went straight down to the final piece of fabric covering him, a deep red blush filling your face at the sight of the large bulge between his legs. 

You were quick to look away. It was silly, to feel embarrassed to look, but you’d never seen a man like that before - it felt wrong, scandalous even. 

Sukuna said nothing, leaning back over you. His fingers pinched firmly at your nipple, causing you to arch your back in pleasure before he moved down to start kissing along your chest, trailing open mouth kisses across one of your breasts until he reached your nipple, teasing the peaked bud with his tongue for a moment before taking it into his mouth, sucking on the sensitive skin.

A soft moan of his name fell from your lips, and you found your hands grasping at his hair, pulling him closer to you, desperate for more. He was happy to oblige, flicking his tongue against one nipple while his fingers deftly tweaked the other, drawing out more and more whines from your mouth. 

You felt so good. You’d never imagined that someone could make you feel like this. You were certain that none of the suitors that your father had lined up for you would ever be able to make you writhe and squirm with desire beneath them like this.

No, only Sukuna was capable of this. 

As he continued to lavish your breasts with attention, his free hand slid down your body and came to settle between your legs. You flinched as the pads of his fingers brushed against your aching clit, almost embarrassed as his hand came to rest between your folds, allowing him to realise just how wet you were all because of him. 

“You really do want this huh, princess?” He spoke teasingly, fingers running lazily through your dripping folds. In any other situation you would’ve told him to shut up, scolded him for his words, but you knew that there was absolutely no way he’d take you seriously considering the way that you were pathetically mewling from his touch. 

One of his fingers prodded gently at your opening, and you instantly tensed up with anxiety. You’d masturbated before, but never using penetration. The most you’d ever do was touch your clit and get yourself off that way - the thought of having anything inside you had always been a little bit intimidating. 

“Can I?” Sukuna asked, red eyes focused on you, waiting for your permission before he went any further. 

“Will it hurt?” You asked quietly.

“It might.” Sukuna responded honestly, not prepared to sugarcoat it for you and give you any false hope. You appreciated that. “But I’ll be as gentle as I can be - if you endure it now, it won’t be so bad when I fill you up with my cock.” 

His crass use of words had you feeling flustered. Such talk wasn’t really common around you after all, people were generally always so proper and polite when it came to princesses. Not to mention, you hadn’t yet quite processed the fact that he would be filling you with his cock later - that this was really happening, he was going to take your virginity. 

You gave him a brave nod, and slowly he pushed one finger into you. Sukuna’s fingers were thick, and one alone already felt like a lot. It was an odd sensation, having something inside you for the first time. You’d expected it to be painful, but it felt strange more than anything else.

He kept his eyes on you as he started to very slowly pump his finger in and out of you, getting you used to the sensation of having something foreign inside you. Satisfied that you weren’t in pain or experiencing any trauma from the experience he went back to licking at your nipple, distracting you as he slowly slipped a second finger into you.

At this intrusion you seized up a little. The stretch was much more intense now, but the pain dissipated almost as soon as it appeared, Sukuna expertly moving his fingers inside you against a spongy spot that had you forgetting all about the stretch, too preoccupied with how good each flick of his fingers felt paired with the pressure of his mouth against your breast. 

“You’re doing so well.” He murmured against your skin as he scissored his fingers inside you, trying to stretch you out as much as he possibly could, clearly concerned about how you’d react to taking his cock if he didn’t put in the work here. 

The palm of his hand was rubbing against your clit, and you could feel that familiar tingly feeling of an orgasm building up as he added a third finger into you. A soft cry of pain left your lips and Sukuna added more pressure to your clit with his palm, hand rubbing up against it as he moved his fingers, overwriting the pain with pleasure as all three fingers scraped against that nice spot inside you. 

“Need to get you nice and ready for me, princess.” He purred. 

Your breathing quickened and the sensation in your gut grew with each flick of his wrist. It never felt this good when you tried getting yourself off - having his long, thick fingers buried inside your pussy was an entirely different level to just playing with your clit alone in your room. 

You needed more of this. 

Sensing that you were close to release, Sukuna sped up the movement of his fingers, taking one of your nipples between his teeth and tugging gently. The painful pleasure of the action sent you crashing over the edge, your pussy clenching and gushing around his fingers as you came for him for the first time. His name left your lips as a cry, and he pulled back from your breasts, capturing your lips in a deep and possessive kiss. 

He moved his fingers slowly inside you for a few more minutes as he kissed you, waiting until you stopped trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm before removing them from you completely. 

It felt a little embarrassing to see his fingers all covered in your slick, and you had an internal panic that he’d find it gross. But as he pulled them out of you, he didn’t skip a beat as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and sucked your juices off of them. 

“You’re so sweet.” He said affectionately, and you had no idea how to react, feeling completely out of your depth with all of the new things that you were experiencing so quickly right now. 

He didn’t give you too long to linger on it, because all of a sudden he was pulling off his undergarments, setting his cock free, and the sight of that cleared your mind of any other thoughts.

His cock was huge. It hung heavily between his legs - long and thick with a prominent vein running up the side. 

You felt intimidated. You’d expected him to be big, that’s what girls always gushed about when they’d spread rumors about him after all, but you didn’t expect him to be this big, and you found that your mind was running wild with anxiety, wondering how you’d ever fit that inside you. 

He seemed very smug with your reaction, something that you were certainly going to scold him for later, after you’d managed to survive having him fill you up. 

“Sukuna.” You whispered. “I don’t think it’ll fit.” 

“We’ll make it fit, princess - I wasn’t prepping you for nothing.” His expression softened at the fear in your eyes. “Just trust me, I’ll make sure it feels good.” 

You did trust him. In all the time that he’d been your Knight he’d always done right by you, always protected you when you needed it - why would you think that this would be any different?

Positioning you carefully amongst the furs, he hovered over you, admiring your body and running his cock through your folds, gathering slick along his tip before positioning himself at your dripping entrance. 

“Are you sure about this?” He asked quietly, his red eyes fixed on your face.

You blinked up at him. Your mind was still a little hazy from the first orgasm that he’d given you, and from the realisation of just how big he was, but you were aware enough to know how much you really did want this, even if it might hurt. 

You nodded at him, worried that the nerves might seep into your voice if you spoke your agreement aloud. He looked at you for a moment longer, his expression unreadable. “Tell me if it hurts.” He said sternly. 

You’d heard plenty of horror stories in your life about how bad a first time could be, and considering just how big Sukuna was you were almost certain that it was going to hurt - if he could fit himself inside you at all. But you couldn’t really bring yourself to care, your mind too overtaken with lust and desire for him, too enamoured with the thought of finally being that close to him. 

“Okay.” You managed to whisper, and that seemed enough agreement for Sukuna as he finally started to press the tip of his cock into you. 

Despite the time that he’d taken carefully stretching you out on his fingers, you weren’t at all prepared for the stretch of his cock. It was so big - even just the tip, and you found yourself aching immediately as he slowly inched himself into you. 

You squeezed your eyes closed, desperately trying to focus on anything other than the pain, tears springing to the corners of your eyes. He’d only managed to get around a third of the way in when he was halting his movements, his thumbs tenderly wiping away the tears dripping down your cheeks as you whimpered softly. 

“It's okay baby, you’re doing so good for me.” He cooed. “You feel so good, like you were made for me.” 

It was obvious that was a lie, considering how little of his was actually fitting inside of you right now, but you were in no position to argue with him. 

“You just need to relax.” He murmured soothingly. “If you tense up it’ll just hurt more.” You could understand that in theory, but it felt like an impossible ask when he was splitting you apart so thoroughly. 

At the realisation that you couldn’t easily relax on your own, Sukuna brought one of his hands to your clit, his fingers circling the bundle of nerves in a practiced manner. It didn’t take away the pain completely, but it did blend the ache together with an odd sort of pleasure, the tension in your muscles easing ever so slightly. 

“There we go princess, just relax.” A small whine escaped your throat and Sukuna took that opportunity to continue sinking into you, moving slowly and rubbing at your clit until he was fully sheathed inside you. 

You felt full, unbearably so. Your body was shivering a little, completely unaccustomed to having something inside you like this. But at the same time there was an odd sensation of pleasure, of elation from having Sukuna pressed up against you so intimately. A burning desire in your gut that wanted him even deeper inside you. 

“Doing okay?” He asked, his free hand stroking your hair as he planted kisses all over your face, staying as still as he possibly could to let you adjust to his size. It was clear that he desperately wanted to start moving - you could feel his cock twitching with need inside you. 

“Y-yeah. You’re so big.” You whimpered quietly, and a cocky smirk grew across Sukuna’s face.

“I am.” He agreed, and you tried not to roll your eyes at how proud of himself he sounded. “Want me to start moving, princess?” 

You gave him a little nod, and Sukuna began to move his hips, pulling himself almost all the way out of you before filling you up once more. He started off with a relatively slow pace, examining your expression as he moved, ready to stop at any hint of pain. 

