#toga x reader Halloween

[otakugoddes]

💀Day 8= Hello, Mrs. Ghostface (Himiko Toga)💀 

DAY 8= HELLO MRS. GHOSTFACE (Himiko Toga)

Warnings: Mentions of violence and attempted sexual harassment/assault, profanity, unethical blood extraction.

A/n: Himiko is soooooooo adorbsicle.

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"Dabi! Can you tell Shiggy that I'll be out for tonight? Thanks!" Himiko attempted to run out the door when said man she was talking to grabbed her by her uniform and pulled her back, she groaned, knowing that she would be interrogated, "And where do you think you're going?" He gave her a look.

Himiko starting thinking of the list of excuses in her head, she could easily play off his suspicion if she got the right answer.

"I need to get more blood! You know, for the infiltration mission?" She reasoned, but for some reason, Dabi did not seem convinced.

So she panicked and carried on, "I realized I didn't have enough so I'm going to get some more okay?"

Himiko made a show of packing her equipment as well, and showing him the little amount of blood she had for the person she was supposed to impersonate for their mission later on this week. But for now, she had to get going.

Dabi nodded amused, "Whatever! Just be back before 11, ya got it, crazy?"

She smiled, "You got it!"

Just before she could go out the door, Dabi stopped her and shoved a pile of material in her hands. Himiko unraveled it to see it was a costume, specifically a Ghostface costume that looked freshly bought...or stolen.

She looked up at Dabi who had his back to her, waving her off and looking over his shoulder slightly, "Have fun trick-or-treating with (Name), crazy! Just don't cause too much trouble!"

Her heart melted for a second, Dabi knew where she was going and said nothing. This was an indication he wouldn't tell Shigaraki either, she would've hugged him but this was enough.

"Thanks Dabi! See ya later!" She waved with a smile, missing the man's genuine grin in her direction as she closed the door.

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The costume was stuffy, but it would do, especially for what she was hoping for.

Himiko wanted to go trick or treating with you, her crush, someone she had met a few months ago.

She had used her quirk to imitate a school girl to get around, but a few impure intended guys tried to harass her. But she could've handled them, there was no-one else around and no cameras so she could've dealt with them.

Though, you--the brave soul--came to her rescue by beating the guys up. Claiming to know them for being notorious assholes at your school, and you beat them up quite easily.

Since the effects of her quirk didn't let up yet, she didn't have her natural appearance, you wouldn't have been so kind if you knew who she was and what she did.

But you had saved her and even went as far as buying her a snack and patching her up.

So for the past few months, you and Himiko--or at least you and Himeji (the girl she was impersonating) had been hanging out and became close. Though this would be the first time she had ever hung out with you like this. Underneath the costume she was her normal self, and for once she wished that would be enough. 

There you were. 

She had told you to wait in the park and she would come get you, Dabi gave her until 11PM, it was now 9PM. She had a few hours to make the best of Halloween before everything went back to normal for her, and Halloween was a night where you could pretend to be someone your not. 

So tonight, Himiko was not part of the League of Villains and had a normal high school life, with a schoolgirl crush on you--her friend. 

She went into the park and hid behind a tree, seeing you there with a cute costume on, waiting for her expectantly. 

“BOO!” Himiko jumped out from behind the tree, startling you a bit before you smiled and patted her on the head, “Hello Mrs. Ghostface!” 

She giggled and you frowned, “Is there something wrong with your voice Hime?”

She gasped, forgetting that Himeji’s voice was nothing like her own, behind the mask she nodded, “Yeah! My throat is kind of scratchy so I sound like a twelve hear old!” You nodded ans then showed her your candy bag, there were already gummies in it and worms.  

“Let’s go!” 

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Himiko dragged you to every house in the street, thought not all the house treated you, the ones that weren’t got tricked. You had told her you had some paint cans on you--just in case, now she knew you weren’t into vandalism but some of those couples at the houses you weren’t treated to had been very rude. 

“Now,” You took out one of the cans as you two were in the alley of the house that just had it’s door slammed in your faces, “I’m not saying this is good...but those girls were mean!” 

She giggled, “Are you really going to draw on the wall?” 

You thought about it, “Just a little message with a pumpkin head, they don’t have the Halloween spirit sweetie!” 

Himiko watched while you drew on the wall, feeling at ease. 

It was ironic how this was the most normal she was ever going to get in her life, rebellious behavior was one thing but if you really knew the things she did in her life, you wouldn’t be standing next to her. 

A stupid Ghostface costume was the only thing keeping her slice of normal. 

“Hey (Name)?” 

“Yeah?” You hummed at her. 

“I ummm...!” Why couldn’t she just say it. 

Though it was sort of ridiculous, what she was hoping to come out of it and what the reality would be were to opposite things. She was a criminal, and you didn’t deserve to be toyed with like this. If she took off the costume now...nothing she said would matter. 

“What’s up? You’ve gone quiet, Mrs. Ghostface? Are you going to murder me now?” You joked. 

She was so quiet that you stopped drawing. 

“I...uh--!” 

But whatever she was about to say, you never heard because a flash of blue and red light shone into the alleyway and the voices of one of the girls in the house was heard, you both froze as you crouched down, “They’re drawing on our walls! And that’s permanent stuff! It’s vandalism! They’re still in the alley I think!” You giggled and she did too, “That one is definitely a Karen!” You rolled your eyes. 

“Maybe we should leave now!” Himiko nudged you. 

“Yeah let’s go!” 

But before you guys could leave, a cop walked into the alley and shouted, “HEY! YOU KIDS IN THE COSTUMES!” 

“Oh shit!” You laughed, grabbing her hand you dragged her behind you, getting a good start as you exited the alley and weaseled your way through the crowds of people with speed. 

“Have you run away from the cops before?” She questioned when you two stopped and hid away. 

“Not my first time being chased either, though I don’t usually have company! Last time I nearly got caught!” You told her and she gasped, “I’m probably a bad influence on you huh?” 

Himiko giggled, indulging you despite her face underneath telling a different story, “What did you do last time?”

You smirked, sliding down the wall to sit across from her and entangle your legs with hers, “I kinda beat up a bunch of boys that were shoplifting, the cops thought I was with em!” 

“But you were helping!” 

“In a different perspective I was the villain! It’s about how they perceived me, but I don’t care! I can be the villain, it makes my life all the more exciting!"

She sighed, so you were too misunderstood, not that she was justifying her own actions but you were on the spectrum of life where nobody understood you.

"So...," you perked up, "What were you going to tell me?" You reached into your candy bag and pulled out some sweets, offering her some knowing she didn't gave of them.

Her face turned red, you'd see it if you took off her mask.

"Oh! It's nothing!"

"Didn't sound like nothing! Are you okay? Tell me!"

She opened her mouth, reaching up to take off her mask before the cop caught up with you, "HEY YOU KIDS!"

You sighed and got up, grabbing her hand and running again, "Can this guy stop ruining the moment! Stupid asshole!"

She sadly deflated, was she ever going to get to tell you?

The two of you ran amongst the costume and candy and scares, until you both climbed onto the roof, the cop having no idea where you two were now as he grumbled into his radio.

You slumped down, "Cant catch a break, dumbasses chasing us. I swear I'm gonna give those girls hell if I see em!"

Himiko noticed the time on the big clock on the screen, it was almost 11PM.

She panicked, "I have to get home now!"

"Oh really? That's too bad! You didn't tell me yet!" You complained.

"Sorry!"

"Its fine!" You got up, "Want me to take you home?"

She shook her head, "No! I'm okay!"

After asking her if she was sure many times before you pulled her in for a hug, and she reveled in it, indulging the wholesomeness before she had to forget it. She did this to herself, now she was paying the price.

You moved to take off her mask but she stopped you, "Don't take it off!" She whispered.

"Just a tiny bit?"

"Okay!"

Once half of her face was uncovered you kissed her cheek, then put a chocolate pumpkin shaped candy in her mouth, smiling at her, "Happy Halloween Hime!"

With that Himiko left you standing on the rooftop to run back to the league's lair, smiling the entire way and skipping up and down with the bag of candy. Having discarded her costume only until she reached home.

Dabi waited up for her, almost smiling when she came in with the biggest smile on her face.

"You have fun, crazy?" He asked.

She smiled, sitting next to him and dumping the bag of candy, "Yeah! I did!"

"Good! Now gimme some candy!" He glared.

She laughed, "Take your pick!"

She happily shared her candy with him as she explained the events of the night, thinking about how telling you how she felt could wait. These moments were worth the wait.

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[gettinshiggywithit]

Day-09 !Halloween Pranks With Twice And Toga!

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scenario:- a few harmless pranks with toga and twice!

characters:- Himiko toga,Twice

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it was halloween and since it was your first time celebrating with the league you decided to do something #special!

so when you twice and toga were contemplating what to do,toga practically catapulted off the couch and said,in her most excited voice,

"WHAT IF WE DID A FEW HARMLESS PRANKS????!"

your interest was piqued

"like??"

"oh the usual",twice chimed in,"toilet papering houses,stink bombs and egg throwing!"

you nodded it would definitely be an interesting way to spend the night!

so on the night before,you and the two of them got mr.compress's help to steal the supplies(much to his annoyance.he was working on his costume!)

you gathered everything and were about to head out on your mission of mischief when a very important thought occured to you.

"hey what if we get caught??"

"oh we wont."they both said in unison

"oh?"

"yeah we do this every year!"

"oh okie!"

and with that you set off

you did however have one request from one of your fellow league members

it was 'fuckin wreck endevour's place'

you didnt know which of your other friends this request belonged to because you found it written on a piece of paper tucked in your bag but you had an idea...(*cought* dabi)

so naturally the first house you went to was endevour's!

it was fuckin hugee so you knew you'd be here all night

you all peaked in through a window and noticed no one was inside

*insert evil laughter*

you COMPLETELY trashed the place.the trees were decorated in toilet paper,the walls were covered in eggs and youd even rigged some stink bombs to go off when the doors where open

"this actually is fun!" you said while tossing the roll TP over from your spot around the tree to toga

"I told you sooooo~" she said

once you were done,you headed over to twice who was over by the wall admiring his egging

"eggcellent!" you heard him say to himself "its absolutely horrible" "No its not!"

he heard the two of you coming over and turned and waved

when you were together you pulled out the last three rolls of toilet paper and handed them to your two companions

"final throw?"

"YEA!" they said,again,in unison

and on the count of three you guys pelted the last rolls over the roof

you all looked back into your bags and sure enough youd used all yousr supplies...

"well,"you said "looks like thats a wrap!"

you all broke down laughing

"wow y/n!" toga said through tears of laughter "i really didnt think you had such a shitty pun in ya"

"no! it was gooddd," "shes right it was horrible-"

"well then! how about some trick or treat rounds!" said twice as he wrapped his arms around the two of you

"TWICEEEE YOUVE GOT EGG ALL OVER YOUUU" the both of you screamed in horror

"whoops sorryyy"

you brushed it off and just went on outta there

as you were leaving you looks back once to admire your work.

this was definitely goin on the news!

by about midnight,you guys got back to the lair and sorted through all your candy

it really was a great night

you then fell asleep watchin slashers on the couch(twice had cleaned up ofc)

the next day it was very much on the news and your resident arsonist had a noticeable pep in his step.

looks like we now know who left the note~

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please dont repost my work here as your own on any platform all rights belong to me except that of the mha characters used,their right belong to their respective owners.but this story? mine.

feedback,likes,reblogs and comments are so very appreciated tbh :’)i hope you enjoyed and ill catch ya next time!

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[jazzthatonewriterchick]

Lost in the Woods (Werewolf!BakuKiri x Black!Plus-Sized!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

"You scared now, baby?"

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Kirishima Ejirou x Black!Plus-sized!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: In which you get lost on your way home one night while coming back from a party and end up straight in the jaws of two strange yet sexy men who you get the feeling aren't quite human.

Warnings: Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Reader is Black, Fem & Plus-Sized; Reader is Drunk; Monster Fucking; Coercion; Dubcon; Rape (to be safe); Foreplay; Biting; Mild Degradation; Mutual Oral; Double Blowjob; Double Cunnilingus/Analingus; Big Dicks/Knots; Knotting; Unprotected PIV Sex; Doggystyle; Cowgirl; Unprotected Creampies; Aftercare

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

Writer's Note: Happy Halloween, y'all!! 🎃🎃 Enjoy!! -Jazz

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It has gotten darker outside. Way darker than it usually is around this time in the fall.

You walk along the trail in your fake cat ears leading to your co-worker's rented cabin deep in the woods, clutching your leather jacket closer to your plump frame and tasting your third drink on your tongue. You're still not sure what's in it, but you can taste the vodka and the fruity juice flavors with every sip you've taken since you've gotten to the party.

You originally were supposed to stay at the party for only an hour, but that turned into four. Four hours of watching your bestie shake her ass in her ladybug costume and dealing with your coworker and the host of the party flirt with you. Though Denki Kaminari is cute and loaded from his rich parents, he also is a huge slut.

He has what you call "community dick". The guy gets around to almost every girl in your office, minus you, of course. He's been trying which is why he invited you to his Halloween party, but you aren't interested. You thought the man was going to cry earlier when he saw you put on your jacket and head to the door.

Aww, you're leavin'?" he asked in his makeshift toga and leaf headpiece. He was supposed to be a Greek God. "But I'm about to start the competition and announce the winners!"

"I know, but I'm really tired and it's really dark out there," you sighed, trying to seem like you're apologetic.

"You sure you wanna drive?" he asked, sounding concerned. "Didn't you drink tonight?" You shook your head, your hand moving to grasp the doorknob behind you. "I didn't drive here. I took an Uber."

"You don't need to take no Uber, sweetheart," he tutted. "Not when you've got a personal chauffeur right here! Lemme drive you home. I promise that my ride is faster." He smiled big, confident, seductive smile at you that you're sure gets all the ladies' pussies wet, but you weren't swayed.

You gave him a small smile, desperate to leave. The music was too loud and your social battery was running way low. "That's very sweet of you, Denki, but I'm good. I'm gonna wait in the driveway."

Denki's eyes ticked outside the window where the woods lay in wait for you. "Well, my house is surrounded by woods. You sure you wanna walk alone out there? Wouldn't want all the creepy-crawlies and freaks to get you." He smirked down at you, cocking his head to the side."Lemme walk you," he whispered. "It would at least make me feel better. Plus, I'm great company."

He gave you that same seductive smirk as he leaned in, no doubt attempting to corner you against the door. You began to twist the knob, opening it in preparation to run out and escape his tricks."Thank you, but–"

"Heeey, girl," Mina, your coworker and bestie, sing-songed. She inserted herself right between you and Denki, drunk and a major cockblock (and your savior). "You havin' fun?" She side-eyed Denki who gave her a sharp glare before slinking off to attend to two of his guests who were about to fight over the last mini-pumpkin cupcake at the snack table.

"Yeah, but it's getting dark out there," you pointed out, relieved that Denki left. "Shouldn't we be heading home soon?"

"Go home?" Mina scoffed. "Denki said we're all welcome here! He cleaned out his five guest rooms upstairs just for us...or rather, for you." She giggled as you rolled your eyes. "You know, he's hoping you'll stay the night."

"Yeah, I know," you muttered. "But it ain't gonna happen. Denki gets around too much."

"So?" Mina scoffed. "I've heard he's good! Plus, it's not like you're looking for a forever. It's just a one-night thing you clear your head and get you some dick."

Mina is so convinced that you need to start dating if not having meaningless sex with coworkers if not men at bars, clubs, or online (which is hella dangerous). To her, you could use the release to ease your stress from your job and life, but in your eyes, you're more than happy using your fingers and toys to get that release. However, you would be lying if you said that you didn't want someone to break you off, but so far, you haven't found a man who could do so for you.

"I'm fine, Mina, really," you chuckled. "I know you think that I need some dick to ease my stress at work, but I can handle myself just fine." Mina didn't look too happy with that but didn't push it. "Whatever," she sighed. "But at least stay for the costume competition. You'll get to see me win for my super-cute costume!"

"Sorry, hon," you giggled, playing with her fake antenna, "but the dark isn't gonna wait for that. You know how I feel about traveling in the dark anyway. I'm just gonna bounce and call you when I get home."

At this, Mina grew worried. "You sure you don't want me to walk you?" But you shook your head, not wanting to interrupt her fun. "I'll be fine, Mina," you reassured her. "I'm just gonna wait in the driveway for my ride. You stay and have fun."

You wish you had just stayed in Denki's driveway like you said you would. You wish you never decided to venture along the trail to find the road. It's too dark, and you're too tipsy. You're not at all dressed for a walk, such as this one either–a mini dress that hugs your plump, chunky body, a leather jacket, fake cat ears, and black pumps that you try to walk slowly in to avoid breaking your ankle.

Plus, and this is the main reason, the forest is starting to creep you out. It is quiet. Too quiet, as if something is causing this eery silence. The woods trail is rather bumpy, and the trees seem taller than before when you came here four hours ago. They are bare of any leaves and their branches stretch towards the sky like long, crooked fingers. Speaking of the sky, there isn't a single star in it–just the large, white moon that looks almost ominous behind the clouds floating among the inky, black canvas.

You thought that making it to the road would make it easier for the Uber driver to find you when you ordered, but you can't even find the road. You ordered the ride before leaving Denki's party, hoping to make it there before the driver could call.

But now you're realizing that you should've just called before. 'You stupid bitch,' you think. So you call your driver now as you keep a hand out to grab onto trees for balance as you hike down the trail. The driver answers after three rings, but they sound grainy and broken.

"Hello?" you say into the phone.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" the Uber driver asks. "I was just going to call you. I'm here."

"Shit, you are?" you reply, your stomach leaping in fear. You only have five minutes to reach them and you still don't know where you're going! "H-Hang on, I'm comin' now. I can't find the road."

"I'm sorry, I'm having trouble hearing you," the driver says. "I can't seem to find a way through these trees."

"It's through the woods!" you call. "There's a trail that leads to the address. If you follow it, you'll find me there." Silence follows and you panic, thinking they hung up. "Hello, you there?" you call.

"Hello?" the driver asks. "Y/N, are you still there?"

"Yes!" you call. "Hang on, I'll come to you!" You waddle and stumble along the trail, pushing a long branch out of your face. "Can you still hear me?" Silence. "Hello?" you call into the phone. "Helloooo?"

Still nothing. You look at your phone to find that the call has dropped. "Goddammit!" you groan. Of course, this happens to you. Realizing that you're out of luck and have no clue where you are, you dial Mina's number and turn back around where you came.

Four rings go by before she picks up and you're hit by a barrage of sounds–music, yelling, and laughter. "Hello?" she shouts into your ear. "Mina, I'm coming back," you sigh. "My Uber driver can't find me and–"

"Y/N, you're breaking up!" she shouts. "I can't hear you!" Her voice begins to sound grainy and chopped, her words cutting off. "Mina?" you ask. "Mina, can you hear me?" Nothing but silence follows.

You look at the four bars on your screen, finding them to be completely gone. No reception. "Fuck!" you groan. Tonight is now a complete shit show. The beginning of a horror film. However, if keep on the trail to Denki's cabin, knowing you have a better chance of calling another ride there.

But then you get lost. Very, very lost. "What the fuck?" you whisper to yourself. "Where's the cabin?"

What looks like the trail to Denki's cabin turns out not to be...or is it? You can't quite decipher the trail anymore. Or where you are. Everything looks the same–the same leafless trees and brush stretching around you, making you feel suffocated; the same dark shadows; the same dirt trail that leads to nowhere.

Even worse is the darkness. It has gotten increasingly worse since you've been out here, stumbling about. You can barely make out the trees now, bumping into a few as you walk. The quietness only makes you feel more paranoid. All that you hear is the lone hooting of an owl and your heavy breathing in your ears. It's uncomfortable. Unsettling. Like something is lurking among the woods, ready to pounce at the perfect opportunity.

You go for your phone to switch on the flashlight only to find your phone on 20%. You growl in frustration, stomping your heel. How did you forget to charge it before you left Denki's party? "God, can this get any worse for me?" you sigh to the heavens.

