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poppy-metal · 3 years

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you know what…… college scream au where denki is the killer and it’s like… it’s denki no one suspects him lol are u kidding me ?? this boy ?? this man ?? you’re all huddled together the whole group bc of the murders and you’re the one that’s like “i’ll be right back” and he’s like “i’ll come with, don’t you remember what happened in the movie” and you’re like “yeah, he goes off and kills his girlfriend” denki rolls his eyes like “good thing i’m not your boyfriend” bc u rejected him a couple months ago. he’s not going to hurt u, just the people standing in his way of having u all to himself and , like, the people who think they’re better than him, who treat him like an idiot or a sidekick,,,

anyway he goes off w you and he’s like “are you scared?” and you’re like, “no fuck off denki” but u are scared and he thinks it’s hilarious bc he’d never hurt u — but he does like that it keeps u so close.

cw: denki is ghostface, death and stuff, dark content related things. no smut. yet. lots of sexual tension though

wc: 2.5k

you tap your fingers on the cool granite, pink acrylic. tap, tap, tap. you stare down at the tabletop, drink in breaths, inhale and exhale, letting the air into your lungs slow the thump of your heart. your solo cup sits empty, and you trace the lid idly. you'd left the bomb fire and tracked your way up here to refill it and bring more booze, but in the quiet of the house, you let yourself settle.

you can feel tacky glitter on your face stick to your skin, making you wanna itch. the coconutty sunscreen you'd used earlier to ward off mosquitoes fills the kitchen. the more you linger, the less ready you are to venture back. to them, to the party. to him.

It was getting hard, the pretending. you knew you all were using tonight to forget, forget about the killings. there was a city mandated curfew but you guys didn't care, you made up this town, you owned it. you did what you wanted. but it was hard.

the more you danced, euphoric and unafraid, the more sick you felt. paranoia was always creeping in, wondering. who's next, is it me? would i make it? you'd thought ochako would, and she'd ended up in a bodybag, blood-

your head throbs and a breath shudders out of you. maybe you could just go lie on the couch, you didn't- you couldn't go out there again.

it was almost too easy, the way you let yourself forget for awhile. denki had made it easy. easier. making eye contact with him on the other side of the bomb fire, you knew he could help.

your relationship had always been him pushing and you pulling back, scoffing away his flirtations with cold quips and eye rolls. but you'd always felt...something. maybe you just couldn't let yourself go with him, you were afraid of it. of fun, he always said.

but tonight, you'd pushed first. you couldn't not. he looked...he looked good. loose black t with some logo on it, funky bracelets covering his wrists, ringed fingers glinting under the moon. the flames had licked his face, coloring it in a warm glow. he looked so flushed, hair that messy sexy way that it always was. and he wasn't moving towards you, hadn't been, just meeting your stare head on, something unrecognizable dancing in his eyes along with the flicker of the fire.

he had one of those candy bead necklaces on, and all you wanted to do was eat it.

so you moved. feeling the sand beneath your toes, you'd walked around the fire to his side, not breaking eye contact with him as you did. his tongue, red from the wine coolers he'd been drinking all night, dipped to lick his bottom lip as you stopped in front of him. bass pounded around you both, thrumming. everyone else was already dancing.

he'd tiltied his head at you, lock of blonde hair falling across his forhead as he downed the rest of his cooler and then coverly threw it to the side. a couple weeks ago, you'd have snapped at him for such a thing, but now. now you'd just taken his hand when he offered it, letting him tug you forward. "final girl wants to party?" eyebrow raised, though his voice was gentle. intimate as the way he looked at you.

he'd taken to calling you that since this all started, and your eyes had drooped as you stared at the candy looped around his neck, chewing your lip. "you're complaining?"

"you know im not" and you did. you'd known, knew, denki had and has wanted you for a long, long time. he tugs you closer, loops your arms around his neck, damp with sweat and warm from the fire. his eyes are like honey. gooey and melting and warm. you can see the moment they darken. his hands are at your hips and you feel one of his hands skim across a sliver of your hip, fingers inching up your top to skate across what he finds.

you wince, pulling back a little, but his grip is firm. you still and let him continue, caught for a moment. like a fly in honey as the pads of his fingers, dance across the raised flesh of your fully healed scar. three weeks ago, where the killer, ghostface, had slashed you in your house. the wound still throbbed most days, even though your skin had done its job in patching you up. you hated it, the reminder of that fear, that helplessness. how you were stuck with it forever now.

but the way denki was touching you, reverent almost, it was intoxicating. made you lean into him a little. he tipped his head as you both swayed, his thumb stroking over the mark, back and forth, back and forth. "does it hurt?" he sounded genuinely curious. his thumb stopped stroking.

you made yourself swallow "a little". your arms fasten more around his neck, you don't like talking about it. you kinda want him to pull you in more, maybe turn you around so you're pressed together...you don't know where that desire comes from, only that it's there and now its all you can think about.

"you were" his voice is so low and soft it makes you shiver despite being so close to the bonfire "so scared that night"

and he does turn you around, the motion making his words flit over you when maybe they should have stuck. your eyes flutter a little when you feel the space between your back and his front disappear, molding himself to your back. you have a wild thought that you fit kinda perfectly together. your ass is plush against his jeans, and if your rock back a little, which you dont, not yet, you think you'd feel him. hard. a thrill goes through you.

his cheek brushes against yours as he props his head on your shoulder, one hand coming to splay back over your tummy. he presses you back for you, and now you do feel him. you feel all of him. his hair tickles your neck, and his breath is surprisingly cool against your heated skin.

"I think anyone would be scared" your voice is breathless to your own ears. when did denki have the capability to make you feel this way? "a masked killer breaking into your home is like. the stuff of nightmares, you know."

"mm" subtly, almost naturally, you rock together. it feels good, really good. the way he noses along your neck makes it better, you think. "I heard" his fingers are back to dancing over your skin, tracing the scar again. "he called you on the phone first. didn't he?"

your brain is a little foggy from the drinks, your clothes are sticky and your jean shorts are rubbing against your clit in a way that makes you want to hump, turn around and hump the bulge you feel, hump his thigh, anything. your lips, usually tightly sealed, only opening for denki to deliver rejections and jabs, are now loose. everything is going over your head.

you nod.

denkis thumb presses, pauses over the middle of the scar, the shape of a zigzag. "kinda looks like a lightning bolt" he pets over it. "what'd he say?"

"hm?" you're biting your lip as you lazily rock your hips back into his.

you think you feel a flash of his smile, or feel it rather, against your ear. "ghostface. what'd he say on the phone?"

his voice is so….it feels like its dripping over your like molasses, low and husky. you wanna drown in it, to hear him keep murmuring to you, tucked away from everyone else, just like this. just you two. you blink, "uh" lick over your lips. "he asked me my favorite scary movie-"

"Scream" you feel his grin definitely now. "Right?"

you nod slowly. he huffs a laugh, "Ironic"

his thumb starts moving again, and you don't know why, but its comforting. "fuck. i guess it is"

"What else? hm?" stroke, stroke, stroke, his thumb swipes. "What'd mr. ghostface say next to our final girl"

"he…." you remember it clear as day, the filtered voice, the innocent questions at first. until. until…. you close your eyes, feel yourself grow hot in a way that's different from the body heat between you two. "he just said...things"

denkis voice sounds intrigued. his thumb stops again, "Things?"

another nod from you, jerky, like you're a bobblehead.

the pad of his thumb presses just barely into your scar, "what kind of things did he say to you, exactly."

you naw on your bottom lip, sinking back into the memory like its a fog. darting your gaze around your house like a madwomen, as you listened to that voice- "bad things" you think you hear yourself say.

you're in the memory fully now, though. remembering the fear, as ghostfaces questions got more personal, more prying. you remember, too, the other feeling bubbling underneath the surface at his salacious threats. his words like he knew you and was peeling you apart and seeing you and fucking-

you remember. you remember. the phone on speaker on your bed as you loosely clutched a knife in one hand, for protection, while your other hand was shoved down your panties. stuffing your cunt full and whimpering while that voice, vicious and taunting on the other end of the line told you- told you all the bad- all the bad things he wanted, know was gonna do.

three fingers knuckles deep, gushing slick around them as he cackled. ruin you, he'd said, he was gonna ruin you. his fucked up little final girl, how he was gonna kill all your friends, and then fuck you in thier blood, how he was gonna sink his cock into your virgin cunt and make you lick the ring of red off his dick after he was done, how he was gonna hurt you, hurt you, hurt you and sneak into your room at night and bury his head between your legs and eat up your scared little pussy until it creamed around his tongue.

he'd had you squirming and gushing, messing up your sheets in some sick twisted game. and then when you were about to cum- he'd thrown open your balcony door. three fingers deep in your pussy, you couldn't tell anyone you almost died that night because you'd been masturbating to what the killer was threatening.

