Bakugo knows—very clearly—that he used to beg for your attention.
Blatantly. Shamelessly. Loudly.
Back in U.A., before rings and vows and a shared last name, he’d glare at anyone who took too long talking to you. Hover too close. Make you laugh a little too much. He was terrible at hiding it. Everyone knew. You knew. He’d insist he wasn’t begging, but the way he leaned toward you, the way his voice softened only for you, the way he demanded your focus like oxygen—yeah. Begging.
He still is.
The only difference now is that he has competition.
Very small. Very sparkly. Very determined.
Your daughter does not ask for your attention politely. She claims it.
She wedges herself between you and Bakugo on the couch without apology, curls into your side like it’s her birthright, and hooks an arm around your waist.
“Mommy,” she says sweetly. Final. Possessive.
Bakugo clicks his tongue. “Oi. I was sitting there.”
She looks at him—your eyes, his glare. “Too slow.”
And just like that, it’s on.
If Bakugo kisses your cheek, she’s immediately climbing onto your lap, cupping your face with both hands. “Mommy, look at me.”
If he wraps an arm around your shoulders, she physically pries his hand off. “No touching. Mommy’s busy.”
“Busy with what?” he snaps.
“With me.”
He fumes. “You don’t own her.”
She gasps. Loud. Dramatic. “She’s my mommy.”
Bakugo scoffs. “She was my wife first.”
She plants her hands on her hips. “And now she’s my mommy.”
“That’s not how—”
You don’t even get to stop it. They’re already circling each other, both stubborn, both fiery, both utterly convinced they deserve all of you.
Bakugo glares down at his daughter. “Why are you policing how I treat my wife?”
She points at him like a tiny prosecutor. “You’re doing it wrong.”
“I’VE BEEN DOING IT SINCE BEFORE YOU EXISTED.”
“And I’m doing it better.”
She climbs higher into your arms, presses her cheek against your chest, and smiles smugly at him. Victory declared.
Bakugo opens his mouth to argue—then freezes.
Because she looks exactly like you.
Same face. Same expressions. Same little habits. But the way she clings to you? The way her eyes soften only for you? That part—that desperate, wholehearted love?
That’s his.
And it hits him every time.
Another moment: you’re in the kitchen, chopping vegetables. Bakugo steps behind you, arms slipping around your waist. Instantly—
“HEY.”
Your daughter appears like a summoned demon.
“No hugging Mommy from behind.”
Bakugo growls. “Why the hell not?”
“Because that’s sneaky.”
“It’s romantic.”
She squints. “I don’t like it.”
“YOU’RE FIVE.”
“So?”
She wedges herself between you again, tiny arms wrapping around your leg. “I hug Mommy.”
Later, when you’re tired and curled on the couch, Bakugo pulls your head gently to his chest. Your daughter climbs up too, plopping herself directly on top of him.
“Move,” he mutters.
“No.”
“I can’t breathe.”
“Good.”
You laugh softly, and both of them immediately look at you—like the sound belongs to them. Like you belong to them.
Bakugo meets your daughter’s eyes. “Stop stealing my wife.”
She grins, all teeth and triumph. “You’re stealing my mommy.”
They pause. Stare.
Then—reluctantly, begrudgingly—Bakugo sighs and pulls both of you closer.
“Tch. Fine,” he mutters. “But I saw her first.”
Your daughter hums happily, already half-asleep. “We can share.”
Bakugo looks down at you—at her—at the two most important things in his world, and his chest aches in a way he never complains about.
Because he used to beg for your attention alone.
Now he gets to watch someone who looks like you, loves like him, fight just as hard for it.
Can I get a Yandre Inasa Yoarashi and Yandre Tenya Iida hc’s please
OMG! I STAN THIS MAN SO HARD! Like, deadass, I love him. He’s so precious! 😩
Link to Tenya Iida’s
SFW
Inasa is the yandere that no one sees coming, and if everything goes right, no one ever finds out.
Very big on trying to win his darling over and not give in to the desire to steal them away to someplace where it’s just the two of them.
Very lucid and knows that won’t get him what he wants, which is his darling's unconditional love and acceptance.
And this loud, gentle giant, while extremely weird, is so wholesome that his darling can’t help but fall.
He’s just so in love with his darling and never misses an opportunity to tell them.
Always smiling and never taking his eyes off them if he can help it, the way he drags them into a hug whenever he can.
It can be a bit overwhelming at times, but they will never feel unloved, not for a second.
Cuddles, kisses, spending time together, and every other form of affection under the sun are showered upon his darling.
It will be toned down in public if his darling asks him to, but at home, he’s not holding a single thing back.
His darling will not escape his cuddles, unless they ask him to let them go.
Then he’ll pout like a child, but do as asked, after a few more kisses and getting a promise that they will be right back.
Feeding his darling is a favorite pastime of his, that and cuddling.
Any chance he gets to stuff his darling full of food is being taken.
It makes him feel like he’s fulfilling the role of husband, something he really wants to be for them.
Man is a professional gentleman, and I will hear nothing to the contrary.
Opening doors, pulling out chairs, genuinely listening to everything they say with hearts in his eyes, and refusing to let his darling carry heavy things, among lots of other things.
He’s so fucking smitten it’s not even funny.
Inasa won’t blow up his darling's phone, but texts and calls are incredibly frequent.
Stalking isn’t really a thing with him.
Why would he need to track his darlings' every move when they love him?
Plus, they share their location with him, so he always knows where they are.
Doesn’t get jealous for the same reason.
Absolutely loves it when his darling steals his clothes.
Something about it makes him feral and briefly lose the ability to form coherent thoughts.
It’s cuteness aggression mixed with the desire to lock them away and have his way with them.
Steal his hero costume and be prepared to not move from his room for a very long time.
But, he will always be so soft with his darling.
The last thing he wants to do is hurt them.
Hit him, curse him out, stab him; none of it matters.
He will NEVER hurt his darling.
He will be incredibly sad, though. :(
Others, on the other hand, are not safe.
Anyone who hurts his darling is getting beaten, most of the time without even knowing that it was him.
We all know he maintains an everlasting, frankly alarming vendetta against everyone who’s ever wronged his darling.
Antients forbid anyone hurts his darling physically; they’re getting put in the dirt.
And then he’s coddling his darling, refusing to let them lift a finger.
Asks his darlings' opinion on everything he buys; if they don’t like it, then he doesn’t buy it.
Will compare hand sizes and don’t ask why he’s blushing.
Turns it into handholding so fast they’ll think it was just an excuse; it was not.
If he feels that there is no other way to get his darling, e.i they told him outright that it was never going to happen, then and only then does he kidnap his darling.
He spends months picking out the perfect place and fixing it up so that it’s as close to his darling's dream house as possible, with a room that’s an exact replica of their current room, so the move isn’t so stressful.
He knows it is going to be extremely stressful for his darling, and anything to make them more comfortable is getting done.
Once everything is ready, his darling gets one more chance to change their mind before it’s lights out and they wake hours later in their new home with their new husband.
He forged the papers and paid off anyone who asked questions.
Don’t take off the ring; it makes him sad.
Wouldn’t ever force his darling into anything, but that doesn’t mean he can’t manipulate things so they come to him willingly.
His body runs hot as a space heater, and he controls wind, so he’s definitely using that to his advantage.
This also happens if he doesn’t kidnap his darling, but in that case, it’s something they both laugh about.
Doesn’t use pet names; nothing is better than his darling's name.
His end goal is a ring on his darling's finger and coming home to them at the end of the day.
He’s that guy who makes his spouse his whole personality. <3
NSFW
Inasa will always wait for his darling to initiate basically everything, in the case of a kidnapping.
He knows that he’s a big guy, and he would rather live through the ache of not touching them than find out that they were too scared to tell him no.
Something he knows WILL happen.
All he wants is his darling's love and their willing touch.
If his darling isn’t happy, then neither is he.
Size kink all the way.
Doesn’t matter if he’s the bigger one or the smaller one, though he does prefer being bigger.
He’s very, very, very vocal during sex.
His darling will know that he thinks they feel good around him, that he adores them, and that he would kill for them.
Man loves praise, both giving and receiving; beware that he will nut instantly the first time his darling compliments him during the act.
Antients forbid they say they love him while he’s balls deep.
Man won’t let go until their brain is mush and their legs don’t work.
Does not like quickies; he will take his time with his darling, and no amount of teasing will get him to fuck them anywhere he can’t do that.
Thick fingers having to stretch his darling open so they can take all of him without being hurt is a must, and another reason he wants to take his time.
Mostly just likes watching his darling's face instead of the door.
Doesn’t take sex as seriously as some others do, so there will be a lot of laughing and playing.
He is not pulling out; that’s his darling, and they will be stuffed full.
King of aftercare, darlings getting a bath or at least a rub down with a warm washcloth, cool water, a few snacks, and so many cuddles.
Sometimes it will take him a little while to get to the cleaning because he loves the feel of his darling's sweaty body against his, but his darling will always be cleaned up after.
His darling is the most important person in his life, and he will take care of them; this is a threat.
Loves the way his darling smells, so much so that they will sometimes wake up with his face shoved into places that he’s not even a little embarrassed about.
Does this while they're awake as well, just stop moving, and his face is flush against their crotch.
He’s a little a lot disgusting about it, but 100% not ashamed.
Thighs are his favorite; that’s his pillow, your honor.
An added benefit is getting to use his mouth to leave his darling a shaking mess.
Don’t try him, the only thing that will save his darling from having useless legs is meaning it when they beg him to stop because it’s too much.
Might drag one more out, just to be sure.
I hope his darling likes giving bruises; he may not like hurting them, but he loves having their bites on his skin.
They will have to beg him if they want the bites returned, but secretly, he’ll enjoy looking at their bruised skin after.
Will feel terrible, but it won’t take any convincing next time.
Synopsis: When Katsuki brings you home to meet his parents, what was supposed to be a simple introduction turns into an all-out battle of wits, insults, and dominance, leaving him utterly defeated as his own mother chooses you over him.
Katsuki Bakugou had faced a lot of dangerous situations in his life—villains, explosions, life-or-death battles. But nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared him for the moment he brought you home to meet his parents.
“Listen, my old hag’s annoying as hell, so don’t let her get to you,” he muttered, gripping your hand as you both stood at the doorstep.
You gave him a look. “Katsuki, she’s your mother.”
“Yeah, and?”
Before you could scold him, the door slammed open.
“TOOK YOU LONG ENOUGH, YOU DAMN BRAT!” Mitsuki Bakugou stood in the doorway, hands on her hips, scowling at her son like he’d just committed the greatest sin of all time. “WHAT, YOU FORGOT WHERE YOUR OWN HOUSE WAS?!”
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “MAYBE IF YOU WEREN’T ALWAYS YELLING, I WOULDN’T HAVE TO THINK TWICE ABOUT COMING HOME, YOU OLD HAG!”
SMACK!
The entire house went silent.
Your hand was now firmly planted on the back of Katsuki’s head. He stumbled forward, eyes wide in pure betrayal, whipping around to face you.
“WHAT THE HELL, WOMAN?!”
You crossed your arms, glaring at him. “That’s your mother, you fucker! Show some damn respect!”
“THE HELL DID YOU JUST CALL ME?!”
Mitsuki’s jaw dropped, then—
“PFTTTT—HAHAHAHAHA!” She threw her head back, cackling like she had just won the lottery. “OH MY GOD, I LOVE HER!”
“LIKE HELL YOU DO!” Katsuki barked, rubbing the back of his head. “SHE JUST ASSAULTED ME!”
“You deserved it, you disrespectful gremlin!” you shot back. “Seriously, what kind of son yells at his mom like that?”
“I’VE BEEN YELLING AT HER FOR YEARS, AND NOW YOU GOT A DAMN PROBLEM WITH IT?!”
“Yes, because I have manners! Something you apparently lack!”
Mitsuki wiped away a tear from laughing so hard. “Ohhh, she’s perfect! You’re officially approved, sweetheart. You are absolutely going to be my daughter-in-law.”
You grinned back. “Happy to be here, Mom.”
Katsuki’s eye twitched as he whipped around to you. “OI—THE HELL?! I HAVEN’T EVEN INTRODUCED YOU YET, AND YOU’RE ALREADY CALLING HER MOM?!”
You shrugged, completely unbothered. “She likes me. What can I say?”
Mitsuki smirked. “More than I like you, that’s for sure.”
Katsuki let out an inhuman screech. “WHAT KIND OF BACKSTABBING BULLSH—”
Mitsuki waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, quit your whining, brat. I finally got a daughter, and you’re just gonna have to deal with it.”
Katsuki looked personally offended. “THE HELL YOU MEAN ‘FINALLY’?! YOU HAD ME!”
“You don’t count,”
Katsuki let out a primal scream. “I’M STILL YOUR SON! HOW THE HELL ARE YOU PICKING HER OVER ME?!” Mitsuki shrugged. “Because she’s not a little brat. She’s beautiful, polite, and doesn’t yell at me every five seconds. Unlike some people.” Katsuki choked. “THE HELL YOU JUST SAY?!”
“You heard me, brat.” Mitsuki grinned at you. “I’ve been waiting YEARS for someone to smack some sense into this idiot. Welcome to the family.”
You smirked at Katsuki. “See? Your mom likes me more than you.” His eye twitched. “LIKE HELL SHE DOES!”
“Like hell I don’t!” Mitsuki shot back.
“I’M YOUR ACTUAL KID, YOU OLD HAG!”
“AND SHE’S BETTER THAN YOU!”
“LIKE HELL SHE IS!”
“I BROUGHT YOU INTO THIS WORLD AND GRACED YOU WITH MY GENES—DON’T MAKE ME SHOVE YOU BACK UP MY VAGINA!”
Masaru spit out his tea.
“WHAT THE ACTUAL FU—?!” Katsuki turned horrified. “WHY THE HELL WOULD YOU EVEN SAY THAT?! HAVE SOME FUCKING MANNERS!”
“OH MY GOD.”
Mitsuki grinned. “YOU WANNA ACT LIKE A LITTLE SHIT, I’LL SEND YOU BACK TO WHERE YOU CAME FROM.”
He was losing his mind now.
This was supposed to be a simple introduction. Bring you home, let you meet his parents, and get the hell out before anything too embarrassing happened. But no. Instead, you and his traitor of a mother had become best friends within minutes, and somehow, the two of you were teaming up against him. “This is mutiny,” he muttered under his breath, arms crossed as he glared at the two of you laughing like old friends. Masaru sipped his tea quietly, already accepting that this night belonged to chaos.
“Alright, listen up,” he grumbled, arms crossed as he stood at the head of the table. “I officially brought her here to introduce her to you, so stop running your damn mouths for a second.”
Mitsuki snorted. “What, so we weren’t already introduced when she smacked you upside the head?” You smirked. “Pretty sure that was the best introduction I could’ve made.”
Katsuki shot you a glare. “The hell is that supposed to mean?!”
“It means you deserved it,” you replied sweetly.
Mitsuki cackled. “She’s got a good head on her shoulders. Unlike you.”
Katsuki groaned. “Tch. Whatever.” He sighed, resigned to his fate. “Fine. This is my girlfriend, (Y/N).”
Masaru smiled warmly. “It’s nice to meet you, Y/N. You seem like a wonderful young lady.” Mitsuki grinned. “A smart young lady, too. I like this one.”
Katsuki clicked his tongue. “Yeah, yeah, whatever—can we eat now, old hag?”
SMACK!