The ache was still there, but it had been subdued a little now, and you found yourself moving your hips against his, trying to pull him closer to you. It felt so good, having his big, warm body on top of yours, feeling his even heartbeat against your skin. You’d never thought that you’d get to feel this way with anyone - sex had always been something that you’d viewed as an obligation, an act you’d have to partake in as a princess.

But as Sukuna’s cock slid in and out of you, you realised just how good it felt, how much you wanted more of this, to cling on to your Knight and never let him go. 

Content that you seemed to be coping, Sukuna sped up his pace. He gripped your hands in his, pinning them on either side of your head as he leant in closer to you, capturing your mouth in a sloppy kiss as he slammed his hips into yours. 

It felt incredible, his cock hitting spots so deep inside of you that you were seeing stars. Over and over again he abused one pleasant spot forcing the coil in your stomach to tighten and your eyes to water. You couldn’t hold back the moans that poured from you mouth, whimpers of his name as he fucked you so good. 

You squeezed tightly at his hands, enjoying the attention that he was giving you, his lips exploring your face and neck, groaning out your name each time your pussy squeezed around him involuntarily. 

He must’ve noticed the way that your body was starting to tremble, the way that your moans were becoming breathier, because he released one of your hands, bringing his fingers back down to your clit, rubbing his thumb up against it, making you arch your back in pleasure. 

“Are you close, baby?” He asked breathlessly against your ear, the tickle of his breath against your skin making your pussy clench desperately around his cock.

“Y-yeah.” You whined, the feeling in your gut growing almost unbearable, so tightly wound that it could burst at any moment. 

“Then cum for me.” He ordered. You did as you were told, allowing yourself to let go, your orgasm crashing over you, letting out a desperate cry of his name as your body convulsed with how good it felt. You were squeezing him more tightly than ever and he let out a low groan, evidently trying to hold off on his own release for a little while longer. 

He stilled for a moment, admiring the way you were twitching beneath him, brushing a few stray hairs out of your face and planting a soft kiss on your lips before maneuvering you into a new position, giving you no time to come down from your orgasm. 

Wrapping his arms around your back, he pulled the two of you up into sitting position, keeping his cock buried inside you as he did so. He placed you on his lap, the two of you sitting face to face with your breasts pressed up against his chest. Affectionately, he nuzzled his nose against yours before kissing you deeply, slowly moving his tongue against yours as his hands went to your ass, gripping tightly and shifting you up and down his shaft as if you weighed nothing. 

A moan escaped your mouth, surprised at how good this new position felt as he started to fuck you again. It was as though he was much deeper inside you like this, and with each thrust you could swear that he was in your guts. It was euphoric. 

Lazily, he bounced you up and down on his cock, taking the time to explore your mouth properly with his tongue before moving his lips down to your shoulders, sucking purple marks into your skin where he knew your dress could cover them. 

You wished that he could mark you everywhere, enamoured with the thought of him leaving purple bites all up your neck - but no matter what your lust-fueled brain wanted in the moment, that would spell an almost immediate end to your secret relationship, so for now you’d have to do without it. 

You dropped your head to his shoulder, mirroring the actions he was performing on you, gently nipping and sucking at the skin on his shoulders, leaving your own little purple marks. Your hands traced delicately along the tattoos on his upper body, enjoying the way he shuddered and his cock twitched when you dragged your nails down the lines on his back. 

“Fuck.” He groaned, huskily whispering out your name. “Not gonna last much longer like this, baby. Squeezing me so fucking hard.” 

Your heart skipped a beat at the praise. You’d been so worried about not appeasing him - that he’d be disappointed with your lack of experience even with his assurance that wasn’t the case. The confirmation that you were making him feel good did something to you. 

Sukuna’s eyes narrowed at you for a moment, as though he’d noticed something interesting. He leant forward and pressed his lips against your ear. “You’re such a good girl for me.” He purred, and you instinctively clenched around him, the praise going straight to your pussy. 

He chuckled softly against you, feeling the rumble of his laughter through his whole body. “Aw, you love being praised, huh?” He teased, starting to move you more quickly up and down his cock, the slap of skin against skin echoing around the cabin. “Can feel that pretty pussy squeeze me everytime I throw you a little compliment, how cute.” 

There was a part of your brain that was telling you to feel embarrassed by his words, but for the most part you were too caught up in how good it all felt to really be mad at his poking. What was the point in getting frustrated when he was right?

“Were you like this before? Did I make you all wet whenever I was nice to you?” His voice was coming out raspier now, it was clear that he was reaching his own release, and you could feel that familiar pressure building up in your gut once more. “Did you ever lie in bed and touch yourself to the thought of me? Read your dirty little book and imagine me as the evil prince making you feel so good?” 

Your face was bright red, and you tried to save yourself from the humiliation of his question by burying your face in his neck, clinging to him as he hit that wonderful spot inside you over and over again, focusing on nothing but your incoming orgasm. 

But Sukuna seemed hellbent on teasing you, because he slowed down his movements for a moment. “Come on pretty girl, you gonna give me an answer?” 

You tilted your head back to glare at him, meeting his mischievous grin as he waited patiently for you to speak. He’d ceased his movements completely now, holding you still in his lap, his cock buried fully inside you. 

“I’ll need an answer if you want me to let you cum.” He teased, completely aware of how much of an upper hand he had over you. You wanted him to keep going, wanted him to let you unravel in his arms once more. 

“I did.” You whispered, so quietly that it was almost inaudible. 

“What was that?” He asked with a grin. “Couldn’t quite hear you.” 

“I did.” You spoke a bit louder this time, hoping that your response would be satisfactory enough for him to get back to fucking you. 

“Hmmmm, you did what, princess? I need you to spell it out for me.” His fingers were on your clit again, circling it lightly, not giving you nearly enough pressure to get anything out of it beyond need and frustration. You squirmed desperately, but as you stared up at him you knew that he wasn’t going to give in until you gave him what he wanted.

You sighed. “I read the book and thought of you, okay? I touched myself to the thought of you after we kissed. I even had a dirty dream about you way back when you first became my guard!” That last one just slipped out, catching even you by surprise - he definitely did not need to know that. 

Sukuna’s eyes were wide with surprise, but he was only caught off guard for a second before a smug smile was making its way onto his face and he was bouncing you on his cock again. “Oh? Isn’t that amusing, who knew you were so desperate for me?” 

You tried pouting up at him, but you weren’t sure that you conveyed your frustration with his teasing all that well, with little whines slipping from your lips as he bounced you faster and faster on his cock, driving into that spot that made you feel so good. You were squeezing hard around him now, face buried into his skin and your fingers gripping desperately at his shoulders as another orgasm hit you. 

This one was even better than the previous one, Sukuna not slowing down his pace at all as you rode it out, abusing that squishy spot inside you over and over again until tears were dripping down your cheeks from how good you felt. 

As your pussy constricted hard around his length, he reached his own release, his cock twitching and releasing his cum into you, filling you up to the brim with his seed. 

Somewhere in the back of your mind you were aware that what he’d just done was dangerous, that if you become pregnant with his baby it would be over for the both of you, but in that moment with his warmth flooding into you, it was hard to bring yourself to care. 

His arms were wrapped tightly around you, holding you in a firm embrace against him, softening cock still deep inside you. It was lovely, just to be that close with him. But after a few minutes, the cum dripping from you was growing cold, the sensation unpleasant and Sukuna reluctantly pulled himself out of you. 

An attempt was made for you to pull yourself to your feet, temporarily forgetting about the drastic state of your ankle, but Sukuna was quick to stop you, pushing you back into the plush comfort of the bed, insisting that he’d clean you up himself. 

He grabbed a towel, wiping himself off first before delicately cleaning the mess he’d made between your legs. Somehow this felt like more intimate of an act than sex itself, suddenly shy about your exposed body in the firelight. Sukuna seemed completely unbothered, content to sit naked beside you as he cleaned you up. 

“How’re you feeling?” He asked, as he finished wiping your thighs.

“Good.” Your voice was a little shaky, your body still in that light, floaty feeling as you came down from your third orgasm of the night. 

“Good.” He responded, but his brows were knitted together in concern as he looked at you. “Do you...regret it?” The uncertainty in his tone caught you off guard. Had it not been obvious to him how much you’d enjoyed it? 

“No- no!” You stumbled a little on the words at the speed that they came out, evidently catching Sukuna by surprise at the energetic response. “I think that was the best I’ve ever felt.” You said honestly. “Thank you.” 

Sukuna's shoulders relaxed and he let out a sigh as he discarded the towel and turned back to face you, gesturing for you to shuffle out of the way as he peeled back the furs on the bed and motioned for you to move beneath them. 

“I thought you were going to be disappointed or something.” He confessed, in a surprising display of vulnerability from him. You tilted your head in confusion as you looked up at him, waiting for more of an elaboration. “The only thing you knew about sex was from that book of yours, right? I thought it might not live up to your expectations.” 

“Oh!” You responded, looking away from him in thought for a moment before continuing. “It was way better than the book.” 

“It was?” Sukuna asked. 