"What kind bad things was he saying to make you this wet, ___?"

denkis voice brings you back, startled. his words take seconds to process and when they do, you feel sick with shame, and, anger you think. you stiffen in his arms, his thumb has dipped just barely into your jean shorts, and his thigh is slotted between your legs. you don't remember him putting it there, or. or grinding on him. but.

you shake your head. "that's not- don't even suggest that. It's sick"

"Oh, its sick alright" he chuckles warmly, rocks his knee just barely up against your clothed cunt. "That's why i asked. M'not suggestions anything you're not already giving me. So" he brushes a sticky tendril of hair behind your ear, his lips come down to brush it. "Why are you turned on?"

you completely don't know what to say. you can't- you're so wet its obvious. you can feel your pussy, it. "She has a little heartbeat she's going so crazy" denki knocks his knee up again. "A killer made your pussy this wet?"

you jolt out of his arms, stumbling as you rear back around on him. you feel sick, emotions whirling around you like crazy. denki merely drops his arms limply to his sides as he observes you, like a cat. lazy and mildly interested. nothing like the carefree boy you grew up with.

his lips twitch on one side and you point a finger at him like you're accusing. "you don't know what you're talking about. that's such a fucked up thing to say to me after what I've been through- why would you-"

"hey" he throws his hands up in a nonchalant manner "im not the one humping someone's thigh over having phone sex with a sociopath"

your eyes burn. "fuck you"

something in his own eyes sparks, and then darkens again. you feel something like fear trickle through you, along with a zap of electricity you don't wanna think about. "You've been fucking me for the past 10 years, ___. You saying you want more now?"

your eyebrows pinch together, knowing he means the way you've been dancing out of his reach since you've known eachother. "that's not fair, denki" you shake your head.

he sighs like he's bored and looks up at the starry sky. his hands in his pockets as his jaw ticks. when he looks back at you, all the warmth is gone. his eyes almost look black. his voice, when he speaks, is devoid of emotion. "what's not fair is being in love with a girl for a decade and only having her really see me when she's afraid her throat is gonna be slit. thinking when the time comes you'll hide behind me, is that it? cause you know I'll protect you."

he tilts his head and his smile is so very cold and mean "though knowing what i know now, you're more likely to fuck ghostface over my dead body, huh? that's pretty fucked up"

you're stumbling back so hard you almost trip and fall in the sand. one of your friends, drunk and out of it calls out to you and you smile shakily, say you're just going inside to get a refill. you want more drinks. you'll be back.

you look back at denki before you go, he approaches you calmly and gently takes the candy necklace from around his neck. you stand stock still as he places it over your head, his fingers caress your neck briefly as he does. "to keep you safe. the killer always gets the girl when she wanders off." he tells you mockingly. "you looked like you wanted to eat it off me earlier, anyway"

you sneer at him, feeling something vicious stir in your gut. "you're right about one thing, denki" you place your palm on his chest and push him back a step. "I'll never want you"

"because your heart belongs to someone else?" he calls after you, and you know who he's referring too. you think you hear him laugh when you flip him off as you stomp away.

and now here you are. sighing into your hands as you think about what the fuck you're doing.

denki looks in the mirror. there's blood on his lip. he really didn't wanna kill tonight, but hitoshi had asked too many questions when denki had tried to slink off earlier.

it really was alot of work, but. fuck. it was worth it, just for tonight. having you seek him out as denki, having you get lost in the memory of all his dark promises as you ground against his thigh like some slut, it was euphoric.

but, in the end, he really was still mad at you. he'd had to resort to this to get you to look at him, after all. but he wouldn't kill you. couldn't.

tonight though, he thinks as he slips the mask back over his head, tonight he just might fuck you.

#ask #im in love w him alr #ghostface!denki #denki kaminari x reader #idk what tws to add so just mind the warnings #denki smut

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wwwcapricorncom · 3 years

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“I Want To Play A Game”

Second part to the Ghostface series | Apart of Kinktober 2021

Ghostface Series Pt. 1 is here (you don’t have to read them in order!)

Who is under the mask this time ;)?

REUPLOAD BC IT GOT FLAGGED UGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH FUCKKKKFJKJENKJRFNKJEB so run the likes and reblogs up again ???? T^T

Description: You didn’t think that flirting with Ghostface in a haunted House would leave you so... helpless.

➥➥ Included Kinks: Oral (F and M Receiving), fingering, unprotected sex, Slight darker themes such a power dynamics, restraints, slight blackmail ig if you squint, orgasm denial, face fucking, gagging, hair pulling, smacking, some exhibitionism, anal play, squirting. Use of the words- ‘daddy’, ‘brat’, ‘slut’. Characters are aged up. MINORS DNI.

wc: 5.4 k

You walk past the line of excited and partially tipsy college students to the side entrance that Jirou had told you would be on the north side of the building. You thought you were running late, but had received a text not too long ago from her, saying the opening of the haunted house was going to be pushed back an hour or so and to take your time. The problem was that you were already just about there when you had received the text so you figured you would still go inside to aid her and the others in setting up the room within the house.

You had figured you’d easily stumble upon the evil doctor themed room or that you’d see someone who, by your costume: a rather dark themed slutty nurse, would point you in the right direction. However, after aimlessly walking into the wrong rooms and not seeing anybody occupying them, you started to feel a bit lost. You remember her saying that you all would be on the first floor, so you are confused as to why you haven’t discovered them.

At this point, there is one room left and to the right of the door, on its wall, is a large glass mirror. You feel it is fitting of the theme so you fling the door open and see that it is dimly lit inside and only decorated with some light blood on the walls and a table in the center which seems to have restraints on it. The door closing startles you enough to make you yelp which alerts the other person in the room.

“Holy- holy shit I didn’t see you there-

You stop talking as the person turns around and you see who they are dressed up as, “oh Mr.Ghostface how original.”

“And what are you supposed to be?” The person inquires and you can hear the dull, unimpressed tone that laces his voice even though the voice changer.

You pout, walking up to him and doing a little twirl before his eyes, “c’mon Mr.Ghostface I’m a slutty nurse can’t you see or should I give you a better look?” You tease and you can hear him click his tongue in annoyance.

“You’re too eventful. It’s annoying enough that I have to participate in this haunted house. I can’t handle you too-

“You don’t mean that, do you? I’m sure you were just sitting around here bored, why wouldn’t you want to have some fun. Matter of fact, I have some time to spare too!” You giggle actually very amused by the person under the mask. You loved the game of not getting enough attention from someone acting high and mighty just for them to succumb to you eventually. You were also eager to see who you were going to be able to sink your claws into, what unsuspected boytoy laid under that mask.

“It was quiet when you weren’t here though.” He states as he crosses his arms over his very defined chest. He is only wearing a black t-shirt so you can see the definitions of his upper body not to mention the muscles of his strong arms. Black ripped jeans adorn his long legs as you calculate he must be about 6 feet or so. All contributing to your throbbing cunt at this point.

You feign ignorance, “quiet and boring.” You say as you cross your arms too.

He sighs as he starts tapping his foot on the floor, “what do you want from me?”

A wicked smile forms on your face as you say, “duh to play a game!” All the while meaning much more provocative activities. If he didn’t have a mask on then you would have seen how he rolled his eyes, but bit his lip at the naughtier idea that, too, popped up in his mind. Maybe this could be fun, he starts to think, after all he has always had his eyes on you. A lot more than he’d like to admit and low and behold you come strutting into his room, just asking to be put into your place.

“What did you have in mind?”

“Hello you’re the one who is Ghostface, you should know.”

“Hmhm… I see... What's your favorite scary movie, Miss nurse?” He asks and you just about die hearing the condensing tone in his voice. You lick your lips, as you look up at him about to spew an answer.

“The one where the man dressed as Ghostface fucks the little helpless nurse.”

Now, knowing that you two are in sync in your desires, the man decides it’s really time to have fun, “I’ve never heard of it.” He smirks and you pout, rolling your eyes and backing away from him which makes him chuckle.

You start to pay attention to the decorations in the room a bit more in detail as you scheme something up to provoke the man, “you’re a bit mean huh?” You mutter finally nearing the table in the center of the room.

Your eyebrows knit together as you try to figure out how one would be restrained to it before it finally comes together. A small hum comes out of your mouth as you lean forward so that you’re bent over on the table. Breasts press against the wooden top as you place your hands through the little metal clasps.

“Is this how your dirty little contraption works?” You laugh as you shake your ass a bit, but halt quickly as you feel his presence behind you. So suddenly.

He’s clasping the constraints in a flash, so that your wrists are bound to the table while, rasping a “no” as he fixes you just how he wants. You’re shocked at this, not understanding how he switched from being so uninterested to alert. You start stuttering, “h-hey what are-are you doing?!”

He’s only humming at this, bending down to catch your ankle and clasp it to one leg of the table before doing the same to the other. By the end of it, you’re effectively confined to the table with legs spread apart, “this is how it works”.

Your heart is hammering against your chest as he runs a finger up the back of your thigh, admiring his work before reaching the frilly skirt that very poorly covers your ass. He wastes no time in flicking it upwards to expose your cute red panties, licking his lips as he notices the darkening wet spot on them. How cute.

“Ah, you’re a lot quieter now I thought you wanted to make a movie?” He coos and all you can do is stutter, completely flustered by the change in dynamics. How did he get the upper hand? You think, skin breaking out in goosebumps as he continues to trail his finger over your flesh.

A harsh slap lands on your ass and you just know the skin is reddening and rising as you let out a cute pained, moan. “Answer me, do you want to continue?”

You whimper attempting to shake your ass for him as you nod your head which lies on the table, “this is nothing I can’t handle.” He shakes his head and lands another slap to your ass loving how it bounces and bruises so easily under his touch.

“What a modest nurse, good then, I'll enjoy seeing just how far you can go.”