And as if answering you, a droplet falls from the cloudy night sky onto your forehead. You gasp at the sudden feeling, pressing your hand to your forehead to feel the wetness. And then another one falls. And another. Soon, you are caught in a downpour. "Shit!" you squeal and take off your heels before immediately start running to avoid the rain.

You don't know where you're going but you run anyway, desperate to find the road or someone who may be out here to help you. Maybe one of Denki's guests from the party or a hiker. Maybe a camper. As you peel back tree branches and try to avoid pits of mud that have begun to churn from the rain, you finally find your light in the darkness.

Through the trees protrudes a cozy-looking house in a clearing, surrounded by a stack of logs for firewood and smelling of something spicy and warm. The windows are aglow which means someone is inside. Someone who can help you! "Oh, thank you, God," you sigh.

But as you go to run towards the house, you hit your foot on an overgrown tree root and go tumbling. With a shriek, you fall to your hands and knees, luckily not scraping them but staining them with dirt. Your heart lurches into your throat and you try to calm yourself. "Relax," you whisper. "You're okay. There's no one out there to hurt you."

"Well, look who stumbled along the trail," a teasing voice says. "Literally." Immediately, you look up and scurry away from the two figures standing above you. They are big. Huge, even. All lean muscle, broad arms, and thick, toned thighs and calves that could crush watermelons under their clothes.

They're not too bad looking either. The one on the right has a platinum blonde undercut, a sharp jaw any model would be jealous of, an eyebrow piercing, and a lip ring that glints in the moonlight in his plump, pink bottom lip. His vermillion eyes feel like hot rays on you as he glares down at you. "Who the fuck are you?" he growls. "Why are you here?"

You try to find the words to speak, but you're still too in shock from what has happened to you and the two strangers standing before you. "I-I..."

"Chill out, Katsuki," the one on the left chuckles. He is bigger than the blonde with long, red locks of hair, tattoos, and a toothy smile that unnerves you slightly. "You alright, miss? Sorry about him. He's territorial of our home is all."

He offers his hand to you, and though you hesitate at first, you take it and let him pick you up off the ground. "That's your house?" you ask, nodding at the cozy home. Katsuki glares suspiciously at you. "Why? You lookin' to break in or something?"

"N-No," you stutter, intimidated by his roughness. "I came from a party up the way and I couldn't find the road to catch my Uber."

Both men look at each other, realizing your story. "Oh," the redhead says, that grin still on his face. "You're lost. Gone too deep down the rabbit hole?" You don't answer, unnerved by his teasing and their presence.

"So that explains why a pretty thing like you is out here alone," the redhead comments, crossing his buff arms over his broad chest. "So no one walked you out here?"

You shake your head, hugging your jacket to your soaked body. "I told them not to," you admit, feeling guilty. "I thought this wasn't going to happen."

"Well, no one expects to get lost in the woods," the redhead chuckles. "But don't fret. You've got us and we know these woods like the back of our hands. It's not safe to be out here alone on such a dark night though. It could be...dangerous."

Something in the way he says this and the glint in his eyes makes you uncomfortable. There is something off about these two, you realize. Something ferocious. Predatory, like an animal. "I-I just need wifi," you stutter. "Or a phone to call my friend and tell her I'm here."

"You need more than that, sweetness," the redhead chuckles. "You're soaked to the bone! Guess you got caught in the rain." He nods over to their home. "Come on in and we'll help you out. We'll get you a towel and a phone."

"Really?" you ask, shocked by their kindness...and also wary. "Of course!" he laughs, his crimson eyes kind. "It wouldn't be many of us to have a beautiful lady out here alone and lost. Ain't that right, Katsuki?"

The blonde says nothing but keeps his eyes pinned on you. "Oh, I never introduced us!" the redhead tuts. "That's so rude of me. I'm Kirishima, but just call me Kiri. This is Katsuki. Say hi, 'Suki." Once again, Katsuki doesn't speak. "And you are?"

"Y/N," you softly answer. "Thanks for helping me out, but I just need a phone or a wifi password."

"What, you scared to come in or something?" Katsuki snarls. "You have no problem walking around out there in that." He nods at your mini dress and cat ears, making you flush.

"Leave her alone, Katsuki," Kiri growls. "I happen to think she looks amazing." He gives you a wink that makes your stomach flip. "I know it's weird since we're strangers and all, but we'd really feel bad if you just waited out here. We've got spicy ramen cookin' in there too, if you want any."

You should say no. You should firmly stand your ground and tell them to just give you a phone. But against your better judgment and taken by their strange attractiveness, you give in. "Okay," you sigh.

They guide you to their home and get you inside just as the rain becomes a thick sheet. Their home is cozy, warm, and has a roaring, brick fireplace. The walls are made of thick logs packed tight together and the furniture is covered in throw pillows and comfy blankets. Kiri leads you over to the couch and hands you a blanket to wrap yourself in while Katsuki heads to the kitchen. "Take a seat and we'll get you set up," he says. "And get comfortable. That's what the couch is here for." 

He smiles at you before heading off to gather some things for you. You sit there, shivering under the blanket after taking off your coat, doing your best to relax. But you can’t. Not when you’re in two strangers’ home with your phone halfway to death and in the pouring rain. There has to be a phone you can get to. You begin to look around for a phone, but are interrupted the Kiri returns with a towel and a tray holding a steaming bowl for you. "Here's a towel for you," he coos. "And a pipin' hot bowl of ramen if you're hungry. I'm sure you worked up an appetite at that party and walking through the woods." 

He hands you the towel and carefully places the tray down next to you. ”Thanks," you mutter. Kiri gives you your space and sits in a chair across the room, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of you. He watches you very carefully as you slowly slurp down the ramen, clearing your throat from the spiciness. He chuckles under his breath whenever you do. 

Katsuki then returns to the living room, his shoes off and clad in a V-neck and jeans that sit low on his hips. "Landline's down," he passively says. "The rain must've fucked it up." Kiri sighs while your stomach flips in panic. "Aw, man," he sighs. "Any luck with your phone, Y/N?" Something about the way he says his name in that raspy voice sends shivers down your spine. 

You ignore them and check your phone, finding it to be on 10% and the bars still low. You shake your head, ready to scream in frustration. "Guess you're stuck with us for a minute then,” Kiri says, sounding apologetic. Katsuki doesn’t say anything at all, still standing in the middle of the living room, adding to the tension you feel. “Does…this happen often?" you carefully question. 

Kiri shrugs, leaning back in his chair. ”Sometimes, if the rain is real bad. It's just one of the things about living away from the city in the middle of the forest." He gives you a humored grin, a twinkle in his crimson eyes. "You're probably wondering why we're out here, hm? Well, city life just got to be too much. Sometimes you just wanna be wild and free. Feral, if you will." 

His smile turns sharper and almost just as feral as he describes. You don’t even look at Katsuki. You’re too afraid too. Instead, you look down at your feet and squeeze the blanket closer to your form. "So what about you?" Kiri asks. "What's your life like outside of these woods?" 

‘Lie!’ your brain tells you. ‘Don’t tell them anything about you!’ But you also don’t know if they’ll know you’re lying. So you tell the truth, but keep things as tame and vague as possible. ”Well, I live in the city and I work in an office. I just came from a work costume party that my coworker was throwing." Kiri nods, his eyes scaling over your fake cat ears and legs poking out of the blanket. ”Well, you've dressed the part for it." 

"And decided to come in here to show us," Bakugou growls, speaking for the first time in minutes. His hot gaze runs over you as if he can see right through the thick blanket. "Ignore him," Kiri says, rolling his eyes. "He thinks you look fantastic, as do I. I'm sure all your coworkers of the opposite sex were re all over you tonight." 

You’re not sure if he says this to comfort or relax you, but it doesn’t do either. Your body is wound up like a drum and you feel hot with discomfort. ”T-Thank you," you whisper. "No, I...I didn't want that. I don't date my coworkers...or hook up with them." 

"That's a good idea," Kiri replies, nodding in approval. "It often makes your job complicated. But it relieves the tension, don't you think?" He pauses, letting the pitter-patter of the rain fill the silence. ”Eases the stress?" he suggests, smirking at you. 

Katsuki’s eyes find you. They are sharp and intense, glaring at your very soul. You find it hard to breathe and have to push away the ramen because your stomach is flipping too much. You need to get out of here now. So you stand, letting the blanket fall, and grab your jacket. 

"You okay, cutie?" Kiri questions, sounding worried. 

"The rain eased up," you huff. And it has––you can’t hear the harshness of it anymore. It is softer which means it’s easier to travel through now. ”And it's getting late. I-I think I should leave." 

Kiri’s brows knit in confusion. ”Didn't you wanna call someone first?" he asks. "And why leave if you got lost before?"

"Don't feed into that bullshit she's spouting," Bakugou scoffs. "It's just a cover to hide how scared she is of us." You stand rigidly near the couch, your eyes flicking to the door across the way. Maybe you can run. 

”Is that true, sweetie?" Kiri asks almost sweetly. "Are you afraid of us?" They both stare at you, waiting for your answer. Your heart thunders wildly in your chest, your blood pumping in your ears. You don’t know how to get out of this or what to say. "I…I…” Your brain is moving slow like it’s moving through sludge, your thoughts jumbled. 

"'Cause you should," Kiri finishes, his tone dark and low. "You should be very afraid. But we won't hurt you...unless you want us to." 

He stands up from his chair, making your fight or flight kick in. Both men stand before you now, not touching you but also giving you the feeling that they could stop you at any point from leaving. You can’t escape now. Their predatory gazes stop you from moving entirely. 

"Why leave when you know you're curious?" Katsuki asks, raising his pierced eyebrow. "Or should I say horny?" You blink at him, confused and taken aback. ”W-What?” you squeak. 

"Don't play the fuckin' fool, girl," he growls. "Why else did you come up in our home when you don't even know us? And don't say it was because of our hospitality or for our wifi." 

Now, you begin creeping towards the door. Their eyes follow you, but then don’t stop you. ”I don't know what you mean," you whimper fearfully. "Please, I just wanna leave." You slam your back against the door and try the knob, but it doesn’t budge. Locked. You’re completely trapped. 

Katsuki and Kiri stand side by side now, watching you, eating you up with their eyes. ”We don't want you to leave," Kiri softly growls, but his voice doesn't sound human. It is deep and growly as if he is an animal. He blinks and his eyes turn from a sharp red to an eery, golden iris. Katsuki’s eyes do the same, shifting from human to not at all. 

You try the knob again, now panicking. Even though you know it’s locked, you try again and again, pathetically so. But you don't take your eyes off of the two men in front of you…and you wish you did. You really wish you never witnessed what you are right now.

Instantly, the two men grow taller and bigger, their muscles widening and growing thicker. Their teeth grow sharp like pointed fangs and their nails turn into claws that protrude from fine-haired, paw-like fingers and toes. The hair on their heads grows wild and untamed, just as their eyes do as they rake them over your body. Fluffy ears and tails protrude from their heads and backsides, indicating that they are, indeed, not human. 

As their bodies grow and their muscles swell, their clothes rip to shreds and fall from their bodies, leaving them completely naked. Your eyes instantly fall to their shafts swinging between their thighs, your mouth falling open. They are huge. Thick. Long. You know they would reach your stomach if they got inside you. You can already feel the lockjaw. you’ve never been so scared of dick before. 

Katsuki smirks down at you. ”You scared now, baby?" he asks in a low growl. 

You press yourself against the door, your heart hammering and breath coming out in panicked huffs. "What the fuck are you two?” you whisper. 

"Two men who are gonna give you what you really want," Katsuki replies. "And you're gonna give us what we want too." They then crouch down and begin to creep toward you on all fours, their eyes still on you. Tears begin to prick at your eyes as you grapple with the doorknob, begging someone, anyone, to save you. ”Please,” you whisper. 

That is all you can say as they creep closer and closer to you. Katsuki takes one side while Kiri takes the other, both standing up and towering of you. "You’re too deep in the forest now, baby," Kiri whispers, a smirk on his face. "Wouldn’t be wise to wander around in the dark by yourself at this hour anyway. Too many predators.” 

One of his huge, clawed hands brushes a hair out of your face. You flinch away from him.

"It’s better to just stay with us. You can kill two birds with one stone: stay here for our protection and take responsibility for your slutty little actions.” He says it so sweetly that you almost miss the last part. 

“What?” you squeak. ”I-I’m not a–" 

"The fuck you aren't," Katsuki snarls. He pokes at your cat ears, nearly knocking them off of your head. He then moves closer to you, moving so close that you can feel the heat radiating off of his big body. “Comin’ in here dressed like that...smelling so fuckin' good...you're practically handing yourself over to us on a silver platter." 

"Mmm, I like that," Kiri hums, tweaking your cat ears as he presses into you from behind. "I like my toys eager. Vulnerable. And so, so easy to please." You are now sandwiched between the two werewolves, trapped. You can feel yourself shivering and trembling between them, your purse still in your hands.

Katsuki presses his nose into your hair and inhales deeply, a deep growl vibrating through his chest. ”God, I just wanna rip off her clothes and pound her right here," he growls. You nearly gasp at his vulgar words. ”Patience, ‘Suki,” Kiri says. “We have to ease her into it." His hand comes across your neck to turn your head towards him. ”Your lips are trembling, baby," he coos. "I know how to ease those nerves." 

Then his lips are on yours, giving you a slow yet hungry kiss that takes the air right out of your lungs. He played with you during, pulling away to lick and lightly nibble at your bottom lip with his pointed canines, relishing the tiny gasps you let out with every new sensation. He then pulls away, lightly pulling at your bottom lip until it pops back into place. ”How was that?” he asks, his voice husky and lustful. “Exactly what you needed?" 

You don’t want to admit it, but it is. That kiss was hot, passionate, and lustful. It gave you butterflies and made your pussy wet. You can feel yourself gushing now despite your situation and you feel like a disgusting, nasty little whore for even feeling like this. Katsuki lets out a deep, rumbling growl from in front of you, his hands sliding up your thick hips. "Fuck, I can’t take this waiting game anymore," he impatiently growls. "Keep teasing her while I get these clothes off of her. I need to see her without this fuckin’ thing.”  

Kiri chuckles as he begins to kiss and suckle on your neck, leaving hickeys in his wake. "Doesn’t look like you need to do much, Kats. Just tear off that dress and we’ll get right to the main course." His eyes rake over your body and your little black dress, his hands sneaking under to toy with your thick thighs. ”Mmm, such a naughty outfit. She definitely came here for a reason.” He smirks at you, his gaze hooded and devious. "Let us give it to you then." 

"No, wait!" you protest. 

But it’s too late. Katsuki is already tearing the little black piece of fabric off of your body, revealing all of you to him and Kiri––your pudgy stomach; your jiggly thighs and thick ass ridden in stretch marks and cellulite; your juicy breasts held up by your laced push-up bra. Both werewolves stare at you like you’re a full course meal, practically salivating at the mouth at the sight of you. "Aww, that little yelp was so cute!” Kiri giggles, his hands still wandering among your thighs and backside. “Was that your favorite dress, sweetheart?" 

Katsuki could give less of a shit as he kneels before you. ”She shouldn’t have worn it then. I hope you hate these stockings you’re wearing ‘cause they’re goin’ too." He then shreds your nylon stockings to pieces while Kiri’s fingers curl below between your thighs. “And these little panties. Doesn’t look like you’ll need ‘em anymore." 

Before you can take a breath, one clawed finger cut at both straps of your panties. Katsuki does the same to your bra, cutting the straps off your shoulders so they fall off of your breasts. Each piece of undergarments fall off of you, leaving your breasts and pussy exposed. You whimper in protest, moving to cover yourself, but Katsuki slaps your hands away. “No,” he sternly says. “Don’t you dare hide yourself from us.” 

“You’re absolutely gorgeous, baby,” Kiri sighs, nuzzling his nose into your neck. “So fuckin’ sexy.” Katsuki’s mouth attaches to your nipples, sucking hungrily on the hardened peaks as his hands grope and mold your breasts. You instinctively your head back, your eyes fluttering closed at the sensations. Here you are, standing naked in your heels in front of two total strangers who may or may not eat you or let you leave. 

‘How the fuck did this happen?’ you think. 

This is all you can think when the wolves stop their ministrations and push you down on the couch. They stand over you, each muscle and vein of their thick cocks glinting in the moonlight that has appeared through the window. The rain has stopped. "Bend over the couch," Katsuki demands. "We wanna taste how wet you are, and don't try to play like you're not." 

Though you’re trembling, you do as he says and bend over the couch, presenting your ass to the strange men. You hear them growl and groan in arousal at the sight of you. "Oooh, you're right, 'Suki," Kiri cackles. "She is wet for us." You then feel his fangs drag across your asscheeks, emitting squeaks and moans of pleasure from your mouth. "And so responsive from these ass bites," he giggles. "Don't fret, cutie. We'll take good care of this poor pussy." 

He bends down with Katsuki following suit, hypnotized by your sobbing, wet, brown cunt. He takes a finger and lightly glides it against your labia that hangs. You twitch pathetically at his touch, your toes curling. "Wanna share this kitty with me?" Kiri teasingly asks. 

”As long as I get to taste her, I could give less of a fuck,” Katsuki huffs. 

Then their mouths, tongues, and soft lips are on your pussy, slurping and sucking up everything you give them. As soon as their mouths touch you, your mouth falls open into an O and your eyes flutter shut. Their tongues slide through your walls to slurp at your pussy and their lips suckle gentle on your clit, sending shivers and shocks of pleasure throughout your body. 

“Shit,” you moan, gripping the back of the couch for dear life. You’ve never had someone eat your pussy so well before. Let alone two men! …Or two not-entirely-human men. They don’t just stay in one place either. They switch places, alternating between your pussy and your asshole. When Katsuki is busy tongue fucking your pussy and sucking on your clit, Kiri places his tongue all over your asshole, nipping and biting at your cheeks before dipping his tongue back between them. "You taste so good, kitty," he sighs. "We could eat you up." 

Katsuki growls in agreement, placing his hands on your hips as he devours your cunt. You can hardly speak. All that exits your mouth are moans, whines, and cries of pleasure that seem to explode out of you. The more their mouths move and their moans vibrate against your clit, the farther you’re taken to your orgasm. Soon, that knot in your core is tightening, threatening to snap, and your moans grow louder and more shrill. "Fuck!" you scream. "Fuck, I'm gonna cum! I'm about to cum!” 

Kiri repeatedly moans “uh-huh” into your pussy now, taking Katsuki’s spot while his blonde partner devours your ass. ”Fuckin’ do it," Katsuki growls. "Cum all over us, you little slut." Then you feel two fingers flicking at your clit and this is all it takes for you to finally explode all over the men devouring your pussy. 

When you cum, you cum hard. Actually, you damn well squirt all over the wolves’ faces as a chorus of moans and whimpers leave your mouth. You’re seeing stars and your head is clouded as you cum, your hands gripping the couch. Katsuki and Kiri excitedly and delightedly take what you give them, hungrily growling as they slurp up all of your squirt that drips down your asscrack and pussy. They clean you up until you’re twitching and sensitive, whimpering at the feeling of physical contact against your clit. 

Finally, they stop and let you breathe. You are sweaty, tired, and drained. And yet so, so satisfied. You’ve never cum so hard before. You tiredly turn your head up to the two men standing behind you, noticing them licking your juices off of their lips and fingers as if they can’t get enough of you. Katsuki then turns to you, his hand wrapped around his thick cock dripping pre for you. "You're not done yet, little slut," he huskily says. "Open your mouth for us. Wide.” 

Kiri stands beside him, also lazily fisting his cock with its angry-red tip dripping pre-cum for you. You don’t move from the couch and they don’t force you to. You’re too weak from your intense orgasm to do much except shift onto your knees on the couch and open your mouth as Katsuki demands. Kiri goes first, first tapping his head lightly on your tongue before sliding balls deep into your mouth. You try to accommodate to his size by stretching your jaw and breathing through your nose, but it’s hard at first. He’s just so big and thick! 