“Yeah. The prince in the book is some random guy, why would I ever prefer that to having you?” 

Sukuna’s red eyes were wide with shock for a moment, before he smirked at you, his ego very obviously stroked by your response. “Right…” 

“I guess you have no idea how much I like you.” You said with a soft giggle, an action that seemed to light up Sukuna’s whole face. He let out a little scoff before clambering beneath the furs next to you. His arms snaked around your body, positioning one of them comfortably beneath your neck, and wrapping the other firmly around your waist, pulling you close against his chest. 

You held onto him tightly with both hands, heart racing from being all snuggled up with him like this, your legs instinctively tangling together beneath the furs, allowing you to be as close as possible. He smelt so good, a pleasant sense of contentment settling over you at being wrapped up with him, the constant rise and fall of his chest keeping you grounded and calm. 

You wanted to stay here, limbs tangled with his, for the rest of your life. 

He kissed you softly on the top of your head and you closed your eyes, grateful to be spending the night here in his arms, having avoided the grizzly fate Mahito and his men had in store for you. 

“Sukuna.” You whispered quietly, after a few moments of you both laying in silence.

“Mmm?” 

“We’re going to be okay right?” You asked. “We’ll figure out how to make this work?” 

Sukuna was silent for a long time, so long that you almost wondered if he’d fallen asleep - it had been a long night after all. 

“I’m not letting you go.” He responded finally. “Come what may, you’ll always be mine. I’ll make sure of it.” 

And as you curled up closer against his body, drifting off to sleep in that comfortable bed, the flickering light of the dying fire illuminating both your bodies, you desperately hoped that was a promise he could keep.

a/n: thanks for reading, we finally got them together!! but i've still got lots more on my plan for this fic! should have the next chapter up next weekend.

Fun fact, the kiss scene was inspired by guts and casca's first kiss in berserk, those panels always send my heart RACING.

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© sukunahs

[chalkscene]

kpop demon hunters ⇢ “AND THEY ALL LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER”

alternate ending where nobody dies <3

ft. huntrix & saja boys

wc: 2.6k

notes: not proofread and 100000% self-indulgent <3

couch! couch! couch! couch!

mira and zoey chant in chorus as huntrix march to the living room of their shared apartment. for as long as they can remember, it’s been their post-tour ritual. the moment things wrap up, it’s time for couch! couch! couch!

and they definitely need this hiatus now more than they have ever had in their entire career after that battle against the saja boys and gwi-ma. it’s been nearly two weeks since that night but rumi still remembers it just as vividly.

“couch! couch. couch….. couch…” mira and zoey trail off, their voices diminishing with their mantra, when they notice rumi on their side being awfully quiet and deep in her thoughts.

“earth to rumi.”

rumi snaps out of her reverie at the sound of mira’s voice. “huh?”

“are you okay?” zoey asks.

“yeah,” rumi’s voice comes a bit out too perky before she clears her throat, her tone now more level as she tells them, “i’m fine. just tired, i guess.”

“you sure?” mira questions dubiously, though nothing short of concerned.

“yup.” a short answer with two thumbs up—it’s all rumi provides to squash mira’s doubts because the less she talks, the lower the chances she’ll mess this up.

because how does she even explain to her best friends that the saja boys weren’t sent back to the demon world after the incident like they initially thought? yeah, they’re well and now free to roam the earth shortly after they escaped from gwi-ma’s clutches.

on top of that, rumi most definitely cannot begin by confessing that she met up with jinu in secret.

to be fair, rumi herself assumed the demon boyband had been thrown back to their realm and sealed off after that duel but a few nights had passed, jinu’s furry companions appeared once more on her balcony to relay another card which looked incredibly similar to the previous ones jinu had sent her prior to all their late night rendezvous.

so as much as her mind had tried to scream some common sense into her—after all, she did see jinu’s physical form vanish in front of her very eyes—she followed her gut and accepted the invitation, her heart filled to the brim with hope that it was him waiting for her at her destination.

rumi rode on the tiger’s back en route to the supposed meeting place which turned out to be an empty alleyway. it was dark out, taking rumi a few seconds to scan her surroundings before a man’s voice broke through the quiet.

rumi froze in place—she’d recognize that voice anywhere.

the man didn’t acknowledge her first as he cooed at his pet. “you found her? good job, buddy.”

“jinu?” rumi’s voice quivered and her knees buckled at the mere sight of him, the thread holding her together since his disappearance almost snapping.

jinu didn’t close the distance between them just yet, both staying where they stood but a smile began to curl at the corners of his lips as he joshed, “i’m not gonna lie. i’m expecting a hug this time.”

through her tears, rumi couldn’t help but laugh at his request but it was also out of relief. like a weight had been lifted off her chest, whatever she’d been holding in finally finding its release and she could breathe again.

she sprinted her way to jinu who easily caught her in his arms and for a moment, they stayed that way, finding solace in each other’s embrace.

“you’re back,” rumi uttered weakly before she completely succumbed to her emotions. while she sobbed, jinu couldn’t help but rub her back soothingly but not without a few chuckles which earned him a light jab on his chest. “stop laughing at me.”

“i’m not,” jinu countered but he was laughing harder. “i just didn’t think you’d miss me so much.”

“shut up,” rumi grumbled.

jinu never let go of rumi while she cried, only speaking once more when her sniffles began to subside, “thank you for saving me from gwi-ma.”

“i wouldn’t have done it if it weren’t for you,” rumi mumbled.

after gwi-ma’s defeat, jinu could no longer hear his voice ringing in his head yet everything he had done to aid the demon king in his schemes still played in his mind like a stark reminder of the lengths he’d gone to betray the woman before him. he’d given all he had left to make up for it yet he still couldn’t deem his sacrifice enough for his repentance.

jinu was mortified and ridden with guilt down to his core but having rumi in his arms, he realized it was a shame he didn’t feel burdened to carry. he’d do anything for her.

“i’d give you my soul again and again if i could,” jinu vowed. “it’s yours.”

unable to find the perfect words to say, rumi pulled away slightly, just far enough to look at his face and take in his features as if to sear his image into her brain should fate take him away from her again. her eyes traced the patterns that snake across his skin—from his neck, down to his arms and when her gaze settled on his wrist, another reminder came to mind.

“and i believe this is yours.” she reached into her pocket, fishing for the flower bracelet the old lady had gifted her. with everything else that had happened, that night felt like a distant memory now. rumi took jinu’s hand to put the bracelet on him before throwing him a lighthearted glare, “don’t lose it this time.”

jinu smiled. “i won’t.”

“so what do we do now?” rumi asked, her tone sounding more serious. “i have to tell the girls. i promised them—no more secrets.”

“then let’s do that,” jinu agreed a little too eagerly, much to rumi’s confusion. she was expecting him to be cautious, at the very least, yet he seemed… excited? “and tell them we said hi.”

whatever else rumi had planned to say instantly flew out the window. “‘we’…?”

“wow…” jinu drawled, a shit-eating grin now plastered on his face. “i know you were never a fan but acting like we never existed? you wound me, rumi.”

rumi was starting to perceive what he meant. she just needed him to say it explicitly but he only gave her a wink, blatantly amused by her confused state.

“don’t worry about it.” jinu ran a thumb over the wrinkle between her brows. “just talk to your friends.”

so here she is… about to talk to her friends.

ah, screw it.

“actually,” rumi speaks up, “i do have something to say.”

“please don’t release another single during couch time,” zoey whines.

“i won’t,” rumi says, chuckling.

zoey sighs in relief. “okay, go on.”

“so…” rumi pauses for a second to form the words in her head, “you already know about me being half-demon…”

“yeah…” mira confirms, slowly growing suspicious of her sugary tone. in that instance, rumi wishes mira wasn’t so perceptive sometimes.

“and you guys still love me…”

“of course, we do,” zoey replies.

“what did you do?” mira interrogates at the same time.

“don’t freak out,” rumi tells them slowly as she gently nudges them to take a seat. “okay. here goes….”

without saying another word, rumi goes to grab an empty bin from a corner and brings it to the middle of the room before she carefully sets it on the floor… all just to tip it over.

unsure of what they’re supposed to be seeing, mira and zoey are sat quietly, their snacks now forgotten as they watch rumi with the most dumbfounded expressions she’s ever seen on their faces.

for a few seconds, nothing is happening but before any of them can ask, a soft light begins to shape into a circle on the floor nearby, gradually growing brighter, and soon, a huge white tiger emerges from it along with its companion, a three-eyed hat-wearing bird.

rumi doesn’t explain but neither mira nor zoey can find it in themselves to ask anyway as they gape at the animals that just materialized from their floorboards. despite being accustomed to the life of a demon hunter, they wouldn’t have suspected that in a million years.

in complete contrast to the girls’ shock, the tiger doesn’t seem to pay any of them the slightest attention as it makes a beeline for the bin to put it upright repeatedly and failing every single time. it isn’t long before rumi lends a hand and the feline shifts its focus on mira and zoey.

they finally get on their feet. they don’t look terrified but they’re definitely on alert—well, mira is.