Something about that makes your stomach bloom in hot anticipation as he pulls down your red panties, a rush of cold air hitting your cunt and making you squirm. You can hear the floorboards creak under the pressure of his dirty converse shoes as he squats down behind you, using one of his fingers to spread your pussy lip.

“Fuck.” You whisper, loving how exposed you are to him, knowing that some stranger is watching your pussy hole clench and unclench with the want of something as it grows wetter.

He whistles lowly at this, impressed by “how much of a dirty little slut you are.” He then runs two fingers up your pussy and it makes you quiver a bit which he enjoys, watching those sweet plush thighs and full asscheeks jiggle in his face. Gosh he’s going to wreck you just right he thinks.

He stands up abruptly and bends over you so that his chest is against your back before weaving his middle finger through your soaked folds, “this is pretty sinful of you baby”. He states as he increases the speed of his finger, finally allowing it to rub against your clit.

“Don’t care, don't care I-I just want them inside.” You state wagging your ass from side to side in hopes that he would listen.

“I'm going to make a brat like you understand how to act in the presence of a real dom.” He growls as he pulls his finger away from your cunt to slap it roughly and you gasp loudly, jolting forward some.

You begin to protest again, “but- but I want it already. Stop teasing me!” He only chuckles, his eager bulge under his jeans beginning to press against your folds. The friction makes you optimistic as you both begin to grind into each other. His coarse hands grabbing your hips to further the rolling of his hips even thrusting into you which creates a soft omph noise.

“Now the games really start…” He mumbles and suddenly he’s swirling two fingers around your clit, “If you listen to me, then you’ll get to cum very hard tonight. If you don’t listen then you’ll be very disappointed. Understand?”

You nod your head slowly while starting to indulge in his ministrations which causes him to grunt before yanking your head up by your hair. Your eyes fly open because in the same instance of his pulling, he’s plugging those two fingers into your pussy hole.

“Use your fucking words when I’m talking to you.”

You choke on a moan, “ye-essss yess! I understand!”

“Good girl.” He replies loosening his hold on your hair as he starts to rake his fingers through it, massaging your scalp where you’d have an undeniable ache because of his yanking. You couldn’t help but feel oddly warm and turned on by his approval, succumbing to his actions.

He is good at multitasking in this way as he gently massages your scalp, but starts to completely piston his middle and ring finger into your pussy, “fu-uck yes yes!” You groan bouncing back into his fingers now wanting to push them further in, wanting them to touch your g spot.

He would have scolded you for acting without his permission, but the way your ass bounces on his fingers is something he is starting to relish, watching the flesh ripple upon every impact with his hand. The masked man finds himself wanting to see more, so he starts to twist his finger around in your pussy, knocking into your sweet spot and making you cry out.

“You’re leaking so nicely right now.” He purrs, “your fingers are so l-long!” You state as he starts to curl into your g spot, abusing it repeatedly as if he was smashing a button over and over again. Your slick is running down his palm and wrist as you start to fall victim to his fingers.

He picks up on this like a pro, “are you about to cum sweetheart?'' he asks, getting close to your ear. The weight of him against your back again, his warmth, just heightens the orgasm that was approaching.

“Yes, ‘m gonna cum! Gonna cum!”

He snickers at this as he pumps faster, only uttering one word at that moment: “Don’t.” You, through the fog of it all, try to turn your head to look at him, eyebrows knitting together in confusion and strain, “w-why, what do you-

“I’m not going to let you.” He cuts off your rambling as he pulls his fingers out of you, making your legs shake as your orgasm trickles away, so close to having bubbled over. Your lip quivers and he’s snickering all over again, “I’m just training you baby. You waltzed in here like such a fucking brat it would be a shame if I didn’t correct you!”

As you’re trying to find the right words to articulate how angry you are, he squats down before your pussy again. Your anger starts to dissolve as the hairs on your body stand to attention because you can feel his breath on you. That means his mask has to be slightly elevated if not completely off. Just as you're about to try and turn your head to get a better angle he’s smacking your thigh, “keep your eyes ahead or else.”

Biting your lip, you decide to obey and he's quickly pressing his lips to your pussy which has your back arching. A long “oooo” leaves your lips as he begins to make out with your pussy, his own soft lips moving as if he were making out with an actual mouth. He gulps a few times before sucking and slurping again, suckling your folds into his mouth and between his lips where he pulls at them slightly. “-taste amazing”, he speaks into your folds.

If you weren’t restrained right now then your hand would be on his head right now, stuffing him as far as he could go, not caring about if he could breathe because he was damn good at this. When he pulls back again he spits on your clenching hole which makes you moan, the feeling of his hot glob of spit strategically landing right on your entrance before he starts spreading it around with his fingers was making drops of sweat form on your skin.

He slips them back in again before warning you, “don’t cum.” His voice was low and raspy and it was oh so familiar. If you weren’t being such a slut in lust right now you’d surely be able to identify him, but any intelligence is lost when he starts to pump his fingers into your tiny hole while sucking on your clit. He’s growling and moaning in harmony with the squelching of your obnoxiously soaked pussy.

“How a-am I not supposed to cum?” You shriek as he starts to get harsher and sloppier with his movements, pumping into your g spot ever so deliciously while shaking his head from side to side in your cunt. You’re reaching your peak when he starts lapping at you with a hot, flat tongue feeling the coil in your stomach about to snap.

“I can't, I'm going to- cum!” You yell and as soon as this leaves your mouth, he leaves you. The frustration makes you ball your hands into fists.

“This shit isn’t fair!” You shout and he tsks pulling your hair swiftly again, “that fucking mouth of yours is such a problem.” He harshly let’s you go before making his way to the front edge of the table, walking up to it so that his struggling, defined bulge is in your face. You flick your eyes back and forth between it and his masked face.

“I’d be impressed if you can handle this. In fact it might even warrant a reward.” He states as he pulls his shirt up, holding it under his chin as he unbuttons and unzips his pants. You ponder disobeying, but you weren’t in a position to act much bratty plus you were more than ready to cum and if that meant seeing this through a bit more then fine.

He’s yanking down his underwear and jeans slightly, allowing his big cock to slap against his stomach and your face. You can see that the pretty, pink tip has already started leaking with precum and you’re quick to swipe at it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck- very good girl.” He groans as he thrusts slightly forward, making his cock slide into your mouth before he hesitates then pulls entirely back out.

“Look, um the safe word is Halloween okay?” He’s serious too not having any intentions on letting whatever the fuck this is get out of hand and you slightly swoon, “thank you”.

He hums at this, realizing you’re very cute in any context as you open your mouth and stick your tongue out as a signal to continue. He grabs his throbbing cock and pushes it into your mouth, but doesn’t stop until he’s bottomed out. Your nose presses cutely to his pubic bone as you gag, legs shaking as he moves to retract only half way, watching as you inhale sharply. Your eyes are glassy already and they squeeze shut when he thrusts back inside.

You’re moaning and trying to swirl your tongue and suck him as he starts to find a pace to quite literally fuck your face to. He’s tightly cupping your face with both hands as he starts to rhythmically snap his hips forward. You only have a few seconds in between to breathe and your throat is beginning to raw, but you like the way he is using your mouth like his own plaything. It turns you on and has you getting slicker by the second.

At one point, he bottoms out in your throat and puts his hands on the back of your head, keeping you there for as long as you can hold before he starts to feel you pulling back. He frees you, completely pulling out of your mouth where you can’t help but sputter, saliva dripping from your mouth and his cock.

“Puker those sexy fucking lips up for daddy.”

And you do, sniffling a bit to collect yourself before puckering your redden lips, he groans before taking his wet cock in hand. He pumps into his fist a couple of times as you watch in awe before slapping it against your lips. He smears your saliva and his precum everywhere- on your lips, cheeks and nose.

When he starts fucking your mouth again, he’s moaning subtly as he picks up the speed feeling his own release nearing.

“You’re talking daddies cock so well, fuck yes you are.” He mumbles bending over you to start to toy with your pussy again. To show him you like it, you start bobbing your head faster to his thrusts as he starts to insert his fingers inside you.

As soon as you feel them fully slot inside, you’re moaning contently around his dick, the vibrations making the man’s toes curl as he starts to fuck into your mouth harsher. You’re a gagging, moaning mess working on pleasing him while also focusing on how he’s attacking your sweet spot again. You didn’t need much now, no, you’d cum without even giving him a warning. It’s your plan. He will be too distracted.

Your legs start to shake so harshly, your mouth producing more saliva as you literally drool at how hard you can feel your orgasm coming. Your eyes are rolling to the back of your head as you almost go slack about to be overcome by pleasure when he does it again.

Completely pulls away from you. Ruining yet another orgasm.

A sob so harsh rips through your gut as tears fall from your eyes, “awwwww” he coos while grabbing your face in his large hands to make you look up at him.

“Now this. This is a broken brat. You look beautiful like this.” He is fake pouting under the mask.

“P-please daddy I’m - I’m ready to not be a brat. I’ll do whatever you want. I’m sorry. Just please please let me cum!” You throw out everything you think he wants to hear and then some and he’s utterly satisfied, bending down and resting the side of his face against the wood table, mimicking yours. Neat black painted nails reach out and wipe away the fresh tears that have fallen from your teary eyes “hush hush baby, no need to get all worked up especially after how good you just took this cock down your throat. Daddies going to keep his promise.”

You sniffle a bit at this, moving into his touch unsure on if he is telling the truth or not. He can sense your weariness as he stands up and walks around the table so that he is finally against you again. He wastes no time in gripping his member in his hand and rubbing the tip against your folds, “You believe daddy right?”