The redhead is less than quiet or subtle about how good your mouth feels as he begins to slowly fuck your throat. Lewd gagging and squelching noises escape your mouth as he does so, drool beginning to drip from your mouth. As he does, Katsuki fucks one of your hands, tiny grunts and groans leaving his lips as he watches you swallow Kiri’s cock. “That’s it, little kitty,” Kiri groans. “Open that throat for us. You’re such a good girl takin’ two big cocks at once.” 

A hand falls onto your scalp, stroking your hair. 

Then it’s Katsuki’s turn. He isn’t as nice or slow as Kiri. He is rough; hard; downright feral. He fucks your face like it’s his own personal fuck toy, making you gag and choke all over his dick. You do so to the best of your ability, your makeup running and cat ears askew. You stare up at him as he does as he pleases, getting an eyeful of his pelvis and toned stomach. “Don’t use no teeth either, slut,” he grunts. “If you do, you can make sure you’ll be punished for it.” 

Kiri chuckles as he fucks your free hand, holding onto your neck to give you support as Katsuki fucks your throat. “Have confidence in her, Kats. She’s been doin’ such a good job so far, fuuuuck…” His words turn into a moan and his eyes roll back as he continues to thrust into your hand like it’s your pussy. 

And they switch. And switch again. And again. They use your throat and hands like you’re nothing more than a cock sleeve to them. They’re own little toy. They fondle your breasts and lean down to smack your ass. They touch, squeeze, and stroke every part of you as they fuck your throat until it’s raw and your eyes are watery. Mascara drips down your face and your lipstick smudges until it is practically gone, instead all over Katsuki and Kiri’s cocks. 

Just as you feel like you can’t take much more, you feel a hand come behind your neck to grip your hair, pulling your head back to look into two golden irises. “You like this, don’t you?” Katsuki growls. “You like being used by us?” You slowly nod, still choking on cock. “You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, kitty cat. And stop suckin’ ‘cause I don’t want to cum down your throat.” 

He slides out of your mouth with a groan, his cock now sobbing wet with your spit. “Mmm, same here,” Kiri moans, sliding his dick out of your fist. “Her throat feels so damn good, but I wanna feel how tight her other hole is.” 

You gape at them, shook. They don’t seriously believe…but they can’t! You’re still too sensitive! And they’re just too big! You could barely fit them in your mouth! “W-Wait,” you stutter. “I don’t think–“ 

“Don’t be scared, cutie,” Kiri shushes you, pressing a finger to your lips. “We’ll prep you real good before we fuck you into the couch and you take our knots. Gotta make sure you’re soaked for us.” 

And they do. You have to hand it to them: they know how to treat a pussy. They once again spread your legs wide and eat your pussy until you cum again all over them, their tongues slurping up everything you give them. They take turns, Kiri holding your legs open by your ankles while Katsuki tongue fucks you, and vice versa. When your pussy is finally nice and slick, and twitching for your second orgasm, the moment of truth has finally come. 

Kiri goes first. He sits back on the couch, legs spread, and cock at attention for you. “Alright, baby girl,” he coos. He pats his lap, giving you a sexy, fanged smirk. “Come and sit right here. I’ll hold you up.” Though you’re nervous, you do as he says and position yourself above him. You place your hands securely on his shoulders and hover above his cock, biting your lip. 

Slowly, you begin to come down, Kiri’s hands on your hips to give you all the support you need. “That’s it,” he encourages, his body trembling with need. “Come down slowly on this dick. No need to rush.” Behind you, Katsuki growls impatiently, wet sounds filling your ears from him stroking his cock for you. “Ignore him,” Kiri whispers. “He’ll just have to wait.” 

You listen to him, not wanting to rush and hurt yourself. You take things as slowly as you can and breathe as you come down onto Kiri’s knotted cock. You both react immediately, him to the pleasure and you to the stretch. And fuck, is it a stretch! Kiri sounds the inches you take, face red and eyes clouded from the pleasure. “One,” he softly grunts. “Two…t-three…four…” 

He grips your hips tight as you slowly come down, your body shaking and gasps leaving your lips. “Almost there, cutie,” he coos. “Don't give up now. You’re being such a good slut for me and Katsuki.” He reaches down and rubs your clit for you, helping you become wetter to take his cock all the way. Though it helps, he still feels too big; too thick; too much. You’ve never felt so full. “F-Fuck!” you whine. “Too much! It’s too…much!” 

Even when you finally sit down onto his cock, it still feels like it’s too much. Before you realize it, you’ve taken the full twelve inches of his dick. “I told you you could do it,” he breathlessly chuckles. His hand comes down onto your asscheek, smacking it. “Now fuck this cock for me. Give Katsuki something to look at.” 

You start off slow, grinding your hips into him and rocking your clit against his pelvis. Then you begin to bounce once you’ve found your rhythm, causing your titties to bounce in his face and your ass to jiggle against his lap. The only coherent words that leave your lips are swears and of Kiri’s name as you bounce on his cock. You’ve never felt anything like this before. This feeling only becomes more intense when Kiri lifts you up by your ass and lifts his pelvis to fuck you from underneath you. 

His thrusts are slow but deliberate and intense, nailing your G-spot again and again. You wrap your arms around him tight and moan into his ear, unable to hold onto your sanity anymore. You then feel Katsuki push and grind his cock up against your ass for some relief, slowly becoming crazy with the thought of feeling you wrapped around him too. “C’mon, shitty hair,” he groans impatiently. “Fuck her faster. I’m tired of waiting to fill that hole too.” 

Kiri chuckles at his partner as he continues to fuck you jackhammer style. “Patience–fuck–, man,” he huffs. “She’s really–fuck, baby–loving this. Aren’t you, kitty?” He turns to you and presses an openmouthed kiss to your lips, his tongue swirling with yours. When he pulls away, a string of saliva connects to your bottom lips, making you even wetter. 

Eventually, he does begin to fuck you harder, holding your wrists together behind your back with one hand while his other palms at your ass. Wet sounds of his cock plunging in and out of your sobbing, wet pussy fill the air along with the sound of skin slapping against skin and your moans, huffs, and whines of pleasure. Before you can even realize it, your third orgasm of the night is arriving like a train in the night, headed all full speed. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” you scream. “Oh, my God, I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!” 

“Do it then,” Kiri grunts, still pounding into you like it’s the last time he’ll be able to do so. “Do it and take all of my cum, kitty cat. Deep, deep, inside you…��� And then he finally does so, spraying your insides with his cum while you cream all over his cock, dripping down his balls. He cums with a mixture of growls and moans while you let out a loud, high whine that rips from your chest. He holds you down onto him, making you take his knot and all of his cum until he is finally drained of every ounce of it. “So much,” he sighs. “And you took all of it. Such a good girl.” 

He presses a kiss to your lips before lifting you off of him. His knotted cock is shining with your juices while your pussy leaks with his cum, so much so that it drips down your thighs. You are exhausted and winded, your body heaving and twitching from the roughness of his fucking. 

“My turn,” Katsuki grunts, already grabbing you and positioning you into all fours. You squeak, looking back at him in a panic. He rolls his eyes at you. “Relax, I’ll go slow first. I’m a werewolf, not a barbarian.” 

Before you can say anything more, he is sliding balls deep into your sensitive, sore, cum-filled pussy with all of the intention of making it even more sore and filling you up again. He begins to fuck you then, one hand dripping your breast while the other rests on your hip. Your mouth falls open as his pelvis bounces against your ass, his balls swinging against your clit. “Oh, my God,” you whine tearfully. “P-Please…t-too much! I’m s-so…so…” 

“Sensitive?” Katsuki cackles, licking his lips at how cute you are. Such an adorable, plump little slut getting fucked silly on his cock. “I know. That will make this even better. I can’t wait to make this pussy cum again.” He then goes a little faster, building up speed and enjoying the way your plump ass bounces and jiggles against his pelvis. “Can’t wait to feel you cream all over this knot, just the way a slut like you should.” 

And then he goes even faster. Harder. The man is practically railing you as he fucks you into the couch in front of Kiri. You lose the last bit of self control and sanity you have at this point, succumbing to the life of a cum slut for the werewolves. You’ve never been fucked so hard in your life. “Oh, my God!” you scream. “Oh, my God!” And at some point, you think you really see him. 

Kiri stands on his knees in front of you now, his semi-hard knot in your face. “You’re so loud, baby,” he chuckles. “Guess we need to plug up this hole too.” As your wobbly lips open, he plunges his cock into your mouth and begins to slide it against your tongue. “That’s it, take these cocks, kitty cat,” he grunts in time with Katsuki’s thrusts. “You’re doing such a good job being our little cum sleeve. Our little cockslut.” 

“That’s so fucking hot,” Katsuki growls, gripping your hips so hard that he may leave bruises along your skin. “If you’re gonna say shit like that then you’d better such that mouth for something else too.” Kiri smirks over at the blonde, lust in his eyes. “Well, since you’re suggesting…” 

Their moans silence for a moment, muffled by their wet-sounding, passionate kissing as they fuck your holes from both sides. This only makes you wetter and brings you closer to your fourth orgasm of the night. You know that after this, you can’t do another round. Tears of desperation prick your eyes as you begin to bounce yourself back onto Katsuki’s cock, needing to cum. “I’m gonna cum!” you whine around Kiri’s cock. “I’m gonna cum again! Please, please make me cum!” 

“Then admit it,” Katsuki growls. 

You look back at him and blink wildly, confused. “What?” 

“Admit that you love being yours. That you love being a cum slut for us.” His hand comes around your throat to squeeze, his eyes flashing. “Say it!” he demands, his voice coming out in a low growl. 

“I love it!” you desperately shout. “I love being a cum slut for you! Please, please, please make me cum and fill me up! I need you, daddies!” 

Katsuki and Kiri each share a look. A look that is possessive and wanton. A look that says, “Yeah…she’s definitely ours now.” “Those were the magic words, kitty cat,” Kiri coos, lifting your chin to peck your lips. “Now cum for us.” 

Katsuki begins to pound your pussy into the couch, ramming you so hard that your orgasm slams into you before your brain can process it. “Gonna cum, little kitty,” he growls. “Gonna fill you up! Fucking take it!” And you do. You have no choice. His orgasm is explosive and he cums with a growl-like roar, his cum filling you up as you cream all over his knot. Your eyes roll into the back of your head and a sob leaves your lips, all energy pulled from your body instantly. 

“Goood giiiirl,” Kiri coos, stroking your hair. “You took another load of cum just like that! Such a good fucking kitty!” He is so proud of you watching you shiver and shake all over Katsuki’s cock. Katsuki slowly pulls out, giving them both a look at the mixture of his and Kiri’s cum dripping out of your twitching pussy lips that they have fucked red. “Look at all of that,” Katsuki huffs, rolling his eyes. “Now we’ll have to clean the couch off.” 

Once he pulls out, you feel empty. And so, so tired. You can’t stop yourself from falling face first into the couch between them, feeling like you just ran a marathon around the world. 

“We’ll do that later,” Kiri sternly replies. His voice sounds muffled like he’s speaking underwater. “First we have to worry about our little kitty here.” You feel his breath fan your face and his hand gently caressing your cheek. “Y/N?” he whispers. “Can you hear us, baby?” 

You don’t know. You don’t know anything anymore. They fucked all logic out of you. All you want now is sleep. You want your bed. “Home,” you mumble. “Sleepy…Wanna…go home…” Kiri shushes you gently, stroking your hair away from your sweaty brow. “We’ll take you home, sugar,” he hushes you. “But let’s get you cleaned up first.” 

You then feel Katsuki scooping you up off of the couch, cradling you against his broad, toned chest. Some time later, you then feel warm water surrounding you from above and the wolves pressed against you as they wash your body. The scent of warm vanilla fills your nose and your fingers touch muscles as you lean against the wolves’ big bodies. 

Next, you feel Kiri’s arms around you this time as he carries you out of the shower and then soft bedsheets. You open your eyes slightly, barely slits, to see the men standing at the foot of the bed. Then suddenly, they change. Now they are full on furry, four-legged wolves, glowing eyes blinking at you in the dark bedroom. You don’t react at first, but when they start to surround the bed, you begin to whimper in fear. 

Kiri shushes you as he climbs into the bed next to you, gently licking your hand. His tongue is rough and long. He then lays on his side beside you, his furry tale curling around your foot while Katsuki takes a seat at your feet, laying on his stomach and staring at you. Kiri presses his nose to your ear, his hot breath fanning in your face as sleep comes closer and closer to eating away at the darkness behind your lids. “Rest, baby,” he whispers. “It’s okay, Y/N.” 

“Y/N.” 

“Y/N!” 

You startle awake at the sound of your name being yelled. You have no idea where you are at first as you look around the room. Though it looks familiar, you can’t place it. Your mind is too muddled to do so. 

What you realize first is that you’re in your bed. You can tell by how soft the duvet is. When your eyes finally register, you look around the bedroom and realize that you’re in your room. Your apartment. But…how? You look down at yourself, finding yourself in your costume from last night, your shoes off. “What the fuck?” you whisper. How did you get here? When did you get here? 

Several loud knocks come from outside your door, making your heart leap. “Y/N, open the door!” Mina yells like a madwoman from outside. You scramble to get out of bed, hissing slightly at the soreness of your muscles. “H-Hang on,” you call out. “I’m coming!” 

You hurry to your front door without first checking out your appearance, examining the living room as you do. Nothing is out of place. The windows aren’t open nor shattered like someone broke in. It is as you left it last night before heading to Denki’s party. 

Ignoring the roiling in your gut, yu fling open the door to find Mina looking very worried. “God, there you are!” she gasps. She throws herself at you, wrapping her arms around you. “I’ve been calling you since last night! You never got in your Uber last night, so I called the front desk to your apartment and the clerk said he never saw you come in!” 

You blink dumbly at her, letting the information process in your foggy mind. So you never came home last night. So last night did happen! ‘Did it?’ you find yourself thinking. Even now, you can’t quite remember. “How did you…get here?” you ask Mina, your brain still sluggish and confused. 

Mina stares at you, dumbfounded. “What?” she scoffs. “I drove here. I spent the night at Denki’s and sobered up after he convinced me to stay and wait for you to call. We were all freaking out, looking for you! Where the hell have you been?” 

“I…” You want to tell her you don’t know. You also want to tell her that you think you saw something last night. Or rather, somethings. Creatures. But you just can’t get to that part. You remember getting lost in the woods and getting caught in the rain, but…then what? What happened after that? Did you ever find the road? Did you walk home? No, impossible. You would’ve never done that. 

You know something happened, but you can’t remember what. It’s like an inch you can’t scratch. A puzzle piece you can’t find the space for. When you close your eyes, you see flashes of fangs and glowing eyes, startling you.

You decide to keep it to yourself and hug Mina. “I guess I just crashed last night,” you nimbly reply. “I’m so sorry, Mina. I didn’t mean to scare you.” 

Mina hugs you back tightly, giving you a sense of reality. “Just as long as you’re safe,” she sighs. 

You close your eyes again and see two smiles with glinting, sharpened teeth. “Yeah,” you say, not truly believing it. “I’m safe now.” 

THE END.

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[aaizawashouta]

Devil in Disguise

pairing: frat!naruto x fem!reader

word count: 3.9k

summary: why hide your demons when all naruto wants to do is play with them? (Modern au)

warnings: smut (18+ minors dni) fingering, slight overstimulation, oral (f receiving), p in v, cream pie a fight, slight mention of blood

a/n: happy halloween! This is ALL I’ve been able to think about.

Fraternities are the worst. It’s loud. There’s too many people, and you’re burning up in the white turtleneck bodysuit that Ino and Sakura bullied you into. This party had not been on your list of activities for the day. You went to work, being miserable on your feet for ten hours only to come home smelling like greasy food and french fries to find your roommates ready for an attack. All you wanted to do was sit on the couch in your pajamas watching some stupid ghost hunting show while handing out candy.

But when do you ever get what you want?

Sighing in irritation, you adjust the white wings that rest against your back. The headband holding up the halo above your head was digging into the space behind your ears. You only stop fidgeting with it when Sakura shoots daggers at you. Smoothing down the white sweater, you try your best to get comfortable. But it’s hard when you can’t breathe. The air is thick and hazy despite the back doors being open. The sound of laughter and yelling can be heard over the blaring music. Whoever they put as dj needs to be fired.

“Come on, slowpoke.” Ino threw over her shoulder.

You glare at her back, following the two through the crowd. A sharp glare slicing through the idiot dressed in a toga when he bumps into you. Fuck, parties suck. Sakura forges a path that leads straight to the living room. All the furniture is cleared out except where they’re playing beer pong. You bite back a groan when Kiba spots you. Even from a few feet away you can see his eyes light up.

You raise a hand before he can say anything. “I need a drink.”

He bears his teeth in a sharp grin. “Kitchen is that way, babe.”

“How chivalrous of you,” you mumble.

Of fucking course you’d have to make your way through a crowd of people to get to the kitchen. Heat runs up your neck as irritation settles over you. There’s no subtlety—you’re plowing elbows and knocking drinks out of people’s hands. There’s a multitude of names being tossed at your back, not that you care. An hour, that’s it. One game of pong to appease Kiba and you’re out of here. You came, you saw, you conquered your roommates. Halloween over.

Nothing is ever simple.

The kitchen is almost empty. Gaara and Kankuro stand next to the refreshments. You smile, knowing that they’re on guard. That’s something you actually like about this particular fraternity. They may all be dumb meatheads, but they set clear boundaries. It stems from their president, Naruto, you know. He’s a good guy, can rival the energizer bunny and is pure, honest sunshine. You can see him standing just behind the two brothers. Blue eyes taking in the party around him.

You don’t see him until he’s already on you. Empty solo cup in hand, you turn to run into a firm chest. Your brows furrow, a scowl taking up your face as you peer up that guy blocking you from everyone else. His eyes are glazed, glassy and bloodshot. He’s wearing an easy smile, but you don’t miss the bite to it. He thinks he’s a predator, and he thinks you’re an easy prey. Yeah, fucking right.

“Can I help you?”

“What drink you looking for?”

Your gaze narrows. “Don’t worry about it. I got it.”

“C’mon, sugar. Don’t be like that. L’me get you a drink.” He runs a finger down the side of your face before you’re smacking it away.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

He takes two steps forward, crowding you into the corner. Your eyes flash around him, briefly. Gaara and Kankuro are watching you closely. They know better than to interfere, you know how to handle yourself around drunk idiots who think they can fucking do what they want. When rough, clammy hands wrap around your arm and yank you forward, you almost lose your footing. You would have, if it hadn’t been for the blond stepping in front of you.

Easily Naruto pulls the unwanted grasp off of you, pushing him forward to give you enough room to escape. Your heart thundered in your ears. You stayed right there, right behind your savior.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” The blond all but snarls.

“Nothing, man. Just talking to the pretty girl.”

“Just talking, huh? Is that why you felt the need to put your hands on her? Backed her up into a corner after she told you to stop touching her?”

“I—“

He pushes the guy, making him stumble. “Get the fuck out of my house.”

It’s like a scene from a movie, moving in slow motion. You see the drunkard's face turn into pure rage, fist flying towards Naruto. He lands a punch, a solid one. A large gash splitting open on his right cheek. It starts weeping blood as you gasp. The guy swings again, Naruto dodges it, right hand grabbing it, twisting the guy’s arm before sending a first of his own. You hear the telltale crack of fist against bone as the guy falls to the floor.

“Kankuro.” He barks, getting the brunet’s attention. “Drag the fucker outside.” His voice is low and rough, and fuck if it doesn’t scream dangerous. And you’d hate to admit that it does something to you, that low voice and the blood on his knuckles and the way he stands in front of you.

You swallow thickly, watching the creep get literally dragged outside. Your gaze moves slowly from the unconscious man on the floor to the one who’s stood in front of you. His piercing blue gaze burns into you as you lift your hand and wipe away the blood that’s splattered on your cheek. That’s new. His gaze is so earnest, full of concern and slightly ticked off. The indent between his brows gives it away. Without thinking you reach out and rub it away.