“what is that?!”

“this is derpy,” rumi calmly gestures to the tiger then she points to the bird, “and this is sussie.”

“oh my gosh! can i pet it?” zoey squeals, eyes blown to the size of saucers in wonder.

“zoey, no!” mira pulls her back. “they could be demons.” rumi’s lack of reaction ultimately confirms her suspicions. “THEY’RE DEMONS?!”

“well…” rumi momentarily considers if they are demons before deciding, “they were created with demon magic.”

“so you have demon magic?”

“not me… jinu.”

“jinu?” zoey looks puzzled. “from the saja boys?”

mira appears just as baffled. “okay, hold on. if he’s gone and those…” she gestures animatedly at derpy and sussie, “creatures only exist because of his magic, why are they still here?”

a forced grin stretches across rumi’s face which earns her a raise of an eyebrow from mira, “about that…“

“can we come out now?” a man’s voice comes from rumi’s room.

“what was that?” mira asks to no one in particular.

“pipe down,” another voice scolds, “she said she’d give us a signal.”

“that’s a different person,” zoey notes.

“rumi, what is going on?” mira questions, the natural sharpness in her gaze becoming even sharper yet not enough to cut through the thick tension in the air.

rumi slaps a hand over her face, squeezing her eyes shut as she pretends to ignore the inquisitive looks from her friends. she just wants to get this mess over with.

she finally addresses the boys in her room. “you guys can come out now.”

so the saja boys do, looking just as humanlike as the day huntrix first met them, save for their demon patterns that mirror the ones scattered all over rumi’s body. they’re not as striking as they used to be they’re still prominent.

with a gasp, mira turns to rumi accusingly. “you’ve been hiding them in your room?!”

“NO!” rumi shrieks defensively.

“then what the hell were they doing in there?!”

before rumi can get a word out, she can already hear how utterly stupid her answer is going to be, “i told them to enter through my balcony…”

“what were you thinking?!” mira hisses. “you couldn’t ask them to just meet us somewhere else instead of inviting them to where we live?!”

jinu chimes in, mostly in rumi’s defense. “we’re not here to cause any trouble. you have my word.”

mira glares at him. “i’m not talking to you.”

“if we met up with them in public, there could be a dating scandal,” rumi reasons with her.

“it wasn’t a problem when you were meeting up with him.” despite mira’s refusal to mention jinu’s name, she doesn’t sound hostile but she’s clearly light years away from enjoying this encounter.

“mira, please. i just need you to trust me on this one,” rumi pleads before she bargains, “if they betray us again, i’ll kill them myself. i promise.”

“what?” jinu squeaks.

mira’s gaze slides over to jinu as she continues to address rumi. “including him?”

“yes,” rumi answers in a heartbeat.

“rumi!” jinu protests but rumi gives him a look—just go with it.

mira smirks at him, a murderous glint flashing in her eyes but it immediately dims when she notices abby and romance making their way over.

“you know, a dating scandal could be fun,” abby cheekily suggests, “what do you think?”

“i think you should go to hell.”

“feisty,” romance comments as he gives mira a sultry once-over, “can’t wait to see a lot more of that.”

mira dramatically wretches as she retreats to her room but not before telling them, “don’t follow me.”

still, abby and romance trail after her until mystery is left alone with zoey.

“hey…” zoey says sheepishly.

“hi.” mystery’s greeting is brief but tender. zoey supposes that evil or not, he has always been the quiet one amongst the saja boys.

but she really, really hopes he’s not evil this time.

“i realized i’ve never really heard you talk before,” zoey tells him before she jokes in an attempt to break the ice, “i remember you growling and barking at the fans.”

her teasing doesn’t land as mystery sounds genuinely apologetic, “sorry.”

“no!” zoey’s voice rises in pitch as she backpedals then she clears her throat. “sorry. i mean, no. it’s fine. i was just kidding. actually, i should be the one saying sorry. i talk too much sometimes.”

when mystery doesn’t respond right away, zoey immediately assumes she’s weirded him out. she deflates at the thought of it, faking a giggle when she adds, “see?”

“i don’t mind,” mystery mumbles, his eyes cast downward as he refuses to meet zoey’s gaze. despite his hair covering half of his face, the blush across his cheeks isn’t hard to miss.

“oh.” zoey is stunned. she didn’t know what she was expecting him to say but it definitely wasn’t that. it’s the first time huntrix’s main lyricist is rendered absolutely speechless and by the looks of it, she’s a hair’s breadth from losing her sanity.

“keep it together, zo,” rumi jests which breaks her friend out of her daze.

“can we keep him?” zoey blurts out as if the saja boy in question isn’t standing right next to her.

rumi only laughs before she’s pulled away into a corner by jinu.

“hi there.”

“hi,” rumi reciprocates his coquetry before she quips, “so what part of ‘i’ll give you a signal’ did you guys not understand?”

“blame abby,” jinu retorts, “but you have to admit. that went well.”

rumi agrees. “probably the best way it could’ve gone.”

“but you were joking, right?”

“about what?”

“killing me. you’re not really gonna kill me,” jinu boldly claims but his brazenness instantly crumbles when rumi doesn’t respond, “you’re not gonna kill me, right?!”

“you look nervous,” rumi teases, “are you planning something?”

“n-no…” jinu stutters, seemingly caught red-handed. and just like that, he notices rumi’s body go rigid, her playful demeanor now gone and taking its place is a hint of a frown slowly manifesting on her visage. in a panic, he hastily admits, “it’s not what you think!”

upon seeing the look of concern on rumi’s face, jinu holds her close, not giving her a chance to inch away from him. “listen… how does a first date sound?”

it only takes rumi a second to understand what jinu means before she’s rolling her eyes but she’s elated. “i don’t know how you used to do it 400 years ago but that is not how you ask a girl out.”

“you put me on the spot!” laughing, jinu pulls her flush against his body. “you haven’t answered my question.”

rumi beams as she replies, “a first date sounds nice.”

out of the blue, zoey gasps as she exclaims, “he’s eating our food.”

rumi follows zoey’s line of sight and catches the culprit who seems unfazed by the accusation as he continues to go through their kitchen.

if there’s one thing huntrix will protect with their life other than their fans, it’s their food.

with her eyes locked on baby saja, rumi sighs. “that one is going to be a problem.”

[bewitched-hours]

CRYPTID!READER SUPREMACY !!!

Anywaysss I've arrived to give Guest 1337 x Weird ass Forest slightly humanoid Cryptid Reader( Just like F.L.O.W.E.R.S they just came on their own without the spectre)

Ok so here's the plot. During rounds and during intermissions He cannot shake the feeling of being watched. I mean he knows he's being watched like entertainment by that blasted Spectre But this one feels too close. It's probably just stress or paranoia I mean he's in a killing game FFS. I mean that's what he thought till He's the last man standing on a map with a lot of forests. After narrowly dodging 1x4 for the nth time( seriously how did Shedletsky make that?) He's just lying down next to a tree when suddenly he gets bonked on the head and looks to see it's a medkit, followed by a bloxy cola ( okkk this isn't normal) Well he's about to leave when he gets grabbed and pulled up in the tree by some sort of string. Before he can even begin to fight back or even yell he gets his mouth covered by well Reader as 1x4 passes by the pair. Guest is well confused as fuck is he cooked. After Reader pokes out and confirms that 1x4 is gone, They very gently places him down again and pats him as an apology

Round ends and he's placed back to the cabin while the others are wondering where the heck he went as he practically disappeared from their spectating box. He obviously can't tell them that the literal incarnation of sleep paralysis demon just saved him.

As he heads to his cabin he places a bloxy cola and some of Elliot's pizza at the windowsill( as a way of him saying thanks I guess, idk he's still trying to process that he got saved and technically kidnapped for a good couple of seconds) when he wakes up he finds it gone. I guess they seemed to like pizza?

HOLY YAP IM ACTUALLY SRY ABOUT THAT I JUST NEED SOMEONE TO SEE THE VISION

Interesting that some more recent reqs are for Guest... Very interesti- Dw, I see the vision and I love getting so many details to think on- (especially the "literal incarnation of sleep paralysis demon" bit LMFAO)

Reader shall get They/Them~

You were never taken. You just... Were.

You could probably go home whenever you pleased but where even was your home?

Either way, you had fun watching this constant game of cat and mouse if it weren't for one figure that intrigued you.

Guest 1337. You couldn't help but shake the feeling that he was special. Something about him intrigued you.

And with the added bonus that the Spectre either didn't notice or care about your presence, you could pretty much do as you pleased.

But Guest could tell there was something stalking him. He could sense your presence but never found your pair of eyes watching from the shadows.

He tried oh-so-hard to tell himself it was stress or paranoia, given that the Spectre basically put him in a sort of purgatory. But that all came to change when he had to escape 1x for what felt like the millionth time in a damn forest of all maps.

He was LMS and just trying to recover by a tree when you decided to surprise him, dropping a medkit and bloxy cola right in his lap.