If possible, you arch into the table even more ass sticking out as a jolt of pleasure rips through your body at the micro action, “I b-believe you!”

He’s smirking at this as he pushes the bulbous tip in your needy hole, making you cry out while spit pools in the corners of your mouth and escapes down your chin as he pushes further inside. As soon as his hips smack against your ass and he is fully plunged within your thirsty walls your vision is spotting. You cum hard, ignoring how he struggles to hold back a moan of surprise as you shake violently.

“Did you… did you just cum?” He asks truthfully dumbfounded by this and you're apologizing profusely.

“I-I - I’m so sorry daddy please I couldn’t help it, just feels so good- please don't stop please please-

He’s cupping your throat now as his other hand bunches the fabric of your skirt to aid him in his upcoming onslaught, “shh sh sh...such a sexy slut for that. You go ahead and indulge in this cock. I want you to remember everything, how every fucking vein feels.” He states as he begins to snap his hips into you slowly, knocking the air out of your lungs as he holds you up by your throat.

Each thrust is calculated, rubbing every crevice as you start to moan unceremoniously. Whoever the fuck this is, is teaching you a new meaning of sex and he knows it as he starts to choke you harder.

“Agh, agh fuck I love this, I want you to use me alll the time.” You whisper, nails digging into the wooden table in attempts to not pull against the restraints. He’s adding more force behind his thrusts now, slowly retracting only to plunge back in with teeth chattering force as you grow dizzy. Just when you feel your vision closing in and your face growing red from lack of blood flow, he releases your throat.

He’s next to your ear in an instant, kissing it softly, “your pussy feels amazing,” he raspily states before trailing his tongue from your ear down to the middle side of your neck. He places a wet open mouth kiss against your flesh before sucking it between his teeth, lightly biting and sucking to nurse a bruise into the soft skin.

“Attention Haunted House workers, the test run will begin now. Please be ready to run your exhibition.” A loud voice sounds throughout the building, making your fluttery eyes snap open.

“What's that?” You try to sound concerned, but it comes out breathy and light as he continues his attack on your neck.

He does not stop his actions, snapping his hips into you more roughly while talking against your skin, “a test run”, is all he says before he’s cupping the underside of your chin to make you look up at the wall before you. It is the one decorated with the mirror, “that’s a double sided mirror, we can see out but they can't see in.. unless I press a button to start the exhibition.”

You feel your legs wobble as the sound of voices start to fill the hallway, “should I turn it on so everybody can see how much of a nasty girl you are?” You try to formulate sentences, getting more aroused and embarrassed by his lewd idea, as you shake your head profusely.

“Why not, you're enjoying yourself so much. You're literally strangling my cock right now.” He taunts as he begins to rub your clit, “I'm going to let everybody see.”

“No daddy don’t please!” You plead just as people walk in front of the glass, “did you hear something?” They say as they get closer to the mirror, tapping it slightly just as he rams his fat cockhead into your g-spot.

Your eyes cross and he covers your mouth just as you’re about to scream out, “if you don’t cum quietly for daddy then I’m going to let them see me fuck you stupid”. He murmurs, lips pressing against your ear and you nod rapidly. He lets go of your mouth and continues to rub at your clit while fucking into your gspot. Your jaw drops as you try to not make a sound, a part of you not caring if someone sees how blessed you are right now, watching the people peer at the glass awaiting some horror spectacle. It’s only then that you really try to focus your eyes on the people behind the mirror. Your body heats up even more as you watch your group of friends, the entirety of the male Bakusquad, tap on the class.

“Do your friends know that you're such a slut, hm? It's crazy that they have no clue a slut like you is spearing herself so desperately on a cock just on the other side of that glass. I bet you want to make a fucking noise. To get caught all stuffed stupid and bound.” He states through clenched teeth as he rapidly flicks your clit with his fingers, making you cum on his cock for the second time that night. Mouth agape and eyes in the back of your head, you can’t even manage a squeak through how hard you’re cumming, you feel his pumping slow as your upper body goes slack on the table.

Your breaths are shallow as you lay, cheek smashed on the table, dizzily watching your group of friends retreat down the hall. “I swear, guys, that was supposed to be Hitoshi’s room!” Denki tries to explain to the group as they walk further down the hall and your pussy twitches even harder if possible around the length as your eyes widen.

“Oh no… I've been exposed. Not that that slutty little pussy of yours cares.” He deadpans with a cool and collected cockiness. You can hear the mask plop to the floor as he rubs your thighs, trying to do anything to turn that dumb little brain of yours back on.

You on the other hand are trying to muster up the courage to look him in the face, you two weren't particularly close, but had a couple of classes together. He was just the hot, quiet guy that tagged along with your group sometimes… not anything like this. As you throw a glance over your shoulder to take him in his fingers stumble upon something that is tucked into the front side of your skirt and takes it out, out of curiosity. A smirk spreads on his face as he sees a thermometer and stethoscope, he looks at you, surprised that you are able to even look at him and decides you can handle some more. After all he still does owe you one more orgasm right?

“Is the nurse feeling a bit under the weather? You look like you've gone through a lot. Mind if I.. take your temperature?” You're barely paying attention, tongue tied by how fucking hot he looks right now. Purple locks disheveled every which way as low, bag rimmed eyes bore into yours. You gulp, preparing to talk, to say anything when he plops the thermometer in your mouth which surprises you. “What are you-

He’s hushing you and making sure you keep your mouth closed until the item beeps and he takes it out, “only 98.1, that can't be accurate, right Miss Nurse? Good thing I know of a more accurate place I can stick this...”

Your ears perk up at this as you go to stand upright, only to remember that of course you’re still fucking bound. He chuckles as he spits on his fingers, lathering up his index finger before he starts to softly rub your asshole.

“H-hey you c-can’t I’m too sensitive!” You try to protest, “it's hard to tell if you're serious with how much your pretty little asshole is puckering.” Your cheeks burn red at this and you feel him place the cold metal tip of the thermometer at your asshole. He pushes it inside swiftly which makes you moan loudly before he stuffs his still erect cock back in your pussy.

“AGH UH I-I CAN’T!” You squeal as he pushes the thermometer further in your ass while bottoming out inside of you. Your cunt is squelching and drooling all over him as he gives you a few shallow thrusts while toying with the device, testing it out by pulling it out a bit before shoving it deeper into your tight hole.

Your uneven panting and moaning is enough indicator for him as he starts to fuck you barbarically now, anybody who walks past will surely hear, as the device beeps again. “It- fuck- says 101.2. Fuck baby y-you’re burning up inside. Because I’m fucking you so good, huh?” He is in awe at how aroused you are, how much wetter you have grown not to mention how your walls quiver around his cock while hugging it so snuggly. It’s affecting him almost to a lethal degree, but you’re no better. You’d like to say that you weren’t enjoying this all the more now that you know who is treating you so well, but that would be untruthful. He starts to push the device further inside, never slowing his thrusts- too mesmerized- and you begin to babble with a sense of urgency.

“If- if you, shit shit, keep pushing it deeper then you’ll-

Before you can finish the thermometer presses against your g spot in the same instant that his cock is kissing it so sweetly. The combination rips a scream from your lungs as your body basically heaves, shooting a stream of cum all over the floor and the man's shoes.

The force of your gushing, pushes his cock out just in time as he paints the floor and your ass with his sticky thick cum, watching as you shake so violently “holy fucking shit, holy fucking shit”. His voice strains and shakes as he continues to pump his cock not thinking he could produce so much ejuculation, every spurt providing immense pleasure.

By the time he is done, you're laying there dumbly, breath hitching erratically as you try and bring yourself back. His cock is screaming with sensitivity as he wipes it clean and fixes himself, panting as well. He's quick to grab some supplies that he was planning on using for the haunted house to clean you up, gently wiping your lower regions before fixing your clothes. Then he's unclasping your restraints and sitting you on the table as you both collect yourself quietly.

Just as he’s about to speak, there are knocks on the door and he throws one look at you, silently asking if it’s okay to open to which you nod, pulling out your phone and ignoring the millions of messages you have. You’re fixing your makeup when Denki comes inside talking about how he knew this was Hitoshi’s and Neito’s room and asking where he was. He started explaining how Neito was running late when Denki finally saw you.

“Hey y/n I think the girls were looking for you what happened? I didn’t know you and Hitoshi were acquainted!”

The tall man only softly chuckles at this in response as Denki continues, “watch out man this one is fierce!”

He looks at you, allowing a relaxed, almost lazy even, smirk to spread across his face while his eyes flick up and down your body. You can't help but press your legs together, you can practically feel him inside you all over again and you almost want to mewl in response to his look.

“I don’t think I have much to worry about right, y/n?”

Nobody would have guessed that that was the night Hitoshi became such a good daddy to you.

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kira-nii · 5 years

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So, while I was looking for stuff to crossover with MHA, I realized something: season 4 comes out on the same month as Halloween and mah birthday (and yes, I just now realized this), so I figured I'd do some horror crossovers, and no, it's never too early for horror.

P.S. I've included a quote from one of each of the killers' personal perks, in case u guys wanna know who's cosplaying who.

My Hero Academia x Dead by Daylight

"Catch meat. Sacrifice meat. Appease the Entity." ~ The Voices

"You have no idea what I have planned for you. It'll be in the news for weeks. I'll make sure of it."