“You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugs. “I know. Didn’t feel right just watching, though.”

“I’m a big girl. I could’ve handled it.”

His eyes take you in from your head to your toes. You’re more covered than most of the girls here. With the way he’s looking at you, you feel damn near naked. “Oh, I know.” He stares a moment more, hands flexing at his side like he still wants to hit the bastard.

“You going to clean that?”

“I’m alright.”

You only hum. “Come on.”

You grab the unclenched hand and pull him along behind you. He’s letting you lead him up the stairs with certainty that you know which room is his. You only know Kiba’s and that’s because you’re here tutoring him three times a week. A small tug gets you moving, Naruto now in the lead. It’s only now that you take notice of his costume, causing you to snort. His blonde hair is down, shaggy, missing its signature bandana. A brown fur piece is wrapped over one shoulder and pinned at his waist. Fucking George of the Jungle saved you in the kitchen.

Naruto leads you down the hallway, second door on the left. You watch as he pulls out a set of keys from a hidden pocket. His mouth twitches when he hears you huff out a laugh. You don't have much time to look around his room as he leads you into the connected bathroom, but the one thing you can't miss are the stacks of comic books on every open surface — his nightstand, his desk, the dresser, the floor near his open closet. You’re tempted to slow down and inspect them, to see what kind of comics Naruto Uzumaki spends his time reading, but when you look up to see him narrowing his eyes as if he's genuinely light-headed, you forget all about the books and follow him into the bathroom.

It's cleaner than you expect for a college guy, and when you close the toilet seat cover and point for him to take a seat, he doesn't argue. You drop down to your knees and open the cabinet under the sink. The peroxide and gauze pads are sitting in a basket full of first aid supplies at the very front. You grab everything you need before standing back up and organizing them on the counter beside the toilet.

"So," he says, wiping his palms on his jeans as you wash my hands. "Is it everyday that you play nurse?"

You bite back a smile as you dry your hands with a towel and turn to him. "No, not normally. I’m not usually caught as a damsel in distress." You tease, picking up a gauze pad and dousing it with peroxide.

He watches you turn toward him, and he opens his legs even more, inviting you to step up between them to get closer. You hesitate before taking a step forward, leaving a harmless amount of space between your bodies as you start to clean his face. When you realize that your arms aren't long enough to clean his wound properly from this far away, you huff, fighting the urge to roll your eyes before you take another step forward until you're positioned between his open legs. He keeps his hands on his thighs and tilts his head back to give you better access, but you don't miss the near smile on his lips.

"Fuck." He jolts back when you press the peroxide-soaked gauze to his gash.

"I'm sorry." You wince. "I'll be gentle. I'm really sorry. I just — I have to clean it."

His eyes are still screwed shut in pain, his jaw tensing as he inhales slowly. It must be deeper than it looks. You can practically feel the pain radiating from him as he takes a deep breath through his nose.

"What, uh," you speak quickly, trying to distract him. "What did— what did you mean earlier when you said ‘I know’."

His jaw tenses again, but he opens his eyes and looks up at you for a long moment before he sighs. His gaze flicks down to the gauze in your hand before closing his eyes again, as if he's preparing himself for the pain, and then he leans forward and nods for you to continue.

"Well," he says, taking the time to think about his words. His voice is deep and throaty, and you have to keep yourself focused so you don't spiral and think about all the different ways he could use his voice. Like moaning your name. Your thighs slightly rub together at the thought alone.

"Mhm," you encourage, brushing the gauze across his cheek, cleaning away the blood from everywhere but the actual wound, too nervous to hurt him again.

"Just that," he states, only this time the tension in his voice is gone. "I see you. I see you, angel." His lips quirk up, and you can see the edge of his gash open a little more when his cheek twitches. “That costume ain’t fooling anybody.”

Most of the bleeding has slowed, and you bring your hand up and place it on his cheek, rubbing your thumb lightly to relax the muscle there so he won't open his wound any further. When you glance away from the bloody injury to his ocean eyes, you finally register what it is he said.

Your face shifts. Brows furrowing, nose scrunched up in annoyance. What the fuck is that supposed to mean? You’re trying to focus on cleaning the blood around the gash without hurting him, but honestly, it's hard when your temper is starting to flare.

"Yeah, there you are," Naruto laughs, his brows raise slightly, but you ignore him as you toss the blood-soaked pad into the trash and grab a new one. "You’re not fooling anyone, are you baby?"

You sigh, holding the pad tightly in your grasp. Even with him sitting on the toilet seat he’s still a head taller than you. Looking down, you grimace when you see your outfit. You blend in more now that you did when you first got here. A final girl, moment. That drunken idiot had spit out blood and it got all over you. So much for being an angel in white.

“I can fix that, if you want.” Your eyes flash to his, but his gaze is lingering on the white bodysuit.

“I’m not done.”

“It’ll heal.”

He’s up and out of the bathroom before you could blink. You follow behind him, eyes darting around his room, but they keep coming back to watch as his muscles move and ripple with every step he takes. God, this cannot be happening to you. Not a frat bro. Not the fucking president of the stupid fraternity. What the hell is wrong with you? But it’s too late. Much too late. Because this idiot, this sunshine personified, he already fucking owns you—and he knows it. A lump forms in your throat, your body plopping itself on the edge of his bed, fingers toying with the edge of the black comforter.

“Here.” You jump at the sound of his voice, making a blond eyebrow raise.

“Thanks.”

He watches you fiddle with the shirt he handed over. It’ll swallow you whole. A dress in its own right. A hand wraps lightly around your throat, Naruto grins at the sparkle in your eye. His voice drops lower, making heat throb in between your legs. “Kinda pointless to put my shirt on when I’m going to have you naked spread out on my bed, huh angel?”

“Yeah, probably. Kinda was thinking I wanted to ride your face first, though.”

“God dammit, angel. You can’t just say things like that.”

“Come on, Naru,” you whisper, standing up to bring your face closer to his. “Bet you can make me cry with your tongue.”

“Fuck,” he mutters.

There is no preamble. There are no sweet nothings. Your skirt is yanked off, hot kisses pressed to the inside of your thighs. Moans are pulled roughly from you when he begins to suck, leaving his mark on you. Your knees rest on either side of his head. Clothed center rutting up trying to find friction. You ache, you burn. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

“This won’t be sweet,” Naruto breathes against your core, hands gripping you to hold your legs wide open, you hear the flick of his pocket knife, the one you know resides on his night stand, and fuck, you know what he’s about to do. You aren’t even angry that he’s going to destroy your clothes. Whatever gets you out of this stupid costume. “This won’t be gentle.”

The blade cuts through the fabric and you whimper.

“I know, Natu. I don’t want it gentle.”

“Think you can handle it?”

You pull his blond locks, making him groan. “Yeah, baby. I’m certain I can.”

His fingers dig into your thighs before trailing towards your core. He groans, feeling how slick you are. Curses fall from his lips, his finger running up and down your seam. Back and forth, back and forth before he shoves a finger inside you. It’s not enough. You want so much more. Need it. Your Naruto, your boyish, chaotic and mean sunshine boy knows exactly what you need. Pulling his finger out only to shove three in, you keen, hands running up his neck and into hair. Your hips are moving on their own, fucking yourself on his hand. He curves his fingers, reaching up in a ‘come here’ motion, and your thighs begin to shake. Speeding up his hand even more, Naruto starts to flick his tongue over the sensitive nub. His grasp on your thighs holds you down so you’d stop running away from him. His grip is so tight you know you’ll have bruises later. He can feel you quivering, you’re so close, but he isn’t quite done with you yet.

Pulling his hand out of you, he immediately smacks your pussy. Your hips rut up trying to chase the pleasure. He smacks it again before rubbing at your clit. You’re almost screaming from the pleasure. Hands knotted in the sheets, hips canting in the air.

“You’re sensitive tonight,”

You glare at him. “‘I wonder why.”

He laughs. “This is my fault?”

“Yeah, Naruto. It was your damn idea! A celibate angel. What a joke.”

You see the flash of his smile before his lips are crashing against yours. He’s ripping off his costume, throwing it behind him as he springs himself free. Your breath catches as you stare down at him. He’s leaking, hard, and throbbing. You pull yourself up onto your elbows as head tilting to look at him. His pupils are blown, black encompassed by a tight blue ring. It’s hot in the room, sweat slicking up every inch of available skin. You run a thumb over the tip, smearing the precum. Your nails nip at his skin and he shivers.

“Nah, all I got is a horny goddamn brat.” He says with a sharp grin.

“Watch it.”

“That’s not how we get what we want is it?” His voice is thick with want, but you can hear the underlying tone.

Pushing yourself up, you're quick to flip your positions. You hover over him, slowly running your soaked folds across him. He hisses at the feeling, sharp eyes glued to where you’re teasing him.

“If you wanted someone compliant, you came barking up the wrong tree.”

Slowly you sink down onto him. He’s almost too big. The head of his cock snags at your entrance, forcing you to start over. You breathe in nice and slow, working yourself slowly until you’re at the hilt.

“Holy fuck,” he hisses with a sharp buck, you had given him permission and he’s taking it, demanding more–needing more the second he feels the tight velvet of your sex.

“Naruto,” you whine, forehead resting against his.

He nods. He knows. He knows you need this as much as he does. You're clinging to him, hands tugging at his hair, cunt clenching around him like he’d slip free at any moment. His thrusts are slow, building a slow burn inside of you. Your toes curl because it’s just the beginning. You draw back, hips moving in a smooth tempo. You hit a good rhythm, letting yourself breathe, relax, and suck him in deeper. You’re almost where he wants you. He meets your gaze and his eyes hold something akin to mischief. You clench around him and he groans. He thrusts up a little harder than before, causing your head to fall back.

“Eyes on me,” You whimper and lift your head. “There you are, my pretty girl.”

You watch each other, a breath apart as you circle your hips and ride him nice and slow. You’re waiting for him to break. Any minute now. You go from circling your hips to lifting yourself up and down. He muffles out curses, hands gripping your hips to help you set a pace. It’s not a nice one. You flex your cunt, lower muscles bearing down as you grip him. He groans, the sound booming in the tight small space.

There’s pleasure coiling behind your pussy. “Naruto, fuck,”

“What do you need, angel?”

“Fuck me,” You whine, pulling on his hair. “Please, baby, please. I need it, need you.”

His gaze drops from your face to where he’s burying himself in your tight cunt. He nods before lifting his eyes. “Stay with me. Ready?”

You flash him a grin and he jolts, his cock twitching deep. You cling to him, desperate and a little dizzy. Your knuckles turn white with each rough, hard thrust. He slides a hand up your stomach, between your breasts so his hand can wrap itself around your throat. He loves to watch you come undone around him, and he’ll never let you forget it either. Your cheeks are flushed, pupils blown with lust, and lips parted as each of your clipped breaths turn into whimpers. He’s so big and you’re so fucking full. He fills you to the brim, cock dragging against your falls. You love every minute of it.

He hasn’t started yet. Not really, but your orgasm takes you by surprise. The course graze of his hairs against your clit. You lurch against him as a whimper escapes. You melt, boneless, like jelly. You’re loose and wet and fucking perfect. His nose presses into your cheek as he grinds into you.

“I love the way you feel when you’re coming on my cock.”

You snort, pulling yourself closer to him. Guttural grunts and low growls meet your ear. It’s a brutal taking, and you are not wet enough. Tears pool in your eyes, threatening to fall with every harsh thrust. You take what you're given, no complaints. You feel him firmly plant his feet, delivering a sharper thrust that has your head hitting the headboard. He mumbles a shitty apology (clearly not sorry at all) but his grasp on your waist is unforgivable. You’re bouncing on his cock now, meeting his every thrust. He’s deep, so deep you’re surprised you can’t taste him. You pull his hair, grinning when he hisses.

“You gonna come for me again, angel?”

Naruto knows you can’t talk. He knows you’re fucked out, gone stupid on his cock. He loves when you get like this, even better when you ask for it. You shift, opening up your legs a little wider. He groans feeling himself sink deeper into you. You’re swollen and raw and you’re living for it. Nodding, his name falls from your lips, breathless–he’s your only savior.

It builds and builds and builds until it has nowhere to go. It roars forward, jolting you, a scream ripped from your throat and your nails digging into him so hard you can feel when he starts to bleed. Naruto is right there. He holds you into place, stubble grazing your cheek. He fucks you through it, jamming himself into your searing overstimulated sex, he meets his end. His grip tightens, a low gravel filled groan comes from deep in his chest, filling you up. Shuddering he falls back against the bed, gasping for air.

“Fucking hell,” he mutters, breaking the silence.

You fall forward, hugging him tightly to you. You hadn’t realized how much you’ve been missing him until you were drunk off of him. You’re aching and sore but you refuse to move away from him. His eyes are still dark and heavy-lidded as he regards you.

“Keep me in there,” he reminds you.

“Mhm.” You hum, scratching his head with your nails. “Missed you.”

“I’m right here, angel.”

“I know, still. You haven’t been inside me in almost a month.” You lightly run a finger over his brow making sure not to touch the gash along his cheek.

“Apart from my birthday.” His words make you grin. “You’re right though, it’s been a shitty month.”

You laugh, lifting your head to kiss him. Both of you jump when someone bangs against the door of his room. You press yourself tighter against Naruto.

“If you guys are done fucking, I’d like to win a game of beer pong.”

Your eyes widen. Kiba. Naruto laughs and pulls his shirt down over your head. You adjust yourself the best you can, watching Naruto as he stands to put his costume back on. He looks back at you, sunshine pouring out of his smile.

“What am I supposed to tell people I’m dressed as now?” You ask, wrapping your arms around him.

“Mine, angel. You’re a mean, nasty brat and you’re mine.”

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[nymphoheretic]

Summary: In which you enter a Halloween costume contest and catch the eye of a certain devil.

Warnings: edging, thigh riding, use of the nickname “Angel”, fem!reader, creampie, Incubus Kyoujuro, alcohol consumption, smoking(mentioned once), biting, marking, begging, oral (both recieving), squirting, size kink, cum eating

Word Count: 5.8K

Pairing: Rengoku Kyoujuro x Fem!Reader(nymph-coded, but still x reader)

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You tugged at the short white dress of the costume you wore for Mitsuri’s Halloween party. Your best friend always threw the best parties in all of Japan and her costume parties were no different. But her roommate Shinobu was a bit more strict and did a costume check and if you didn’t pass her vibe check you would be turned away. You had decided to be an Angel.

You dressed in a short white dress that ruffled up at the end to remseble at toga, golden gladiator sandals, a halo that you rigid up on a headband, and to top it all off you made a pair of shimmering wings that were mechanized to move if you pressed a button.You wanted to win this year. You always came in second place.

Walking up the steps to Mitsuri’s place,you knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer. It took a while since the music was so loud, but your pink haired best friend soon opened the door with a wide smile on her face. She was dressed as a water nymph, her long pink and green ombre hair left to cascade down her back like a waterfall. 

“Sweetheart! You made it!” She squealed happily before stepping out to hug you tightly. “And you look so hot.” She winked as she led you inside for Shinobu’s expectations.

You caught sight of the young woman, her purple eyes scanning over someone with long red-tipped blonde hair he had tied up into a ponytail, thin, black leather wings sewn into the material of his black vest that fluttered every now and then. Long elegantly curved horns seemed to grow from his scalp as you could not detect a headband.’His costume is really good, but mine is better.’ you thought as you followed Mitsuri over to the dark-haired woman dressed as a butterfly queen, shimmering wings floating behind her as she wore a sleek green dress.

Shinobu nodded her head, signing off on the young man and letting him through the roped off area and into the party. Her violet eyes landed on you and a warm smile spread over her lips. “Glad you could make it, darling.” Her eyes turned calculating as she scanned over your costume. You pressed the hidden button, making your wings unfurl and flutter gently against your back. Shinobu tapped her pen against her lip before her smile turned warm again. “You may enter.”

You rushed over to hug Shinobu tightly, laughing with her as You did so. You knew she was going to let you inside regardless, but she had to keep up her formality. You waited for her to open the roped off area and walked inside the party with Mitsuri. You were immediately surrounded by the vibrating music and flashing lights. You glanced over to your friend and found her talking to some black-haired guy with two different colred eyes. “Mitsuri!” you yelled over the music, but she couldn’t hear you. You sighed and decided you needed a drink to lossen up some. You were being too stiff.

Walking over to the mini bar, you ordered a coke and Gin. After paying for your drink, you nursed it while trying to let the music slowly overtake your body. The alcohol was making its course through your body. You started dancing a little more, your short dress riding up your  thighs as you moved your hips to beat. You smiled when someone walked behind you and grabbed your hips leaning in to whisper if they could dance with you. You turned around and saw that it was the man who entered before you, his horns gleaming in the strobe lights. 

You smiled. He was devilishly handsome with long blond hair that was tipped with red and eyes that were the color of flames. “Sure.” you said as you continued to sway your body to the music.

-0-0-0

Kyoujuro sat down at the table in the corner of the room, his eyes scanning over his potential victims. He was staring and needed to replenish his energy before he was sent back to the demon realm. His wings fluttered agitatedly as he growled at the lack of tasty looking energies. None of them looked like they would satisfy him for long. He leaned back into the cushioned couch, tossing his arms over the back of it. He flicked his hand and his packet of smokes flew into his palm.

As he lit and took a drag of the magical energy that he’s been using to sustain himself. He growled low in his chest. He was going to be forced back to the relam soon if he didn't find a suitable source of energy. He crushed the remainer of the cigar in his hand, making the packet fade back into nothing. He needed a drink. Maybe that would help calm him down.

 As he walked to the mini bar, he felt it. An immense amount of energy. Enough to satisfy by just being near it. He glanced over in the direction and nearly hissed. It was an Angel. No? He narrowed his eyes and took a better look at your energy. It was just a costume with wings that are rigged to move.

A smile slowly spread over his face as he watched you order a drink. He did the same, “Whiskey on the rocks.” He slid the bartender a ten before taking a seat where he could keep an eye on his little Angel. Kyoujuro was mesmerized by the way you slowly let the alcohol take over, swaying your body to the beats of the music. 

You were intoxicating to watch as you danced. He noticed that all eyes were on you as you moved your hips seductively to the music, your drink’s straw nestled between your pretty lips. He made up his mind. He was feeding from you tonight no matter what. Swirling his drink in front of him, the ice clinking in the glass, he continued to watch you slowly becoming more open and willing as the alcohol corsed through your system.

Kyoujuro tipped the rest of his whiskey back, the burn barely affecting him as he kept his gaze on his prey. Slowly he moved over to you , nearly ripping the arm of another man who dared to try to approach you. He placed his hands on your hips and pulled you flush against his front. He leaned in to whisper seductively in your ear, “Care to dance with me, Angel?” 

When you looked back at him, he was intraced by your eyes as you scanned over his. He gave you one of his charming smiles and when you nodded and gave your consent he held onto your hips more tightly and began to sway with you.

He was slowly becoming drunk on your scent and the addicite taste of your energy. It was so potent that he could taste it in the air around you. You must have a lot of desires. Desire he will happily oblige in with you once he swoons you into his bed. He danced with you for a few songs, the intoxicating smell of your growing arousal making his mouth water. You wanted him and he most definitely wanted you . Spinning you around, so that you faced him, he stared into your eyes. “You’re beautiful, Angel.”

A light giggle left you when this handsome stranger called you beautiful. He was the beautiful one with hair that looked to be spun from gold and dipped in rubies that he had pulled into a high ponytail. His eyes were like fire, a mysterious mixture of gold and red; he looked like he was built by the gods. The only blemish he had was an angry looking scar over his left eye. “You’re not too bad looking yourself, Devil.”

Kyoujuro cracked a smile as he slowly ran his hands over your soft curves, pulling you closer to his body. “Actually I’m an Incubus.” He corrected, although he knew you were referring to his “costume”. You were going to be his no matter what tonight. Leaning in he brushed his lips over your earlobe, “Why don’t you let me buy you another drink, little fireball?” he purred out the nickname as his hands wandered to your ass, giving it a light squeeze.