For the second time that night, your hand connected with the back of his head. Katsuki whipped around, eyes blazing. “THAT’S THE SECOND FUCKING TIME PRINCESS,”
You planted your hands on your hips. “What do you think, Katsuki? You will not call your mom like that while I’m here!”
“She doesn’t care—”
“I CARE!” you snapped.
Mitsuki threw her head back in laughter. “Oh, this is hilarious,” Masaru sighed. “We did try to raise him with manners…”
You crossed your arms. “Now, say it properly.” Katsuki scowled. “Like hell I will.”
“Oh, yes you will,” you countered. “Now, repeat after me: Can we eat now, Moomm~~?”
Katsuki twitched. “No.” You smirked, tapping your fingers on the table. “Alright then, let’s break it down,” You lifted a finger. “M.”
Mitsuki gasped dramatically. “Oh my god, she’s spelling it out for him,” Masaru chuckled behind his tea. Katsuki’s eye twitched. “Don’t you dare—”
You lifted a second finger. “O.”
Katsuki growled. “I swear to fucking god—”
A third finger. “M.”
Mitsuki was shaking from laughter. “THE DISRESPECT! HE’S BEING TAUGHT LIKE A DAMN TODDLER!”
Katsuki turned to his father, seething. “ARE YOU JUST GONNA SIT THERE AND LET THIS HAPPEN?!”
Masaru gave him a helpless smile. “Well… you really should call your mom properly, son.”
Katsuki nearly flipped the table. You leaned closer, lips barely an inch from his ear. “C’mon, Katsuki~. Say it properly,
or… I’LL. REPEAT. IT”
Katsuki gritted his teeth. His body shook with barely contained rage. Finally, through pure suffering, he muttered—
“…Can we eat now,
…Mom.”
The room went silent.
Then—
Mitsuki slammed her hand on the table and howled. Masaru sighed in relief.
You? You just grinned and reached up to press a quick, soft kiss on Katsuki’s lips.
Instant shutdown.
Katsuki turned beet red as he stood frozen in place. You patted his cheek. “Good boy,”
Mitsuki was wheezing at this point. “HOLY SHIT—HE LOOKS LIKE HIS BRAIN JUST SHORT CIRCUITED!” Masaru chuckled. “Well, at least she knows how to calm him down.”
Katsuki snapped out of it and pointed at his mom. “YOU’RE NEVER SPEAKING OF THIS AGAIN,” Mitsuki wiped away a tear. “Like hell I won’t. I’m calling your aunt about this.”
“LIKE HELL YOU ARE!”
As Katsuki and his mom bickered, you just sipped your tea, completely at peace.
Yeah. You were definitely part of this family now.
A/N: I hope you enjoy this new piece! Let me know your thoughts in the comments. Also, thank you for all the love and support—it truly warms my heart to see you reading my work.
I dare you to make a Yandere platonic Choso and baby reader headcannon
Platonic Yandere Choso x baby Itadori reader headcanons
God, I'm so giddy when I think about any of the characters of jjk. My fav man, Choso, cmere *mwah mwah*. Check out my MASTERLIST for more!
Choso pretty much breaks down when Yuji tells him that he has a little sister, you. Choso always wanted a younger sister. I mean all his life he's only ever had brothers (who he loves very much), but like a baby sis brings out a whole new softness in him. It doesn't matter if you're a womb sister or not, he's gonna love you either way.
He's so protective of you- I can't even begin to tell you how much. Especially after he lost his 2 brothers and pretty much everyone is trying to kill Itadori, he's not gonna let anyone touch a hair on you fuzzy little head.
Is always in awe at how tiny you are as compared to him, which only further serves to increase his protectiveness over you. Yuji once walked in on him putting his entire hand on your face, because he was comparing that his hand was larger than your head.
LOVES to play with you. A lot. Choso uses his cursed technique to use his blood as strings that he dangles in front of you so that you chase it, and you're always so enamoured by his blood strings. He also uses his strings to levitate you in air, always careful to not hurt you with his technique or drop you (he would never).
1000% carries you around everywhere. He never uses a baby carrier or harness, nope just carries you around. Doesn't matter where you're going, he will haul you up on his shoulders or simply in his arms and walk around town while all the people and curses are looking at him like "No way is that child related to you."
Adores all sounds you make. If you're giggling, he'll tickle you more to make you laugh. If youre babbling, then he nods and holds a whole ass conversation with you, pretending he understands everything you're saying.
Choso is AMAZING at doing your hair and no one can convince me otherwise. He'll give Rei todoroki a run for her money. Any style you want, he knows how to do it. Sits you down on his lap and uses a blood string to keep you busy, while he pulls out a 100 clips and hair ties put of his pocket and a tiny pink brush. Yeah, he carries these things everywhere, only because you like to run around a lot and he needs to fix your hair for his own peace of mind. What? It's calming for him. His favourite style are double buns. You just look so cute when the buns are bobbing about.
Once he gets to know about the invention of cameras, specifically Polaroid cameras, boy he's taking 10000 pictures of you all the time. He's so embarrassing as he tells you how to pose next to a mail box, but it's a good thing you're too young to understand embarrassment.
I get a feeling that Choso doesn't know how to read or write, but that doesn't mean he doesn't pick up a random ass book and then tell you a story he makes up, pretending to read from the book. He's gonna be the best brother ever and makes sure he doesn't miss out on anything, and neither do you!
Yuji has been scared one too many times by walking in on you covered in baby powder from top to bottom by Choso, because he loves the smell of baby powder, so the more, the better, right? Yeah, you do end up looking like you're either Casper the ghost or just fell in a tub of coke.
I know, I KNOW, Choso loves dressing you up like- everytime he goes to the mall, he ends stealing pretty much half the baby clothes section. And then when you guys are at home, he makes Yuji sit down and makes you do a mini fashion show. "Yes, Y/n does need to look like a space cowboy, Yuji. We shouldn't stop her from dreaming."
Okay it's pretty much a given that all platonic yanderes are bound to spoil you, but Choso here? My man doesn't know how to say no to your twinkling eyes and chubby cheeks. Like if you want a spider man backpack, even though you have a Venom one at home, hell yeah you're gonna get it. No it's okay, he'll deal with Yuji later.
Discipline? He doesn't know it. What you want, you get it. Unless it endangers your life, then he puts his foot down. But that is so hard for him to do. He still feels guilty about the time you started crying when he yelled at you to not put the knife in your mouth. His booming voice startled you, and Choso had to spend the rest of the day with you cuddling and sniffling on his lap to convince you that he does not hate you. It's okay, it was therapeutic for both of you.
Speaking of cuddling, my man doesn't let you sleep in a cot or a bed. No, no, you sleep where he sleeps, but he prefers to lay you on his chest. Likes to hear your breathing when you sleep, again, very therapeutic for him. He enjoys it when you wake up and look around the room tiredly, and then your eyes light up when you see him, every single time. Every. Single. Time.
Choso almost died the day when you dressed up as him for Halloween, with a black band aid on your nose and red strings hanging around your arms. Yeah, Yuji did a great job dressing you up, he thought it would be a sweet gesture, but he did not expect Choso to break into tears and then hug you both in his massive arms. He only stopped crying when you began to tear up as well in confusion, but he was quick to shush you down. Needless to say, there was a whole ass photo session that day. He keeps the picture of all 3 of you smiling from that day in his pockets all the time.
One of Choso's favourite memories is the day you said his name for the first time. Or well tried to. "Cho-cho!" You said angrily at him (but you ended up looking adorable with the little pouted and crossing your chubby arms across your chest) because he was not giving you the cookies from the top shelf. Choso had to sit down and bribe you with a cookie to make you say his name again. "Cho-cho!"You said again, eyes focused on the cookie dangling in front of you.
Whenever Yuji is mad at you, he quickly hides you inside his baggy clothes. And when Yuji asks about your whereabouts, he always shrugs, even after you accidentally giggle, he keeps up the charade. "Idk, little brother. Oh this big lump on my belly? Oh- it's a curse thing. I'm mutating. You wouldn't understand." Only for you to peek your head out from the middle of his shirt.
Whenever Choso is having a bad day, all you need to do is kiss his cheek and just like the world is all sunshine and rainbows for him. And my man also does not shy away from giving you physical affection and praises. If he's lucky, you'd invite him for a tea party with your stuffed animals.
It breaks his heart every single time you cry. Of course, his first priority is to calm you down and then assess the damage. Doesn't matter what hurt you, if you push up your fat little hand to his face to show where a mosquito bit you? That mosquito dead in an instant. If he sees you get pushed down by some minor cursed spirit, that curse is dead in a second. Fortunately, Yuji has taught him a trick called "kissing your boo boos", which usually does the trick of convincing you that you're healed. And yes, Choso does carry around a whole pack of cartoon bandaid for you. Also, stickers that you like to put on his nose.
HEHEHE I NOTICED YOU DO JJJ ASK BUT IMAGINE AS IF Y/N PLAYING PEACEFUL NOT UNTIL MAKI HAD TO TAKE HER BLANKET TO WASH IT SINCE ITS BEEN DIRTY and like yuuji just holding here while baby yn whines and tries to escape from his grasp and then baby yn just dead ass summons sukuna from glaring at him yk and all of the teachers except for the higher ups just the teachers/sorceres watching AND. The students JSJSJSJ THEIR REACTION WOULD BE FUNNY
Blankie: Yandere Sukuna x toddler reader
"Shhh, Y/n- hey, hey, look at me." Yuji said as he bounced you in his lap, trying to make you stop crying because of the greatest offence anyone had committed- taking your blankie.
And here you were, thrashing about in Yuji's arms (because he was the only one around strong enough to hold you), sobbing your little heart out as Maki washed your pink Hello Kitty blankie that Toji had gotten you. It was your comfort item, especially when Toji disappeared for months, it was the only you could remember your father by.
But it was filthy now, mostly because you wouldn't go anywhere without it, dragging it through the garden when you were doing your zoomies, sometimes using it to strangle your Uncle Naoya.
So when Maki caught the sight of dirty pink blanket that you were snuggling in your nap, she took it away to wash it while Yuji kept an eye on you.
But the instant you woke up, you immediately began looking for your blankie, frustration growing the longer you couldn't find it. At first, Yuji tried to distract you by playing with you, but when that didn't work, he decided to pretend to help you look for your blankie. But he had made the mistake of looking away for one second, and you were out of his sight. He heard your little feet zooming away, and when he finally caught you, he was too late. You stood there frozen outside the laundry room as you watched Maki scrub your blankie hard to get rid of the mud stains.
It was all downhill from there. You lunged at her but Yuji caught you mid air and now you were struggling in his arms to save your precious blankie!
"Look, she's gonna give it back to you! I promise! She's just washing it-" but you Yuji couldn't console you, and neither could Megumi who had rushed over when he heard you crying.
Maki rolled her eyes. "Oh hush now, Y/n. You can have it when its all dry and clean. I just don't want you getting sick." She said as she continued to wash the rigid stains out of it.
But the longer your Aunt Maki took, the louder you cried. It was starting to worry Megumi because it was beginning to look like you were gonna lose your voice if you didn't stop crying, face all red and eyes now irritated from how much you had scratched them up.
"I'm gonna call Gojo sensei- maybe he could get her to calm down." Megumi said before leaving, praying that Gojo was on his back from the mission.
But it was only just a few minutes after Megumi had left when you had finally reached your limit. Yuji could only watch in bafflement when you suddenly went quite and looked at him with your brows furrowed and an angry little pout, then touched his chest with your hands and said very calmly:
"'Kuna."
And thats when Yuji lost consciousness while the king of curses took over his body.
Maki's blood ran cold as she saw the black markings appear on Yuji's face, eyes widening as she saw the evil curse for the first time.
Sukuna cracked his neck from side to side before finally opening his eyes, which moved from the shell shocked girl in the back to the sad little lump in his arms he knew too well.
"Hmm? You summoned me again?" Sukuna raised a brow at you, watching you frown sadly. Your red eyes, tear blotches- had you been crying?
"Now whats gotten you so upset, hm?" He asked, even though he had already watched everything unfold.
But his heart still pained ever so slightly when you whimpered with a fresh set of tears. "M-my blankie..."
Sukuna looked at you before looking at Maki, eyes narrowing in on the blanket she was clutching, ready to put in the dryer.
"Alright." Sukuna then switched on his stern tone. "Give the little brat her blankie. Now." He commanded, his grave expressions were enough to tell her that she wouldn't like the consequences.
With a shaky hand, Maki handed the dripping wet blanket to his outstretched hand. The moment Sukuna brought it close to you, you latched onto it, burying your face in the wet but clean blanket. Sukuna then left the hallway, walking towards the garden outside.
"Here, give me that for a second." You hesitantly gave your blankie to Sukuna, who took it and flicked it hard once, and now it was dry and fuzzy. He wrapped it around you, a lazy smile gracing his face as he watched you giggle and snuggle into the blanket.
"Thank you, Kuna!" You said, before kissing his cheek.
Sukuna rolled his eyes. Disgusting little brat. Do it again.
By the time, Gojo hauled ass home, you were already asleep in Sukuna's arms, talking in your sleep about Hello Kitty while Sukuna enjoyed the comforting silence with the birds chirping in the background. It was quite peaceful.
Until Gojo began charging at him. But right before he could obliterate him, Sukuna smirked before giving back control to Yuji who was confused when he felt Gojo punch his face, causing you to fly into the air and into Gojo's arms safely.
"W-what was that for?!" Yuji asked as he rubbed his cheek.
But Gojo didn't reply. No, he was too focused on the facts that he'd just learned:
1. You could summon Sukuna.
2. Sukuna was holding your defenceless little body, and yet you were still alive.
He held onto you tighter. He won't risk losing you to Sukuna. Or anybody else.
I don't know why but sukuna's and baby fushiguro's interactions are cute 😭
I know sukuna might have an interest in her because of her high cursed energy but, y'all can't tell me that, that chonky, feral baby doesn't make him go mushy.
And I can just imagine sukuna holding baby fushiguro and gojo walking in on them lmao
Lets set the scene:
Sukuna is holding this chonky 2 year old reader, who is blowing spit bubbles and giggling, trying to figure out how this baby summoned him.
He narrows his eyes at you. "Did you dare to summon me, human?"
"Heugh!" You babbled. Heugh? What does that mean?
"No... you seem too young to know how to do that." He said, watching as you kicked your feet in air, stretching your hands towards his face, making him lean his head back. While you seem too young to be a sorcerer, Sukuna can feel the giant waves of cursed energy flowing in you. And to be honest, he was curious to see what you could do. So, he pulled you closer, letting you touch his face.
He watched as your big doe eyes scanned his face, then suddenly, you grabbed his face with both hands and pushed your face near his, looking dead serious. And in that moment, Sukuna was able to see the recognise that expression that Megumi had right before he annihilated his enemies.
He increased his body's energy, ready to protect him from your attack. He expected you to use a Shinigami like your brother, or pull the soul out of his body.
He didn't expect a wet kiss on the nose though.
Sukuna blinked in confusion, watching you smile and babble, still holding his face in your hands. He pulled you away from his face, scowling at you. "Hey. What was that? What did you to me?" But you had already shifted your interest to his hair, trying to grab onto the strands and pull.
He decided to put you on the floor and observe what you'd do. Unsurprisingly, you crawled over to your toys and started playing with them. But since you were busy playing, Sukuna decided to sit in front of you and try to get you to reveal your powers.
So, there sat the demon king with a bunch of plushies on either side of him, arms crossed and a mean look on his face.