~ The Ghost Face

"Smartasses get killed. We always see to that."

~ The Legion

"Pebbles shimmering in the moonlight; my life drips down in a trail so easy to follow."

"At some point, the excitement of hooking one of us becomes more important than the desire to kill us."

"Still attached to the fragments of her old life, she is drawn to those in need of help."

"Her home became profane."

"I just can't take no pleasure in killing. There's just some things you gotta do. Don't mean you have to like it."

~ Dreyton Sawyer

"It's time for your treatment!"

- Herman Carter, The Doctor

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kingkatsuki · 2 years

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I am here to tell you a story, a story that will torture your thoughts by day and poison your dreams by night.

Welcome to my Kinktober 2022! As always days are subject to change, and each post will have it’s own individual warnings. Posts could be anything from thirsts to full fics, depending on how inspiration strikes.

Blue Lock posts will be posted on my bllk blog @kingkunigami

Day 1 | CNC - Bakugou Katsuki & Kirishima Eijirou Day 2 | Fisting - Shindou Yo Day 3 | Hybristophilia - Kirishima Eijirou Day 4 | Blackmail - Bakugou Katsuki & Todoroki Enji Day 5 | Kleptolagnia - Hawks/Takami Keigo Day 6 | Guided Sex - Shindou Yo, Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou, Kaminari Denki Day 7 | Rimming - Bakugou Katsuki Day 8 | Squirting - Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Day 9 | Lactation - Bakugou Katsuki Day 10 | Robots - Bakugou Katsuki (For @/strawberry-nugget‘s Perfect Girl collab) Day 11 | Somnophilia - Kirishima Eijirou Day 12 | Mutual Masturbation - Kunigami Rensuke Day 13 | Costumes - ghostface!Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku Day 14 | Toys/Gaping - Fatgum/Toyomitsu Taishiro Day 15 | Blood - viking!Bakugou Katsuki (Part One) Day 16 | Pictophilia - Kirishima Eijirou Day 17 | Anal - Shindou Yo Day 18 | Corruption - Kunigami Rensuke & Jingo Raichi (For @/prettyboykatsuki‘s Corruption collab) Day 19 | Omorashi - Jingo Raichi Day 20 | Dacryphilia - Barou Shoei Day 21 | Gloryholes - Bakugou Katsuki Day 22 | Dry Humping - Tokoyami Fumikage Day 23 | Mixophilia/Webcams - Tokoyami Fumikage & Kuroiro Shihai Day 24 | Size Kink - fairy!Bakugou Katsuki Day 25 | Blood - viking!Bakugou Katsuki (Part Two) Day 26 | Pegging - Eddie Munson Day 27 | Primal - Kirishima Eijirou Day 28 | Feet - Bakugou Katsuki Day 29 | Frotteurism - Raichi Jingo Day 30 | Blood - viking!Bakugou Katsuki (Part Three) Day 31 | Spectrophilia - ghost!Bakugou Katsuki (For Bump in the Night collab)

#kinktober 2022 #bakugou x reader #Kirishima x reader #Bnha x reader #blue lock x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #blue lock smut #I already wanna change this list but here we go😂#flashing lights

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katsukikitten · 3 years

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But this is life. This isn't a movie.

Sure it is. Life's all one great big movie. Only you can't pick your genre.

Warnings: Spit, double pen, we're gonna say non con for fucking sure. Spitting, lots of blood here y'all and knife play. Also branding and slapping. If you can't tell this fic is heavily inspired by Scream my all time favorite fucking slasher film

Ghostface Bakugou is here and he's filthy

"Denks, I just think a huge Halloween bash on Halloween is so lame." You place your hand on your hip as your best friend preps the Airbnb he rented for the 'party of the century'.

"Is it because you don't have a date?" He laughs, looking you up and down, "Or is it because you don't have a good costume?"

You roll your eyes, gripping at the opening of your jean jacket that sits over top of a light lavender shirt.

"Hey, I'm dressed as one of the few people who actually survived the horror movie!" You huff, eyes roving over the kegs and handles he preps for tonight.

"And I'm Dracula! The movies are about me!" He points to his fangs you helped him glue on this morning. He begged you to stay the whole three nights he rented this place. He said it wasn't because he was scared or anything but you knew the truth. He was scared. The large home felt like a manor, tucked away a few miles into the woods and a few miles from the nearest neighbor.

It definitely looked like something out of a horror movie making it the perfect setting for the party that started in an hour or two. But thankfully it wasn't more than a ten minute drive outside of town. Which would make beer run and the pizza delivery easier.

"Yea, maybe in the 80s vampires were scary. Now they're sexy. You should have gone as…"

"Don't!" Denki shouts, giving you a glare. You smile wickedly.

"Oh, Twilight won't be on the big screen tonight?" He rolls his eyes.

"No, only the classics!" He says pointing to the pile of DVDs that sat on the counter.

"And you brought Scream?"

"Ugh, Keep your panties on, Sidney. Billy will be here tonight." He teases, calling you by the name of the character you're paying homage to.

"You think Bakugou will come dressed up as Ghost face?" You bite your lower lip, thinking of your crush.

"Dude I'm sure more than just Bakugou will dress up as Ghost face, between that and Michael Myers, those are a dime a dozen." Denki turns the tap clockwise on the keg, the ice the keg is sitting in crunches from his movements. His golden eyes flicker up to you and your blush.

"What are you 15 again? Aren't y'all dating?"

"Sadly I'm still very much 25." You sigh, fingering your jacket that you've bloodied, catching your reflection in the kitchen window, wondering if the fake blood in your hair was too much, "I think we are, yea?"

"Think?" He says dumping more ice into a large five gallon bucket, then he double fists two handles of vodka to pour in. You come closer, taking one of the many fruit punch juice containers to dump into the tub.

"Yea? I mean we had sex a few times. He calls me his Princess." You feel your face flush.

"Gag me." Denki mutters before teasing, "But you aren't a virgin. There are certain rules you must abide by in order to successfully survive a horror movie!"

"Don't quote my favorite movie to me or I'll leave you here all alone!" You threaten and he stares at you, his eyes narrowing and just as he's about to say his big comeback a loud bang echoes in the kitchen causing both of you to jump closer to one another. After you settle your panicked heart you gingerly step towards the window overlooking the back patio.

"Careful." Denki says softly and you wave him off. Standing on tiptoes to peer over the window sill to see if anyone is crouching down. Instead you see a small black bird, stunned as it ruffles its feathers.

Thank Kami it hadn't broken it's neck.

"Just a bird." You confirm and Denki breathes out a huge sigh of relief until he jumps from his skin again as the old phone in the house lets out a shrill ring.

Another curious glance between the two of you before you walk towards the living room.

"Probably a crank caller." You comment and Denki swallows.

"Could be Dad. I gave him the number in case he couldn't get in touch with our cells." He pats down himself for his phone now. While you try to swallow down the unease in your throat. Denki always talked about his Dad being yours too, especially since the Kaminaris adopted you when you were a teenager, the tragic backstory you carried didn't help matters. Having an unyielding thirst for all things macabre in order to cope with the untimely, and horrific, death of your parents seemed the opposite of healthy. But you thought if you watched enough of the slasher films you could have ended their story a little differently.

But you didn't and you can't. Here's to hoping you can at least change the ending to your own horror film.

"Hello?" You just catch the call on the last ring, there's silence before a voice comes to life on the other end.

"Hello." It's a man's voice and not Dad's. It's a bit familiar and comes off as sinful velvet. You bite the inside of your cheek, straightening the old phone cord to keep your hands busy.

"I think you have the wrong number." You say flatly, trying to cut this off short.

"Ah, do I? This isn't…" He rattles off a number as you scrunch up your face.

"Couldn't tell ya bud but probably not. Bye now." You hang up, turning on your heel to go back to helping Denki.

RIIIIIIING

The phone screams and you roll your eyes, you knew exactly what was happening. A dumb teenager having just watched the movie Scream was trying the prank call on for size.

"Do you like scary movies?" You beat the caller at their own game, hoping to have stunned him enough to hang up and give up for the night.

Or at least give up on this number.

"Hey," He tuts, his voice dangerously flirty, "That's my line."

"Is it?" You turn around with phone in hand to stare out the french doors to the side patio, the sky streaks in orangey blacks, fitting for the night, "Didn't know we were in a cheesy slasher film."

The man laughs and it's an oddly satisfying sound, the familiarity of it all causes your stomach to twist in knots.

Of excitement or dread, you couldn't be sure.

"Yea, you could say we are. You look pretty ya know." His voice is sanguine, sugared with promise of a good fuck. You scoff but you can't help the flicker of your eyes as you try to see anything in the dark silhouette of the trees.

"Oh yea? I think you mean sound pretty." You flash your tits before adjusting your almost cropped lavender top, trying to prove you weren't scared, even if by some chance some asshole was watching.

But who you were proving it to, you couldn't say. Probably trying to prove it to your own racing heart more than anything else.

"What'd I just do?" He's quiet for a second, as if debating his next move before he ignores the question. Giving you a sense of security, if he could really see into the brightly lit house, surely he would have commented on your tits.

Most random men did even when they weren't exposed.

"What's your favorite scary movie?" He asks, steering the conversation back to the usual script of scream.

"Well, you've stolen some inspiration from it, that's all the hint, I'll give." Denki peeks his head in from the kitchen giving you a puzzled look. You shrug your shoulders before adding, "I gotta go, gotta prepare for this huge party."