You  gasped at his boldness, but found it very sexy. The gin from earlier was already making you feel more bold so you smiled and nodded. “If you insist.” You  grabbed his hand and pulled him off the dance floor and back to the mini bar.

You  ordered another coke and Gin, smiling as you  thanked the bartender when he handed you the glass. You  sipped at my drink, enjoying the slow burn and warmth that spread throughout your body from it. You watched him order whiskey on the rocks and he placed his hand on your lower back to lead you over to a more secluded area. “So are you going to tell me your name?”

A grin curled at his lips as he took a sip from his glass. “If I tell you, you’d be screaming all night.” he said with a flirty wink, spreading just a bit of his magic in the air. Not enough that you wouldn’t be able to consent to the ordeal, but enough to bring your own true desires out.

A soft giggle left you at his flirty joke. He was so damn handsome. You weren't expecting someone so good looking to be here. You  took another sip of your drink, the toxins fueling your next words, “And what if I want to scream it. Ever think about that, Mr. Incubus?” you teased as you  placed your hand on his knee. you’ve never been this bold before and you liked it. Yo squeaked when the mysterious man suddenly reached for you and pulled you down into his lap, your thighs straddling his hips.

Kyoujuro looked up at the angel straddling him, a seductive smile nestled on his lips. “Be careful there, Angel. I’ll eat you alive.” His large, calloused hands gripped at your soft thighs, thumbs rubbing circles into the flesh. He smiled when you leaned in and placed your forehead on his, lips mere inches from his.

“Is that a promise?” you inquired playfully, your hands sliding into his hair, the soft strands tickling the webs of your fingers. “Or a threat?” you closed the distance bewteen you two and connected your lips to his.

You felt drunk on him and you  knew that you weren’t that intoxicated. You could handle your liquor. Why were you so attracted to his man? You felt his hands creep from around your thighs to rest on your ass, which he gave a firm squeeze. Your dress had ridden up and was barely covering your panties as you grinded down on him.

He grabbed your hips and shifted you until you were straddling one of his thighs. “Ride my thigh, Angel. I want to see you come updone without me touching you.” He rocked you on his muscular thigh, bouncing his leg slightly to rub against your clothed clit. 

Kyoujuro kissed you again, swallowing your cries as his tongue stroked over yours. He wanted to feel your arousal drench his pants leg, to smell it on his clothing before he tasted of you. One of his hands found its way to the back of your neck and he yanked your head back to deepen his kiss. You were addictive and he wanted more.

You moaned into his mouth as you rubbed yourself down deeper on his thigh, your sensitive clit being stimulated by your clothing. Yor dripping hole clenched around nothing as it began drooling. “Ah, fuck...” you whined, hating that you didn’t know his name yet: Here you were; riding some stranger’s thigh at a Halloween party. Your hands clenched into the material of his vest. “Y-your name...please?” you pleaded, your walls clenching and unclenching, spasming wildly. “N-need to know your name.”

Kyoujuro pulled you down deeper onto his thigh, feeling your slick seep into his pants as he bounced his leg and made you grind down. His lips trailed over your jaw to your neck, where he sucked a mark there. He heard your pleas for his name and smirked against your flesh. “Kyoujuro.” He purred against your neck, nipping at the skin with sharpened canines.

“Kyou...juro...” You moaned out, testing his name out on your tongue and liking the way it felt. “Fuck...I’m going to cum.” you whined as you moved your hips, humping against his musclar thigh. You reached for him and grabbed the back of his head, pressing his face into your chest. “Ahn~ Feels so good, Kyou.” your body shuddered with the first onslaught of your orgasm.

He could not hold back anymore; hearing his name fall from your lips in such a lewd voice was such a turn on. Kyoujuro wrapped his arms around your body and lifted you up. He then speed walked over to one of the many empty rooms of the building. “You’re mine tonight, Angel.” He pulled the dress off yorur body, the wings falling off as he did so. 

Deciding he liked seeing your legs wrapped up in those sexy gold gladiator heels, he left them on. “You’re so sexy, little one.” He breathed in the heady scent of your arousal and was hooked on it. You were the one. The one he could feed off of for the rest of his existence.

You looked into his mesmerizing eyes as you pulled at his clothing, wanting him to be just as bare as you. “Clothes off now.” you demanded, you wanted to see his body so badly. 

Kyoujuro quickly willed away his wings as he pulled off his vest and red button down before attaching his lips back to yours in a fevered kiss. His tongue licked at your mouth, sliding past your lips to languish stroke with your wet cavern. His hands moved up to cup your breasts, weighing them in his palms. 

He pinched at your nipples until they hardened under his touches. Swallowing each and every one of your moans, one hand trailed down your soft stomach down to the apex of your thighs. “Already so wet for me, my sweet.” He purred as his index finger swiped over the front of your covered pussy.

You tossed your head back against the pillow as he played with your body. Fuck, his hands felt so good. You stole a peek at his body and your mouth watered. Not only was he drop dead handsome, his body was like the god scuplted it from the finest of marble. “Holy shit...” you whispered, your thighs clenched together at the sight in front of you. “Fuck...you look so good.” you whined when he leaned in and licked a line down your neck. “Kyoujuro...”

His tongue followed the path down your neck to your heaving chest as he swiped his finger over your panty clad cunt once more. “What do you want me to do?” He asked against your skin, hit tongue lapping at the salty flesh as he spoke. He wanted to hear you beg and whine some more for his touch. It would make your energy taste even sweeter when he consumed it knowing that you truly wanted this. He nudged your clit through your panties as he spoke his next words. “Tell me how much you want me. How much you want my fingers, my cock inside you.”

“Please?” you pleaded, arching your back and wrapped your legs around his waist. You were not too shy to beg for what you wanted and you wanted him. You needed him to touch you. To fuck you so good that you would be ruined for anyone else. “I want you to touch my pussy. I need to feel your fingers so deep inside me and to make me cum.” you wrapped your arms around his neck, treading your fingers in his hair once more. “Then I need you to use that big dick of yours to fuck me stupid. I wanna be so cockdrunk on you, Kyoujuro.”

Kyoujuro was pleastantly surprised at your lack of shyness. You truely were going to be a feast and he was going to partake in it. “Your wish is my command, Angel.” He slid your panties to the side and pushed two, thick fingers inside your warm, velvety walls. Fuck...you were so wet and all just for him. He pulled his fingers out, your slick clinging to them as he sucked them into his mouth. “Umai...” he said, rolling his tongue over his long digits. You tasted so sweet. He wanted to taste it directly from the source.

You let out a whimper when Kyoujuro slid down your body until his face was level with your core. You sat up slightly to watch as he slipped his tongue out and licked up your pussy lips. You tossed your head back and let out a shuddering gasp, your  hands flying to his ponytail to keep him in place. You slowly began to grind your hips against the force of his tongue. “Yes....” You hissed out, loving the way his mouth felt on you. “Just like that Kyou. Oh fuck...”

“Such a filfy mouth for an Angel.” Kyoujuro chucked against your folds, sending vibrations straight to yourr clit. His tongue moved up to lash at that sensitive nub, teasing it with quick licks. His fingers pushed back inside your clenching insides and he scissored them, stretching you out in preparation for his cock. 

He could not wait to be inisde you, wrecking your insides, but he wanted, no, needed for you to cum on his tongue. He wanted to taste your sweet honey as it coated his tongue. His hand slapped softly at your thighs, urging you to let him taste more of you.

Your hands slid up from the base of his ponytail to touch at the horns that curled at his head. I traced my fingers over that hard exterior before going back into his soft hair. You pulled the hairtie out of his ponytail to let the crimson tipped locks fall down his back and face. Your back arched off the bed once more as his tongue teased at your clit again. “Oh fuck.” you keened, “Just like that.” Your thighs started trembling as your clit throbbed, pulsing almost as your oragsm neared. ”I'm going to cum soon. Oh please, Kyou?”

Kyoujuro decided he liked the way you begged so earnestly for him. He pulled back and gathered saliva in his mouth and spat on your clit before using two fingers to thrust inisde you. The lewd noises your pussy made brought a smile to his face as he watched every expression that crossed yours. 

“You want me to fuck you, my pretty Angel?” He asked sweetly, his actions betraying his tone of voice. His fingers twisted and curled while inside of you, stroking over that rigged patch of flesh. “Tell me how badly you want my cock?” his tonuge flicked over your sentisitve button again before his lips closed over it and gave it a harsh suck.

You panted as he edged you closer to your orgasm. “Please, Kyoujuro!” you nearly yelled, not caring if anyone would hear you. Not like they would, the music from the party was already so loud. “Please fuck me. I need you to fuck me. I need to be fucked stupid by you, please?” You wailed as your orgasm shook through your body, leaving you in hot streams of warm liquid, spraying over his chin and pooling under you.

 “More...” you whined. “I need more, please?” Your words were slowly becoming more slurred as you felt drunk on him. You’ve never had an orgasm that intense before. Never has a man made you squirt before. He truly is a devil.

Kyoujuro greedily drank every drop you had to offer, not wanting to let a single drop of your sweet nectar go to waste. He grinned as he licked his lips clean of your juices and removed his slick coated fingers, a string of it still connecting his digits to your clenching hole. He slid his tongue out and sucked his fingers into his mouth. 

He hummed as your flavor exploded over his taste buds once more. “Umai.” he said simply, gazing down at her as he undid his belt. Sliding the leather out of his belt loops, he tied it around yourr wrists gently so as to not cut off your circulation. “Shh, my angel.” He kissed your lips once more. “I’ll release you once I’ve had my fun.”

You whined softly when he bound your hands with his belt. You wanted to touch him too. “Kyou, please,” you said, pulling at the leather makeshift cuffs. “I want to be able to Ah~” Your words were cut off when he slid his pants down, freeing his large dick. The wet tip slapped against his stomach, leaking delicious pre-cum. 

He pulled your head down onto his cock and you knew why he bound my hands now. He wanted to feel only your throat around him. You smirked, wrapping your lips more securely around his thick length. You bobbed your head up and down on him, feeling the bulbous tip reach the back of your throat. You relaxed your throat muscles to let him slide in even deeper and then you hummed.

“Fuck!” Kyoujuro cursed. This little Angel was fucking filthy. He almost thoguht you were a succubus in disguise, but your delicious sexual engery told him differently. He was feeling his powers grow stronger with each time you came. His hands caressed your face as you sucked down his cock so earnestly, so greedily. “Fuck little one. You’re trying to suck me dry.” His dick twitched when you hummed and he reached under you and pinched a hardened nipple, rolling it in his fingers. 

You let out a small squeal when he pinched at your sensitive nipples, but didn't falter in your task. You wanted him to cum. You needed to taste him. You released him with a pop before running your tongue over the sensitive tip. You were able to manuver your hands to grip his cock and rubbed the shaft, trying to force an orgasm out of him onto your open tougue. “Please? Cum in my mouth, Kyoujuro. I want to taste you.”

Who was he to deny such a request from his beautiful angel? Kyoujuro felt his balls tighten up when he felt your pretty mouth wrap back around the head of his dick and gave it a tender suck. “Ugh, fuck, you little fireball. You want me cum that badly?” At your soft nod as you ran your tongue over the underside of his heavy cock, he grabbed the sides of your head and pulled you down until your nose was flushed with his pelvis. “Then take it. Take all of it and don’t spill a drop.”

You nearly gagged when the first thick ropes of cum hit the back of your throat, quickly filling your mouth, but you greedily swallowed all he had to offer. His taste was addicting; almost sweet tasting with a hint of saltiness. You wanted more. You craved it. You suckled his cock for more, lapping at the tip for any remaining drops that lingered. You pulled back, releasing his dick with another pop and looked at him with pleading eyes and held out your wrists.

Kyoujuro cracked a smile. You were becoming his greedily little cockdrunk angel. And he hasn’t even used that much of his powers; these were your own desires for him. He reached for the belt and pulled it away from your arms. Once you were free, the incubus pulled you into his lap, kissing you deeply. 

“You’re mine, Angel. Mine to claim. Mine to fuck. Mine forever. Got it?” At your eager nod, Kyoujuro lined his cock up with your drooling hole. “So wet and eager for me, little one.” He grabbed hold of your hips and slowly eased you down on his thick length, splitting you open on his cock.

Your head fell backwards as he stretched you out so nicely. The burn felt so damn good as you took him inside. It was almost too much for you to handle, but you’d be damned if you asked him to pull it out. It felt so damn good. The mind numbing pleasure was so good. “Fuuck.” you whined, when this thick tip pressed tightly against my cervix and he wasn’t even in all the way. “You’re so big, Kyoujuro...It won’t fit.”

A smile cracked at his lips as he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck. “Yes...” he hissed out, pulling your hips down. “It will fit. I’ll make it fit, pretty angel.” He thrust his hips up into yours, sheathing the last few inches of his cock within you, your back arched deeply and pressing your breasts against his chest. 

“See?” He cooed, petting your back and slowly grinding his hips into yours to let her get used to his size. He kissed away any tears that dripped down your face. “There. There.” He cooed, giving you a small thrust and causing a jolt of pleasure to shoot down your spine. “You said you wanted my cock. That you wanted me to fuck you and leave you so cockdrunk, right?” Then, the incubus leaned in to nibble on your ear, his fangs sliding down as he slowly shifted into his true form.

You  whine out a gasp as his hands wrapped around your hips slightly as he thrust up into you. He was too big, it almost hurt to have the fat tip bruising your cervix; bullying it. Tears fell down your face, which he promptly kissed away with such tenderness, like he knew he was stretching you out to the point where it nearly hurt. 

You tried to relax your tensed muscles, breathing in your nose and out your mouth. You placed your hands on his shoulders for leverage and slowly began to bounce on his lap. Sparks of pleasure lit up your body as you slowly became accustomed to his size. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you took your own pleasure from him, his hands resting on your hips as a guide. “F-fuck...K-Kyou...so full.” you babbled.

“Hmm...” he hummed as he lowered his head, hair falling over his shoulder as his markings slowly appeared on his face, neck, chest and arms. The beautiful swirls of red painted his skin in intricate markings of the incubi. His wings materialized on his back and a thin red tail swished behind him like a whip. Fuck, you were so addicitive and all his. He was not going to let you slip through his grasp. “Fuck...your pussy is so good, baby. So good for me. Squeezing me so tightly.”

You didn’t notice Kyoujuro’s transformation, you were too busy taking your own pleasure from his cock. Your needy, clenching cunt demanded it. You bounced faster as you could feel your release nearing. “Oh my gods, Kyou. Gonna cum. Fuck, right there. Right there. Don’t stop. Don’t you fucking stop.” Your back arched as your thighs burned from the overuse, but you didn’t stop. You were so close, you could almost taste it. You wrapped your arms around his neck and bit down on his shoulder as you continued to stroke your pussy over his dick, using it for your own pleasure.

The incbus let out a low growl when your dull teeth embedded in his shoulder as he sped up his thrust, bucking into your tight little hole. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” He groaned out. Kyoujuro needed you to cum one more time for him. Then he‘d gladly fill your cute little pussy full of his cum. 

He reached down and pressed his thumb against your clit, rubbing fast circles over. “Cum for me, Angel. Come for your devil.” Even though he was an incubus, calling himself a devil seemed to fit more. The demon felt your velvety walls begin to spasm around his length, fluttering so beautifully. He bounced you harder, aiding your orgasm as he bit into the jucntion of your neck and shoulder, being mindful of his fangs. He didn’t want to mark you as his without your explicit permission. 

You panted as your orgasm hit you, washing over your trembling body and leaving in another spray of hot liquid. You removed your teeth from his flesh and pulled away from his shoulder. A gasp left you as you stared at the most beautiful creature you’ve ever seen.”Kyou...” you whispered. “Is this what you really look like?” you arched your brow as your body felt sluggish from experiencing your fourth orgasm that night. You watched as he blinked before shifting back into his more human form, his curved horns remaining.

Kyoujuro did not know his true form had come out. You must truly be the best lay he’s ever had if it made his disguise fall apart. “Does it scare you, Angel? That I'm really a devil in disguise?” He waited for your answer; waited for you to climb off his lap. Kyoujuro has already gained a significant amount of energy from you. Enough to sustain his form for many months, but he wanted you and only you. But if you did not want him, he would wipe your memories and let you go.

Leaning in, you placed your lips on his, kissing him softly. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had. I’d be stupid to not want you.” you said, pulling his head down to your breasts by his horns. “Now finish what you started, my demon.” you sighed when he flashed you a fanged grin before pushing you down on your back. 

You let out a whine when he pushed your legs up on his shoulders before leaning down to lock you in his hold. The tip of his cock brushed against your entrance teasingly as he placed his lips on mine. “Kyou, please. Don't tease me.” you moaned, wiggling your legs uselessly.

He dipped the tip inside for a few moments before pulling back. “Tell me you’re mine.” Kyoujuro said. He needed to hear that you wanted to be his. The only being he could ever feed from. To be his forever. “Tell me that I’m the only one who can feed off of your energy, please, Angel.”

You leaned your head up and kissed his lips. “You’re the only one I want to feed from me, Kyou.” you grinned at him. “Now fuck me stupid.”

Kyoujuro grinned down at you, his cock twitched at your words. The same time he pressed his lips back down on you, he pushed the fat head of his dick insde your welcoming folds. He quickly set a steady pace, his hips pumping in and out. The tip of his length pressing against your cervix, bruising and bullying it, and making your insides melt around his cock. You felt so good wrapped so tighly around him that he couldn’t stop himself from wanting to spill his seeds inside of you.

Your moans echoed through the room as the wet sound of your fucking mixed with them. The lewd noises your bodies made was so erotic as they bounced off the walls. You could feel your body let out a little bit of liquid with every thrust Kyoujuro pumped into you, helping him slide even deeper inside.  

You opened your mouth in a series of moans and broken bits of his name, ignoring the burn in your lower back from the mating press you were in. The stretch felt so good and to know that you would be the only one to have this thrilled you; you felt a sense of satisfaction. No one else gets his cock. It was for your pussy only.

“Fuck, little one.” He cursed, his heavy balls slapping against your ass with each hard thrust. “I'm going to cum.” He kissed you slowly, tenderly as his tongue stroked languidly over yours. “Can, I do it inside?” he asked, his dick throbbing, begging to be released inside your womb. “Please angel, let me fuck you good and cum inside.” He felt your walls constrict around him, fluttering and pulsing as your orgasm neared. “Angel...my cute little Fireball. Say yes. And let me claim you as mine.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his face into the junction of your neck and shoulder. “Make me yours Kyou. Cum inside and make yours.” No sooner than you spoke those words, sharp fangs embedded into your shoulder and I came hard from the bite. 

Hot liquid gushed out of you and soaked his lower abdomen and dripped down your thighs to pool under your ass. Your body immediately went limp as your fifth orgasm of the night left tiny aftershocks in your body as Kyoujuro continuously pumped within you until his hips locked.

Thick, white ropes painted your insides as he bit down on your shoulder, marking you as his for as long as you lived. He partook in your orgasmic energy, getiing drunk off the power of it. He carefully pulled his fangs out of the wound, sealing it with the tip of his tongue. He watched as the puncture wounds shifted into a flame-like symbol and a smile tipped at his lips. You were his and his alone. 

He gave a few gentle thrusts, feeling the mixture of his and your cum gush out of your cute little cunt. “You’re mine.” He kissed your sweaty forehead. “Mine forever.” He let your legs down as he slid out of your sweet, warm walls. He used his fingers to push his seed back inside when it leaked out. “Let’s put that back where that belongs.” He smirked when you let out a short moan as he pushed his fingers in deep. 

“Kyou...” you cooed. “Cuddle me, please?” Your neck burned a little and your body was drained. You had no energy left. You wanted to be held.

Kyoujuro chuckled as he scooped his little angel up into his arms and held you to his chest as he turned back the covers of the bed. Once he laid you both down, he covered you and pressed soft kisses to your face. “I’m never letting you go, my cute little Angel.”