At least, that's where you were aiming. It sadly ended up on his head which you felt a pang of guilt from. But he was hesitant to take it, given that he didn't understand what was happening.

By the way, did you know your hearing was greater than his? Well, you were about to prove as much when you waited for him to be patched up and collect the bloxy cola before you used a string-like substance to pull him into the tree you were in, your strange paw-like hands covering his mouth and holding him still as you both watched 1x run past with audible frustration.

He was confused to say the least, even more so when you began to simply let him back down gently and patted his head as a way to say sorry. He was so sure you would kill him but you didn't???

Before he could even question it though, he was back in the survivor's cabin with the others quickly surrounding him for answers.

"You were completely gone for a moment!" Chance exclaimed. "What happened???"

All he could do was shrug though, because knows what they'd think if he told them some weird Cryptid just saved him...

Moving on from that spectacle... He couldn't help but think about that strange encounter over and over again, even catching himself glancing to the windows in hopes of seeing your figure in the distance... Whatever it might be.

The other survivors noticed it too but all they got was an awkward confession that he had no clue what he was searching for, just that he had an odd feeling.

Elliot eventually sent him to his cabin early with a Bloxy Cola and some Pizza, telling him to just rest up for now. "Whatever happened when you disappeared clearly affected you, so just try to get some rest for now and hopefully it won't happen again."

He didn't fight it. Just went out quietly and unbeknownst to him, you were looking back at him with a hint of affection sparkling in your gaze. You even watched him enter his cabin before approaching with care.

Any wrong move or sound and you were caught. But the thrill was neat!

Arriving at one of his windows, you noticed the Pizza and Bloxy Cola on the windowsill with a note attached. Guest was already laying peacefully in bed and trying to sleep so you tried to be as quiet as possible.

'Thanks I guess' was all that was written on the note but you took it regardless, carving a little smiley into the wood in the hopes of him seeing it in the morning as you snuck off to see how good this stuff really tasted.

And true as you were, Guest did see the smiley in the morning, chuckling to himself as he wondered if there would be any future meetings with you outside of rounds.

He certainly didn't have anything against it...

Anything you'd like to request/ask? Check out my pinned post first and I'll be happy to write up whatever you want!

[solarvee]

best friends brother

CL16 x reader

You’re my best friend’s sibling. We crossed a line—and now every family dinner feels like a ticking time bomb.

I never thought a single summer could change everything. Not just how I saw him, but how I saw us. Charles Leclerc wasn’t just my best friend’s brother—he was the person I’d known for my entire life. We’d grown up together, family friends for as long as I could remember, weekend visits filled with laughter, teasing, and that comfortable kind of closeness only years of familiarity can build.

Until that summer. The summer everything shifted.

It started with something small, almost insignificant at first. A glance held a moment too long. A brush of fingers that lingered just a little too much. We were alone that night, the lake quiet and still under the glow of the moon. Everyone else had gone inside to bed at the family’s lakeside cabin, leaving Charles and me sitting side-by-side on the porch steps. The air was thick with warmth and the scent of pine, the kind of perfect summer night you want to hold onto forever.

“You ever think about what it’d be like... if things were different?” Charles asked quietly, his voice softer than usual.

I looked over at him, my heart suddenly racing. “Different how?”

He hesitated, eyes searching mine, like he was trying to find a way to say what he wanted without scaring me away. “Like... if we weren’t just best friends, or siblings’ friends. If it was something more.”

I couldn’t look away. My breath hitched in my throat. The weight of what he’d just said pressed down on me. I should have pulled away, told him it was a bad idea—that it could ruin everything. But when his fingers brushed against mine, warmth spreading like wildfire, I found myself unable to stop it.

We crossed the line.

Our first kiss was tentative, almost shy, like we were both afraid to admit what we really wanted. But then it grew urgent—something that had been building quietly for years finally bursting out all at once. His lips were soft against mine, and in that moment, everything else—our families, the years of friendship, the risk—disappeared.

The morning after, reality crashed down hard. What had we done? Charles was my best friend’s brother. We were supposed to be family. And now, every time I thought about the inevitable family dinners ahead, I felt that sinking feeling in my stomach—the ticking bomb waiting to go off.

We agreed it had to be a secret. For now. No one could know. It wasn’t just embarrassment or fear of judgment; it was loyalty. To my best friend, to their family. To the delicate balance we’d all depended on.

But secrecy is a fragile thing, especially when it’s shared with someone you see at every family gathering. And soon, the tension started to show. At the very first dinner after that night, the air felt electric. His parents greeted me with their usual warm smiles, completely unaware of the storm swirling just beneath the surface. My best friend shot me a curious glance across the table that I quickly dodged.

Charles was calm on the outside, but I could see the tightness around his mouth, the way his eyes flicked toward me in fleeting, charged moments. When his mother asked me to pass the salad, our fingers brushed, and I felt a spark that left my hands trembling.

The conversation was forced—laughs too loud, jokes that didn’t land. Every mention of Charles from my best friend made my heart clench painfully, and I caught myself watching Charles in case he noticed. He did, just for a second, before looking away, his expression unreadable.

Days stretched into weeks, and the secret between us grew heavier with each passing moment. We texted constantly, stealing fragments of time amidst our busy lives. But each family event became a minefield, where one wrong step could set everything off.

One evening, after an especially tense dinner, Charles pulled me aside while everyone was still in the living room. We stood in the quiet kitchen, the hum of conversation just out of earshot.

“We can’t keep doing this,” he said low, his eyes searching mine with urgency.

“I know,” I whispered, swallowing the lump in my throat.

He took a step closer, fingers brushing my cheek. “But what do we do? We can’t tell anyone—not yet. Not like this.”

I bit my lip, tears threatening to spill. “I don’t want to lose what we have... but it’s getting harder.”

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised, voice steady. “Together.”

That promise was a lifeline. And yet, the weight of the secret pressed on us both.

The following weekend brought the breaking point. At a big family gathering, surrounded by chatter and laughter, Charles and I slipped away to a quiet corner. Away from the curious eyes and the unspoken questions. He looked at me with a vulnerability I’d never seen before.

“Y/N,” he breathed, “I can’t pretend anymore. I want to be with you. Not just in secret. I want the world to know.”

My heart hammered in my chest. I wanted to believe him so badly.

“I want that too,” I said, nodding.

“We’ll face it all—family, friends, everything. Together.”

For the first time since that summer night, the ticking bomb didn’t feel like a threat. It felt like a countdown to something new—something real.

The path ahead wouldn’t be easy. There would be awkward conversations, uncomfortable dinners, and moments when doubt threatened to take hold. But with Charles by my side, I felt ready to face whatever came next.

Because sometimes, the biggest risks lead to the greatest rewards.

[disease]

How to Disappear Completely and Never Be Found is a how-to book by Doug Richmond, originally released in 1985.

[facts-i-just-made-up]

Very few American libraries have a copy of “How to Disappear Completely and Never Be Found.” All libraries are supposed to have a copy but most have completely disappeared, and have never been found.

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[the-mspfa-200-favourites-project]

How To Disappear Completely and Never Be Found

Another Flipjam Entrant, which means that I will probably not have a lot to say about this one but I will say that I kind of adore the atmosphere in this Fanadventure? It’s like. Okay so it stars a cherub, and it *really* sells the “lonely, living on a desolate rock in the middle of nowhere” vibes that the Cherub Lore in the comic would support. And because not too many fanadventures are trying to do THOSE kinds of vibes, it stands out all the more, and it’s competently done too! Sadly, the author has stated that it’s on a bit of an indefinite hiatus, but with any of these fanadventures in 2023, you never know if one of them might suddenly come back to life again…also it has a banger title. See? Not too many notes for this one, but I do recommend it.