If he was sketchy at least he knew you weren't going to be home alone all night. A lot of victims make that mistake.

"Oh yea? Am I invited?" He asks and you let out a surprised scoff, a smirk settling on your face after you tongue your cheek.

"As much as I'd love to see Ghostface in the flesh, this party is invite only." It's the callers turn to scoff back.

"Well maybe I'll just have to find someone with an invite…." He trails off, "Guess I'll see you soon."

This time you openly laugh, the arrogant flirty tone to his voice is maddening.

"Sure, see you then." You drop the receiver high enough that when it lands in the cradle it rattles the base.

"Who was that?" Denki asks, wiggling his eyebrows, "Was it Bakugooooouuu?"

He presses his hands together and flutters his eyelashes at you.

"You're an idiot." You shove Denki, "How would he even have this number? You only gave it to Dad right?

"Oh." Denki scratches the back of his head, "You're right."

"And you're a dumbass. Now let's get the snacks out before our guests string us up from the rafters."

As the sun dips deeper behind the horizon and the moon rises, so do the number of guests pulling into the prestigious drive. Sero, Denki's roommate, comes in first walking as if he were trudging through mud. You were sure it felt like it as he had on at least fifty layers of clothes.

"COULD I HAVE ANYMORE CLOTHES ON?!" Sero announces as Denki comes from the kitchen, his smile quickly fades as he realizes that Sero was copying Denki's favorite character from his favorite sitcom.

"Are those all mine?!" He yells and Sero turns, slowly so Denki can see.

"Yea. Even your underwear." He smiles devilishly and you laugh aloud.

"That's a gamble!" You remember having to share a room with him growing up. Your sanity held together by the simple fact that you had the top bunk, safely away from the clothes that lived on the floor.

"Yea it was a freaking gamble! Thankfully he never empties the dyer." Sero winks, before leaning in to give you a hug, "You doing okay?"

He asks it softly and you squeeze tighter, it has been too long since you visited.

"Yea just super busy with this editing job."

"Well you can't work too much. You'll get sick." He squeezes your bicep gently before moving to get a drink.

"Hey guys!" Jiro announces as she comes in, holding up a rectangular box, "I brought extra beer!"

Her black lips form a sweet smile as she sashays inside with her black and white striped suit.

"Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice, Beetlejuice!" You chant and she throws you a beer in place of her summons.

Momo and Ochaco come in as a pair. Ochaco is wearing a gorgeous prom dress although she is drenched in 'blood' from head to toe while Momo wears a dirty potato sack dress and her long hair covers her face.

Throngs of people start to pile in over the next couple of hours, bodies sweating as the house music shakes the windows and pictures on the walls. You sit steadfast on the stairs with your eyes glued to the door. You nurse your seventh heavy headed drink before Denki comes up the steps, patting at you knee. Jiro stands by the banister at the bottom of the steps.

"Come on, you can't put the party on hold just cause he isn't here yet. Come down and dance." Denki holds out his hand, just as you're about to take it the front door opens, a large bulking Jason with bright red hair steps in.

"Kirishima!" Mina shouts rushing for him, he pulls up his mask, broad smile on his face dashing your hopes.

"I think I'm gonna…" You start to say that you'll turn in for the night before a dark figure slips in after Kirishima. A tall man in a black cloak with a white mask that's elongated into a screaming ghost's face steps over the threshold. Your heart beats tenfold as the tip of the knife pushes the mask back revealing first a set of plush hard set lips. Then quickly pushing back ash blonde hair showing his forehead. Dark garnet eyes search the room and when they find you he smiles. Denki turns back to you to wiggle his eyebrows before singing as he walks down the steps.

"K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

You don't have long to roll your eyes as Bakugou pushes through the sweating bodies with ease. Bumping shoulders with Denki.

"There's my girl." He says leaning up to kiss you. His tongue passes over your lips before you let him in, grabbing at his cloak as his mask falls to the ground.

"I texted you…" You say softly as he tuts.

"Lost my phone." He pulls away gently, the blade in his hand glinting in the hall light. You go to pull him in, uncaring of the prop in his hands.

"Careful. The knife is real, Princess." Bakugou teases, twisting the tip into your loose jacket, just enough for it to snag but not to hurt you. The potential danger sends a jolt straight to your cunt. You swallow thickly, trying not to let on just how fucking hot your boyfriend, not boyfriend, was dressed up as your favorite psychopath.

"Dressed as Sydney?" He asks cooly, "Guess we were on the same wavelength."

"Yea, guess so." Is all you can say. Only Bakugou could render you a giggling teenager. He leans in to kiss you again, he tastes of alcohol already but even if neither of you had a drop of liquor you'd both still be drunk.

He can't keep his hands off of you, gloved palms creeping up your shirt and when he doesn't find a bra he growls into your mouth.

"Upstairs. Now." You don't argue with his command as you rush up the stairs pulling his hand to guide him to your bedroom. He shoves your jacket from your shoulders before he pulls off his cloak and lets it fall on the hall floor. His mouth glued to yours as you back into the bedroom. He slams the door shut behind him before shoving you onto the bed.

"Fuck, kitten. You look so pretty for me, ya know?" He purrs as he lets his eyes roam over your body. They linger over your chest, nipples poking through the lavender top. He palms himself fully taking you in one last time before he jumps onto the bed. Crawling up your body as his still gloved hands grab at your clothed thighs. He wraps his lips around a stiff peak of your nipple, sucking at it through the fabric as the zipper of his black jeans gives the right amount of friction against your heat.

"Such pretty tits." He palms the other through your shirt, relishing your preening cries from his minimal effort.

Screams carry up the steps, barely heard over the music, they go ignored by both parties. Chalking it up to Halloween pranks. Bakugou continues to bite and suck at you, occasionally coming up to your lips while his hands explore your body. Clothes somehow still on as he dry humps your heat, growling with approval of your body causing you to moan.

Abruptly the music downstairs stops and the screaming grows louder, panicked even.

"Katsuki…" You sigh, eyes flickering to the door.

"Shhh, it's Halloween baby. They're probably watching a scary movie. " He chuckles, kissing up at your neck, palming your tits.

A blood curdling scream echoes up to the two of you followed by feet pounding up the steps. You clutch onto Bakugou, almost freezing as you try to remember where the hell you left your cell phone. Your blood runs cold when you realize it's somewhere downstairs. Desperate hands bang onto the door before it flies open. You and Bakugou jump from the bed. Katsuki pulls you behind him as you both watch Uraraka come through the door. Her bloodied face looks wet compared to the dried blood look she had when she arrived. Panicked as she rushes into the room desperately reaching out for Bakugou. Naturally, Katsuki grabs her wrist and then it all goes in slow motion. A large black mass with a ghost face mask appears at the threshold, knife raising as Bakugou tries to pull Uraraka back while pushing you away.

The knife punctures her back, she coughs up blood onto Bakugou's face, he turns to look at you over his shoulder. Glaring at you, silently begging you to find a way to escape as Uraraka slowly becomes dead weight. Her knees falling from under her as her eyes slowly dull.

A scream catches in your throat, this has to be a fucking prank right? Some bullshit idea Denki cooked up. But the blood looks...looks so real. The faint tang of it wafts over the room reassuring you that this was very much real while Ochaco pales. Bakugou drops Uraraka as kindly as he can before he barely dodges a swing of the dripping knife. The slasher flashes the sharp metal a few more times, strategically blocking the only sensible exit. You glance behind you to the window, rushing towards it as you fling it open pushing the screen out. As you place your foot on the heavily slanted roof, your eyes find Bakugou's. He's looking over his shoulder making sure you're getting away as his muscles strain from locking arms with the assailant.

"Fucking go!" He barks, shoving the mountainous man who rocks on his feet. Bakugou looks away to swing a hefty punch as you slide onto the roof. Converse slipping from the chilled tiles as your breath puffs up in smoke. Navigating your way as best you can, going to the opposite side of the house to the room Denki was staying in, the master. You knew full well Denki would not only have the window unlocked but wide open so he could better blow out the heedy smoke of his blunt. Too chicken to smoke on the porch last night.

Guess he had good enough reason to be scared.

You climb into the window as quietly as you can, placing your foot precariously on the edge of the low dresser. With your feet firmly planted on the ground you look around for a weapon, anything that could maybe make a difference in the fight. You go for the bedside lamp but it is a cheap, light stick with a bulb and lamp shade at the top. This would do nothing to the masked man if Bakugou was struggling to hold him back.

And where the fuck was your cell phone, any bodies fucking phones! The power flickers and you bite your lip to keep from whimpering. At least the land line would still work if the power went out.

Fuck, that's right the god damn land line!

You hear Bakugou cry out as the scuffle continues a few bedrooms down. Rushing towards the stairs you see a body wearing black and white striped clothes. The center stained a deep red as you slowly freeze up. Blood seeps into the hardwood floor as Jiro lies still. There was so much blood that the metallic taste coated your tongue even as you held your breath. With shaking fingers you place your digits beside her mouth and nose. Jumping back when you do not feel breath. Another pained cry comes from the bedroom urging you to move. Slipping down the stairs as you came onto the scene. There were bodies littering the living room floor like dropped flies. Frantically and selfishly you look for a head of electric blonde hair. When you find it you shut your eyes tightly.