“I think I prefer the nickname Fireball more.” you yawned. “I'm not always an angel.” Your eyes closed for a second before they snapped back open. “FUCK! The contest!”

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Silver Bullet

Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader, Helmut Zemo x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,670 Masterlist

Summary: The best night of the year, Halloween, turns into a night you just want to forget. PART 1/4.

Warnings: werewolves, cheating, backstabbing best friend, Zemo is a whore, truly.

Red cloaks filled the crowd. This years Halloween parade theme being Dracula. Rob Zombie blared through speakers anchored to lampposts. You and your friends all wore matching costumes, collectively going as the wives of Dracula. It was a good excuse to wear the hottest outfits you could find. Most people paled their skin with white face paint, and molded little pieces of wax to their teeth.

Not you, you wore basically nothing for your costume. Each friend had a different color of fabric, that was loosely draped and cinched around your body. The best way to describe it would be a Greek toga, instead of linen it’s sheer silk, leaving nothing to the imagination. You all wore the same gold collar, a dragon etched on the front; curtesy of the blue bride, Miranda’s, 3D printer.

You didn’t plan on staying, you all agreed to be a part of the parade, once that was over, you were all headed to Zemo’s annual Halloween masquerade. You don’t think he particularly liked having hundreds of people flooding his property every year. But having the biggest house in town was a blessing and a curse. He hosted most festivities for your rather large population of teens and young adults.

You had a fascination with the bachelor. He inherited the mansion, land and money from his grandfather, skipping over his father completely. His family was prominent in the community, both of his parents having a chair at city hall. They volunteered at the food bank and donated to every shelter. Any sane person would think they deserved the money in a way. So why Zemo?

You made it to the party late, everyone leaving the house for the back yard. Zemo had the trees lighted and a dance floor built, always prepared for a celebration. Your friends ditched you as soon as you all got drinks, saying they were going to find their boyfriends. Leaving you to explore the surrounding woods alone.

You nearly drop your red solo cup when you see Zemo pressing Miranda against a tree, practically swallowing each others faces. Tears of betrayal sting your cheeks. She knew you had a crush on him, and she has a boyfriend anyways. You stalk away in anger, losing the trail but not caring. You found a tree far enough from the party that no one would hear your sobs.

You downed the cup filled halfway with vodka, a drop of orange juice for flavor. It dried your tears quickly, leaving your whole body warm. “Stupid.” You say, standing up and brushing the leaves off your dress. “Stupid for liking Zemo.”. You agreed whole heartedly with that. “Stupid for thinking Miranda was my friend.” That’s what hurt the most.

In the midst of your self hate you failed to notice a looming figure. “You’re not stupid.” You jolt, throwing the plastic cup in the direction of the stranger. “Sorry, you scared me.” You giggle, when you see it’s just a guy from the party wearing a phantom of the opera mask.

“It’s okay.” He reaches down and picks up the liter. “Gotta keep our forests clean.” He waves the red in the air. You give him a dry laugh. Men are scary and being alone in the woods with a stranger was causing every alarm in your brain to siren. But the vodka numbed your sense of fear.

“I should get going.” You say, turning and trying to step around the tree. Before you could, the stranger steps closer. “Should you?” He says deeply. He’s close enough now that you can see his piercing blue eyes behind the mask. They render you speechless, the way the moonlight shone off them, put you in a trance. You shake your head, too focused to verbally answer him.

“See, you’re not so stupid after all.” He teases. You have no reaction. His words didn’t fill you with pride or embarrassment. Your veins filled with the distinct warmth of feeling safe. You don’t know where it came from, your body was irrationally reacting to him. You should be shaking with fear and trying to get back to the party, not calmly standing here waiting for something to happen.

It felt like you were locked inside a body that wasn’t yours. It was being controlled by some outside force. You let him reach for you, never flinching away. Your body produced goosebumps where his fingertips grazed your skin. “You’re so beautiful. I’d hate to ruin that.” You nod your head, not even thinking of a single way he could ruin your beauty. Your mind was blank, you couldn’t even say thank you.

“Promise me you won’t resist, once it happens.” You knew nothing of what he spoke, but again you feel your neck bow to him, nodding in agreement. The masked man looks up at the moon, reveling in its fullness. “Are you prepared for no return?” You agree with a nod, now you know you were fully possessed by something. His words should send you running, but a small voice in the back of your head says you would never.

He steps closer again, grabbing fistfuls of your gown, cinched at your waist. “You have to say it. Say I have permission.” His voice was desperate and darker than before. You try to find the words but the influence he had on you was slowly fading, the way he started pressing you against the tree brought you back to your senses. He holds your hips in place as he nuzzles his face into your neck, taking a long deep breath.

The stubble on his chin tickled you and you had to remind yourself yet again that this is a masked stranger in the woods. Even though your senses were coming back, the way his hands lit a fire inside of you was enough to make you not care. That fire pooled lower and lower the closer he got to you. He smelled like a mix of musk and pine. You couldn’t tell if it was him or the trees surrounding you. But it made your mouth water, filling you with a want to taste his skin, just to be sure.

He raises his hand to cradle your cheek, “Please.”. He caught your eyes again, boring into them with an assured look. He focuses on your lips “Just say the words.”.

“I give you permission.” You say them without thinking of the consequences. He sealed your fate by closing the gap between your faces. Pressing his lips to yours. You moved your lips in sync with his, using your free will to wrap your arms around his neck. Before it could go any further the man disappeared. You felt him pull away, when your eyes opened to see why, he was already gone. You searched the surrounding woods with your eyes, there was no sign of him.

You grab your head, wondering if you drunkenly hallucinated. The moisture on your mouth and in your underwear was foolproof evidence that it really just happened. But you still began to question its validity.

You hear a twig snap somewhere near you, in hopes that it was the magnetic stranger you followed it, rounding an old fallen tree you spot a black dog. It was rather large in stature, must be a purebred if it’s that big. You knew an expensive dog wouldn’t be wandering the woods collarless. And you couldn’t remember if Zemo ever mentioned having any pets.

You stepped closer, never fearing animals. You loved dogs, you had a few of your own at your parents house. “Here boy.” You kneel down, reaching out your hand. It finally gives you its attention. Immediately showing his sharp canines, snarling loudly. “Oop.” You stand up and slowly back away, knowing the signs of an agitated dog.

When your view of it is blocked by the tree you turn around and sprint away. Not wanting to receive a rabies shot on Halloween night. You see the lighted trees nearing. That’s when you heard it, rhythmic thumbing coming from behind you. When you turn around you let out a scream, the dog is already pouncing on you, knocking you to the ground. You tray to scramble away. You see people’s feet running towards your screams.

The dog latches its mouth onto your leg, when you try to rip it away it only sinks its teeth deeper. You see Zemo come to your aid with a pool cleaner net, swinging it at the dog. “Get away.” He shouts, he ends up cracking the dog on top of his head with the plastic pole. It yelped, causing your leg to fall out of his mouth. He ran for cover, disappearing into the woods. Zemo drops to his knees beside you, shedding his jacket to wrap it around your bleeding leg.

“Are you okay?” Your eyes full with tears, embarrassment was an understatement. You didn’t want to face Zemo or Miranda. You didn’t want to see all the party goers pity filled faces either. You stood up, sucking a breath between your teeth at the pain. You limped past everyone giving eachother confused glances. Ignoring Zemo and Miranda’s fake concern.

You called your dad, sitting on the curb infront of the house. He rushed you to urgent care, spending the rest of the night with you in the waiting room. You were fine in the morning, a shot and a round of antibiotics set you on your way to recovering. You took ibuprofen for the pain. You called off of work for the rest of the week, needing to stay off your feet.

When you returned the next Monday, your boss told you there was a new bus boy. You waited tables all day before you finally saw him. Clocking in and disappearing to wash dishes. He was cute, dark brown hair and light stubble. He didn’t introduce himself to you or Mary, the other waitress, odd. But you had a feeling the little diner would grow on him eventually.

#avengers fanfiction #bucky barnes #bucky barnes fanfiction #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x y/n #mcu #avengers #fanfic #bucky x y/n #fanfiction #bucky barnes smut #bucky barnes x reader #werewolf bucky barnes #werewolves #werewolf!au #werewolf!bucky #monster!au #monster hunter #helmut zemo #zemo x reader

[candycandy00]

The League of Villains Halloween Horror Anthology Sign Up

This is the sign up post for the first annual League of Villains Halloween Horror Anthology!

The deadline to sign up for this event is September 30th! Please keep that in mind!

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What it is:

The anthology will be various fanfics and fanart of League of Villains members reimagined as horror creatures/icons/characters, to be posted throughout October of this year. I thought it would be a fun way to get us all in the spooky Halloween mood.

This is an adults-only event! Please do not sign up unless you have your age listed in your bio or pinned post! Minors do not interact!

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Rules:

You can make fanfic or fanart, or both! But each piece must feature a League of Villains member (past or present, but only one per piece) as a horror creature/icon/character, such as a vampire or a masked killer. They have to be the source of the horror, so no zombie fics where the character is fighting zombies. If you pick zombie as your horror creature, the character you pick has to be a zombie.

Multiple people can claim each character, so if we get 30 Dabi fics, so be it. However, only one person can claim each horror icon for the medium you chose. So if someone already signed up for one of the characters as a vampire in a fic, you can’t sign up for a character (even a different one) as a vampire in a fic. You can sign up for a vampire in a fanart, provided no one else has. I will do these on a first come, first serve basis. So the first person to claim a given creature will get it. If a lot of people sign up and I feel like we’re legitimately running out of horror tropes, I might bend this rule a bit. Also! You can be specific to differentiate between creatures. Like an undead pirate is different from a regular zombie, and so on.

Fanfics can be X Reader or not. They can be NSFW/smut, or not. That’s up to you! If you choose Toga as your character, only write/draw SFW pieces for her, as she is a minor. It doesn’t matter if you age her up. You don’t have to make your piece horror, but it’s encouraged. This is a Halloween anthology after all. At the very least, a spooky vibe should be present, even if your piece is overall light hearted. Likewise, you don’t have to set the story on or around Halloween, but it would be nice to have some works that do so.

You can post your piece any time in October. From the first day of the month to the last. Ideally, the pieces will be spread out a bit throughout the month, but I’m not assigning anyone specific days. Just post it whenever you want in October.

If you sign up, but decide to drop out, that’s fine! This is a zero pressure event. You don’t even have to explain why. All I ask is that you send me a message or Ask letting me know so that I can remove you from the sign up list. Someone else might have wanted to write about the creature you chose, but couldn’t because you picked it.

When you post your piece, use the tag #lovhalloweenhorror. Feel free to use the tag before then! Use it to talk about the piece you’re working on, use it to post sketches or previews! Heck, use it even if you just plan to enjoy the fan works! Use it to talk about things you’d like to see/read as a viewer. Anything goes! Let’s build up some excitement!

As works begin to be posted in October, I’ll create a Masterlist post to list all of them in one convenient place. If you post your piece and you don’t see it added to the list within a day or so, send me a message to let me know in case I missed it.

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How to Sign up:

If you’d like to sign up to create a piece for this event, send me an Ask or a direct message with the following information:

Fanart or Fanfic?

Character?

Horror Creature?

That’s it! Please send a separate message for each piece you plan to make.

As people sign up, I’ll list them in this post so everyone can know what’s been claimed. Please be patient with me. I might be slow!

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The List:

Fanfiction:

@missrosegold - Dabi - Demon

@candycandy00 - Shigaraki - Scarecrow

@jabberwocky-92 - Shigaraki - God of Decay

@scary-grace - Shigaraki - Ghost/Wraith

@spicymeatball1992 - Shigaraki - Incubus

@jabberwocky-92 - Dabi - Grim Reaper

@gamergirlghost - Toga - Vampire

@doumadono - Dabi - Merman

@doumadono - Toga - Rusalka

@red-as-mars - Dabi - Charro Negro

@candycandy00 - Mr. Compress - Mad Scientist

Fanart:

@sammystep - Twice - Dr. Frankenstein

@fleetwoodmoth - Dabi - Fire Atronach

@selinearts - Toga - Demon

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Ideas/Inspiration:

If you’re having trouble deciding on a horror creature/icon/character, here’s a list of some to give you some ideas! Obviously, what you pick doesn’t have to come from this list, and in fact I’m looking forward to seeing all the different ideas I never thought of. You can even create your own creature! This is just a list of some possibilities.

Vampire | Werewolf | Demon | Witch/Warlock | Zombie | Ghost/Wraith | Banshee | Masked Killer | Mad Scientist | Scarecrow | Executioner | Butcher | Alien | Cyborg/Android | Witchfinder | Deep Sea Creature | Clown | Cannibal | Mummy

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Feel free to reblog this! Let’s get as many people involved as possible!

#shigaraki x reader #dabi x reader #shiragaki #dabi #touya x reader #league of villains #lov #dabi smut #shigaraki smut #mr. compress x reader #twice x reader #toga himiko #shigaraki tomura #todoroki touya #my hero academia #lovhalloweenhorror

[qdbs-writes]

Don't know if you accept male readers ask, if not feel free to go gender neutral. Can I please ask for Takeda, Kung Jin and Erron with an s/o who's basically a supersoldier (like Captain America)?

nonny, here all readers and genders are welcome! anything for my boy kung jin

MK Lads x Male!Super-Soldier!Reader

Kung Jin

You've got to forgive Jin for the abhorrent amounts of sass that leaves his lips, it's a coping mechanism from when he wasn't comfortable with being gay and now he uses it to deal with everything else.

He will refer to you as his 'brick shithouse" but he means that in the most loving way possible.

He is concerned that you gave very little consent to the procedures carried out on you to turn you into a super soldier, and he promises that he'll never let anyone use you like that ever again.

Sometimes, he lets you give him a piggyback ride while out on your casual 30mph morning jog.

During Halloween, you always have the cutest costumes planned, one year he dressed up as Cupid (Greek myth version, not the baby version) while you dressed up as Adonis. Jin won't lie, you really filled out that toga.

Takeda Takahashi

He likes to test others by loudly inserting your relationship into the conversation, ie. "Me and my BOYFRIEND..." and gives a little pause to see their reaction. Homophobic responses will result in a fight, you cannot stop him: being a super soldier doesn't make you sword-proof.

Because you were made a super soldier to be used as a tool, he's very protective of you around his Security Forces buddies, he doesn't want them to encourage you into more conflict despite your usefulness in battle.

His dad isn't entirely sure how to feel about you dating his son, but Takeda gets back at him by pulling you into a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss whenever Kenshi is around. Watching a blind man try and avert his gaze is quite entertaining.

Insists on going on gym dates with you to try and impress you but you always outdo him effortlessly. The two of you have probably gone viral after being filmed in a gym with the caption 'what are these guys on?' and it's just the two of you annihilating the weights section.

Erron Black

If anyone expresses surprise that Erron is dating another man, his answer is always something along the lines of "Well, cowboys are pretty gay".

There is NOTHING heterosexual about assless chaps in any context, sorry I don't make the rules.

I can see Erron having a deep South, Republican background so he prefers to stick to traditionally masculine things, ie. guns, beer, etc.

Because of your sheer size and strength, you and Erron can blend in quite well in environments that might not be so LGBT+ positive, so from an outsider's perspective its 'just guys being dudes'.

But if you're chilling in Outworld he doesn't bother hiding anything because literally no one gives a fuck about sexuality there.

There's probably some internalised homophobia inside Erron somewhere, and it's not your job to fix that but maybe sign his email up for some therapists.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat x reader #mortal kombat headcanons #mortal kombat imagines #mk x reader #kung jin #kung jin x reader #takeda takahashi #takeda takashi x reader #erron black #erron black x reader #male reader insert #qdbs writing

[justice4billy]

Baby, it's a secret

Billy x fem reader

Mentions of pregnancy and keeping a big secret

Chapter two.

GIF IS NOT MINE

Halloween 1984

Cassie hated Halloween. It had to be the most obnoxious time of the year next to Christmas, all it did was provoke teenagers to dress up in droves and act like sluts and the parties were always hyped up and let down. She didn't know why she was currently standing in Tina's living room, dressed in an angel costume and swirling a stale beer around her plastic cup.

She was bored and had been about five beers ago, but there was nothing better to do. Heather had abandoned her for a jock on the team whose name she couldn't remember, and she had no other real friends to talk too.

A jolt shook her out of her day dream, she looked up noting Steve Harrington standing infront of her a sheepish look on his face.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to bump into you Cassie" he winced clearly scared of the girls rage. Nancy peaked over his shoulder in a mousey manner.

Cassie shrugged, she couldn't be bothered to argue today. It wasn't that she didn't like Steve or Nancy, she just thought they were a tad bit boring and Cassie didn't do boring. She was moody and sassy which scared alot of people away from her.

"Whatever" she shrugged taking a sip of her beer.

Steve gave Nancy a glance, opening his mouth to speak but they were interrupted y the obnoxious chants of Tommy H.

"Billy! Billy!" He cried as he swaggered up to face Steve who was followed by the man of the hour himself. "Looks like we got a new Keg king Harrington" he jeered with a smirk etched on his freckled face.

Billy stood infront of Steve, a glare of his sharp jaw for once not saying a word. Nancy rolled her eyes whilst Cassie scoffed.

Billy flitted his eyes away to meet her gaze. "Got something you wanna say princess?" He addressed her in a mocking tone.

Cassie rolled her eyes. "It wouldn't be worth my time" she snapped back. "Im getting another drink, this pissing contest is getting real boring" she muttered before sauntering off and walking away to the punch bowl.

A guy in a toga shouted that it was 'pure fuel' as she dipped her cup into the bowl and chugged the contents. Nancy grew bored and came to join her a little while after.

"God, guys are gross" she slurred.

Cassie raised a brow. "You might wanna slow down" she advised to Nancy who already appeared hammered, and Cassie wasn't far behind this punch really did have pure fuel.

Nancy narrowed her eyes before dipping her cup into the punch and chugging the contents. Cassie shrugged, not her fault if Nancy didn't take her advice she thought as she zoned out and tapped her fingers along to the song playing on the speakers.

Steve eventually came to pick up his girl, which resulted in an argument and some spilled punch. Cassie didn't empathise, she warned Nancy to listen she thought as she took another sip of the punch her head starting to feel light, as she swayed to the music.

"Well, aren't you looking hot" a voice stated behind her.

Cassie looked over her shoulder, rolling her eyes as she met the eyes of Billy who looked at her through hooded lids. A cigarette lighting up his tanned features as he puffed on it.

"What do you want?" She slurred.

Billy chuckled, taking a step towards her as she turned to face him. "You know" he started licking his lips. "You aren't acting like an angel right now" he mused.

"Oh really" she replied sarcastically. "What am I acting like?" She asked.

Billy took one last drag, smoke flying out the corner of his mouth before his eyes met hers. "Like you want me to rip that outfit right off you" he stated moving closer so their chests met. "Bend you over and fuck the shit outta you" he whispered cruedly, his breath brushing her ear.

Cassie stared at him, on one hand she wanted to slap his smirking face and ask who the fuck he thought he was. On the other, he was handsome and she could do with a distraction from her shitty home life.

"Oh yeah" she mused, reaching over to grab his beer and swigging it down. "Then what are you waiting for?" She challenged.

Those words got her into trouble. Those words led her to a closed off bedroom, as she lay face down whilst Billy Hargrove pounded into her from behind, the sounds of their moans and skin slapping against one another was drowned out by the music. Their pace becoming unrelenting till one of them gave in and came first, but by then it was too late to realise that the condom had broke.

It was too late, and now Cassie was left holding the school players baby. She was in so much shit.

#stranger things #billy hargrove #dacre montgomery #pregnancy #billy x reader #billy x fem reader

[abellaheart-blog]

"Pranksters Paradise For An Undead Bride" (Frankenstein Dabi x Zombie Reader) NSFW🔞

Summary: You pull several pranks on an undead guy. Your pranks go far causing the stranger a lot of anger. Prank after prank he begins oggling your body and his light flirting made you give in. Next thing you know you’re pinned against him and you two become intimate.