[quietwingsinthesky]

im going to lay here and think about pond family cuddle piles until i fall asleep

[unproduciblesmackdown]

being alive at the time i gleaned some general elements abt encanto but never actually heard we don't talk about bruno beyond awareness it existed popping off & i think i heard like the title recited off key off rhythm but in a way that indicates speak singing nonetheless lol so upon experiencing it it's like oh but it's the Verses? while the last refrain goes harder but prior to that it's comparatively underwhelming to said verses which feels appropriate like verses / pieces of a larger picture & that a "we don't talk about him" as a disappointing Lid on infinitely richer more characterful & dynamic "but: talking about him" instances. like well personally it'd be like um seven foot frame....anyway besides being able to firsthand go like oh damn Real (the kind of thing you know exists if alive at the time) it's like alright hang on lol. one thing when a core theme is yeah like "is it a refuge if 'especial' vulnerability ultimately gets pushed out rather than made safer" subset like the parties whose even observation of truths (problems) & drawing attention to them is seen as Ruining Things, like if you're painted as Making futures that aren't simply what's desired or reassuring rather than a guidance via just observing & sharing the truth. but then it's like whaddaya mean living in fear of bruno stuttering and stumbling you could always hear him sort of muttering and mumbling lmao like now that's just Association between the Truth Perceiving & Telling behavior & behavior that's just apparently distinctive of the same person. & like Not Accidentally when [what if people were magic] specifics are obviously primarily abt a metaphorical meaning & like, indeed it was made clear like oh this situation isn't Just b/c [boo we hate your prophecies] & that [an Ability that isn't directed towards what anyone Wants / is "weird" even by these magic standards] isn't Coincidentally given to someone who just so happens to already be "weird" in other ways & be set up to have a different perspective & be pushed away due to having the supposed "extra" vulnerability of unmet needs / insufficient support, same as someone who doesn't "correctly" have any kind of magic ability....like yeah banger and also like Oh Yeah Kind Of Devastating re: that metaphorical resonance allowing for like [set the metaphor aside] now hang on with this about this disabled family member lol. misinterpretation to The Ruinerrr / The Problemmm / The Maliciousss etc (i.e. the scapegoatinggg) despite their efforts likely entirely to the contrary. then despite like, efforts aside, Just Existing, always kind of muttering & mumbling like & what of it. & then like oh sorry weird pets. weird [auspicious for adaptable tenacious thriving surviving; either way simply creatures, existing] pets.

truly like As Is The Idea I'm Sure quickly becomes like hands behind back standing at the window Uh Oh Sisters musing on all the [disabled person] metaphorical & already literal elements there. blair witching it in contemplation like We've All Been There whether being so resented for the mere disruption of "existing in a group as the 'abnormal' odd one out" or like people talking shit abt anything associated w/you as soon as you've left the room, which is also made relevant like, this wasn't Only directed at this person when seemingly permanently gone, nor were they unaware / unaffected prior....pacing in the Musing parlor like things don't Have to be compared to billions but i only ever even see so many things & it's like billions sure is like "get scapegoated rword" & then said scapegoating is presented as only beneficial & we hate autists & even beyond that it's like, grabbing billions, Imagine If Things Meant To Be About Something Were About Something. quite a contrast when they are & furthermore like, deliberate thought & Care for [who gets scapegoated & why] & the truth of like, people getting pushed aside & out who have a key perspective & are primed / liable to come through for others similarly vulnerable & the supposedly Ruinous, Problems Generating disruptiveness is actually the strongest effort to make essential changes to a group. & come through with like, it'd be undermining thee point if it was "reassuring" us like oh haha people will be supportive b/c bruno will be more normal, so great that it Didn't like no, no Normality Reassurance(tm), presence of abnormalities(tm), Good, & everyone Can Deal b/c if you don't then it's pushing this person away, is exactly what happens, including even if they're still Around but are being mistreated b/c that is entirely part of that pushing away like anyone's victim blaming is ready to pounce at any time but if someone can't stand to stay / leaves b/c they can't see another option like that's not out of nowhere nor Regardless of what full support & flexibility they were getting lol. these Active Measures everyone loves so much, which are everywhere always & would include Staying & Trying To Make It Work & those efforts would be "disruptive" & resented & Bringing It On Oneself & etccc smh

that is to all say like. Woww when clearly basically the core thread was these beats of like, the crucial site of [thee scapegoated], & why that comes down on someone & how that plays out. endless ideas about how someone weird(tm) & disabled (&/or queer. but there's no Or here lol. & again like it's a Context like, to even be the one person without kids? likely not living up to "full" correct sexuality in that way alone; any oppression's logics of "inferiority" being logics of ableism, ready examples being that "inferior" race, gender, sexuality (& their experiences as people classed as inferior) all being pathologized as disordered) are seen & treated as someone Ruining Things & who cannot belong like whew. bracing. winding. which, i also recall like i was watching with headphones & during this one dialogue pause i was like "?? what's this Extra Sound i heard there" & had to go over it like twice before being hit upside the head like well it Was still the dialogue pause but it was also bruno Stuttering in a very quiet whisper for the duration of that pause before continuing like iiiiiiii x_x

[starchaptertogether]

do you ever remember random people from your past and start wondering how they're doing now

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best part abt having an ff14 oc is creating side content for ur wol's character development, completely unrelated to the msq going on

[bethrnoora]

speaking of saulposting im currently reading a mcwexler postcanon fic that is actively rewiring my brain it's so fucking divine

[sinkuna]

୨୧ ― The playground falls silent when Sukuna's shadow darkens the entrance.

Six foot four of raw muscle and barely contained violence, his black fitted shirt strained against broad shoulders. Scarred knuckles told stories of shattered jaws and walls alike. The tattoos that snake up his arms and across his face, ancient markings that ward away anyone foolish enough to cross him. Three prison stints. Fourteen confirmed hospitalizations of those who dared cross his path. And whispers… dark, unsettling rumors, of bodies that were never found.

But, cradled against his chest -those same hands that have crushed windpipes- holds his little girl, five years old with eyes just like his. She clutches her plastic watering can painted with daisies, her other hand firmly gripping Sukuna’s shirt like she’s taming a beast. 

"Down Papa! My flowers are thirsty!!" she demands, completely unfazed by her father whose mere presence makes grown men piss themselves…

"Tch. Such a brat, just like your mother." Sukuna growls, the same tone that makes  other parents clutch their kids a little tighter when he walks by, but the girl laughs and squeals with delight as he swings her around and sets her down.

The other parents keep their distance, their fear of Sukuna quite palpable, fueled by the whispers that cling to his name like a curse. But they watch- oh how they watch. Their eyes following him, as if expecting him to do something to prove the rumors true. Sukuna notices, a cruel smile splitting his face, revealing teeth, "What're you looking at?" he snarls at a gawking teenager, who stumbles backward in terror.

Their fear amuses him, but their opinions? Worthless.

He doesn’t care what they think, doesn’t care what they say.

He isn’t here for them anyway. He’s here for one reason, to make sure no one’s foolish enough to lay a hand on his little girl. If anyone dares, if anyone is stupid enough to try, they’ll see it firsthand. They’ll realize the stories don’t even scratch the surface. He’ll show them exactly why they should fear him- why calling him a monster is an insult to what he truly is.

"Papa! Look!" his little girl holds up a tiny daisy, "This one's for you! It's a gift, from me to you." She smiles at him, her eyes sparkling and full of love, as if he doesn’t scare the shit out of everyone else.

His face, usually frozen in a permanent scowl, softens imperceptibly, "Put it back in the ground, kid. Flowers need to grow..."

"Nooo," she pouts, "Mama gave me more seeds to plant and this one told me it wants to be with you!" She reaches up, impossibly small hand extended.

"Stubborn little-," he mutters as he crouches down, allowing her to tuck the flower behind his ear.

"See, now you're pretty just like the garden and mama!" She beams at him, her arms spread wide in a dramatic gesture of pride.

For a split second his eyes widen, surprised at the words coming out of her mouth. Pretty? Him? "I'm not pretty…" he growls, but doesn't remove the flower.

"You are to me," she says softly before wrapping her little arms around his neck, squeezing him tight and kissing him on his tatted cheek, "I love you, Papa."

Sukuna feels his heart skip a beat, then two, his throat tightening as the words leave his little brats lips. He can't bring himself to say it back- not here… He can't form the words he desperately wants to say…

Instead, his rough hands wrap around her, one hand on the back of her head, the other pressing her into his shoulder, "Yeah yeah…" His grip is gentle, almost tentative, like she might disappear if he squeezes too hard, "Me too…"

He feels her lips curl into a smile against him, and it's the only answer he needs. She understands, just like you do, the way he shows his love instead of saying it.

"C'mon," he ruffles her hair, "your mother will have my ass if I don't get us home." He takes her hand, fingers engulfing hers.

"Don't worry, Papa, the flowers will protect us!!"

As they walk home, her tiny hand disappearing in his massive one, Sukuna still wears the bloom behind his ear. A passing man stares a bit too long for Sukuna’s liking and receives a glare promising slow, creative violence if he doesn't look away immediately.

But his daughter just swings their joined hands, chattering about which seeds she'll plant next, completely unafraid of the monster whose reputation makes hardened criminals wake in cold sweats.

She is his one weakness, though he'd gut anyone who suggested it.

And he is her guardian- her hero, and she reminds him daily.

The fearsome Sukuna, brought to his knees by a little girl who talks to flowers.

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[malum-forev]

Eyes, They Never Lie

Summary: Sam and Bucky try to recruit (Y/N), Bucky's ex and a former Avenger who has left that life behind. But they realize her life has changed completely once they meet a her daughter with striking blue eyes.

Pairings: Bucky x Former!Avenger!Reader

“They want me to assemble a group,” Sam takes a long sip of his beer, thinking that it’ll do something to ease his mind. “The New Avengers.”

Bucky lets out a low whistle.

“I know.” Sam mutters. So far, it’s Captain America and the Falcon, but other than that, he’s completely lost. “Back when Steve was here, there was a place for us to go. We could aspire to one day go into the compound and train, but now, anyone who is willing to be part of the team is scattered all around the world.”