"You. Tell me what your secret weapon is or this thing that you've been drooling over gets it!" He said, holding your precious Koi fish plushie in his hand. You made grabby hands for it, but Sukuna held it out of you reach. He did not give in when you began to whine and tried to stand up, only to fall on your diapered bum. But you were a baby, so your attention was quickly diverted to something else.
However, Sukuna was losing patience, so he decided to be direct. He threw your plushie in the corner, and grabbed you. Sukuna turned you from side to side, shook you a little, all while muttering about finding out your cursed technique. He pulled you close to his face and snarled. "Tell me your secret powers now!" And for the first time, Sukuna finally got a reaction he was somewhat satisfied. Stress.
Your brows furrowed, and you clenched your fists, pulling your knees to your chest. Sukuna was so ready, so ready to finally see how strong you really were. And then it happened.
A tiny fart escaped from you.
Sukuna was confused for a second. Did that- did that come from you?
He pulled you up higher, so that he could smell your bottom, and he immediately gagged.
"What- WHAT WAS THAT?!"
"Her secret weapon!" Gojo answered from behind him, punching Sukuna's face while catching you. Gojo cooed at your babbling. "Baby Y/n has the most deadly farts! Even Panda can't survive them." The sorcerer said while punching Sukuna again, still cooing at you.
"That- that can't be true-" But Sukuna was cut off by Gojo knocking him out again.
He laughed, bouncing you in his arms. "Of course not! Y/n still hasn't developed her cursed technique, but when she does, you'll be glad you aren't around to experience her wrath!" Gojo began walking out of the room.
"Lets go, Y/n! Megumi is looking all over the school for you! And say bye to the pink haired man! He may be dead, but that's okay. He's not important~"
sukuna sees reader try to eat a moth and immediately adopts
Talking about baby Fushiguro reader, we already know she has no sense of self preservation (maybe even when she's older), so she has no qualms about putting anything in her mouth. Maybe she finds one of Sukuna's fingers and just as she is about to eat it, Yuji snatches it away, Sukuna being sneaky and swallowing it immeadiately. Of course, you think your forbidden snack just got stolen, so you throw a tantrum and are instantly climbing onto Yuji, who picks you up so that you don't fall. But you're busy yelling at Yuji's cheek, eyes furious as Sukuna smirks and sticks his tonugue out to taunt you. Big mistake, because you quickly grab onto his tongue and pull hard, making Sukuna's eyes widen. He tries to say something but the next moment you're smacking him/Yuji's cheek.
"Give it back you meanie! That was mine!"
You continue slapping Yuji's cheek and pulling on Sukuna's tongue until Megumi finally comes and carries you away, apologising to Yuji for the trouble.
Yuji is laughing as he hears Sukuna grumble about teaching a lesson to the brat, but he shared a body with the teen, and Yuji knew Sukuna had a soft spot for you.
Or is he just trying to use you because of your cursed energy?
꒰ synopsis. where celebrating new year’s with your best friends turns into something much more intimate—one kiss at midnight isn’t nearly enough.
warnings. MDNI. college au. fem! reader, fōursome, mutual pining, unprotected p in v, orāl (f! and m! receiving), fingerıng (f! and m! receiving), clıt stimulation, overstimulation, dirty talk, shared partner dynamics, voyeurism, slight dom/sub vibes, hair pulling, teasing, praise kink, body worship, light biting/marking, cųm play, & multiple orgasmś.
the cabin was exactly what you’d expect from satoru gojo – unnecessarily luxurious, tucked away on the outskirts of a snowy mountain town, and equipped with every amenity that screamed rich kid with too much money to burn.
“seriously, satoru, who the hell needs a jacuzzi in their living room?” shoko teased, setting her duffel down by the entryway. the bubbling water glowed from the built-in lights, steam curling lazily into the warm space.
gojo smirked, shoving his hands into the pockets of his black hoodie. “it’s about the vibes, shoko. the experience. and, i dunno, maybe i just like having options.”
geto, sitting cross-legged on the couch, glanced up from his phone. “yeah? and when’s the last time you used it?”
“hey, i brought you guys here, didn’t i? sounds like ungrateful energy to me,” gojo shot back, though his grin didn’t waver.
you chuckled softly, toeing off your boots near the fireplace, letting the heat seep through your socks. the large windows stretched across the far wall, showcasing the snow falling steadily outside, blanketing the trees under the silver moonlight.
“he’s right, though,” you chimed in, peeling off your jacket. “we could’ve rung in the new year at some regular house party. but instead, we’re here. cozy, secluded... not the worst way to spend our last new year as college students.”
“see? someone gets it,” gojo said, flashing you that familiar, lopsided grin.
you rolled your eyes, but the truth was, you didn’t mind. the four of you had been close since your freshman year, and as the years piled up, so did the late-night study sessions, spontaneous road trips, and drunken confessions after long nights out. this felt like a full-circle moment. one final hurrah before graduation came sweeping in to change everything.
shoko tossed herself onto the couch beside geto, tugging off her beanie and shaking out her hair. “so, what’s the plan? drinking games until midnight, or are we just free-styling it?”
“why not both?” suguru said, stretching an arm behind her, fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder where you leaned against the armrest. the contact was subtle, but you felt it linger.
gojo raised a brow, tilting his head dramatically. “i was thinking strip poker.”
shoko snorted, flicking his forehead. “sure. you’d be naked in five minutes.”
“is that supposed to be a problem?”
your eyes flickered to suguru, catching the small smirk pulling at his lips. his gaze met yours for half a second, dark eyes flickering with something unreadable, before dropping back to his phone.
this wasn’t the first time you’d caught the lingering tension between everyone – the casual touches, the way shoko’s gaze would sometimes linger on you a little too long, or the moments gojo’s hands would rest on your lower back at parties, guiding you through crowds when he didn’t really need to.
you weren’t oblivious. but none of you had ever crossed that line.
yet.
“alright, let’s start with drinks,” you suggested, pushing yourself to your feet. “anyone want to help me?”
“i got it,” geto said, standing with an easy grace. “come on.”
as the two of you headed into the kitchen, shoko and gojo’s quiet laughter echoed softly from the living room, the crackling fire filling the otherwise silent cabin.
suguru leaned against the counter, watching as you rummaged through the cabinets.
“so,” he started, his voice low and smooth, “how are you feeling about tonight?”
you glanced over your shoulder. “in general? or is this a ‘we’re about to graduate, what are you doing with your life?’ kind of question?”
his lips quirked. “both, maybe.”
you sighed, grabbing a bottle of whiskey. “i’m trying not to think about it too hard. tonight’s about celebrating, not panicking about the future.”
he nodded thoughtfully, but his eyes lingered.
“you know,” he mused, stepping closer, “satoru’s not wrong. it is kind of a waste to let this cabin go to waste.”
“what are you suggesting?” you teased, pouring the whiskey into a glass.
suguru’s gaze dipped, trailing over you slowly before flicking back to your eyes. “just saying… midnight’s a good time for new experiences.”
heat prickled your skin under his stare, but before you could respond, gojo’s voice rang out from the other room.
“hey, you two! quit flirting and bring the damn drinks!”
you laughed, but suguru didn’t move right away. instead, his fingers brushed lightly against your wrist as he grabbed the bottle from the counter, his touch lingering just long enough to make your breath hitch.
yeah. tonight was going to be interesting.
the drinks flowed easily, laughter spilling into the warm cabin air as the four of you huddled near the fireplace, sprawled across the plush rugs and oversized pillows. suguru sat beside you, his knee brushing yours with every shift, while gojo leaned against the couch, one long arm lazily slung around shoko’s shoulders.
“alright,” gojo drawled, tipping back his glass. his eyes glittered behind those obnoxious shades he insisted on wearing inside. “time for a game.”
“drinking game?” shoko asked, already halfway through her second glass of whiskey.
“nope.” gojo’s smirk curled wickedly. “truth or dare.”
you snorted, shaking your head. “what are we? sixteen?”
“don’t knock it,” suguru said smoothly, his eyes half-lidded as he sipped his drink. “it could be fun. besides, satoru’s incapable of suggesting anything mature.”
gojo shot him a look. “this coming from the guy who suggested skinny dipping in the hot tub an hour ago.”
“that was different. it was an intellectual suggestion.”
“sure it was.”
shoko waved a hand dismissively. “fine. truth or dare it is. but no stupid shit like licking the floor or whatever. we’re not in a frat house.”
gojo grinned, swirling the amber liquid in his glass. “who’s starting?”
your hand shot up, aiming for the path of least resistance. “truth.”
“boring,” gojo muttered, but there was mischief behind the slight pout. “alright, fine. if you had to kiss one of us at midnight, who would it be?”
the room fell quiet for a beat too long. you felt three sets of eyes zero in on you, the weight of their attention thick enough to taste.
“uh—” you faltered, heat crawling up your neck.
“careful,” suguru murmured beside you, voice low and teasing. “we’ll know if you’re lying.”
your gaze flicked to his, catching the flicker of something darker in his expression. your heart thudded a little harder.
“i dunno,” you hedged, taking a slow sip of your drink. “depends on the mood, i guess.”
gojo leaned closer, grinning like he’d already won. “that’s not an answer.”
“then take it as my answer.”
shoko laughed, leaning back against the couch cushions. “she’s playing it safe. smart girl.”
but the tension lingered, subtle but persistent, weaving through the air like smoke.
“my turn,” suguru cut in smoothly, tilting his head toward gojo. “truth or dare?”
“dare, obviously.”
“kiss shoko.”
“easy.”
without hesitation, gojo leaned down and pressed a slow, deliberate kiss to shoko’s lips. she didn’t pull away – if anything, her hand slid lazily up his arm, nails grazing lightly against his skin before they parted.
“you guys have done that before,” you pointed out, trying to ignore the heat twisting low in your stomach.
“multiple times,” shoko replied, smirking. “you’re late to the party.”
gojo winked. “jealous?”
“not particularly.”
but the idea lodged itself somewhere deep. maybe it was the alcohol warming your veins, or the way suguru’s hand rested against the small of your back, light but possessive, but the thought lingered.
midnight wasn’t that far off.
the countdown started around 11:50. the drinks were mostly forgotten by then, the four of you curled closer near the fire, the alcohol buzzing quietly in your heads.
“five minutes,” gojo announced, his voice dropping to something smoother, almost suggestive. “better start thinking about that kiss.”
shoko stretched her legs out, crossing them at the ankles. “maybe we should just kiss each other. take the guesswork out of it.”
your stomach flipped at her casual tone, but when you glanced at suguru, his gaze was already fixed on you.
“not opposed,” he said softly.
gojo made a low hum of approval, sitting up straighter. “why not?”
“you’re all serious about this?” you asked, voice tipping toward incredulous, but your pulse betrayed you, hammering against your ribs.
“you’re curious,” suguru countered, brushing his knuckles against your thigh.
and you were. the tension had been building for years – subtle glances, fleeting touches, unspoken things hanging just out of reach.
“alright,” you relented, the words tasting like adrenaline on your tongue. “fine.”
the countdown echoed on the tv screen, bright against the dim cabin.
ten.
nine.
suguru shifted closer, his thigh pressed against yours.
eight.
seven.
gojo’s gaze dropped to your lips, his grin softer, teasing.
six.
shoko leaned into your side, her arm brushing yours.
five.
four.
your breath hitched as suguru’s hand curled under your chin, tilting your face toward his.
three.
two.
one.
their lips met yours at the same time – suguru’s mouth warm and steady, while shoko’s was softer, tasting faintly of whiskey.
you lost yourself in it, your hand fisting in suguru’s shirt as gojo’s hand brushed against your lower back, slipping lower, pulling you closer.
and just like that, the line dissolved completely.
the kiss started playful—soft touches, slow exploration—but the heat behind it caught quickly, sparking into something heavier. suguru’s fingers brushed your jaw, coaxing your lips open as his tongue slid against yours, slow and possessive. shoko’s mouth trailed along your neck, leaving wet kisses against your pulse, while gojo’s hand slipped under the hem of your sweater, his palm warm as it splayed across your waist.
you broke the kiss with suguru only to meet shoko’s lips, her tongue teasing against yours as she pressed closer, her hands slipping down to rest on your thighs. the space between the four of you seemed to vanish, replaced by the weight of wandering hands and shared breaths.
gojo groaned softly, nipping at suguru’s bottom lip before tugging him back by the collar, stealing a kiss that left no room for subtlety. suguru didn’t resist, his hand tangling in gojo’s hair, tilting his head to deepen it. the sight had your breath catching, heat pooling low in your stomach.
“god, you two,” shoko muttered, smirking against your lips. “it’s like watching a porno.”
“jealous?” gojo quipped, pulling back just enough to catch his breath, his eyes glittering with amusement.
“maybe.”
“you get her,” suguru said smoothly, brushing his thumb over your bottom lip. “we’ll be back.”
before you could question it, gojo grabbed suguru’s wrist and led him out of the living room, disappearing into the hall with low, breathy laughter echoing behind them.
the absence of their presence left you and shoko tangled together on the rug by the fire, the crackling flames casting soft shadows across her face.
“guess it’s just us,” she murmured, her fingers tracing light patterns over your thighs.
“seems like it,” you whispered, barely able to focus with the heat of her body pressed so close.
shoko didn’t waste time once the boys left the room. her lips crashed into yours, all tongue and teeth, as if she’d been holding back for too long. you could feel the heat radiating off her as her hands roamed your body, tugging at the edges of your sweater until it slipped over your head.
her palms were warm against your bare skin, fingertips skimming the soft curve of your breasts, and you gasped into her mouth, arching into her touch.
“fuck,” she whispered, eyes trailing down your body, drinking you in like she couldn’t get enough. “been waiting to get my hands on you all night.”
you let her take control, her nails scraping lightly down your back as she kissed a path to your collarbone, sucking a bruise into the delicate skin.
your sweater, jeans, and everything else ended up in a pile near the fireplace, leaving you bare and vulnerable in the soft flicker of firelight. shoko settled between your legs, her hands pressing your thighs apart with a confidence that had you squirming beneath her.
“you’re so wet already,” she murmured, dragging a single finger through your folds. “you like this, huh?”
you could barely nod, the sensation making you dizzy.
her mouth followed, soft lips trailing over the inside of your thighs, her tongue flicking out to catch the slick gathering at your core.
“fuck, shoko,” you gasped, hips bucking when she sucked your clit between her lips, the warmth of her tongue making you shudder.
her grip on your thighs tightened, nails digging into the soft flesh as she kept you pinned, her mouth relentless.
“stay still,” she mumbled, voice muffled against you.
it was impossible. you tugged lightly at her hair, desperate for something to hold onto as she worked you closer to the edge, her tongue curling just right.
you didn’t even notice the sound of footsteps until shoko pulled back slightly, glancing over her shoulder with a smirk.
“oh,” she hummed, licking her lips. “you two back already?”
your gaze snapped to the doorway.
gojo and geto stood there, completely bare, their cocks hard and already dripping.
“we were enjoying the view,” gojo said, his voice deeper, laced with something dark as his gaze fixed on you.
geto stepped forward first, his eyes hooded as he stroked himself lazily, clearly not in any rush. “didn’t know you’d start without us.”
“you two looked busy,” shoko teased, swiping her thumb across her bottom lip, catching the glisten of your arousal.
“don’t stop on our account,” gojo added, stepping closer, his hand wrapping around the base of his cock as he knelt beside you.
shoko chuckled, glancing down at you with amusement in her eyes. “what do you think?”
you didn’t know how to answer, too overwhelmed by the weight of their attention—the way geto’s dark gaze lingered on your mouth, the curve of gojo’s smirk as he ran his fingers along your inner thigh.