You couldn't...you cannot go through this again. Breath catching in your throat, you force your eyes open, seeing Denki's chest rise and fall while he lies next to Sero. You can see slashes in the clothes but no blood on Sero. Maybe his costume saved him, as you gingerly touch him you notice the paleness of his face and the contrasting red at his slashed throat.

This time you openly whimper, fighting back the flashing scenes of your mother lying face down on the bathroom floor. The white tiles washed over in dark splashes of red. You have to force yourself through your ragged breath, you weren't fifteen anymore, you were twenty fucking five. You weren't weak now, you had been working out in order to prevent the past from repeating itself.

Still, Denki's unconscious body was hard to get a hold of, blood making him harder to grip. You could feel two stab wounds as you pulled him into a hiding spot so that you could come back from him later. Thankfully the wounds weren't too deep and you were sure most of the blood covering him was unfortunately a friend's. You shove him against the rough stone of the fireplace. Hiding him in the dark corner between the natural stone and the wall, almost childishly putting his top half under the curtain. Thank God he was skinny, you just hoped he wouldn't move. You pat down his pockets and his phone is missing. You look over your shoulder to the amass of options.

One of them was bound to have their phone on their person.

You just weren't sure you could stomach looting one of your friends. Your ears perk as you hear footsteps upstairs in the large house hearing them move from room to room before a loud thud is heard.

Heart stuttering as you pivot to snatch up the phone. Slipping in the blood on the floor and almost falling on top of Mina, whom you weren't sure was breathing. When you press the receiver to your ear there is no dial tone, just silence as if someone were on the other line in the house.

"I knew eventually you'd pick up." The voice sounds from the other side.

"Why the FUCK are you doing this?" You seeth, shaking from the effort of keeping the phone to your ear, "THIS ISN'T THE FUCKING MOVIES!"

"Sure it is. Life's one big great movie. Only you can't pick your genre." That velvety sound crackles through the old phone, quoting one of your favorite scenes.

"Stop fucking mocking me!" You slam the phone down, turn to look over the room, catching movement out of the corner of your eye. Standing in the middle of the steps was the large mass of black and the unfriendly ghost face. You aren't a deer in headlights for long, lunging away from him towards the dining room in hopes you could either find a weapon or slip through one of the many sets of french doors.

As soon as your feet move the masked man is bounding down the steps towards you. Hand outreached, his gloved hand snags your shirt but you send back a sharp donkey kick to his shins.

The man growls behind the mask as you slip, into the dining room, your back to the kitchen as you hear a crash and then a thump.

You wait a few moments, blood rushing in your ears as your eyes scan the table, the knives you had left out earlier for pumpkin carving as gone. Only the stencils and gourds remain.

Suddenly strong arms wrap around you, thrashing in their grip before a soft voice whispers in your ear.

"It's me."

"Bakugou! Bakugou!" You half, clutching onto him, you turn around to face him, "I thought you were fucking dead!'

" ' m alright, bit scuffed up. I hit him pretty hard. He should be out cold now, the bastard." He growls as your fingers grab roughly at his torn shirt and his body. You find no deep wounds, just a few slashes on his chest paired with a split lip and small bruise near his temple. Still you're frantically pressing shaking hands over him, finding new wounds here and there.

"You're okay. You're alright. He's gone now." He coos as he fights to calm you down. Stabilizing your anxious movements causes his phone to fall out of his pocket unlocked. It's on his recent outgoing calls, a number he doesn't have saved is his most recent. You stare down at the glowing glass. Heart dropping into your gut hard enough that pure heat rushes to your core and the soles of your feet. You hit him harshly in the ribs and he lets go with his hands up, garnet eyes looking deadly as you hold up his phone. Without a second thought you hit dial.

BRRRRING

BRRRRRINNNNNG

The old phone echoes through the mostly empty house causing you to scream out.

"IT WAS YOU!" He pretends to look confused.

"What?" You slap him across the face and he lunges for you, pressing you against the table in the dining room. The sharp corner bites into the small of your back.

"Don't play coy! You were the one who called earlier. You're the one who….who…" Your mind flashes to Sero, of how pale he looked and how large the pool of blood was getting in a matter of seconds. You fight impossibly against him and his strength.

"Why would you think it was me?!" He shouts, "I found my phone at the party."

"That's fucking convenient." You hiss, his grip tightens and you feel the bruises forming on your wrists.

"I was with you when the killer came in! We were practically fucking on the-" But he doesn't fully get the sentence out. Bakugou coughs and blood splatters on your face, he opens his mouth, teeth crimson as his knees grow weak.

"Run." Katsuki utters, falling to the ground only for a tall man dressed in that damn white mask costume looms within arms reach. The large man blocks the french doors and your only hope is to make it to the back patio through the kitchen. Your shoes squeak as make your way towards the door. Hoping to make it through the obnoxiously big kitchen before you're caught.

Once you got outside your best bet was to attempt to lose this guy in the woods to hopefully round back to the house to get keys. The visibility in that fucking mask had to be low.

Still the man is much taller and much faster than you. His long strides eat up twice the amount of floor as you before his arms are wrapped around you. Hoisting you from the ground as you scream, legs thrashing as you catch him in the thighs and shins over and over. The man hardly moves and makes no sound until you grab onto the mask, yanking it from his head. He howls out as you let the mask fall to the floor and with it a small chunk of bright red hair.

Still he holds you steadfast.

You swallow thickly as he turns you back towards the direction you came.

And there he is.

Bakugou, standing in his black jeans and stained white shirt. Blood dripped from his lips. Except he doesn't look angry or even surprised.

No, he looks delighted.

His lips curled up into a cruel smirk as he watched the gears turn in your head.

"Katsuki?" Your last attempt for him to right this wrong, "I thought...the blood…"

"Corn syrup and red dye. Same thing they use for pigs blood in Carrie." His smile stretches his face in a grotesque manner and you swallow deeply.

He steps closer and Kirishima let's you go, standing well within arms reach should you try to run. You back up into the counter as both men try to crowd you. Tears burning your eyes as Bakugou invades your space.

"Aw come on sweetheart. It was all in good fun. I just wanted to give you what you wanted." He puts a piece of hair behind your ear, "You wanted to meet Ghostface in the flesh, remember?"

With your hands behind your back you feel a small knife you had used to cut up fruits for the jungle juice. Quickly your hands wrap around the cool plastic handle.

"I- I didn't want this." You grit your teeth, voice cracking as you try to stop reliving tonight.

Reliving ten years ago.

"Don't be stupid. You wanted this. It's why I picked you." He leans in close for a kiss.

This was it. This was your do or die.

"You picked the wrong bitch!" You raise the knife to plunge into his throat, he's quick to move and the knife sinks into the meat of his chest just below his clavicle. Blazing eyes hold your glare before a deadly nasty smirk blooms on his face. He removes the knife, pressing you harder into the granite counter, stabbing you in the same spot as himself. Mirroring the wound you gave him, he presses his hard on into your thigh, kissing you with gnashing teeth. His tongue slips in, fighting with yours before he slowly starts to twist the knife causing you to moan into his mouth.

"I bet you love this shit don't you? Your boyfriend and his best friend showing up on Halloween night just for you. Taking out a witness here and there." Blood splatter on his face looks like delicate freckles as he holds eye contact.

"Bet that pussy is soaking for me." He growls, rutting against you for relief as he bites into your throat. Another gasp leaves your plump lips before he leans back.

"Fuck, you look so sexy covered in blood." He snarls, taking the knife out. He presses his hand over your wound before touching his own. He groans as he allows the blood to intermingle on his palm before he swipes his red hand over your face.

"It's like a blood pact now, Princess." He looks to Kirishima, "Come hold her tight."

Kirishima wraps his beefy arms around yours to pull them behind your back causing your tits to jut out. Bakugou smiles as he watches them jiggle, taking the knife and cutting up the front of the shirt to expose your nipples that pebble in the cool air. The soft fabric falls uselessly down your arms. You feel something hard press into your ass and you whimper.

"Isn't she so fucking sexy?" Bakugou speaks of you as if you weren't there. Kirishima swallows thickly behind you, his voice deep with need.

"Yea, her tits are perfect." He leans down to bite at your shoulder and the action makes you gasp.

"They are aren't they?" He smiles, stepping closer to bring the blade of the knife to your skin, poking the tip of it in as he watches your face contort the deeper he presses. When he sees blood he smiles, bringing the blade down into a straight, deep line on your stomach. You bite your lip, thrashing your legs but Bakugou continues on. Swiping the blade down into his original straight line and then starting at the line to swipe down diagonally.

You look down to see the upside down K as Bakugou and Kirishima chuckle.

"K for Katsuki." The ash blonde smiles, lovingly pressing against the initial.

"And K for Kirishima." The red head purrs behind you. Now you thrash harder before Bakugou grabs the sweet meat of your inner thigh.

"Stay still." He growls, spreading your feet apart as he brings the knife between your legs, cutting the thin material of your leggings starting at your ass and going toward your clit. He is careful not to knick your sex. He watches the string of your arousal sit glisten on the edge of the blade as he feels the heat radiates from your core. He palms himself, eyes fluttering before he holds your gaze.

"I knew you'd love this type of shit." He takes his fingers to separate your folds, when he feels how wet you are he groans loudly. Your cunt squeezes around nothing with desperate need. The cock pressed into your ass and the obvious approval coming from Bakugou had your body vibrating.