Warning: Mature content, eventual sexual themes

Word Count: 3k

You aren't much for the Halloween celebration going around town but you do enjoy playing tricks of any kind on innocent by standers. Pranks are something you love pulling on people especially villains. You're a zombie so your skin is pale white while your eyes are red giving you the appearance of what people confuse for a ghost. This year you dress as an undead bride. Your dress is black it's also strapless with the transparent veil matching. You need room for running so you ripped a slit on your skirt so you could run quickly. It makes your task easy since you'd need to do a lot of running throughout the night. You didn't know it but many citizens kept staring due to the amount of skin shown from your legs. The skirt flowed effortlessly behind you and strapless top of your dress displays your shoulders. You found yourself at an alley watching a group of teenage villains. One is a blonde school girl dressed as a zombie. Her two male friends are dressed in masked costumes so you can't identify their faces. They're busy discussing how they'll kidnap some students from a hero Academy. You decide you'll give them a huge scare. Pulling out a small firecracker from your cleavage you light it on fire with a match you kept in your backpack. You wait until the last second to throw it right in front of the small group. You begin laughing as the group scream in fright. The school girl looking zombie is the only one to dodge immediately. You laugh as the costumes of the masked boys are on fire. The female seems to be fond of your actions her big smile looking up to you as though she is elated by your actions.

"Happy Halloween, suckers!" You laugh running off.

You were so busy laughing that you didn't notice the man standing behind you. You bump into his toned chest falling down on your ass. Your eyes widen looking up at this man. You blush at such a good looking guy staring down at you. He has a bored expression unaffected by the fact you ran into him. You wonder if he could possibly be involved with the trio you so happened to prank.

His leather trench coat is stitched together like many parts of his body. He is undead just as you are. The giant screw on the left side of his head prove he isn't wearing a costume. It isn't a false one you could tell its screwed inside his noggin. You didn't have a chance to stand up before the school girl from earlier showed up. You notice she has devil looking wings and a tail but upon closer inspection you realize she is a succubus. She's giggling at your stunned expression.

"Guess she is surprised Dabi! Heh heh do you think we should have some fun?" She pulls out her knife.

You decide to pull out your smoke bombs right in front of their faces, making a run for it. You leap off the building making it to the other. You left them stunned for a moment. You had no idea if it would hold them back or not. You pull out your knife from your leg pocket where your skirt hid it. There is no way you would leave home without some sort of protection. You run as fast as your high heals would let you. You'd be impressed if it wasn't for the fact the succubus was flying above you while the male was right behind you yet again. You didn't realize the school girl is a succubus. You could hear the stomping from his boots. You leap high in the air with a twirl throwing caramel sauce in the girls hair after blowing into your whistle. It was a special whistle you use for summoning trained pet bats. They flock around her attacking her. She didn't move from her position in the air. She was far too busy trying to get them away from her. She fell to the top of another roof as they continued attacking her. When landing back onto the roof you pull out another trick for this guy. Handsome or not he could try hurting you. You pull out a handful of beads onto the ground as fast as you could. Surprisingly he reacts just as well but he used his quirk. His hands shot blue flames giving him a boost to jump over you. He would land behind you but you're not having it. You pull out a match and hairspray. His eyes widen throwing himself back causing himself to fall on the ground. You laugh jumping right over him. His eyes caught the black lacy panties you wear under your skirt. He wasn't expecting such a view. Not as much as your little present you left him. A handful of flour thrown to his face. You laughed jumping off the roof into a window.

"Enjoy your new look, sucker!"

The open window of the abandoned building led to a good hiding spot you knew where they would never look. You hid behind an opening of dry wall that would lead you to a path behind the walls. You watch from the holes in the wall. As expected the male wasn't happy with your prank to his face. He looked quite silly with the white powder covering his face and hair. He ran his hand throw his hair only to realize his hair is also covered in flour. You held back laughter not wanting to give away your hiding spot. He looks around the area of the small building wondering where you may have gone. Nothing is inside the room aside from broken pieces of wood and a hole in some of the hard wood floor due to age. He is very quiet. His multi colored eyes show no emotion except for curiosity. He has green and blue separate colored eyes. You look into your bag finding your mini paint ball gun. Right when he is about to leave you aim directly for his ass. It hit directly at his right cheek causing him to jump slightly since the pain came out of no where. He looks around while holding his ass cheek. You blush at the amount he couldn't fit into his hand. Good looking and a great ass he is quite the package. You aim when he faced the other way again. It didn't matter to you if he summoned his flames to try and intimidate you. You aim for his other butt cheek. As expected he jumps slightly again. You can see he is annoyed from the look in his eyes.

"You might as well come out because I'm not afraid to light this building on fire." He said while shooting flames onto the ground.

It catches fire but you don't care since you're a zombie. As an undead lady it wouldn't matter to you. It would annoy you sure but it would still be no issue to you. You held in laughter once more aiming directly in between his cheeks knowing exactly where the next hit would get him. The orange paint ball you shot hit exactly where you targeted. It mixed with the other paint you shot at his cheeks prior to the final shot. Orange, blue, and red paint made his hands covered with colors adding to the humiliation of his face covered in flour. He wasn't expecting you to aim at such a private area. It hurt too in fact it burned. Paint balls do as little as bruise sure but against one of his most sacred areas was too much. His eyes fill with anger.

"Where are you?!"

You giggle shooting another paint ball at him before making a run for it at the other side of the building behind the walls. He shot fireballs of blue where you were at but he found nothing. You froze watching him destroy the wall as if it were nothing. He dodged the paintball you shot but you're not done yet. You shoot a flurry of paint balls at him only getting one more shot to his side this time. Having enough he decides to blow up the building with his destructive quirk. You scream as you're thrown into the sky from the explosion. You knew he meant it when he said he would destroy the building but you were having too much fun. You cover your body in case the flames destroy your clothes. You land not too far from the building with only your dress burnt off you. Since your dress is in complete shreds of burnt ashes you pull the remaining parts off your body. You're left in your black lacy lingerie. Your left leg garter reveals you have a strap beneath it where it held your leg strap for your beloved knife. A large shadow covers your small form sitting on the ground. You notice it's the same male with the fire quirk but he doesn't seem to be as angry as you thought he was. You huff covering your chest with your arms.

"My eyes are up here, pervert!"

"Not my fault you're wearing something sexy."

You stood up grabbing the knife from your leg strap. Judging by the lust in his eyes there is no way you're taking a chance with his guy. He could still be trying to hurt you. He was crazy enough to blow up a damn building.

"No need to get defensive."

"Yeah, sure. You blow up a building and you don't think I should get defensive."

"You're the one pulling pranks on me. I warned you didn't I?"

"Well.. yeah but you're still a stranger."

"I know you're a zombie. Calm down."

"How...?"

"You're like me. We are both the living dead. I can easily tell."

"Oh.." You shrug putting away your knife. You turn around without a second thought. He calls you before you take another step.

"Hey."

"What do you want? If you're going to ask me to shoot another paint ball in your 'glory hole' I don't want to hear it."

"I was going to say you might want to head the other direction but I wouldn't stop you if you wanted too so badly. I'm used to girls staring at my ass."

"I was obviously aiming there to annoy you." You rolled your eyes.

How full of himself can he be? His eyes haven't left your body since this conversation began. You can feel his eyes on you even as you're facing the other direction. You smirk at the thought of this guy watching your ass.

"Ah, what the hell. Why not have a little fun with this guy?" You thought before turning back around.

You notice he is standing directly in front of you this time. You didn't expect it but he is staring directly at your face. You give him a confused glance since you can't read his expression.

"What? Did you enjoy the paint ball up your ass that much?"

He gave a laugh at such a question. You're attractive but he found your humor hilarious.

"You did catch me by surprise but it wasn't on my mind."

"Then what do you want, cutie?"

"I can't remember the last time someone called me cute. If you're really curious. What would you say if I said you?"

He still standing directly in front of you. Guess he was spaced out looking at you. You chuckle bringing out your knife to cut his white shirt in half.

"Hmm.. a six pack. Not bad." You look at his face again pinching his cheek. "You're cute but not that cute." You say while turning back around.

He held your wrist causing you to hold back laughter again.

"So now I'm not cute enough?"

"Yeah the flour covering your face makes it hard to take you seriously. Besides give a girl a break not even offering her dinner."

"I don't need to offer you dinner when I'm the main course." He tugs your arm pulling you against his chest.

His other hand held your waist. You're looking directly at his face he meant every word. His voice became rough as his hand slid to your left cheek to give a squeeze.

"Wearing a thong in public? Naughty girl."

"Oh I'm the naughty one? You're the one grabbing without permission, handsome. You'll have the be punished."

You place a hand on his chest gently rubbing downwards until you squeeze his right pec. He licked his lips enjoying the feeling.

"Then punish me."

He was getting his high off doing this in public. No one is around but the fact you two very well could get caught made him increasingly hard. Your lingerie suits your pale skin in an oh so alluring fashion. He can't wait to have you underneath him. Before he does so he'll have to pin you against a wall first. He wants to be rough with you. It isn't his fault your body was teasing him this whole time. Your little panty shot earlier when you jumped over him made him a bit horny. He'd never admit it now that you're his to have as a fuck toy for the next hour or so. He picks you up with one arm while the other unbuckled his belt. He is walking to a nearby building deciding an alley is good enough for now. He roughly pressed you against the wall watching your bouncing breasts. You take this moment to slide his trench coat over his shoulders. You lean in kissing his neck gently nibbling the skin up and down. He leaned his head back moaning in bliss. You got his sweet spot on the first try. Enjoying his moans you bite his ear before whispering.

"Is that all? Maybe I'll be kind enough to go a second round with you. For now take your punishment." You said before pulling one of his nipples harshly.

He didn't react as much as you wanted but he still closed his eyes in pleasure. Ignoring the flour on his face you look to the giant screw knowing full well what his kind enjoy. You began untwisting it then twirling it back in place roughly. He hissed then went after your thong giving you a wedgie. You mew twisting the screw in his head harder. You grind against him wanting to make this man beg for you.

"I'm Y/n and I want you to beg for me." You command deciding you'll put your quirk to good use.

Using your telekinesis quirk you make his arms wrap around your waist to hold you while you have his legs take a couple steps back.

"I don't want my toy thinking I'll be his little fuck toy. You're mine to play with so if you don't do as I say then I'll make each punishment torturous than the last." You said looking in his eyes.

He doesn't mind you controlling his body from the looks of it. He's eager to get punished by you in fact he wants this right now. Whatever you have planned next for him he will obey. You remove your bra revealing your pierced nipples to him. You have a barbell piercing on both with two little round orbs around your nipples. The tiny studs made the perky nipples more inviting to him.

"Suck, dirty boy."

You shove your breast into his mouth using your telekinesis to push his head back. All he could see is your face and neck. It was a bit uncomfortable but your breast made him forget about it. You didn't realize he had a tongue piercing it was a weird sensation against your plush breast. His lips felt soft yet rough from the unnatural patched skin. His continuous sucking felt amazing he took pleasure in hearing your lewd moaning.

"Damn keep it up! I want you doing the other one once the skin is nice and red. Rougher you nasty boy~" You command pressing his head hard against your chest with a hand.

He is still unable to move his arms thanks to your quirk. Slowly his teeth press against the skin of your areolas in what felt like chewing. You close your eyes in bliss grabbing onto his shoulders while you threw your head back. Having enough you remove your breast from his mouth with a pop. He wasn't ready to move on with the other one until he saw how red your breast is. He began working on your other breast by licking the little bud. Your piercing made it easy for him to come up with an idea. He bit the tiny silver stud using it to pull your nipple in a rough manner.

"Oh..!"

He stops once he thinks you've had enough. He gave your plush skin love bits. The red marks didn't compare to the redness of yours nipples. You swore your areolas are swollen. You didn't give a damn if they were because it was too pleasurable. Climbing off of him you make his body strip for you.

"Give me a show and maybe I'll give you five minutes of doing whatever you want to me."

He grins beginning with his trench coat. Standing shirtless he bit his lip removing his belt revealing his hard member poking out his boxers. His pants stood no chance of staying up  with his belt no longer supporting them. His tight black boxers look amazing on his sexy man body but you'd prefer it if he were naked. His thighs look strong as do his arms. Such muscles shouldn't be wasted you'll make sure he understands how impressive they are.

"Good now get on your knees. I want you right here." You point to the ground in front of you.

He obeys you being sure he is in between your legs. He kissed your thighs with out permission. He didn't let you speak since his teeth bit your thighs several times. Wanting to get him back you use your quirk to pull at the dark boxers giving him a wedgie. He grunts looking up at you amused. You rip his boxers off his body using your telekinesis to shove one of the pieces in his mouth. You press your foot on his chest pushing him to the dirty ground. You pin his arms above his head proving you can use your quirk on several areas at once.

"Look at how much you need me. Such a horny mess you are." You comment using your hands to spread his legs.

They're warm but you want to examine what he has to offer you. You lick your fingers using your thumb and index finger to squeeze precum out the tip. It oozed out gloriously traveling down his nice firm member. His muffled grunt didn't go unheard. You smirk deciding you've had enough.

"Good boy~ I'll give you your reward." You said hovering over his lap.

Facing him you gently lower your womanhood onto his large pole. You can feel some of his precum against your tight walls. It was sizzling hot but in the best way possible. He stretched you but it wasn't overwhelming. His thick dick pleased you as you rock against him.

"Guess you don't like it. I can't hear you."

You lift up them slam hard onto him causing his head to be thrown back again. For some reason your telekinesis is strong he couldn't move his arms no matter how hard he tried. Removing his boxers out of his mouth you command his next action.

"I want you to help me. My legs don't need to be exhausted when you can do all the work. You've earned your five minutes of pleasure time. Do as you please with me."

You didn't have to say it twice his strong hands lift you up even while he laid flat on the ground. He kept groaning and grunting at the fast pace. You loved every feeling his dick gave you. This guy is perfect he can please you in ways only a man could. His large member couldn't be slammed into you. Your tight walls wouldn't allow for it so easily. Atleast not as fast as he would like to go. While his pace was fast it wasn't at its full potential. He grabs onto your thighs spreading your legs wide apart. Your tongue flopped out while you cried in bliss.

"F-fuck..! Harder! Harder my toy!"

He did as you said with a rough pace soon he is able to slam you onto him. His pace quick and rough you didn't bother commanding him any longer. The five minutes turned into thirty minutes. By the thirty minute mark he was impressed you have not yet released as many girls normally did. Amused he kicked it up a notch flipping positions so you're beneath him. He took the opportunity to grab your breasts. You moan as he continued thrusting into you.

"I have to admit I like your piercings. When you announce to the busy streets how dirty you are make sure you remember my name is Dabi."

"Y-yes Dabi...!" You pant reaching closer to your end.

He roughly handled your breasts adding to their redness he gave them earlier with his mouth. He stretched, pulled, and twisted as he pleased while he was thrusting into you. You kept moaning his name not caring that the both of you are in public. It didn't matter if you're seen all that mattered is the intense pleasure he gave you. No one was around at the moment but you were quite loud much to Dabi's enjoyment. After your first round with him it was now the both of you realized you're each capable of this for hours so it's exactly what you two decide to do.

Extended Ending 💙

The succubus finally managed to get the pesky group of bats off her tail but she wasn't sure where her friend was. It was a while of getting attacked by those troublesome bats so she is not even sure how long it took. She is a good friend of Dabi and Toga is her name. She flew around the area hoping to find some type of trace of him until she quickly saw fire fighters nearby at a charred building. She recognized the blue flames from her friends quirk. Deciding to continue looking for him she flies above buildings in the area. An unexpected aura of sexual energy hit her hard. Her succubus senses led her to where the commotion was coming from. She laughed finally finding out where her friend has been. Not wanting to waste such a feast she fed while happily watching the undead couple in the alley.

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Dabi XSpookyQuirk!Reader 'Happy Birthday' (Part 1)

You can find the other parts of this series on my Directory: Link

God I just want his jacket...

AnYwAyS, I wrote this inspired by the upcoming sp00ky season, and I just.. really wanted some mha villain on my Tumblr, ya know?

Summery: You have a spooky quirk, and All for One takes a liking to it after meeting you under special circumstances. You've been 'working' with the League for a few weeks, and the members of the Vanguard always see you at the base with Shigaraki and Kurogiri. They begin to grow suspicious, until one night, Kurogiri approaches Dabi and instructs him to go with you on a personal errand to make sure you don't bail.

WARNINGS: FLUFF. SFW. GHOSTS/SPIRITS. SPOOKY. SLOWBURN. A little bit of sad/angst, but then some more fluff. (I mean it's Dabi, so it's not.. it's not f-l-u-f-f, but you get what I'm sayin' right?) This is meant to have a romantic tone, but its a slow one.

(There is a slight physical pre-requisite for this one, and it is hair. This character has hair. I promise this will make sense.)

If you guys like it, I might write more on this idea later :)

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You had a folded up end-table under your arm and a blue paper box in your other hand.

It was almost midnight and the air had the most pleasant August breeze.

For just a little while, you let the calm sounds of nature sweep you away. You allow yourself to forget the mess that had become your waking world, and pretend everything was just fine. You're running a little errand for a friend. That was it.

But the grind of shoes against gravel reminds you that you aren't doing this alone.

Dabi was walking with you; just a few steps behind.

A peculiar choice on Kurogiri's part. Ever since Shigaraki had introduced you to his 'master', the wispy warp-gate guy had been your.. Well you weren't sure what he was. A chaperone? Shigaraki was obviously his boss or something, since Kurogiri did as was ordered of him. But when it came to you, he called the shots--though it was always chased by 'it's what he wants'.

Honestly the unorganized hierarchy was just confusing. Hell, everything was confusing.

You had been working late at the funeral home, sweeping up incense ash and flower petals; when your world was flipped upside down. Admittedly, you needed it. Remaining where you were was draining you. It was stagnant and sick, and you spent more time with the dead than the living.

You unconsciously snort. What a weird way to interpret the situation. Like you had been saved by a group of villains.

As if.

"What's so funny?"

Dabi's voice reaches around and pulls your track of thought to a stop. You had almost forgotten he was there while your mind had gone on such a tangent.

"Nothing, sorry." You respond, the laughter slipping from your expression. "Just a memory."

He doesn't comment after that.

Really, Dabi wanted to follow your line of thinking. Why him? He'd much rather be sleeping or drinking the cheap whiskey at the bar than walking through a damn cemetery.

But, in comparison to Twice, Toga, Spinner, or even Mr. Compress himself.. he was the most focused and quiet. Usually he wouldn't so easily accept a chore like this; but he would be lying if he wasn't curious. Everyone else's uses were known to him, but you were every bit of a mystery. Kurogiri practically treated you like a guest.

When Spinner was the first to question your integrity and loyalty, it had caused a wave of suspicion. Suddenly you were around with no explanation aside from, "She will be a useful ally to reform society" and "her quirk is valuable".

But.. your presence grew on them.

Since coming to the bar, you never left. You always had a sketchbook with you, and charcoal smudged on your hands and your face. You would suddenly start sketching feverishly while Shigaraki and Kurogiri gave details about their next mission. They would try to lean over and get a peek at your drawings--but Kurogiri was always fast to protect your privacy.

Once, Toga had managed to glance at a page. During an outing, she had pulled Dabi aside to tell him.

"I saw what she was drawing!" She whispers to him, heavy sleeves bouncing next to her mouth.

"Oh?" Dabi fakes a disinterested tone, knowing she was going to tell him regardless.

"Yeah! It was beautiful!" She squees, laughing through her fangs and swinging around a lamp post. "I thought she was really boring at first, but I think we might become best friends!"

Dabi was beginning to lose patience. "What was so beautiful about it?"

"They were people covered in blood!" She exclaims, no longer whispering. Dabi winces at her volume then sighs. Of course, when Toga says 'beautiful', its in relation to something morbid.