“she can take it,” geto murmured, brushing his lips along the curve of your jaw. “she’s been good so far.”
shoko shifted lower, her breath hot against your core, but this time, geto was beside her, his lips pressing soft kisses to your clit before shoko’s tongue joined him.
“fuck—” your breath hitched, your back arching off the floor as their mouths worked in tandem, the slick warmth of their tongues too much.
gojo, not wanting to be left out, moved behind you, his lips ghosting along your neck as his fingers slid into your pussy, curling to meet the rhythm of their mouths.
“so fucking pretty,” he whispered into your ear, biting lightly at the lobe. “you like being the center of attention, don’t you?”
you couldn’t answer, too caught up in the overwhelming sensation, your body trembling as the knot in your stomach tightened.
“c’mon,” shoko coaxed, her tongue circling your clit faster. “let go for us.”
you did, a sharp cry leaving your lips as your orgasm tore through you, your hips jerking uncontrollably as shoko and geto didn’t stop, their mouths and fingers milking every last drop of pleasure.
when you finally opened your eyes, dazed and breathless, geto was already shifting, settling between your legs as gojo moved to take his place beside shoko.
“don’t be greedy, shoko,” gojo teased, his lips brushing yours as geto lined himself up with your entrance, the thick head of his cock pressing inside.
shoko’s hand slipped beneath your jaw, guiding you to look at her as geto thrust into you, stretching you wide.
“you can give us one more,” she whispered, pressing her forehead to yours as her lips hovered inches from your mouth. “be a good girl for me, yeah?”
geto’s cock stretched you to the hilt, the fullness making you shudder as he bottomed out, his forehead pressed against yours. shoko’s hand traced slow circles along your cheek, grounding you with soft touches even as her other hand slipped lower, two fingers pressing against your clit, slick from how drenched you were.
“you’re taking him so well,” she whispered, her thumb brushing your bottom lip. “but you can take more, can’t you?”
you nodded weakly, body already trembling, but the praise made your stomach flutter.
gojo shifted, moving behind you, his lips trailing lazy kisses along the curve of your shoulder. “gonna open you up even more,” he murmured, his fingers dragging down the length of your stomach, teasing along the edge of your folds where geto’s cock stretched you.
you felt his middle finger slip inside, pressing against the soft spot geto wasn’t reaching. the sensation was dizzying.
“so fucking tight,” gojo hissed, sliding another finger in beside the first, stretching you further. “can feel how deep suguru is inside you.”
shoko’s breath tickled your lips as her fingers drifted lower, joining gojo’s as he stretched you open, the combination of their touches leaving you gasping.
“so sensitive,” shoko cooed, pressing soft kisses along your jawline, her fingers brushing light circles around your clit.
gojo’s third finger slipped inside, the stretch nearly overwhelming, and your nails dug into the rug beneath you as your back arched, your body tightening around them both.
“fuck,” geto grunted, his cock twitching inside you. “she’s squeezing me like crazy.”
“feels good, doesn’t it?” gojo teased, his smirk audible even if you couldn’t see him. “she’s so warm… bet you won’t last long.”
geto’s grip on your hips tightened, his thrusts slowing, each drag of his cock purposeful as he pushed deep, grinding against the spot that made you tremble.
you whimpered, barely able to take it all in, your body stretched beyond its limits but craving more. shoko kissed the corner of your mouth, her lips lingering just long enough to make you chase after her, your tongue brushing against hers in a soft, needy motion.
“i can feel how close you are,” she whispered, her fingers pinching your clit just enough to make you jolt. “you’re trembling.”
gojo’s fingers pressed deeper, curling in a way that sent sparks shooting through you, and you nearly sobbed from the intensity.
“you’re holding back,” gojo whispered in your ear, his lips brushing against your earlobe. “let go, sweetheart. we’re not stopping till you’re a mess beneath us.”
geto groaned, his pace faltering, hips snapping faster as he chased his own pleasure, his grip bruising in the best way.
shoko dipped her head lower, trailing soft kisses down your neck, her hand leaving your jaw to tug gently at one of your nipples, rolling it between her fingers as her other hand continued its teasing strokes over your swollen clit.
“give it to us,” she coaxed, her voice laced with a softness that made your chest ache. “you can take it, pretty girl. just one more, i know you can.”
your breath hitched, the knot in your stomach tightening as the pressure mounted.
“fuck—shoko, i’m gonna—”
“i know,” she whispered, her lips pressing to yours in a soft, breathless kiss.
the wave hit you hard, your walls fluttering around geto’s cock as your orgasm crashed over you, your hips jerking up to meet his thrusts as gojo’s fingers kept curling inside, stretching you open further.
“that’s it,” gojo growled, pulling his fingers out just as geto’s pace grew erratic.
“fuck, i’m close,” geto grunted, thrusting hard one last time before he groaned low in his throat, spilling into you with a slow roll of his hips.
shoko kissed you through it, swallowing your soft cries as geto leaned forward, his forehead resting against your shoulder, chest heaving.
but they didn’t stop.
geto groaned low in his throat, his hands gripping your hips tighter as he gave one last deep thrust, burying himself fully inside you as he spilled, warmth flooding your core.
your body trembled, the overstimulation leaving you breathless, forehead pressed against shoko’s shoulder as she ran soft fingers through your hair, grounding you.
“fuck,” geto whispered, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths as he pulled out slowly, his cum slipping down your thighs, sticky and warm against your skin.
but even as geto leaned back, his hands still lingering on your hips, gojo wasn’t done.
his cock throbbed against your thigh, heavy and slick with precum, the tip flushed and desperate for attention.
you felt his gaze on you, his hand sliding over your jaw to tilt your face toward him.
“think you can help me out, pretty girl?” he murmured, his lips brushing yours in a teasing kiss, but his hips were already shifting closer, his cock pressing insistently against your palm.
you nodded, the quiet desperation in his voice making you throb, still sensitive from geto’s lingering touch. your fingers curled around him, warm and slick as you stroked slowly, feeling the weight of him in your hand.
“fuck, just like that,” he groaned, tipping his head back slightly as his hand covered yours, guiding your pace.
meanwhile, shoko shifted in front of you, her bare thighs brushing against your waist as she straddled you, her hands resting on your shoulders for balance.
“don’t forget about me,” she teased, voice low, but there was heat in her eyes as she grabbed your wrist, guiding your fingers between her legs.
her slick heat coated your fingers immediately as they slipped inside, making her moan softly against your ear, hips rolling to meet your touch.
“you feel that?” she whispered, her forehead pressed to yours, panting softly. “been wanting you to touch me like this all night.”
your palm pressed deeper, thumb brushing over her swollen clit, and she gasped, biting down gently on your bottom lip as her hips bucked forward.
but shoko wasn’t one to let you do all the work.
her other hand drifted between your legs, her fingers brushing over your overstimulated core, dragging through the mess geto left behind.
“so messy,” she murmured, her tone soft and teasing, but there was nothing gentle about the way she slipped two fingers inside you, pressing into the heat that still fluttered around nothing.
you whimpered, arching into her hand as your own pace on gojo faltered, your grip tightening around his cock.
“shit—” gojo hissed, his breath stuttering as your fist squeezed him just right, his hips jerking up into your touch.
“i’ve got her,” shoko murmured to gojo, her lips grazing your ear as she thrust her fingers deeper, her pace slow but deliberate. “she’s so tight, aren’t you, baby?”
you couldn’t form words, only broken moans slipping past your parted lips, drool glistening as it trailed down your chin, your jaw slack beneath the intensity of it all. shoko’s fingers curled deep inside you, pressing against that spot that made your thighs tremble violently, your entire body arching into her touch.
her thumb circled your clit in slow, deliberate motions—not too much, but just enough to have you writhing beneath her, the friction driving you higher with every slow roll of her hips against yours.
“look at you,” geto murmured, dark eyes fixed on the way you twisted between them, shoko’s hand buried up to her knuckles inside you.
without a word, he leaned in, catching the trail of drool with his lips, kissing gently along your jaw before letting his tongue brush over the corner of your mouth, warm and unhurried.
“you’re taking her so well,” he said softly, his breath fanning over your lips before pressing a kiss to the hinge of your jaw, his palm cupping your cheek tenderly.
shoko’s teeth scraped over your neck, biting gently before soothing the mark with her tongue, her fingers never faltering.
“i know you can give me one more,” she coaxed, her voice soft but firm, curling her fingers until you nearly sobbed into her shoulder. “come on, baby, let me feel you.”
your hips rocked into her hand on instinct, chasing the pressure as pleasure coiled tighter inside you, her fingers coaxing you toward the edge.
“she’s close,” gojo groaned, his cock twitching in your palm as his eyes dragged over your body, flushed and trembling beneath shoko’s touch.
his hand slid over yours, guiding your strokes as his breath stuttered, his hips jerking forward to chase your fist.
“let go for us,” shoko whispered, her tongue tracing the curve of your ear, and with one last slow curl of her fingers, the tension inside you snapped.
your body trembled violently, thighs clenching around her hand as your orgasm surged through you, knocking the breath from your lungs.
shoko kept going, fucking you through the aftershocks, her fingers stroking deeper to draw out every last shiver until you were limp against her chest.
“fuck,” gojo hissed through gritted teeth, his grip on your hand tightening as he spilled hot and thick against your fingers, painting your skin with a satisfied groan.
for a moment, the room was quiet, the only sounds the soft crackling of the fire and the heavy weight of your breathing.
you lay there, muscles lax and trembling, shoko’s fingers still lazily circling your clit as she pressed soft kisses against your shoulder, grounding you in the afterglow.
“you were perfect,” she murmured against your lips, smiling softly as she finally slipped her fingers free, slick and glistening with your release.
geto brushed his thumb along your jaw, tilting your face toward him as he kissed you, slow and deliberate, his touch warm and steady.
“happy new year,” shoko whispered, her forehead resting gently against yours, and you couldn’t help the quiet laugh that slipped out between heavy breaths.
“happy new year,” you echoed softly, sinking further into the warmth of their bodies against yours.
an. HAPPY NEW YEAR BELOVEDS 😼😽😸!
what are some new years goals y’all have? one of mine is to grow my tumblr following n get better at posting more 🤞🏽
Every guy you date disappears without explanation, but your three best friend… Shoko, Gojo and Geto… never leave your side, and they never will.
Yandere Shoko Gojo Geto x reader
Tw: Yandere, mentions of violence and death, obsessive and possessive behaviour
You’re sitting in Geto’s apartment, mascara running down your face because Haruki… your boyfriend… blocked you on everything. Every social media account, your number, even LinkedIn for fuck’s sake. No explanation, nothing.
And this is the fourth time this has happened to you in two years.
“I don’t fucking get it,” you’re saying, wiping your nose with the tissue Shoko handed you. “Things were going so well. We were literally talking about meeting his parents and…”
Shoko’s behind you on the couch, and you’re between her legs, leaning back against her stomach in a way that would probably look weird to outsiders but feels completely natural to you. You’ve been friends since college. Her fingers are in your hair, scratching your scalp the way she knows makes you relax.
“Some guys are just cowards,” she says. “They’d rather disappear than have an actual conversation like adults.”
“He didnt deserve you anyway.” Gojo adds. He’s on the floor between your legs, arms rested on your knees, looking up at you. “Remember when he couldn’t even kill that spider in your apartment? He made you do it. What kind of man does that?”
You would laugh if you weren’t so miserable.
“He was weak,” Geto says from his position next to Shoko, close enough that his knee touches your hip…. which is another thing that would probably seem weird to people who don’t know you. But you’ve all been friends for six years. His hand comes up to wipe a tear from your cheek, thumb brushing across your skin with a gentleness that seems at odds with how imposing he looks “You need someone stronger than that.”
“I just need someone who doesn’t disappear on me,” you mutter. “This is the fourth guy, you guys. What’s wrong with me?”
“Nothing’s wrong with you.” Gojo says it too quickly, with too much intensity. He shifts closer, and now both his hands are on your legs, palms warm through your jeans. “You’re fucking perfect. They’re the problem.”
Shoko’s hands slide from your hair down to your shoulders, massaging. “Maybe you should take a break from dating,” she suggests. Her voice is right by your ear. “Just focus on yourself….. On us.”
“You’ve got us,” Geto adds. His fingers move from your cheek to your neck, just resting there. His hand is big enough that his thumb sits on one side of your throat and his fingers on the other, not squeezing, just… there. “We’re not going anywhere.”
“I know, but I can’t date you guys….” you say, and you mean it as a joke. Obviously. Because they’re your best friends and that would be weird. Right?
“Why not?” Shoko says it like she’s joking too, but something about her tone is off.
“Because you’re my friends, weirdo.” You lean your head back against her stomach, looking up at her upside down face. She’s so pretty it’s honestly unfair. Even from this angle. “You don’t date your friends. That’s like… rule number one of having friends.”
“Right,” Geto says… there’s something in his voice that you can’t quite read. “Friends.”
You don’t catch the way they all look at each other over your head. Don’t see Gojo’s grin or how Shoko’s fingers tighten in your hair or the way Geto’s jaw clenches like he’s physically restraining himself from saying something.
You’re too busy crying over a guy who isn’t worth your tears. Too busy feeling sorry for yourself to notice the way all three of them are touching you… hands on your legs, in your hair, on your neck….. in a way that’s definitely crossed some invisible line.
Later, after they’ve calmed you down with food and too much wine and made you laugh despite everything…. Gojo doing his impression of Haruki’s spider scream, Shoko telling you about the absolute disaster of a date she went on last week (a lie, but you don’t know that), Geto putting on a stupid comedy special you love……. Gojo insists on walking you home.
His arm stays around your waist the entire way, even though you’re perfectly capable of walking on your own. Even when you’re in the elevator of your building and there’s literally nowhere for you to fall.
“You gonna be okay?” he asks when you reach your door. You’re fumbling with your keys because you’re still a bit drunk and your hands won’t cooperate.
“Yeah. Thanks for….”
He hugs you before you can finish. It’s tight…. tight enough that you make a small “oof” sound… his face buried in your neck, and it goes on just a bit too long. “Sleep well, yeah?”
“Yeah,” you say into his shoulder. “You too.”
You don’t see the way he watches your door after you close it. Don’t see how he stands there in the hallway until he hears the lock click and the deadbolt slide into place. Don’t see the way his expression shifts into something that would probably scare you if you could see it.
☽☽☽.
“She cried for thirty fucking minutes,” Shoko says. She’s lighting a cigarette in Geto’s living room. “Over that limp dick loser.”
“He cried longer,” Gojo says cheerfully. He’s lying on the couch, looking entirely too pleased with himself, legs spread out and head tipped back against the cushions. “Pissed himself too when Suguru started with the knife.”
“He kept saying he loved her,” Geto says. He’s washing his hands in the kitchen sink. There’s still some blood under his fingernails. The water runs pink, then clear. “Had to gag him. The warehouse walls are thick but not that thick.”
“Where’d you dump him?” Shoko asks, taking a long drag. She’s examining her nails… she’d stayed behind for this one, played alibi, but she looks a little disappointed that she missed it.
“Same place as the others. The lake.” Geto dries his hands on a towel, inspecting them in the light. “Weighted him down properly this time. He’s fish food now. They’ll find him in spring maybe. If there’s anything left to find.”
They sit in silence for a moment. Comfortable silence that comes from knowing someone so well that you don’t need to fill the empty spaces.