"I knew it from the moment I read your fictions on those forums." Your eyes widened with shock, no one knew about your fanfictions that you wrote. Not even your friends.

So how the hell did he?

He doesn't give you time to figure it out as his fingers dip into your cunt. Sucking him in as he shifts his weight, pulling his fingers back to your cunt. Harshly rubbing up and down your slit as your knees grow weak.

"Stop fighting it, Princess." He chuckles, "Cum."

On command you do, unable to fight back the moan as you rear your head back to rest against Kirishima's shoulder. You hold his ruby gaze as Bakugou pulls another two out of you with just his fingers. Your mouth forms an endless "O" as Bakugou moves your body to his will. You watch Kirishima suck his teeth loudly before he purses his lips, spitting into your open mouth. It hits the back of your throat, causing you to gag as you rut against Bakugou's fingers. Your head spins and you start to feel high.

"So dirty for us." Kirishima says softly, "Such a good girl."

"You wanna try her out first?" Bakugou asks Kirishima who eagerly nods. Bakugou wraps his arms around yours and your torso, pressing you to his chest.

"I've got her." Katsuki says, kissing your temple as Kirishima let's go of your arms. You can hear Bakugou's racing heart and barely smell that sweet burning sugar mixed with a hint of smoke. Subconsciously you breathe in deeply, always loving the way he smelled. Kirishima undoes his belt, letting his pants and boxers fall to the floor. He steps out of them and fists his fat cock, dragging pre down his length.

"You won't be a brat right? You'll be a good girl and let Eiji split you open with his fat cock." Katsuki asks almost tenderly as he presses his lips to your ear. You blink slowly, struggling to stand as your body starts to crash from both the back to back orgasms and your fading adrenaline, still your body betrays you and you nod.

"That's a good Princess." They praise in unison causing a jolt to go through your body. Kirishima prods your folds, teasing you as he rubs his tip up and down your slit. Enjoying the way you jump when it hits your clit. Finally he presses the tip to your tight, pulsing entrance, inching his way in before he's filled you to his hilt. He wraps his arms back around yours as he did before lifting you up to adjust your weight as you take his cock impossibly deeper.

"Oh" Is all you let out before he starts to gyrate his hips, building into a fast pace as his balls slap into your ass. The lewd sounds of your sopping cunt echo around the kitchen mixed in with Kirishima's grunts as Bakugou's burning gaze bores into your skin.

"Isn't her cunt the best?" Bakugou keens as he watches your pussy swallow up Kirishima's cock.

"Fuck. Yes.." Kirishima rasps, his harsh thrusts causing your tits to bounce. Your eyes start to roll into the back of your head, cunt squeezing his cock as it hits your g spot.

"Gonna cream his cock already?" Bakugou asks lowly, hand coming to your heat. Two rough digits swirl harshly against your puffy clit, "Lemme help ya. Cum for me, Princess."

"F-fuck." You cry, body shaking as your eyes roll into the back of your head, cunt throbbing as Bakugou's fingers continue to assault your clit while Kirishima groans behind you. His knees weak and grip on your arms that much tighter as you fist his shirt with numb fingers.

"Oi, no cumming yet, shitty hair." Bakugou barks, "We have to take care of our lady first."

As you shake with the feeling of another orgasm, Bakugou takes the knife and gently glides it along your skin, a bead of blood follows the blade. The sting of the cut paired with the throbbing need in your cunt pushes you over the edge. Tears cling to long lashes as you hold eye contact with Bakugou as another orgasm rips through your body.

"That's right, you love this, you filthy fucking slut." He slaps your clit with his fingers and it causes you to squeeze Kirishima so tight he stills. Panting as you feel his cock throbbing in your stretched walls, he's close and your cunt attempts to milk him. You wiggle your hips, wanting them both to continue causing Bakugou to smirk.

"Alright Kirishima, you should be lubed enough to slide it into her tight ass." Bakugou orders, pulling at his belt. Kirishima pulls out, leaving your cunt clenching over nothing before he presses his wet tip to your ass. Spitting down onto his cock for extra measure before he slowly inches in, careful not to tear you with his fat cock. The burning sensation causes you to squirm, Kirishima bites at you shoulder to keep from cumming.

"So tight." He whines, giving a few sloppy thrusts.

"Oi, suck it up. She deserves a good time, don't ya, Princess?" Bakugou runs a finger down the mock initial he carved into your stomach, "Don't you want us both to split you open?"

Your eyes flutter from Kirishima's movements and when you do not answer Bakugou becomes annoyed.

"Oi." A slap rings out in the kitchen as your cheek stings. His large palm finds your tender throat as he squeezes so hard that the fringes of your vision begin to fade to black. "Pay attention when I'm speaking to you, Sweetheart."

He squeezes tighter, leaning close as he lines his cock up with your entrance.

"Got it?" He asks and you frantically nod, trying to push his tip in deeper.

There was always something about Bakugou's cock that made you so stupid, so cock hungry and desperate that you'd let him do anything.

Forgive him for anything, as his cock had addictive qualities you could not deny.

"That's a good kitten." He purrs, plunging into you as his gives you a rough kiss with gnashing teeth. He keeps his hold on your throat as the two of them fall into a fast pace. Fuckin into you as your body begins to melt between theirs. Cocks twitching as they dove into your body and used your holes without warrant. You wheeze out moans as Bakugou holds your throat tightly, watching your arousal coat his dick in creamy rings as you contract around them.

"Fuck, fuck." Kirishima groans struggling to hold it together as you squeeze them both, cumming over and over while they use you as a cock sleeve.

"Just a bit longer. I bet we can make her squirt." Bakugou teases, bringing his free hand down between your bodies, rubbing his fingers quickly against your abused clit as you jerk between them. Suddenly a live wire as the coil in you tightens.

"Please," You rasp, "It's- it's too-"

But Bakugou cuts you off, taking his hand from your throat to hear you cry and to skip his finger into the stab wound below your collarbone. He swirls his fingers around and your vision goes white. The searing pain mixed with the divine pleasure of their cocks pounding into you causes your world to shatter. Screaming out a mixture of their names, clear liquid gushing from your cunt. Kirishima groans behind you, the contractions of your tight hole too much as hot seed deliciously fills you up. Bakugou's hips falter as he roughly fucks into you with wild abandon, chasing his own high as he holds your half lidded gaze and his finger in your wound.

"Takes. Me. So. Fuckin. Well." He grunts, before you pull him in just right. Causing him to paint your abused cunt in hot shades of white.

The three of you stay there, panting before Kirishima withdraws first, making a motion to get dressed. You collapse into Bakugou, who bites and sucks at your neck. Peppering you with both kisses and praises.

"My good little slut. My sweet Princess."

Meanwhile Kirishima takes off his button up flannel that was for his Jason costume, he slips your arms through the holes delicately and suddenly the smell of both of them makes your mind go blissfully blank. Mountain breeze and rain mixes with Bakugou's sweet scent blocking out any other memory than the feel of their cocks. Your body slowly catches up to your brain as your body throbs in several places. Bakugou pulls up his own pants without letting you go as he talks to Kirishima.

"We gotta get going soon. You had your gloves on the whole time right?"

"Yea." Kirishima responds, wiggling his fingers before Bakugou goes on.

"And you didn't let Mina post a picture that you were here?"

"Nope didn't even take a selfie with her. " Eijirou confirms as he wipes your prints from the handle of the knife, "You got a bag for her?"

Bakugou scoffs.

"Yea I grabbed some shit from her own bag she packed."

Your ears ring as they talk, the bliss of the mind blowing fuck slowly wears off and that haunting metallic tang starts to come to the forefront of your mind.

"O-Oi!" A weak voice croaks, "Let her go."

You whip around to see Denki stagger under the threshold of the kitchen. Bakugou's knuckles turn white as he grits his teeth towards Kirishima.

"I told you to kill everyone." He growls.

"I did!" Kirishima retorts as Bakugou's eyes widen before they narrow.

"Then why is he standing here you fuckin idiot. Take care of it." Bakugou bites, pulling you closer to him as Kirishima twirls the knife in his hand before grabbing it tightly.

"I'll- I'll go with you quietly. Please, please don't kill him. He's all I have left." You fist Bakugou's shirt, desperately looking between the two men as tears gather in your eyes, "Please...Katsu, baby."

"D-don't." Denki struggles to speak but you give him a pleading look.

"I-" You gulp down the truth only to spit up a lie, "I'll be okay Denks. Just lie low til we leave." You turn to Bakugou and Kirishima. Both who are ready to pounce onto the weak electric blonde.

"He's gonna squeal on us, Sweetheart." Bakugou's gruff voice turns soft, "Then how will Kirishima and I take care of you?'

He presses his hand against that damned K again as you grit your teeth.

"I know. I know. But...please." Real tears fall down your cheeks as you begin to shake, "You won't tell right, Denks? Right? He-"

You sob and Bakugou runs his hand up your back while Kirishima says what you couldn't.

"He'll probably bleed out before he can even get a hold of someone."

Bakugou gives Kirishima a look before staring at Kaminari.

"For your sake you better hope he does." He growls at the large red head before he turns you away from Kaminari, "Grab your shit and let's go."

Kirishima grabs for the mask and the costume, wrapping it up as he follows the two of you out onto the patio. Bakugou squeezes the back of your neck tightly, guiding you out of the large Manor of horror forever.

All the while your plans to plot revenge begin to crumble with every dull ache between your thighs.

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