Bucky hasn’t said anything, not because he doesn’t know how to help his friend but because he’s so lost in his own journey. Running for congress sounded like a good idea, until he started dealing with the political world. So much bureaucracy, so many people wanting to fatten their wallets. And not enough actual helping.

“You got any ideas?” Sam asks, bringing him out of his mind.

But Bucky just hums, because the idea he does have is crazy.

“C’mon I know that being a silent watcher is your whole deal but I need some help over here. How the hell am I going to build a team from zero?”

Bucky finishes his drink, as if that’s going to help jumpstart his confidence. “Are you looking for fresh meat? Or do you got space for an old timer?”

Sam’s eyes widen. “I thought all your fighting days were behind you.”

“I want out,” Bucky loosens the tie on his neck. “I want to go out on the field again. Really help.”

Sam runs a hand down his face, there’s hesitation in the way he looks at Bucky. 

“Unless…” Bucky gulps. “Unless I’m not what you’re looking for.”

“No, no.” Sam places a hand on his shoulder. “I just need to tell you something before you say yes to this-“

“What is it?”

“I was-uh-“ Sam looks up at the screen above them, not wanting to look at his friend in the eye when he says it. “I was gonna ask her to join, too.”

“Oh,” Bucky can’t help but think back to when you were his, at least for a moment. Every time he thinks about being happy, you’re right there next to him. 

You were the first woman he was actually interested in. He spent years wasting time with thousands of women, letting them in his apartment but never into his heart. But your eyes reeled him in from the moment you started as an agent. Steve would always tease Bucky, saying he’d have to see you fall in love with someone else if he didn’t ask you out. 

Those were the best years of his life. No doubt.

Until you left. You retired, and wanted nothing to do with him. And all the love you had seemed to evaporate from one day to the next.

But Bucky? He was still waiting for you to come back. 

“I-I thought she disappeared, retired.” Bucky stutters at your memory. 

“I found out where she lives now. And I planned on talking her into the group.” Sam looks down at the beer in his hand.

“I’m in.” Bucky says, but he’ll never be sure if he accepted because he wanted out of the political world or if he wanted another glimpse of you. 

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“The house is supposed to be up the road.” Sam mutters, trying to find cel reception. But the two of them were so deep into the woods, it was almost impossible. 

Bucky had always imagined you’d end up like this. Off the grid, living off your land. But in the dream, the two of you would be together. He’d spend the day cutting wood and harvesting whatever you’d grown, and you’d be deep into a hobby, spending your nights recounting your wild life. 

They see an opening up the road, but as they come closer, their eyebrows knit together.

“This can’t be it.” Sam says under his breath.

A huge cabin, surrounded by pine trees, is the only thing around. There’s a big tree at the front of the cabin, with a tree house on one of its branches. A glittery pink bike on the lawn along with a replica of Mjolnir next to it.

Sam parks his truck and they both step out cautiously. Bucky looks around, wondering how the woman who used to scream at the sight of a spider could live here, all alone.

As they come closer to the front door, they hear rustling from the tree house.

Bucky nudges his friend’s shoulder. “There’s someone over here.” 

Sam’s head whips just enough to see a pair of binoculars looking at them from the wooden window. 

“Hello?” He calls out but there’s no answer.

“Do you live here?” Bucky asks, only to be slapped on the chest by his friend.

“You can’t ask that! It’s creepy!”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “How else am I supposed to get an answer if I don’t ask a question?” 

But there's no response from the person inside the tree house. Instead, there's clanking and banging and before they even realize it, there's a little girl pointing a bow and arrow directly at them.

"State your name! Now!" She tries to look menacing but her outfit is too much for the two men to handle. Sky blue rain boots with a purple tutu, a Def Leppard t-shirt and heart shaped sunglasses.

"Oh my god." Sam immediately melts. "Aren't you the cutest little thing I've ever seen."

But the little girl doesn't fall for the Captain's words, she points the arrow directly at Sam. "Don't make me repeat my question, I know how to use this."

"Do you live with an adult? Your aunt, maybe?" Bucky's throat dries up as he asks the question. He knew you had siblings before you went into the crazy line of work that were the Avengers, and he begged that the little girl before him was theirs.

Bucky spent hours thinking about you on the way here. He'd been dreaming of seeing you again, thinking of what must have changed and what stayed the same. But he never thought there was a possibility you had moved on.

"Is your-" Bucky clears his throat. "Is your dad home?"

Sam eyes his partner. "Smooth."

The little girl walks backwards until her back bumps into the cabin's front door. "I'll call my daddy."

Bucky's heart stops. After years, he was still thinking of you whenever his eyes closed, and you, you were completely over him. Started a family with someone else.

"I'm sorry, Buck." Sam pats his back, immediately noticing the shift in his friend's eyes.

"S'okay." Bucky mutters, grinding his combat boot into the ground. "I'm not here for her, I'm here to assemble the team."

"I know, but-"

"I said I'm fine." Bucky snaps, running a hand through his shorter hair.

You'd begged him, for years, to cut his hair.

"I love your long hair," you'd once murmured against his lips. "But I also love how you looked during the Howling Commandos era."

"Era? You're making me sound more old than I am." Bucky smiled against your lips.

"I'm just saying, you could shorten it." Whenever you looked into his eyes, it made him feel like he was the only thing in the world.

"I thought you liked pulling my hair." Bucky flipped you on the bed, taking in your bubbling laughter.

The creaking sound of the cabin door brought him back to now. Bucky sucks in air, preparing to meet the man who is apparently so incredible that you decided to drop everything to be with him.

He has to be at last six feet. Well I'm 6 foot 1, on a good day. Bucky responds to his own thoughts. And he must be jacked. Not as jacked as me, I'm the fucking Winter Soldier for fucks sake! He must love her. Well I, I've loved her every day since I met her.

It feels like it takes hours for this mystery man to come out. The door opens slowly, only to reveal... You.

Bucky's knees buckle as your eyes meet his. You hadn't changed a lick, and if he didn't know better, he'd think that you were still his. Bucky's hands ball into fists at his side, needing a physical reminder to not reach out and hold you. Beg for your kisses. Tell you he doesn't care that you left, just as long as you take him back.

"Sam? Bucky?" Your voice trembles. "What are you doing here? How did you find me?"

The little girl pokes her head from behind your legs. "Mommy!"

"Mommy?" Sam and Bucky shriek at the same time.

"Attack them! Take them down!" Your daughter laughs.

"Young lady!" You scold.

But the little girl interrupts you, raising a chubby hand to stop your words. "I've already told you my name is Tashi Romanoff."

"Tashi, please, go upstairs and play. I need to talk to them for a moment. In private." You enunciate your last two words, knowing they were her least favorite words in the world.

"Fine," she huffs, turning on her heels. But not before taking off her rain boots and heart shaped sunglasses to reveal a pair of striking eyes. Clear blue with a steel ring surrounding her iris. Bucky's brows furrow as he catches a glimpse of Tashi's eyes, almost the same exact shade as the one he sports.

"W-wai-She's-" Bucky stutters out, not being able to comprehend what just happened.

"Tashi, huh?" Sam raises his eyebrows.

"Yeah, she’s going through a phase where she refuses to be called by her name," you close the door behind you. "Auntie Nat came to visit us during the blip and she just latched on to her."

"W-was her dad blipped?" Bucky tries to act normal but his heart is beating out of his chest.

"Her dad isn't in the picture." You cross your arms. "She was a surprise."

"So-uh-so that means." Bucky points between him and the house. Not being able to get the words out. "There's no way that."

"She's not yours, Barnes." You roll your eyes at your ex boyfriend.

"But she-her eyes." He blinks.

"There are a lot of guys with blue eyes out there." You let out a light laugh. It was strangely easy for you to slip into how things were, teasing and sharing laughs was the base of your relationship with Bucky. But now, so much time has passed, and you're definitely not the same person you were back then.

"What are you guys doing here?" You look down at the floor as you ask the question.

"Someone out there has created a mind controlling substance that puts everyone in danger. And we need to stop him. We found his lab and we got some of the vials but we need your help taking him down." Sam says but you're shaking your head before he even has time to finish. "I want to form a group. The world needs us again."

"Look, Sam, I appreciate you going through all the trouble to find me but, as you can see, I have other priorities now." You look back into the house through the window to find your daughter peeking through the window.

"But-" Bucky speaks up but you stop him.

"You guys can stay the night if you'd like," you say, looking at the darkening sky. "But I'm not going back. There's a reason I left that life."

Bucky bites his tongue to stop himself from asking you what that reason was.

"Thanks for letting us stay." Sam smiles as he passes the threshold of your home.

You never thought this day would come. Seeing your daughter run around your back yard with one of your best friends.

“She’s beautiful.” Bucky comes to stand next to you, but you only hum in agreement. Words seemingly disappeared from your mind the second his scent wafted closer to you. Sandalwood and fire, clean linens with a dash of something else. So masculine, so protective. So incredibly, Bucky. 

“How old is she?” He asks.

“Don’t do this to yourself.” You take a deep breath in, letting him coat your lungs. 