“I love her so much it makes me want to break shit sometimes,” Gojo says suddenly and his voice has lost its cheerful tone. “Like, I see her smile at some random asshole and I genuinely want to cave his skull in.”
Shoko takes another drag, blowing smoke toward the ceiling. “How long do you think until she figures it out?”
“Does it matter?” Gojo shrugs… and the grin is back. “Where’s she gonna go? Who’s she gonna tell? No bodies, no evidence. And even if she did know….”
“We’re not letting her go,” Geto finishes. “Ever.”
The cigarette smoke curls in the air between them, and somewhere across the city, you’re falling asleep in your bed, completely unaware that the three people you trust most in the world have killed for you four times now.
Yandere Nerd who stares at you every single day in class. He thinks you're so pretty and cute, and he fucks his fist to the thought of you multiple times a day. He thinks you're far too dumb to truly be on par with him, but he likes that you're just smart enough to understand the same things he does.
Yandere Nerd who loves the confused little face you make when he goes off about some niche, hard to comprehend topic that he spends far too much time researching outside of class. You're not a ditz, but he likes being the one to put you in the same place as all the other brainless, pretty faced sluts he sees prance around on campus. No, no see you've got substance, don't you? That's probably the only thing more alluring that that adorable little hole he knows you have hidden so unfairly underneath all of your clothes.
Yandere Nerd who seethes with jealousy every time you get a shred of attention from anyone else. He hopes you're not fucking someone else behind his back. If you are, he loses his mind. How could you go for someone so lackluster in comparison to him? He'd lavish you with gifts, praise and attention if you would just look his way. In fact, he'd give you a lot more than that. He'd pound into you until you were babbling, speechless, and all you had to worry about was how stuffed full of cum you were going to be by the time he was done with you.
Yandere Nerd who is so damn insufferable when he gets his hands on you. He loves the fact that he has a little cutie like you in his life, and sometimes online he'll post photos of your gaping, stretched out entrance onto some obscure forum just so he can brag about how his little fucktoy is the best one there is.
Yandere Nerd who wants to see you wearing shit from his favorite hentai. Microkinis with stockings, cat ears, bunny outfits, maid costumes, virgin killer sweaters: you name it, and he's slapping his card on the table just so he can pound you silly in it. He loves taking photos of you from lewd angles. He makes you sit down and compare the ones he takes of you now that you're "dating" versus the more rushed, unflattering ones he got while sneaking cameras into your old room. He also makes you masturbate to your own pictures. His little darling has got to practice self love, you know?
Yandere nerd who tries to get you into every fandom and interest he has. He'll strap you down and keep you tied to a fucking machine for hours if you get the lore wrong for his favorite video game or book series, so you better pay attention if you don't want to get any dumber.
Yandere Nerd who makes you come up with new ways to reward him every time he accomplishes something academically.
"If I get a 98 or above on this exam, you have to cock warm me with your mouth for at least three hours while you sit on a dildo as a treat. You will do it, right? For me? Don't I deserve a treat for once?"
He doesn't even have to try all that hard to score that high, he just likes seeing you hope that he fails even though you know it's no use. Yandere Nerd is an asshole, and he totally deserved to be rejected by you before you got kidnapped, but how're you going to tell him that when you're stuck sucking on his balls?
Futa is a term referring to a female presenting person who has male genitalia
18+ and this is forced so those who do not wish to read this; DON'T.
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"Shh..."
The soft voice hissing into your ears was what first dawned on you as you began to emerge from sleep, not knowing yet what it was that had woken you up. You went to stretch your arms out to get your phone in an automatic response to check the time, but when your arms didn't move you woke even more. Your body felt warm, too warm, and you slowly came to the realization that something was covering your eyes to block your vision.
The realization seemed to snap through your sleep hazed mind as you worked to focus on what was happening around you. You were laying on your side, able to feel the almost painful tug of your arms bound behind your back. Hands had been feverishly stroking over your soft and exposed body, one roughly palming your chest and the other holding your leg up.
The next realization hit you like a ton of bricks as a strangled cry left your lips, your body moving in an up and down motion due to an outside force that was working on pummeling your insides. Your hot entrance almost felt even hotter as it ached from an intense stretch due to the rather large object moving in and out of your abused entrance. Your entire body jerked with each movement, feeling hips slot against your own as the complete stranger thrust into you.
"Awake, are you? Good. I want to hear it when you cum on my cock."
The voice that murmured and purred against your ear was not deep like you expected it to be. Actually, it was lighter and much more feminine sounding to you. The feel of soft flesh pressing against your upper back and squishing into you made you want to look over your shoulder to see just who it was that was helping themselves to your body.
"So cute... Whining for me and just crying out in that pretty as hell voice of yours. Make a mess all over me, darling. Cover my cock in your sweet juices."
The lewd words whispered into your ear did little to help you focus or calm down as you tried to form a sentence, each thrust breaking your pieced together focus.
"Ple-please-! Stop I- I can't- I don't want-"
"Does it seem like I care if you want this or not? You've been teasing me ever since I laid eyes on you that day. Doubt you even remember me... But I'll make sure that you know who you belong to once this is over. I promise you that."
Each slap of the person's hips against yours made you yelp and whine, drooling slightly as you babble out in an attempt to plead with your attacker. You were unable to form a single word as you whined loudly, gasping in each breath. The grip on your soft thigh only getting tighter as your insides tried to clamp down on the rapidly thrusting object abusing your now aching core.
"Fuck... Such a good little sloppy pussy. Just slurping me and squeezing me. I'll make you feel so good. Gonna cum in this cute pussy of yours and make even more of a mess. Bet you'd like it since you're just loving what I'm doing right now."
The thrusting suddenly stopped as the stranger pulled out of you, rolling you onto your stomach and yanking your hips up until you were on your knees with your face pressed into your pillow. You didn't stay empty for long before a warm and wriggling object met your entrance, a sick slurping sound meeting your ears as your attacker smacked their lips, hungrily lapping at your drooling pussy. Slender fingers began sliding in and out of you as that roaming mouth traveled upward, circling your tight ass and trying to push their tongue through and past that clenched ring of muscle.
Your slick still on the stranger's soft tongue only somewhat eased your body into accepting the insistent prodding at your ass, those slim fingers scissoring and pressing out against your gummy walls. The actions paired with the strain all of this moaning and pleading had on your voice made it crack and squeak out into your dark room. The hand that wasn't shoving two fingers into your soft pussy came up, gripping at one of your ample ass cheeks and holding it open, giving unrestricted access to your tight hole.
"Fuck, just loving all of this, aren't you? Do you like it when I eat this cute ass of yours? I bet no man has been able to ever give you what you need... Not the same way I can. Bet you want this big cock back in your pretty pussy."
The rapidly thrusting fingers were pulled out of you and something much larger pressed at your weeping entrance. The stranger pushed that big cock into you, sliding in until their hips were slotted against yours once more. You felt both hands palming your soft ass cheeks before gripping at them, spreading them open again as they began thrusting into you. Apparently, the person must have loved what they were doing to you and the sight you were giving them because the breathy moans they let out sounded completely filled with bliss.
"Gonna cream in you... Fill this perfect pussy up until it's just squelching with each thrust. Oh fuck, you're such a good girl. My cute little fuck-toy. Good girl..."
You couldn't help the way that your stomach tightened harshly with their praise, unable to stop yourself from moaning loudly with each harsh pound. The praise murmured against your ear made you start to clamp down on that rapidly thrusting length. Just when it felt like you couldn't take anymore they pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty and unsatisfied.
Before you could whine and mourn the loss of that sweet high, the blindfold was being ripped off, letting your eyes adjust to the sudden ability to see. You were rolled onto your back and your soft legs were lifted up by the knees, leaving you staring up at your attacker in surprise and slight confusion.
A woman with bright pink hair loomed over you, her blue eyes glinting in the darkness as she moved her his slowly against yours. She was lovely, but your brain was having issues processing what that meant seeing as the large cock that had been in you was warm and felt so real. You then came to the realization that it was real, seeing that flushed red tip slowly sliding between your soft folds and the long shaft connected at the base to the woman who had yet to look away from you.
"Mmm, clearly you were loving my cock and I just have to see your face when you cum. So cute and such a fucking tease. Did you know how much you were teasing me? Do you have any idea how much I need to bury my cock in you?"
With a sharp thrust she was inside you again, filling you up so much that your eyes slightly rolled back from pleasure. Your mouth hung open in a broken and mewling whine, feeling the woman begin to thrust into your body, quickly going back to that slamming and wild pace inside of you. It was easy for you to see now how your stomach bulged each time she thrust forward and pressed against your walls.
Her beautiful blue eyes seemed to burn like sapphires in the dark as she pounded roughly into you. You could tell by her grip on your legs that she easily could overpower you or even kill you if she wanted to so you knew fighting back would be useless. All you could really do was lay back and let her take advantage of your helpless body until she was satisfied and got whatever it was she wanted from you.
"You take my cock so prettily, darling. Gonna make your cute cunt a fucking mess. Fill you up and cream all over you, make you beg for me. Go ahead, beg. Beg for me to fill this frustrated pussy up with my cum. Say 'please, give me cream-pies, Machi'. Say it."
Her thrusts were harder now and almost hurt which only added to the way you felt as if your head were swimming in bliss. Clearly she wasn't going to stop until you did as she demanded and begged for her to cum in you. Swallowing down your shattered pride you tried to keep your voice steady.
"Please- ah! Please, gi-give me cream- cream-pies, Machi."
This seemed to please her as she set to wildly thrusting into you, placing your legs over her shoulders and snaking one arm around to rub at your sensitive clit. Your body shook with every thrust and stroke until you finally cried out your climax, back arching and body convulsing with pleasure. She didn't let up her thrusting even though you writhed and practically seized from the pleasure running through you.
A sudden burst of hot fluid began filling you up and staining your soft insides white as you continued to ride out your high and cry from sheer bliss. When it finally stopped you were laying limply on your bed, gasping and panting as you tried to get your body to calm down. Thankfully, the woman slowly pulled out so you could try and let your body calm down, whining as she set your legs down and rubbed your hips.
You let out a soft complaint as she rolled you to the side and you felt your arms finally be released from behind you back. It was clear you were in no state to actually fight against her and you knew you didn't have the energy to fight. What surprised you was the woman laying down behind you, pulling you close in a mock embrace that mimicked the way you woke up.
You were drifting off when you felt your leg lifting up and being set on her legs so your soft heat was exposed again. Her slender fingers trailed down your front before reaching your still pulsing pussy, gently sliding in and fingering her cum deeper into you.
"You're mine, don't forget that. This cute cunt of yours belongs to me now, got it?"
A huge fight broke out when Big Mom decided to pay Kaido a visit and now they were laughing, eating, and drinking as if they hadn't tried to kill each other a few moments ago. They drunkenly got up and announced their alliance to their crew members.
It didn't take long for them to adapt to this new information as they talked with each other, laughing, and drinking except for the two strongest men of their crew. It is said their strengths come in second after their captain. They were none other than Charlotte Katakuri from the Big Mom Pirates and King the Wildfire from the Beast Pirates.
Black Maria noticed how tense and serious they were. They barely said anything as they sat next to each other, keeping the same stern look on their fully and half-covered faces.
She approached them with a smug look on her face. "Why are you guys so tense? Relax a bit."
Katakuri stared at her in silence.
"Mind your own business, Black Maria," King said.
Black Maria playfully pouted in response, "Awn, you guys are no fun." She sighed seeing how unresponsive and cold they were. "Tell you what, you see that girl over there who's pouring the drinks for us?"
Their eyes followed to where Black Maria was pointing at. It was directed towards the young girl wearing a kimono who was currently pouring sake for Kaido.
Black Maria continued, "Her name is [Y/n]. She works at my brothel. She doesn't engage herself in such work but you know what they say, the new ones are always the delicious ones."
She teased, a mischievous smirk forming on her face, "However, I can make a special request with her for you guys and she can't refuse. But of course, you will have to pay her a dirty amount of money. What do you say?"
Katakuri narrowed his eyes and King glared at her.
Black Maria shrugged, "Don't look at me like that. It's just an offer. You can refuse if you want to but think about it for some time. Come to me if you change your mind." She lazily waved at them before walking towards Kaido and clinging onto him.
The two commanders sat in silence until King broke it. "What do you think?"
Katakuri glanced at him from the corner of his eyes. King continued, "She's cute, isn't she?"
Katakuri turned to look at [Y/n] who sat quietly at the back with her head down, "She is."
"For once, Black Maria made a good offer. Nothing is stopping us. We both know each other's secrets," King kept his stare on [Y/n].
"Other than that, there is something else," Katakuri said and King looked at him in confusion.
"Oh, you're worried about that? I doubt she is someone like that. Even if she was, we must keep her mouth shut."
Katakuri pondered for a moment before letting out a sigh. "I will take on the offer. What about you?"
King glanced at Katakuri before making eye contact with Black Maria nodding his head. She smirked happy that they accepted her offer.
[Y/n] waited for them in an empty guest room on the bed. She flinched slightly when she heard a familiar sound of loud footsteps which belonged to King and another unfamiliar one with the sound of spurs clanging. She assumed it belonged to Katakuri.
The door slides open as the two commanders enter before closing it behind their back. The loud click of the door being locked could be heard. [Y/n] looked down, unable to make eye contact with them as she finds them intimidating.
King approached her and held her chin, tilting it up as they looked into each other's eyes.
"Don't look away," He started, "especially when we're doing it."
[Y/n] cheeks dusted a dark shade of red at his blunt words before shyly nodding her head.
King took off his gloves and looked down at her. His thumb tracing her soft pink lips.
He leaned down and whispered into her ear, "Open wide."
[Y/n] obeyed, slightly opening her mouth for his thumb to enter.
"Now, suck," King demanded.
[Y/n] rolled her tongue around his thumb as she started to suck it. King stared in satisfaction although it wasn't visible since he had his mask on.
He removed his thumb from her mouth and pushed her onto the bed. [Y/n] tried to sit up but King grabbed her by the neck and pushed her down.
"Stay still," he grumbled. He removed his mask throwing it on the ground. He untied her kimono robe, leaving her in her undergarments.
"Are you just here to watch?" King turned to face Katakuri who was leaning against the wall. "Charlotte."
Katakuri stayed silent before walking towards them. He stood beside King then hovered over [Y/n] with his arms pinned beside her head.
"Take it off," He ordered. His voice was cold and he had a serious look on his face.
[Y/n] was about to take off her bra but stopped when she heard Katakuri speak again.
"No, I meant my vest. Do it for me."
[Y/n] hesitantly reached to touch his vest, sliding it down as her fingers brushed against his muscles.
"Now, my scarf."
[Y/n] touched his cheeks first. She wanted to take it slow. She could tell that it was a sensitive subject for him. She softly caressed his cheeks before slowly sliding his scarf down.
"Are you terrified?"
For a moment, [Y/n] saw a glimpse of Katakuri's eyes softening which was different from the usual glare and the stern look he always have.
"No," She shook her head.
"Are you lying?" Katakuri still wasn't convinced.
[Y/n] brought his face closer to her and Katakuri let her do so. She placed soft kisses on every corner of his mouth before kissing his lips.
Katakuri slightly opened his mouth as he allow the kiss to unfold.
She meant it. She wasn't scared. She wasn't disgusted.
Katakuri broke the kiss as [Y/n] panted softly for air.
"You two really took your time," King said before slamming his lips onto her. He was rougher than Katakuri. He pushed his tongue into her mouth as she gasped for air.
King pulled away from the kiss as [Y/n] stared at him with her eyes slightly narrowed, her cheeks flushing pink and her tongue out with a string of connected saliva.
Katakuri laid down on the bed beside her as he picked her up and made her lie on top of him before unclasping her bra, letting her breasts out.
His hands went to fondle her breasts, pinching her nipple as she squirmed on top of him and moaning loudly.
King took off her underwear and [Y/n] closed her legs as she felt exposed and shy.
"Don't close your legs," he narrowed his eyes as he spread them open.
King's fingers delved between [Y/n]'s slick folds, stroking her clit, sliding inside her tight heat. He pumped them in and out, curling against her inner walls, making her writhe with pleasure.
Katakuri’s hands cupped her breasts, kneading the soft flesh. He rolled her nipples between his fingers, pinching lightly, sending jolts of sensation straight to her core.
[Y/n] gasped, her back arching off the bed as they worked her over, their touch igniting every nerve ending in her body. She could feel herself climbing higher, the pleasure coiling tight in her belly.
King's thumb rubbed against her clit, his fingers thrusting deep, finding that sweet spot that made her see stars. Katakuri's hands squeezed her breasts, his mouth latching onto a nipple, sucking hard.
“Katakuri-sama! King-sama!” She moaned their names as she felt her high coming through.
With a final flick of King's thumb and a hard suck from Katakuri, [Y/n] came undone, her body convulsing, her cry of pleasure echoing off the walls. They worked her through it, their touch gentling as she floated down from her high.
As [Y/n] lay there, gasping for breath, trying to come down from her high, Katakuri flipped her over onto her hands and knees. She barely had time to register the change in position before he was unbuckling his belt, taking his pants off.
King did the same as he moved behind her, his hands gripping her ass cheeks, kneading the soft flesh. They pressed against her from both sides, their hard cocks rubbing against her skin, hot and heavy with need.
[Y/n] moaned, her tongue darting out to lick the tip of Katakuri's cock. He groaned, his hand fisting in her hair, guiding her head down onto his shaft.
At the same time, King pushed forward, his cock sliding into her wet heat with one hard thrust. She cried out around Katakuri's cock, her body jolting at the sudden invasion.
They set a brutal pace, fucking her hard and fast from both ends. King's hands gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her skin as he pounded into her. Katakuri's hand fisted in her hair, pushing her head down, forcing her to take him deep.
[Y/n]'s mind went blank, lost in the sensation of being so completely filled, so utterly claimed by these two powerful men. She could feel herself getting near again, the pleasure building in her core, threatening to consume her.
With a final thrust and a scream of pleasure, [Y/n] came as she moaned into Katakuri’s cock, her body shaking, her inner walls clenching around King's cock. He followed soon after, his release shooting deep inside her, filling her to the brim.
Katakuri pulled out of her mouth, his hand stroking his cock fast and hard. With a groan, he came, his release painting her face, dripping down her chin.
Katakuri flipped [Y/n] onto her back, settling between her thighs. He leaned down, his lips brushing against her ear as he looked at King in the eyes. "Watch carefully, King," he murmured, his voice low and smug. "This is how you really fuck a woman."
[Y/n] shivered at Katakuri’s words as she felt the tension between them. King was pissed but he didn't interfere. They had agreed to share her, after all, and fair was fair.
Katakuri positioned himself at her entrance, his cock nudging against her slick folds. With one hard thrust, he pushed inside her, filling her completely.
He set a slow, deep pace, his hips rolling against hers, grinding against her clit with each thrust. His hands slid under her ass, tilting her hips up, changing the angle of his penetration.
[Y/n] moaned, her hands clutching at his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She could feel every inch of him inside her, stretching her, filling her so perfectly.
Katakuri's lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin. He sucked hard, marking her, branding her as his. She cried out, her head falling back against the pillow, lost in the pleasure of his possession.
King watched from the sidelines, his jaw clenched, his fists tight at his sides. He wanted to jump in, to take over, to show Katakuri how it was really done. But he held back, reminding himself of their agreement.
As Katakuri's thrusts grew harder, faster, [Y/n] could feel herself nearing again. She was close, so close to the edge. With a final thrust and a scream of pleasure, she came undone, her body shaking, her inner walls clenching around Katakuri's cock.
He followed soon after, his release shooting deep inside her, filling her to the brim. They collapsed together, Katakuri's weight pressing down on her, his breath hot against her neck.
Katakuri and King took turns with [Y/n], each claiming her body in their own way. Katakuri was gentler, more sensual, his touch almost reverent as he explored every inch of her. King was rougher, more demanding, his possession almost brutal in its intensity.
They brought her to the brink again and again that she lost count of how many times she came, her body shaking, her cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.
[Y/n] felt herself nearing her limit. Her eyes rolled back and her body went limp.
Katakuri was the first to notice, pulling out of her with a soft murmur of concern. King followed suit, his hands gentling on her skin.
"Enough," Katakuri said, his voice firm. "She's had enough."
King nodded. They had agreed to share her, but they had never meant to hurt her. Too bad her stamina was too low compared to them but they couldn’t blame her. Compared to them, she was just a normal person, after all.
Katakuri carried her in his arms being careful to not her with King following behind as they washed her up. King went out to ask Black Maria for new clothes.
“So, how was she?” Black Maria smirked as she handed him a new kimono along with a pair of undergarments.
“Shut up. It’s none of your business,” King glared at her before walking away.
They helped her dressed up and placed her carefully on the bed. The two sat on either side of the bed.
“[Y/n],” King called out as she hummed in response. “Quit your job.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, “But why? I need the money.”
“If money is what you’re worried about then it’s no longer your concern anymore,” Katakuri said as she turned to face him.
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Stay with us instead,” King said. He had a serious look on his face.
“Six months with me and another six months with him,” Katakuri said.
[Y/n] was still not convinced, “I don’t get it. Why?”
King placed his hand on her cheek as he softly cupped it, “After all this, we can’t just let you go like that.”
Katakuri held her hand in his, “You caught our eyes from the start. And when I tell you to stay with us, we are not telling you to become our slut or anything. It’s more like being our-”
They both kissed her cheeks making her cheeks dust red and her eyes widened in surprise.
They looked at her with seriousness and determination,
“Lover. So what do you say, [Y/n]?”
[Y/n] smiled widely. She felt happy. She felt loved.
fluff, comfort ノdean taking care of his sleepy partner ࿐ ࿔
cw use of baby, sweetheart, angel, pretty <3
⟢ it's quite easy for dean to tell when you're worn out. your movements are slow, sluggish, like you're moving through a vat of tar. you'll blink heavy, talk all quiet, and he knows you need to lay down. so he'll grasp your waist beneath gentle, splaying hands and bend to meet your eyes.
"you need a nap, baby, come on."
"wanna lay down with me? we'll watch that show you like."
if you're stubborn about it,
"please, sweetheart. for me."
⟢ he doesn't ever like to wake you when you've fallen asleep, it makes his heart hurt something awful. if you ever fall asleep on him, he'll stay inhumanly still. if you've been on the road and doze off in the passenger seat, he turns the radio on low and carries you out of the car once he parks.
"hold onto me, angel," he'll murmur, coaxing your arms over his shoulders, "yeah, like that. let's get you inside."
⟢ sometimes he'll find you already in bed, reading an old lore tome with a drooping expression. blooming blue wedges into the soft dip of your undereye, he needs to get you sleeping. and so he clambers over you and plucks the book out of your hands, tosses it aside. big, warm arms circle your middle and he buries his face against the slope of your neck.
"smell so good," he breathes. "gonna fall asleep, pretty?"
he feels your nod, hears the breathy, lazy hum you give. your arms will wrap over his back and smooth over the dips of muscle there, and he'll sigh out. more than content to have you sleeping soundly beneath his weight.
cw : french kissing, handjob, blowjob, reader is a swallower, kinda ooc/submissive/really lost in the pleasure tony, reader is a teaseee
a/n : suddenly got back into marvel even thought im team dc and turns out I reeeeaaally have a thing for billionaire playboys (looking at you, bruce wayne)
your marriage with tony stark was fun. of course it was, it's tony effing stark. but you can't deny that on some nights, when he's busy devoting his entire being to his work (which, you respect highly), you're bored.
you've been invited to a gala—nothing too crazy, the usual guests, fake smiles and business deals hidden under backhanded compliments. you still had some time before you had to get ready, and you decided to be a nice wife and make some dinner for your hardworking husband!
you didn't know what he'd want to eat though... bummer.
gliding down the stairs, you took a quickly glance around his workshop through the glass and saw him working his technological magic on some hologram touch screen.
entering the pin code instantly like muscle memory, you entered.
"there she is," he began and you smiled. "tony, sweetie," you walked up to him, setting a hand on his shoulder. "i got invited to a gala this evening—" "yeah?" he said under his breath. "—and I thought I'd make you dinner before going." he smirked without looking up, "how thoughtful."
your hand snaked under his jaw, making him look at you while pressing your fingers against his cheeks. "whatcha wanna eat, nerdy?" he chuckled at the nickname, grabbing your cheeks and pressing a bit harder to make you pout. "I'll eat anything you make me, miss."
you let go of him and he mirrored you, starting to turn back to get back to work but you grabbed his shoulder again, stopping him. "tony, you work day and night, don't you wanna rest a bit?" and just as you said that, a devilish idea popped in your mind like a lightbulb.
"baby, you know I don't have time to-" and you kissed him, uninterested in his excuses to keep overworking himself. your lips smashed together and it was deep, almost animalistic, teeth occasionally clashing. you nibbled on his lower lip and he opened up, letting you initiate a french kiss. your tongue snuck inside his mouth, clashing with his.
you sat down on his lap without breaking the kiss and his hands instantly found their way to your hips, grounding them against him. leaning in, you deepened the kiss, while simultaneously grinding down on him slightly, just enough to rile him up.
finally, he pulled away, looking more disheveled than ever and you could just eat him up. "fuck..." was all he could mutter out before instantly going for your neck and your granted him access, throwing your head back to give him more room. he started kissing it slightly before sucking it directly, marking you up at his. he nibbled slightly on the marks to emphasis them which pulled a low moan out of you.
"baby–baby, wait.." you tapped the back of his head slightly and he pulled away immediately, searching your eyes for any discomfort only to be met with pure, raw lust. you ran your hand down his clothed chest, and set your hand on his growing buldge, rubbing it.
"I wanna make this about you. you work too much, tony.." you cooed, drawing out the syllables of his name. he stayed silent for a moment, before completely melting under your touch. "gosh, I don't deserve you. I really don't." and you booped his nose, "of course you do."
you quickly pulled his cock out of his pants, stroking it slowly while keeping direct eye contact with the man and he's positive he's about to die.
your soft, warm hand glided up and down his length, the movement swift thanks to the amount of pre he was letting ooze out. "oh, yeah, that's the stuff." his hand snaked in your hair to ground himself, grabbing without pulling. his abs clenched and his thighs kept shifting beneath you, his breath hitching.
you kept an even pace, biting your lip as if to conceal the nasty words that were aching to fly out of your mouth, in vain. "look at you, tony.." you began and he's already weak. "you work, and work, and work..." you rubbed his tip with your thumb lightly and he threw his head back, a loud groan echoing out of him. "it's like you never relax, honey." you give his exposed neck a quick peck, "let me take care of you, tony."
"fuck–yeah, you do that." he huffed out, making you giggle slightly. just when it started to get really good, you unwrapped your hand and got off his lap, alerting him. he picked his head back up to look at you, confusion and frustration filling his eyes. but then, and he's thanking the heavens for it, you start to lower yourself, now looking up at him while on your knees before him.
you grabbed his base and he shivered, closing his eyes—he was bracing himself. you scooted a bit closer, kissing his tip and his hips twitched. another loud groan that came straight from his chest. "I really think I'm gonna marry you, sweetheart." he affirms and you laugh, his balls tightening at the sound. "tony, baby," you ran your tongue up his dick, "we're already married." and his cock twitched at that, before finally being welcomed by the warmth of your mouth.
you lower your head down his length, nose bumping against his pelvis. finally, he let's out a moan, and you perk up at the sound. "shit– shitshitshit-" when you start bobbing your head up and down, it's game over for the poor man.
you've done this hundreds of times to him, but everytime you do, it feels like the first time. your tongue swirled around him like a cobra fetching its prey. you hollowed your cheeks with expertise, constricting the wet walls of your throat around his head. that made him set his hand in your hair again.
he didn't control the pace, his head just followed the movement on your hand, his other one running through his own hair.
his moans started going crescendo, getting louder and louder than the last. closing your eyes, you went for his balls, massaging them softly which has him hissing. "shit, honey, if you keep doing that I might- ill– I'm about to—" and that's about the only warning you get before you feel hot ropes of cum jump down your throat. you pulled away slowly to feel his release on your tongue, aching for the taste of it.
you got off him with a pop! sound, sticking your tongue out as he grabbed your cheeks to inspect your mouth. "good girl, swallowed it all." he heaved out, making a cheeky smile appear on your face.
you got up, rubbing your lips to get the leftover saliva off of them. "I'm gonna go make dinner, okay?" and he didn't even have the strength to reply, his chest going up and down intensely—he was still getting over his orgasm.
he was definitely going to let you help him relax more often.
Steve Rogers x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Thor Odinson x Reader
Summary: Another year, another Purge spent at Bucky's cabin has you questioning your sanity when you think your best friends want to kill you.
Warnings: NON-CON, g*ngbang, The Purge AU
🕸 HAPPY HALLOWEEN 🕸
➥ banner by @vase-of-lilies
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You stumbled over a tree root you'd manage to miss in the darkness, but it didn't deter your determination to get as far away as you could. In the back of your mind you knew that there was no realistic way to get out of your predicament, but the desperation and self preservation inside of you wouldn't let you admit defeat.
You had to try.
Sweat coated your skin, evidence of just how much you'd pushed yourself the moment you realized the danger you found yourself in. It was insane to think that only some five hours ago you were relaxed and surrounded by who you thought were friends, feeling comfortable and protected with people you'd known for years. Now, you were running for your life from those same people.
You should have known that something was wrong from the moment you'd stepped inside of the cabin.
“What time is Nat getting here?”
That was one of the first questions out of your mouth as you'd sat your things down. Steve was the one to answer you, and looking back, you should've paid more attention to the slight pause before he gave you a response.
“She's not,” he'd said, turning to you with a sheepish look and a shrug. “Said she was going to wait it out at home this year”.
You recalled the way you'd frowned, finding it odd that Nat wasn't coming. Since the first year it was put into place, all of you always holed up during the Purge together in some fancy backwoods cabin Bucky owned. Your disappointment must have been obvious because Steve had reached out, playfully flicking your chin.
“Hey, you still have us,” he'd told you with a small smirk. “It'll still be fun.”
“Yeah, I know.”
You'd fought to keep your tone even, but you had been disappointed, and it wasn't just because of Nat. The day before Bucky had told you that Wanda wasn't coming either and a few days before that Tony made the sudden decision to stay in one of his many expensive buildings with Pepper. It wasn't like you hated that it was just going to be you and the guys, but naturally you loved being around your girlfriends.
“Cheer up, Lady Y/N,” Thor had said when he got a good look at your face. “I have brought you your favorite movies at your request, and we will watch them as many times as you'd like.”
The blonde's infectious demeanor and determination to make you smile had relaxed you, forcing you to brush off any reservations you'd started to have. Looking back, you wondered if that was planned too—for Thor to be the one to lessen your unease because naturally he would. He was Thor, and you didn't think he had one sadistic bone in his body.