“I just want to know.” Bucky tries to act innocently. He dissects every trait he can tell comes from you, but the rest, they look awfully similar to him. Tashi’s nose has the same bump as his and her eyes crinkle just like Bucky’s when she smiles. 

“Faking was never your forte.” You smile. “She’s not your daughter Bucky.”

“Bucky.” He repeats his name like it hurts him to say. “You never used to call me that.” 

“Well, I used to call you baby but I wouldn’t want Tashi to start asking questions about who my other baby is.” 

Bucky lets out a laugh, it’s a low grumble that shakes his ribs. It’s been so long since he felt this peace. “I missed this,” he lets the words slip out.

“I missed this too.” You say, barely above a whisper, stopping yourself before you say that you missed him. But you did.

Every day since you left, you thought of Bucky. Of the way he used to hold you so tenderly and the kisses he gave you at night. Of how he said I love you and made it sound like the only words that existed.

But all those memories were of the past, your life before Tashi came in. And you should keep them like that.

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The moonlight is the only thing that illuminates Bucky as he wanders around the cabin. He didn't mean to lurk but he'd woken up from a nightmare.

Your home was different than he imagined. A lot more stuffed animals and toys and less trinkets from your past life. There were a couple of pictures here and there but they were mostly of Tashi and you.

"What are you doing up?" Bucky jumps up at the sound of her squeaky voice.

Tashi looks up at him with those goddamned eyes. They looked so much like his, it was concerning.

"I-I couldn't sleep." Bucky rubs the back of his neck.

"Do you have nightmares?" She asks so innocently. If only she knew the things he dreamed of. "I have them too."

"You do?" Bucky whispers, making her nod her little head.

"Mommy usually helps be back to sleep but I don't want to wake her up." Tashi brings a finger to her mouth, motioning for the Sergeant to keep quiet. "Don't tell her I woke up, promise?"

"Promise." Bucky brings out his pinky, wrapping it around her little finger. "I'll let you in on a little secret of mine."

Tashi's blue eyes widen, urging him to go on.

"You may not know about me but, there was a time your Mommy helped me with my nightmares." Bucky smiles at the memory.

"I know about you, silly goose." Tashi covers her giggles with her hand.

"You do?"

She nods, holding her hand out and taking him to her playroom. Sitting Bucky in an incredibly small chair. "You're the boy from my book!"

Tashi places in his hands a hand sewn felt book. The characters were a bit wonky but Bucky could immediately spot himself in the fabric.

"You're the boy with the heart of gold and the arm of steel." She says, proudly pointing to the book.

"The boy with the heart of gold and the arm of steel would save anyone, especially the people he loved," Bucky read his description on the book. "People around the world misjudged him, but that didn't stop him from being good. He proved them all wrong."

"You're my favorite character," Tashi smiles wide. "Don't tell Uncle Sam."

"Your secret is safe with me." Bucky lets out a watery smile, setting the book down on the floor. "How about you go up to your room and I can tell you a story about your mom."

"Really?" Tashi jumps up.

"Only if you promise to try and go to sleep again." Bucky raises his eyebrow, trying to appear strong but the little girl already had him wrapped around her finger.

"Under one condition," Tashi crosses her arms. "I can go outside and get my Natasha figurine."

Bucky bites down on his lip. "It's quite late to go outside."

"Please?" She pouts. "It'll only take a second."

God she looks so much like you.

"Fine." Bucky gives in. "But I'll be watching by the door, can't let you go outside all alone."

The super soldier walks behind the little girl, watching as she runs outside and sifts through the grass.

Bucky should have known something was wrong, he should have heard them lurking in the bushes. But he was too distracted by her, too distracted by the idea that this could have been his life. That in some multiverse, Tashi was his daughter and he could've retired next to the love of his life.

But he didn't. And it was too late once he realized what was happening.

Tens of agents dressed in black closed in on the cabin, running onto the property. Tashi was the first thing they grabbed.

He heard her yell out his name, but it happened in slow motion.

"No!" Bucky screamed, running towards the man who kidnapped her. "Let her go!"

Tashi's red splotched eyes was the last thing Bucky saw before they crammed her into a black van and left down the only road. His feet burned as he ran behind them, but not even Bucky was able to catch up to them.

Once he came back to the cabin, Sam and you were running around trying to understand what happened.

"I'm sorry." Bucky lets the tears run down his face. "I couldn't stop them."

You dropped to the floor with a sob.

Bucky's knees finally gave out. "I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry- We're going to get her back, I promise that I'll get her back."

Authors note: hi hiiii omg I went a little bit overboard with this one. It's been a looooong time since I wrote something this long. I hope y'all like it! Xx

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Hi I was wondering if we could get another Bob Reynolds headcanon x reader thing maybe like a size kink cuz the actor is 6'0 and muscular. Please and thank you 🙏🏼

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he licked his lips silently as you compared your hand to his, laughing and chattering about how big his hand was compared to yours—which, honestly, was quite little—and how cute it looked when bob was such a big man. “your hand must be the size of my head!” you said, still laughing as you held his hand between your two smaller ones.

some time ago, this wouldn’t have affected him, but now, at this moment, it was completely different. bob had been paying a certain amount of attention to your size, to how small you were compared to him, not just your hands, but your whole self. especially when he cuddled with you and you almost disappeared in his arms, that was... something he had never paid attention to, but it was getting to him.

“i’m way too big for you, aren’t i, little thing?” he grumbled hoarsely, his eyes darting from the way your hands played with his to your face lying on his chest. lying on top of him, you still looked smaller and by god’s sake, it wasn’t healthy what this was doing to his mind.

little thing. he gave you that nickname and used it constantly, even around the others, which always got a few laughs and made him tease you a little more. “i should start calling you big boy.” the new nickname made him let out a low groan, making you laugh when you realized that you had found a way to tease him the same way he did to you.

“don’t give me that big boy thing...” he almost pouted for a moment before tossing you a little to the side and making you lie on your back on the mattress, climbing over you. “you’re the little thing here and only you.” bob couldn’t help but notice the way he could keep you immobile beneath him so easily, just one hand of his would be enough to hold both your wrists and you wouldn’t even complain about it.

“well, do you intend to do anything about it or...?”

damn teasing. you should’ve known better than to say that to him—not when he hadn’t touched anyone like he really wanted to in so long. touch-starved, you could tell by the way he was forcing himself inside you. there you are, legs wrapped around his hips and nails scratching the skin in his back beneath the hoodie, the worst part was that you were enjoying this more than you thought you really would.

bob couldn’t control himself, he needed this. the way you said he wouldn’t fit and he still forced himself inside your sweet pussy, so tight around his cock to the point where he was whimpering as much as you were. “qui-quiet...” he nibbled on your shoulder between thrusts, one hand snaking over your mouth just to make sure you wouldn’t moan too loudly at any moment.

but, he could still hear your mumbling against his palm and it only caused to make him harder, burying his face in the crook of your neck, sucking on your skin as he tried to keep himself quiet. the marks you would have in your neck tomorrow weren’t a concern now, but rather getting every inch of him inside you.

maybe, you were right in calling him a big boy. he might be big, but he was still a boy, acting all dominant, but losing it the second his cock felt too big for your little pussy. you were squeezing him so tightly that he could barely form a coherent sentence, just moaning and panting against your skin, licking and sucking it in his failed attempts to not be loud.

“f-fuck, you feel so... so... good,” he whispered, drawn out and muffled, against your ear, taking his hand away from your mouth, still thrusting into you hard. “i wanna come for you... inside you... please...” bob was just a completely mess, like you. the hand that was previously on your mouth moving down to find the hem of his hoodie, which he held up a little higher.

his intention was to feel you and also make you feel every single inch of him in those last moments, he wanted to sink into you every day, every hour, but he could settle for just a few days a week. he was making it worth it, stretching you open around his huge cock, making you delirious with it and making himself delirious with the sensation.

your orgasm came seconds before his and he caught a glimpse of the satisfaction on your face, it was enough to intensify his pleasure, leaving him limp above you as his thick jets filled you and left him in a limbo of momentary drowsiness. he knew he shouldn’t have gone so deep with it and he felt a little bad, he was afraid of hurting you.

“i’m sorry, little thing, did i hurt you?” he whispered softly like a lullaby, looking a little worried that he had done more than he should’ve. bob pulled out of you slowly, stroking your thigh, his eyes fixed on yours for any signs. “are you okay? did i do too much?”

you were a little tired and out of breath, still dealing with the aftermath of what had just happened, but you noticed the clear concern on his face and the gentle touch on your thigh, as if he was still trying to apologize for something he didn’t even need to. “it’s okay... i liked it, no need to apologize,” your words made him let out a relieved sigh before pressing a peck against your lips, keeping his face close to yours. “did you like it?”

“yeah.” he didn’t even think before answering, he just smirked silly, his hand on your thigh squeezing some of the skin. “i wanna do it again... and again...” then, he pressed another peck against your lips. “actually, can we do it again? like... now.”

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