When your shirt got caught on a branch, it took everything in you not to cry out as the sharp piece of wood broke skin. The saltiness of your sweat hit your tongue as you pulled your lip between your teeth, blinking back tears as you renewed your hurried steps. Your vision was starting to sway a bit, and you knew that you were pushing yourself too much but the alternative end to this night wouldn't allow you to stop.
You could both feel your heartbeat in your throat and hear it in your ears. That observation only served to remind you that they no doubt could as well even from far away, and you fought the urge to cry again as the trajectory of this night once again felt inevitable. How were you supposed to keep out of reach of two super soldiers and a literal god in the middle of the Purge? Where would you go? Who would even help you if you happened to stumble upon someone else out here? What would you tell them? That the friends you'd had for years and who you'd holed yourself up in a cabin with were chasing you down to do God knows what?
You didn't even know what they wanted with you.
In fact, for hours you'd been none the wiser to the danger you were in, oblivious as ever as you and Thor attempted to make Wanda's signature dish. You both were very bad at it, laughing at the mess you were making while Bucky and Steve were getting fire wood. Finally admitting defeat, you'd decided to go ahead and hop in the shower, opting to just go and get ready to call it a night.
You could hear Bucky downstairs talking with Thor when you got out, glancing at the clock in the hallway and noting you had about 4 more hours until the Purge commenced. Any other year and you would've been glued to Nat’s hip, but seeing as you found yourself a tad more alone this year, you instead decided to lay down for a bit. The drive up to the cabin was no joke and as much as you'd always been encouraged to every year, you never could relax enough to just sleep through it.
“You're in a house full of a couple of assassins and some of the most dangerous people on the planet,” Nat would say to you. “What would we possibly let happen to you?”
She was right of course, but even still your body would never just let you sleep through it, and this year was even more nerve wracking without her by your side. You found yourself in and out of sleep for what felt like ages but in reality it was only about two hours. Occasionally you'd wake up to the sound of Thor’s voice asking you if you wanted or needed anything but you'd continuously give him a grumbled ‘no’ before going back to sleep.
It was in those throes of sleep that you heard it.
Steve’s voice was so recognizable and clear, but his words were so off putting that you immediately thought you must be dreaming. You were convinced that you were dreaming because your body still felt too heavy to be awake.
“No, she's asleep,” you heard him say, his voice carrying ever so softly from the hallway. “Why would we be? We only have a couple of more hours.”
There were a few beats of silence before his voice carried again.
“Well, you can just never be too safe. Anything done during the Purge is legal,” he softly laughed to himself. “Why chance it?”
His words created a sick feeling in the pit of your stomach, and you weren't able to place why until a few moments later.
“Bucky took care of her starter,” he said, making your heart sink. “She won't be going anywhere.”
His words were so vivid in your mind even when you did eventually wake up, and while you were sure your mind had conjured them up, something deep down in your gut wouldn't let you be convinced. You had sat in your room for a while just playing it over in your head and repeatedly telling yourself it was just a dream no matter how much something said otherwise.
Your jumbled thoughts must have been evident because Bucky asked you if you were alright when you eventually made it downstairs.
“Yeah,” you'd told him after a while, shaking your head. “Just slept weird, I think.”
The dark-haired man had looked at you for what felt like too long before humming to himself.
“You want something to eat? I know you and Thor’s attempt at dinner didn't turn out too well,” he'd chuckled.
His light demeanor made your shoulders relax a bit, and you knew he noticed by the way those blue eyes of his shifted.
“Yeah I might as well,” you'd sighed, moving to sit on the couch. “I won't be able to do much else for a while.”
The brunette only threw you a smile before getting up, and you’d flipped through the DVDs Thor brought. As nice as the cabin was, at the end of the day it was still just a cabin in the middle of nowhere, and while the lack of internet never bothered you before, it was glaringly obvious this year without Nat or Wanda to keep you busy.
Among other reasons.
You’d found your thoughts drifting as you stared at the DVD in your hand, eventually convincing yourself that you were losing it. Of course, it had been a dream. Even if it wasn’t a dream, what could you possibly think it meant? Bucky had broken your car and Steve was talking to someone about their plot to what? Kill you? It was almost laughable, and you’d shaken your head.
You’d finally chosen a movie to put on just as Bucky finished up in the kitchen, the sound of the opening door reaching your ears as Thor and Steve brought in more firewood.
The smell of said firewood still clung to your clothes and hair as your gaze roamed along the dark trees in front of you. You needed to make sure you weren’t just mindlessly running in circles, but you also didn’t have the luxury of stopping and assessing where you were. You held your hand to your bleeding shoulder as leaves crunched beneath your feet. You were out of breath and so tired and so…confused, but most of all you were scared.
The thought that that phone call you heard was real was one that almost paralyzed you with fear. It seemed too insane—too sick—to be true, and yet you found yourself running in the middle of nowhere during the height of the Purge in the hopes that you would last the night. You hadn’t wanted to believe it, but the short phone call from Nat that managed to get through still made your head spin.
“I’m surprised I even managed to get a signal,” you’d told her hours earlier with a smile, stepping out onto the back patio. “The service out here is almost the same as the lack of wifi.”
“Out where? The cabin?” she’d asked, and her genuine confusion had made you frown.
“Uh, yeah,” you mockingly told her. “You know, the one you decided not to come to this year.”
There was a pregnant pause.
“Bucky said he didn’t think they were going up there this year.”
The redhead’s words only made your frown deepen, that sinking feeling returning to your chest.
“The asshole didn’t tell me he’d changed his mind,” and you could almost see her rolling her eyes on the other side of the line. “It’s so boring waiting this out without my partner in crime.”
She was chuckling to herself, but you had fallen quiet. You’d stared at the woods behind the cabin, going over both her words and what Steve had told you. You gently shook your head, telling yourself that there must have been some miscommunication. In fact, you were just about to bring up Steve’s contradicting words when you turned around…and froze.
The man in question was just on the other side of the sliding glass door, an unreadable expression on his face and two mugs in his hands. There was a brief moment where you both just stared at each other, and then suddenly a small smile graced Steve’s lips as he held the mugs up, brows lifting.
“Yeah, I guess he did,” you slowly replied, distracted. “I’ll call you back later once we’re locked in and settled.”
You and Nat said goodbye, and you swallowed as you reached out to open the door.
“What did Nat want?”
The blond didn’t even try to pretend like he didn’t hear who was on the phone, and so you knew that he heard exactly what was said.
“Just checking in,” you told him, grabbing a mug of hot chocolate. “She misses me.”
You looked at him as you said that, and Steve only shrugged.
“Well, no one told her to stay home this year,” he said to you, bumping his arm against yours as you walked inside.
You only smiled at him, desperately trying to get your thoughts together.
Was it possible there was just some innocent miscommunication? Maybe Bucky hadn’t relayed it to Nat that he’d decided to come back up here, after all and maybe Steve thought her absence was because she just wanted to stay home this year, not knowing she was under the impression no one was coming to the cabin. It was plausible, and the simplest answers were often the truth, but…
That phone call.
It had to have been a dream because the alternative was too terrifying to think about. Steve was your friend. Bucky was your friend. Thor was your friend. They were friends that you’d known and worked with for years, and the idea that you were alone with them up here for less than genuine reasons was making your stomach twist into knots. You knew that you were scaring yourself, and you forced yourself to take a deep breath.
You forced yourself to ask yourself a few questions, wondering what the reason would even be? They weren’t homicidal violent men or anything like that, and you’d never once felt unsafe with them. In fact, it was always the opposite, so what would the reason even be? Why would they orchestrate this whole thing that left you alone up here with them…during the Purge?
You’d told yourself that you were losing it, and after some time you’d offered to take everyone’s empty mugs to the sink. You could hear them having some debate about some game a month back as you did, placing the empty dishes into the sink. Your hands found the counter, and your eyes met your reflection in the kitchen window. You acknowledged that you were making yourself paranoid, but you couldn’t stop.
You were normally such a rational person, and everything about your train of thought was irrational, but yet you could not let it go. It made zero sense because they weren’t even sort of like the kind of guys who would hurt you—or any woman—but something kept nagging at you in the back of your mind. Something inside of you refused to let you relax.
As Thor’s loud laugh reached your ears, your gaze drifted to Steve’s phone on the counter. The blond—still refusing to grasp technology to the fullest degree—never kept a passcode on it, and your hand was moving without a second thought. They were still talking as you looked at Steve’s call history, searching for something that would ease your worries, but you only got the opposite.
Tony was the last person Steve talked to, and while that wasn’t cause for any kind of suspicion, you did notice that the call was taken when you were asleep—or at least in and out of sleep. You placed it back on the counter as if it were on fire, staring at it with wide eyes and telling yourself that it didn’t mean anything.
A coincidence.
You told yourself it was a coincidence, but you didn’t feel convinced.
“Hey, I’m kind of cold,” you loudly said, making your way to the key hook. “I’m grabbing my scarf from the car.”
It wasn’t a lie. You were indeed still a little nippy, and your scarf was still in your car, but your brain wouldn’t let this go. You kept coming up with more scenarios to prove yourself wrong and ease your worries, and you didn’t know why. You were outside before any of them replied, and you did just as you said, unlocking the vehicle and grabbing your scarf.
However, before you could talk yourself out of it, you were sitting in the driver’s seat and your key was in your ignition and you were turning it. You turned it twice. Then a third time, and a fourth time, and each time…it wouldn’t start.
It was quiet outside aside from the odd sound of an owl or two as you just stared at your dashboard. You could see your breath as you exhaled, telling yourself all kinds of excuses for what you were experiencing. It was cold and maybe it just needed a minute, but even after trying it again after a few minutes, there was no such luck. You swallowed, turning the key again, and you felt like you were having an out of body experience as it just wouldn’t start.
“What are you doing, doll?”
The scream you let out scared you more than Bucky’s sudden presence, and you dropped your keys to the floor of the car. You pressed your hand to your chest as you turned to look at him, unsure of how long he’d been standing there. You blinked a few times as you stared at him, heart threatening to beat out of your chest and lips parted.
Bucky was standing in the gap between your door and your car, one hand on the top of the door frame, the other at his side. The cold breeze ruffled his dark hair, and the moonlight glinted off of his blue eyes as he stared at you. It took you too long to remember he’d asked you a question, and you quickly came up with an answer.
“I wanted to see how much gas I have left in my car, but… It won’t start,” you softly said, still fighting to catch your breath. “I thought…I thought maybe the cold had something to do with the engine, but it’s just not starting.”
Bucky didn’t respond right away, and when he hummed, a shiver crawled up your spine.
“I’ll look at it in the morning. Me or Steve one,” he said, offering his hand to you.
Nodding, you quickly grabbed your scarf and your keys, placing your free hand in his flesh one. Bucky closed your car door for you, and you thanked him when he took your scarf and put it around your neck.
“Just trying to keep you warm,” he said to you, rubbing your shoulders. “We don’t want you to freeze to death.”
You forced a chuckle at that, and Bucky joined you as you both stepped inside. Steve was just inside the door when you stepped through, and you watched him look between you two.
“Everything alright?”
“Yeah, her car won’t start,” Bucky answered for you.
The blond eyed you, a slight frown forming.
“Why were you trying to start your car?”
You told yourself that you were imagining his tone.
“I wanted to see how much gas I have left to get back home tomorrow…”
You shrugged at him, and Steve only nodded.
“Bucky or I will check it out in the morning,” he said, basically repeating Bucky’s words as he guided you back to the living room.
You sat on the couch as another conversation started up around you, and you chimed in here and there, but your mind was miles away.
You told yourself that the car was a coincidence, but how many coincidences were allowed before you started putting pieces together that painted a sick picture?
Steve said that Nat chose not to come this year, but Nat said Bucky told her they weren’t coming up to the cabin for the Purge this year. You were so sure that phone call was a dream, but Steve’s call history showed he’d absolutely been on the phone with someone and that someone was Tony…who also chose to sit at home with Pepper this year. It was that same phone call where Steve said Bucky had messed with your car…
Your car that wouldn’t start.
“Y/N, are you alright?”
Thor’s voice pulled you from your thoughts, and when you looked around you saw all three of them looking at you in concern. You only just realized that your heart was going crazy in your chest, and they could no doubt hear it. Their worried expressions were almost enough to have you rethinking this entire night, and you blinked back tears.
Bucky was the first to move.
“Hey, hey,” he gently said to you, placing a hand on your back. “What’s wrong, doll?”
You squeezed your eyes shut, placing a hand on your forehead.
“I think, um, I think…” you struggled to speak. “I don’t feel good. My head is all…”
You flailed your hands around your face.
“I don’t know, I just don’t feel good.”
“You want to take something?” Steve asked you, and you shook your head.
“No, I…” you heavily exhaled. “I just feel like I might be sick.”
Your voice cracked, and Bucky helped you stand.
“I just need some air.”
All of you were standing now, and Thor offered to go with you.
“No, I’ll just be a minute,” you hurried to tell him, placing your fingers to your temple. “I just need some air.”
You were stumbling towards the door before you were finished speaking, and you took deep breaths as soon as you were on the other side of it. The cold fresh air was definitely helping you clear your head, and you leaned back against it with your eyes closed. You thought that this would help you think more rationally, now…but it wasn’t working.
Everything you’d added up was going through your head over and over again.
They wouldn’t. You told yourself that they wouldn’t, but what if they would?
You recalled that one Christmas party that involved some Asgardian meade and a bold move from Thor that resulted in you having to let him down easily. The next morning he claimed to not have remembered a thing, but what if he did? What if something you’d written off as a drunken blunder was actually much more than that?
Like the time you and Bucky were undercover, and you swore he was getting a little too lost in the role but he assured you of otherwise? When you thought about the aggressive way he kissed you even now, it still sent chills down your spine, but he’d convinced you that it was nothing, that he was just trying to be convincing, and you’d believed him.
…and it was only a few months ago that Steve—under no influence of anything and under no false pretenses of a cover for some mission—had asked you out, and you’d told him no. It wasn’t because he wasn't a great guy or because he wasn’t handsome enough, but the two of you had been friends for so long that the thought of ruining that was something you couldn’t bear, and that was what you’d told him.
He seemed to believe you, but sometimes you still thought about that hint of something you swore you saw in his gaze. It had come and gone so quickly, and even now you still didn’t know if you imagined it or not, but it had scared you for a split second…and then it was gone and he was smiling, and you were just happy you hadn’t lost a friend.
Every single incident was at the forefront of your mind, now, and it was too many coincidences to keep you calm. You repeatedly told yourself that they wouldn’t hurt you—especially not over something as trivial as that—but you weren’t able to convince yourself. Every single nerve in your body was telling you something wasn’t right, and your internal conflict was driving you crazy. You told yourself they would never hurt you, and you wanted to be right. You wanted to be right so bad.
…but what if you were wrong?
You were unable to sit with your thoughts, and you didn’t know what part of you to listen to.
So…
You ran.
You hadn’t even been running for long when you heard your name being screamed through the trees, and it only made you run faster. There was some small part of you that told you you were being paranoid. After all, you were terrified and running based off of assumptions you came up with on your own, but a much larger part of you was telling you to run faster. A louder voice was in your head telling you that you were in danger.
Every time you faintly heard your voice traveling through the trees it only scared you more, making more tears fall at the predicament you were in. It didn’t seem real, and you wanted to believe it wasn’t happening, but nothing else made sense. The Purge had already commenced, even out here in the middle of the trees you knew that, and you were terrified of what would happen to you if you failed to make it through the night on your own.
But what if it was all in your head? What if you’d driven yourself crazy and took off in the middle of nowhere over nothing? What would you say to them tomorrow? How would you explain yourself? What if they were chasing after you because you took off like a crazy person and they were worried?
A sob caught in your chest because you didn’t know what to believe, and you genuinely felt like you were losing your mind. Your tears were blurring your vision, and you felt like you couldn’t suck in air fast enough. When your foot caught on a rock, it sent you falling to the ground, and your forehead bounced off of the hard earth. Your already questionable vision was now slanted as you fought to push yourself to your feet, and you looked around, relieved that you were still alone.
You felt like you were on the verge of passing out when you stumbled into familiar arms.
The scream that escaped you echoed throughout the woods, bouncing off of trees and making you flinch. Thor’s hands were firm on your arms as you fought to get away from him, pushing at him and hitting his chest as he tried to calm you down. You were inconsolable as your back met a tree, and you struggled to speak.
“Please, don’t kill me,” you choked out. “Please…”
The blond frowned at you, and you shook your head.
“I don’t… I didn’t…” you couldn’t breathe. “I’m sorry.”
Thor only frowned at you as he looked over your face, one of his hands reaching up to gently touch your cheek.
“I’m sorry,” you breathlessly repeated. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings or made you think…”
Your words died in the air again as you struggled to catch your breath, and the gentle touch of Thor’s hand on your face and the way he was looking at you was a lot more calming than you wanted to admit. The blond seemed genuinely confused by your words and your demeanor, pressing his lips together as he ran his eyes over you.
“Is that what you think?” he gently asked you, and you swallowed. “Is that why you ran?”
Your silence was answer enough, and you watched him gently laugh to himself.
“You thought we were going to kill you?”
His question accompanied by his expression made you feel stupid all of a sudden, and you looked away just as Thor laughed again. He was careful in pulling you away from the tree, holding you next to him as he started to walk back in the direction of the cabin. He guided your head to lean against him, and you briefly closed your eyes, taking deep even breaths and feeling…insane.
“Why did you think we were going to kill you?” he softly wondered, and you couldn’t ignore that he was talking to you like some wounded animal.
“It’s…stupid,” you managed to whisper, not even wanting to say it all out loud now that Thor had managed to ease your fears. “I feel like an idiot.”
Thor rubbed your shoulder, and the sound of footsteps other than both of yours reached your ears.
“Is she okay?” you heard Steve ask, the blond closer to you than Bucky, a deep frown on his features.
“I’m fine,” you said the same time Thor told him you were fine. “I got too in my own head and...I don’t know, I just drove myself crazy.”
“She thought we were going to kill her.”
You felt even more embarrassed when Thor said it aloud again to them, and you started to frown at him when you were all too aware of his grip on the hair at the nape of your neck. Your frown deepened, wincing in pain as you reached back just as he leaned over.
“I do not know what gave her that idea,” Thor said seemingly to no one in particular just as he covered your lips with his own.
The kiss took you by surprise, and you pushed at his chest as he stepped closer, forcing you to stumble back. Your back met a tree for the second time that night, and you were unable to speak as Thor moved his mouth against yours. Your brain felt even more jumbled than it did earlier in the night, confusion pouring into you as Thor kept you from pulling away.
Your mind had immediately jumped to murder that you had never even entertained the possibility of…something else.
When you finally managed to get away from Thor’s hold—or when he let you—you stumbled back into someone else’s waiting arms, and you yelped in a mixture of fear and shock. Bucky held both of your elbows to him as his lips found a home in the crook of your neck, tasting your sweaty skin as you struggled in his tight grip.
“Kill you?” Bucky chuckled. “Never.”
“This isn’t funny,” you told them, voice shaking. “If you’re trying to scare me because of something I did or didn’t do…”
Your eyes met Steve’s at that.
“I’m sorry–!”
You cut yourself off with a gasp, crying out at the feeling of Bucky’s teeth in your skin. Your efforts to get away from him doubled the moment Steve started to make his way closer to you. You frantically looked between him and Thor, understanding that if this was for real and they were serious, there was no getting out of this. Your heart was going crazy in your chest, and Steve confirmed that they heard it.
“Listen to how scared she is…”
“Steve, please,” you begged as he got closer and closer, and when he ignored your apologies and pleas entirely, you accepted that this was no joke.
The blond caught your feet as you kicked at him, separating your legs and stepping between them. You were in an uncomfortable position as Bucky still held your elbows behind you. Steve’s fingers dug into your pants, and when his hands started to pull, you moved as much as you possibly could. Thor’s chuckle reached your ears as you found yourself dropped to the ground.
“I do believe she is besting you both.”
The teasing lilt to his voice made your stomach turn, and your attempt to crawl away was thwarted by hands on your ankles pulling you back. Your nails pressed into the dirt and leaves as you were dragged back, no match for the super soldier who flipped you onto your back. Every kick at Steve was futile, and tears blurred your vision again when he sat on your waist. You pushed at his hands as they reached for your sweater, the thick fabric ripping like paper at the mercy of his strength.
It seemed like no matter what you said to Steve, he didn’t hear a word of it, blue eyes locked in on his goal, and if you had any doubts about this being personal, they were gone the moment your gazes met. There was no give there, nothing in his stare even hinting that he could be talked out of this. In fact, you wouldn’t be shocked if the entire thing was his idea.
You screamed when he leaned down to take a hardened bud into his mouth, the cold air giving him exactly what he wanted.
“There’s no one around for miles, doll,” you heard Bucky say, making you cry harder. “...but by all means.”
He gestured to you as you turned to look at him through a tearful gaze.
“Scream as much as you’d like.”
You and Steve fought over your pants, the blond winning with hardly a fight, and you shook from both the cold and the turn the night had taken. To think it was only moments ago that you’d been so sure they were going to kill you. Another possibility hadn’t even been an option in your mind and why would it? What was tomorrow supposed to be like or hadn’t they thought that far ahead?
A silent conversation seemed to pass through Bucky and Steve as they briefly looked at each other, the brunette making his way over to you. Any fight you were able to give Steve was squashed the moment Bucky dropped to his knees and pinned your hands on either side of your head. You tearfully looked up at him, equal parts angry and defeated as Steve’s hand slid between your thighs.
“Uh uh,” Steve tsk’d, harshly slapping your cunt the moment you squeezed your eyes shut, making you shout. “Eyes on him, sweetheart.”
Bucky had no problem at all holding your gaze while Steve slid a finger into you, quickly followed by another. You couldn’t swallow down the gasp that climbed out of your throat, eyes widening as he curled his fingers into you. You twisted your wrists in Bucky’s grip, angrily staring at him as you fought to swallow down every sound that wanted to escape your lips.
Your toes curled as Steve fingered you, a third finger sliding into you with ease as his actions forced you to drip around his hand. Your chest was heaving with every snap of his wrist, and you attempted to turn your head away when Bucky leaned in, but he stole a kiss anyway. The dark-haired man tasted the inside of your mouth as Steve continued to stretch you out around his fingers.
The sensations from both were too much, and you desperately wanted to be anywhere but here. Bucky only let you catch your breath for a second before diving in again, and for a brief moment, you felt empty and the heat between your legs was gone. That reprieve, however, only lasted for a second, and your chest arched at the feeling of thicker fingers slowly pushing their way into you.
You let out a shaky breath, and you felt Bucky smirk into the kiss.
Thor was not as gentle as Steve, roughly fucking you with his fingers and making your hips lift off of the ground. You were dripping around him, you could feel it, and the sound of his thick fingers pushing into you reached your ears, so you could only imagine what they could hear. The humiliation of it all warmed your cold frame, and you blinked back tears when Bucky finally pulled away.
You stared at him, but his blue eyes were focused instead on what Thor was doing to you.
You refused to look, closing your eyes and turning your head away. Evidently, Steve found that funny, chuckling to himself, and the knowledge that they all found this amusing filled you with an indescribable rage. The sound of Thor fucking you with his fingers was loud, a wet squelch reaching your ears every time he pushed his fingers into your walls.
“I want to see her come,” Steve said, and you pulled at Bucky’s grip.
“No,” you cried, but both Thor and Bucky tightened their holds.
You could already feel your stomach tightening from Thor’s hand, his thumb brushing gentle circles over you, a stark contrast to the movements from his other fingers. You were gone completely however when Bucky leaned back down to nip at your chest before tasting the same pebbled bud Steve had, tongue brushing over the sensitive flesh and making you gasp.
It was all too much, and you could feel and hear your breathing getting heavier. Your stomach was tight and your toes were curled and your chest was arched upwards. Your lashes kept fluttering as you tried so hard to fight it, but against your will, you were pushed over the edge and you came around Thor’s fingers with an embarrassing sigh.
You heard Thor curse and then you felt his mouth on your mound barely a moment later. That only prolonged your orgasm, eyes falling close as he tasted you, his tongue lapping up any and everything you had to offer. He hummed against you, the feeling vibrating throughout your entire body, and you were so lost in the feeling that you didn’t even realize Bucky had let you go.
When Thor finally pulled away too, you were a trembling mess, and you could feel tears kissing your eyes. You barely felt the cold now, your skin so hot and your face so warm. You could hear the rustle of fabric, but you weren’t able to put two and two together until a metal hand was turning you over.
“Bucky–!”
His name had barely escaped your lips before a hand was underneath your stomach and forcing you to your knees. The head of his cock was pushing into you barely a moment later, and the noise that left you was one you couldn’t name. His metal hand was in your hair while the other was tight on your waist.
Your fingers dug into the leaves and dirt as he repeatedly thrust into you, the sound of skin slapping against skin loud in the otherwise quiet woods. Your head weakly hung as he pulled you back to meet his every thrust, pulling out until only the tip of him remained before sliding his cock into you to the hilt.
Every time you leaned away, the brunette pulled you back, groaning behind you at the feeling of you wrapped around him. For a while, you forgot all about Steve and Thor, but then you heard the crunch of leaves, and when you forced yourself to look up, your eyes met familiar blue ones.
“It didn’t have to be like this, you know,” Steve told you, and you hated that haughty tone in his voice. “It really didn’t.”
His betrayal—all of theirs—made more tears spill over as you glared at him.
“Fuck you,” you spat at the blond, and Steve only gave you a crooked smile.
You cried out when Bucky’s hand curled around your throat, pulling back and forcing your back to his chest. His other arm snaked around your waist, and you dug your nails into the skin of his arm. He pressed his face into where your shoulder and your neck met, and Steve took another step towards you.
“Be patient, and you will.”
Your vision started to tilt and blur as the result of Bucky’s tight hold on your throat, the dark-haired super soldier whispering in your ear.
“You take my cock so well,” he softly told you just before he came inside of you.
Unfortunately, you came with him, wholly embarrassed and upset as he told you to milk his cock, tightly holding you against him until you stopped trembling. He whispered something else in your ear that sounded a lot like ‘good girl’ before pulling out of you, practically handing you to Thor as if you were a glass of water and not a human being.
You learned that Thor liked to look at your face.
He wasted no time in forcing your legs over his arms and pushing your knees next to your head before sliding into you with ease. The new and uncomfortable angle had you clawing at the dirt in desperation, head thrown back and eyes squeezed shut. His chest brushed against yours with every surge of his hips, and you couldn’t bite back the whimpers that crawled out of your throat even if you tried.
His skin slapped against yours, and your lips were parted the entire time he was inside of you. Occasionally he kissed you, a gentle gesture that was the complete opposite of how he fucked you. The leaves and twigs of the forest floor scratched at your back with every movement, but the pain from that was almost nonexistent in comparison to the way Thor stretched you out around his cock.
The god amongst the three naturally had the most stamina, and sweat coated your skin after being with Bucky and now Thor.
“I should hope you’re not getting tired, little one,” he said to you, and you squeezed your eyes shut at the perversion of the affectionate name he sometimes gave you. “I don’t know about them, but I want to make the best use of these twelve hours.”
When Thor was close, he dropped one of your legs, a large hand coming up to cover your breast and massage the skin. His teeth nipped at your throat, and your nails dug into his arm. His hips started to slow, Thor torturously dragging his cock in and out of you, driving you crazy and making you lift your hips.
“Atta girl,” you heard someone say, and it sounded like Steve.
Thor slowly pumped himself into you, not minding at all that you didn’t come with him as he spilled himself into you. He didn’t stop thrusting until he was spent, satisfied with himself before pulling out of your limp frame.
Your eyes felt so heavy, and more than anything, you wanted to disappear, but all too soon you felt a familiar hand on your leg.
“No,” you mumbled, pushing at Steve.
“Don’t be mean,” Steve whispered to you, kissing you. “Everybody else got their turn.”
The slap was loud and unexpected, even by you, but it was more than deserved. Somehow, you knew that this was Steve’s idea, and tears skipped down your cheeks as he continued to press kisses along your face as if you hadn’t just hit him.
His lips traveled to your jaw and then your neck, and your attempt to sit up and back away from him was halted. Steve pulled you back by your hips, forcing your legs around him before leaning back and taking you with him. You let out a grunt when you settled on top of him, attempting to get away, but he was already forcing you down onto his cock.
You both let out similar noises but for entirely different reasons.
The blond wasted no time, getting a tight grip on your hips and bending his knees as he thrust himself up into you. A choked moan escaped into the air, and Steve tightened his hold on your hips. The palms of your hands were pressed against his chest, and against your will, you picked up a rhythm as he forced you to ride him.
You heard footsteps behind you, and you shouldn’t have been surprised to feel lips on the back of your neck. Bucky kissed along your throat as he forced your head back, and it took everything in you to keep your eyes somewhat open. He nipped at the skin, his lips eventually traveling to your lips for a few moments before pulling away entirely. Steve did not stop you once, forcing you to roll your hips over his and push yourself down onto his cock.
You were dripping around him, and when you managed to look down, you could see him staring at where you two met, his tongue poking at his bottom lip as he watched himself disappear into you. It both disgusted you and made your heart skip a beat, doubly so when Thor grabbed your arms, holding them behind you as it was his turn to press kisses along your neck and shoulders.
You shuddered at the feeling and he chuckled.
“I think she might come again,” Thor said, and the blond god kissed the tears on your cheeks.
When he let you go, Steve forced you down against him, his arms wrapped around your back as he roughly pushed his cock up into you. You gasped into his ear, your moans growing louder with every thrust. Your hands pressed into the dirt to steady yourself, but it was no use as Steve practically kept your chest glued to his.
One of his hands curled around the back of your neck, and his lips pressed kisses along your jaw. You couldn’t catch your breath, and Steve could feel you clenching around him.
“You going to come for me, sweetheart? Hmm?”
You couldn’t find a snarky comment to throw at him, simultaneously wanting this to be over and to never end. Steve was repeatedly hitting something inside of you that had you mewling on top of him, and when his hand wrapped around the front of your throat, you clawed at it.
“The sooner you come, the sooner we take you back…”
You shook your head.
“...and get you all cleaned up…”
You pressed your nails into his hand, more tears spilling over.
“...and fed and well rested…”
He pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“...and ready to do it all over again.”
When you came around Steve you saw stars, vision going dark and heart skipping a beat as he fucked you through your climax. Even when you had long stopped rolling your hips against his, Steve lazily pushed his cock into you, forcing you to flutter around him as he coated your walls.
You were completely spent and out of breath, barely able to protest as Bucky grabbed you and swung you up into his arms. You were covered in dirt and sweat and God knows what else as the dark-haired man chuckled at the sight of you.
“...and to think…” he murmured, pressing his lips to your forehead. “You thought we wanted to kill you.”