Suddenly, when everyone had thought you were some resemblance of normal, they were proven wrong. It reassured the feelings of suspicion to an extent, to think you were as broken and twisted as the rest of them. It made your quiet, almost kind, demeanor more tolerable.

It just couldn't change the fact that they didn't appreciate the lack of transparency with their leaders.

But Dabi was going to figure you out tonight. He would make sure of it.

"So," He starts, having caught up to be in stride with you. "What's the box for?"

Wow, stop the presses. He was talking to you like a human being. Usually there was venom in his tone, or at least a large helping of distaste. It wasn't something he just used on you either, he used it on everyone. Talking to Dabi was essentially talking to a brick wall. Except, brick walls don't spontaneously combust or intentionally murder people.

You clear your throat as a cover, allowing a few more seconds to figure out how you were going to answer.

Obviously, you had to tell him. Otherwise this would be even more awkward. Maybe that's why Kurogiri had chosen Dabi to be your little entourage this evening--aside from just scaring you into not escaping.

Not that you planned on escaping, as crazy as that sounded.

"It's a cake."

Dabi processes that information. What would you be doing with a cake in a cemetery? Sure, bringing offerings to the dead was a normal thing to do, but not a whole cake. Water, incense, flowers--he knew you had worked at a funeral home, so you were educated on this kind of thing. What he had originally guessed was a ritualistic grave-site visit for a lost loved one was quickly being turned on its head.

Though, that made this a little less annoying?

The thought of you being all gushy or tearful over a family member or something had really been making him uncomfortable. It was certainly a feeling he couldn't share, even if he wanted to. He'd already thought about how he would react, knowing which insults he would spit and how he would threaten you, berate you, for being such a weak ass. He was going to burn up whatever you had left there and tell you to get over it.

If he was going to have to deal with you longterm, he wasn't going to tolerate that kind of bullshit.

But you looked far from tearful.

"A... cake." He clicks his tongue, "Okay, so what is the cake for?"

He sounds a little impatient, and all things considered, you really didn't want to test him. You were just hoping the stave off the truth. You couldn't even guess at what his reaction would be when he found out.

ooh, but then, there was a small voice inside that was eager. All for One was the first person in your life to accept and recognize your ability as something other than demented and terrifying--maybe the metal firebrand next to you would be the same?

After all, he was demented and terrifying.

"...It's a birthday cake. I'm," You breathe, eyes wandering as you suppress the embarrassment that this was. "..I'm hosting a boy's birthday party."

What the actual fuck.

Okay, so nevermind, this was very annoying. There were children involved?! Dabi's brows knot together and he's whipping around on you.

"A fucking birthday party? What are you--"

Your smiling features actually causes him some hesitation. His eyes narrow, and he realizes there's something more to it without you even having to voice it.

"Don't worry, you won't see him." You say, nonchalantly, then return to walking along the gravel path.

He grabs your arm though, and his hand is much warmer than a regular hand aught to be. It's a little harsh too, and you almost lose balance of the cake.

"You better tell me what this is about, newbie." He warns, "I don't play this guessing game shit. I don't care what the big guy thinks of you, I'll leave your ashes here with the rest of the dead without even so much as a second thought."

Empty threats? Or was he serious? No, probably serious. His cerulean eyes were searing beneath the inky threads of his hair, and your intuition was thrashing. You were looking death in the face.

It was almost funny how much it didn't scare you. But as much as you knew about death, there was still something that flexed in fear of your mortal peril. Don't die! It says.

"..Alright. I understand." You straighten, but he doesn't let go of your arm. You glance at it, but he doesn't appear to care. He was going to light you up if you pissed him off.

"He's dead. He died three years ago. Today is his eleventh birthday, even though he was nine when it happened. I met him when they had his funeral." Then you're sighing with impatience. Now you had to explain the whole thing.

"I promised him I would come around and help celebrate his birthday. When he was alive, his parents always missed it; out for work or something. Pretty sad for a kid so young right?" Dabi's expression doesn't change, so you just keep going without waiting on a reply.

"So I bought a cake, like I always do, and I'm here to.. you know, celebrate. His birthday. It makes him happy." You sigh again. "Look I know this is ridiculous. I don't expect you, or anyone else, to care. If they weren't worried about me running off, you certainly wouldn't have to be here."

"...You're talking about this kid like he's going to be there." Dabi's voice is surprisingly even.

Oh, right. You had kind of bypassed the most important facet of this information dump.

"He is. I uh.. I see them. Dead people. Spirits. Ghosts. Apparitions." You shrug, rolling your eyes, "Whatever you want to call them."

Well, that certainly gave him something to think about.

Was that even possible? Dabi obviously wasn't much of a religious person himself, he really didn't have time for it and he'd murdered enough people to damn himself to hell and back again. He'd referenced it in passing though, and never took it seriously. If Heroes weren't condemned by society for their heinous and greedy actions--could hell even exist?

Well, she never said she could see hell. Just dead people.

Dead people.

"...Those drawings you do. In the bar.." He starts it off, but you're able to finish for him.

"Yeah. Dead people. Kurogiri told me to draw whoever I see in their vicinity." You inhale, realizing Dabi had finally removed his hand from your arm. "It.. almost sounds like they're expecting someone."

"Huh." He replies, returning to his usual mellow, disinterested self. "So what, your quirk is just.. ghost watching?"

You stifle a laugh, snorting and turning away. Did the human incinerator have a sense of humor?

Though, as you look back at him, he doesn't look amused. You cough to hide it, but it's not like he didn't hear it.

"Er, no. It's more like a side-effect. When I activate my quirk, I can see people's emotions.. in the form of auras. Different colors mean different things. But after I've used it; it's like crossing a barrier. Their world kind of.. overlaps with ours. And I can see them."

"...Yeah, I imagine that went over well in school."

So he did have a sense of humor! Asshole.

"Mm. No, it didn't." You hum, then start going up the path again. You were already kind of late, you didn't want to disappoint the kid.

Dabi let you walk ahead again, watching you--seeing you for the first time. There were numerous reasons why Shigiraki and his master might want you around, and you weren't well versed enough in combat to get away. Actually.. it almost seemed like you didn't want to.

He wondered if society had failed you in the same way it had failed them.

Wait, why do I care?  He inwardly grimaces as he now begins stepping after you. While it was useful to know what you were capable of, he wasn't sure why his mind kept drifting--wondering what your life had been like.

He didn't have enough room in his heart to care about someone as weak as you. He didn't have the room for anyone, only his burning hatred that threatened to swallow him whole, that he welcomed with open, burnt, arms.

...Yet, as you stop at a gravesite and begin unfolding the little table from underneath your arm.. He can't stop picturing what his life might have been like if he had met you as a kid.

Had your parents mistreated you for your quirk? Were you lonely? Did it scare you to see walking corpses when you were that little?

You take a deep breath and step back, glancing in Dabi's direction. "You uh.. don't have to be around for this part."

"Sorry newbie, I'm not going anywhere." He rasps with a little more venom in his voice than before. His arms cross and, in a quiet act of delinquency, he sets his weight on a nearby tombstone. One leg bent, the other out, he watches you like a hawk.

Your eyes flicker over him, and it feels forbidden--but he looks..

Well, he looks good. Even if he is being a little disrespectful to whoever's family tombstone his butt was placed against.

That's crazy. You're crazy. Just--do the thing, and get this weird night over with. You swallow and turn your attention back to the small innocuous tombstone in front of you.

Activating your quirk is nothing special. Most people can't tell the difference between your 'on' state and your 'off' state. It's as simple as a gray haze coming over your pupil and iris. It looks almost like severe cataracts--or, you could even say it looks like the eyes of someone who is dying.

Lovely sentiment.

It takes a few seconds.

"Jo..?" You call out, sitting on your knees. You begin opening the box, revealing a simple vanilla cake with white icing and colorful sprinkles. Once the box is removed, Dabi can just barely make out the 'Happy Birthday' written in blue icing on the top.

Your hand goes to a pocket, and you remove about four birthday candles. Delicately, you stick the candles through the icing and into the sponge of the cake.

"Jo, you didn't forget your birthday did you?"

"Of coursh not!" His head, slightly transparent, peeks out from around the stone to look at you. You can tell he's smiling without seeing his mouth, and his voice echoes like you're in a cave. Obviously not the case, but you suppose 'ghost' voices can't be like normal ones.

You raise a brow at him, feigning a parental look. "Well you better get over here, then! I've got a whole cake here, just for you."

Dabi notes the instantaneous change in your person. It's.. weird, watching you talk to nothing. But the lilt in your voice can't be anything but genuine. You're eyes are a little grey, but he'd never seen so much life in them.

The boy, Jo, comes around and sits on the ledge of his tombstone. The little fold out table is just tall enough, his elbows can sit on it as he admires the cake you had brought him.

The other unfortunate nuance of your quirk was that you didn't see apparitions in a preferred state or in the way the spirit themselves might remember their body. You saw them how they died. Sometimes it's a mess. You've seen victims of villain versus hero battles where they had been crushed by buildings--barely more than a large splatter of blood and flattened bones. Others were simply torn apart, missing limbs or dragging them by the tendons as they moved through the ether.

You were lucky Jo's death had lacked such severity.

He didn't like to talk about it, but you had learned that he'd passed away from overdose. He thought his mother's medications were candies, because they tasted a little like those chalky ones that they bought for him at the corner store when he was upset about something.

It was another night they were working late. The nanny had already put him to bed, leaving him to his own devices. You could imagine that he liked to act out--part of you wondered if he was lying. Maybe he knew he wasn't supposed to steal his mother's medication. Maybe he just wanted her to yell at him about it.

Either way, it was sad.

There were bits of vomit permanently stained to his cheeks, and his neck was thicker than it should be. The way his speech was impaired suggested his tongue was swollen too, but it didn't stop him from talking. He's giddy as he laughs and kicks his feet--telling you about his day spent hanging around some old people on the other end of the cemetery.

"They were kinda cool tho.. Hey, uh--" He stops his little story-telling to lean in closer to you. "I haven't sheen you ashmuch. Where you been?"

"Oh uh.." You give him a little shrug, "I... got a better job. Somewhere else. I'm still around though."

He looks saddened, and you quickly try to change the subject. "But hey, just because I'm not here as much doesn't mean I won't come back for your birthday! At least, not until you're ready to go. Speaking of which.. I think it's time we got this party started!" You pull a lighter out from your back pocket and start lighting the candles.

Dabi's curious about that sentence. 'Until you're ready to go.' Was there.. another part of the afterlife? Were these just, lingering spirits?

He didn't dare ask. Not now, and not later. It was really irritating him how interesting you were.

"There we go!" You set the lighter on the table, the little amber flames dancing in that August breeze. "Ready?"

He's bouncing, like he's been waiting forever for this little moment with you. You could swear there was something glistening in his eyes. You find yourself wondering if the dead could cry.

After in emphatic nod, you start singing.

"Happy birthday to you, Happy birthday to you! Happy Birthday dear JOooo, Happy birthday to yoou!"

He squeals into laughter, and you do too. Some of the other resident ghosts have gathered just out of the way, watching with knowing stares and sad smiles.

"Think you can blow the candles out this time?" You ask him, hands folding into your lap. There's some tiredness seeping into your eyes from the late hour, and while you cherished this little happy minute of your weird life, you knew you'd be stumbling back to the base if you didn't wrap things up quick.

He puts on the biggest, roundest, cutest face of determination. "I'm gunna twy!"

Filling his cheeks with air, he blows and blows, sputtering over the flames of the candles--to no avail. He deflates. "Aww.."

"Try one more time." You say, giving him a little wink.

He nods, taking in the biggest breath of his--life?--and just blows super hard.

You let your essence slip, just a little. Just a sliver should be enough to give the birthday boy his wish that he deserved. Dabi doesn't notice how one strand of your hair turns silver, but he does notice the chill--and the icy little puff of wind that successfully blows out the candles.

"Woah!" Jo's mouth drops and he stares hard at the little plumes of smoke that drift up from the flameless wicks.

"Well look at that. I hope you made a good wish Jo.. this one might come true." You tease him, beginning to pluck the candles from the cake and making sure they're really out before putting them in the box.

"...I wished it for you."

"Hm?" You stop cleaning up to listen to him. For you?

"I wished for you, sho you could be happy, and have a long and really good life!" He's smiling so hard his eye are shut tight.

Your eyes twitch before they start to water. "Oh, Jo.." You coo, your chest aching and squeezing from the child's innocent, selfless act

Dabi's eye twitches too. Shit, is..are they crying? After thinking he'd get away without it, there you fucking go--

"You didn't have to do that, you know--" Sniff, "It's your birthday.."

"Yeah, but.. you've come here every year." Suddenly, the apparition of the nine-year-old seemed much older. His eyes hold a deeper sorrow than a boy that age should. "I think the others are right. It'sh your turn to have fun. If you're shomewhere else.. you don't gotta come back for me."

"What?"

"I think I'm gonna go. I'm weady."

"..Are you sure?" Your voice croaks, and you have to wipe the tears away before they get into your mouth.

You can just hear the gravelly and annoyed noise coming from a few tombstones down as Dabi pinches the bridge of his nose.

"Yeah." Jo reaches out and places his hand near you face. He can't touch you, but he tries anyway. "Thank you. You've been the best frwend ever."

Oh god--you choke, but force a big smile. "Yeah?... You have been too, buddy." You try to place your hand over his, but all you feel is the cold tingle of his leftover energy. He gradually begins to fade.

It's the last time you'll see him.

No more midnight trips to the cemetery in August.

It's great to know that for you, people can die twice.

When he's gone, you just feel empty. You sit there, looking at nothing for a few more seconds, letting some more tears slip down your face. Pulling in that shaky, last-minute breath before you finish boxing the cake and folding the table.

It wasn't all bad. You knew he was going somewhere nice, where he'd be loved again. It just, hurt a little; like it always does.

You wipe at your eyes again as you start on the path, walking past a visibly agitated Dabi--which you choose not to address.

Though as he pushes himself back up to follow after you, he does something you don't expect.

He takes the table from your arm, and holds it under his instead--giving you some freedom. With that arm, you're able to wipe the remaining tears from your face.

"Than--"

"Don't say a word." He warns, not even glancing at you.

He knows he should've done something much worse. He should've.. not cared. Complained about how this was all nonsense, berated you for wasting his time with emotional shit..

But he couldn't.

He hadn't really understood, fully, what had happened between you and the dead kid--but he got bits and pieces of it. He'll never forget the way you sung happy birthday. And he was able to deduce that the kid had gone away, permanently, somehow. That's why you were crying.

He audibly sighs from frustration.

He'd had hasty thoughts of you before; moments where he wondered what he could take from you while in the base. You weren't the vixens he got toasted at the bar and brought to his bed, but you could've been something to bide his time with between scouting and incinerating.

But those thoughts were gone now.

You were too good. Too kind to be used as a quick fix. You weren't mean enough, or crazy enough, to be a part of the League of Villains. But that wasn't his choice, and he doubted it was yours either.

And no matter how good, how kind, how giving  you were... No society was ever going to accept you fully. Not for everything that you were.

Walking in silence, you steal a glance at the darkly clothed man next to you.. and you can see just a slimmest outline of cerulean around his features as your quirk slowly recedes.

The color that matched his eyes.. was the same color as sympathy.

You turn to hide your surprise at the little revelation. You were pretty sure he didn't have the capacity for that emotion--yet, you had evidence.

"Listen, newbie."

Oh no.

"I have to tell the others about your quirk." He states it like it's annoying, but you're absolutely relieved.

"Oh. I uh, I don't care. Not sure why Kurogiri didn't say anything anyway I was just.. you know. It's kind of.." Weird? Creepy? Morbid? These are villains we're talking about here. "..it tends to make people uncomfortable."

"Tch." He side-glances at you, teeth showing above his scarred chin in a little grin. "It's our job to make people feel uncomfortable."

Something about that brings you a peace you've never felt before. It feels like home. And you realize--

He said 'our'.

#dabi x reader #dabi fluff #dabi x y/n #bnha #mha #mva #league of villains #shigaraki #kurogiri #toga #spinner #mr compress #i simp everyone in mha #toya todoroki #spooky #halloween vibes plz

[yandereaffections]

If she wasn't all over you before Toga certainly is now, hands in your mouth as she forces you to flash your fangs at her, cooing over how sharp they are and becoming completely flustered when your eyes flash red with a blush spread deep pink across her face

Baby she wants you to drink her blood, bugging and softly harassing you until you finally agree to pierce her flesh with your fangs. Toga doesn't care about how much you take she'll gladly pass out from the lack of blood if it means your mouth is pressed right against her skin with your hot breath along her neck, so intimate and loving, Toga wishes this could happen everyday

She'll follow with whatever sleep schedule you have even if it means sleeping through the day, most of her villain work is at night anyways, Toga just wants to be the one you cuddle and is way more than willing to sleep in a coffin with you, she actually expects to and would be rather disappointed if you dont

Carries an umbrella with her at all times for your protection in case there's ever a moment where you have to be outside in the sun, she keeps all your needs in mind 

Toga definitely asks you for kisses just to feel your fangs pressed into her lips, she admires your vampire traits so much and won't hesitate to express it

#yandere toga himiko #yandere toga #toga himiko #toga x reader #toga x you #toga headcanons #toga imagine #mha x y/n #mha #mha headcanons #yandere mha #mha x reader #yandere my hero academia #my hero x reader #my hero headcanons #my hero academia fanfiction #my hero academia #halloween prompt list 3.0 #vampire au #vampire reader #yandere x reader #yandere #yandere headcanons #yandere imagines #yandere imagine #yandere x you #yandere x y/n #yandere lesbian #lesbian

[shaydeoffical]

Glass Slipper Malfunctions: Shinso Hitoshi x Reader

Summary: Y/n's Halloween Costume Breaks at a party, and they call their best friend to come help them. Thing's don't go as they planned, and now there's something more than friendship brewing. 

Author’s Note: This is part of a collaborative hosted by @pluviophile-imagines for the fall season. I was so happy to be a part of this amazing collection of works. Please go check out the other’s!!! 

Warnings: Mentions of fake blood, riding in a car.

Words: 2.4k

Sweater Weather Collab

Glass Slipper Malfunctions

"(Y/n), if you swirl that cup any faster, there'll be no punch left." Toga flicked my forehead. We were on the second floor of Dabi's house. His father was out of town, and he decided to go all out for Halloween. Smoke machines led lights, streamers, and even some graffiti over the fireplace, no corner was lacking a spooky decoration.

"I'm sorry, I just wish Shinso hadn't bailed", I admitted, downing what was left in the solo cup. Music was blaring all across the house, but I could tell she heard me when her smile faltered.

"You don't need him (Y/n), he's holding you back from having fun. He's always so serious and grumpy." Her costume was a bloody nurse, with rips in tears in all the right places. Leaning into me, she used her stethoscope to listen to my chest, tapping the instrument to the rhythm. "Yup, your heart's working just fine. Don't look so upset, come on, let's dance."

"Toga, don't pull so hard." I dragged my heels behind her, barely keeping up with her pace. Knocking people out of our way, she took the stairs two at a time.

We had been dancing for the last two hours, and I was already low on stamina and bloated from the punch. While running, I tossed my cup into the overflowing trash, missing it by a good few feet. As if my luck could get any worse, the liquid soaked into the floor. Dabi was okay ruining his family home, but I wasn't.

"If you don't smile, I'm going to do something drastic." Toga spun me around and dipped me as the music dropped. Alcohol, sweat, and a faint hint of blood filled the air, making my stomach begin to churn even more.

"I feel kind of woozy," I clutched to her shoulder, but she continued to swirl around the room and rock us back and forth.

"Everybody, gather round! Midnight is almost upon! I'm glad you-" Dabi got everyone's attention, drawing in a crowd around him.

"Come on, you're not being very fun." Toga ignored Dabi, and we moved to the back of the crowd. Still moving to the music, she let me go mild spin. I fell back, my heel snapped as I tried to catch myself. My dress caught on my other shot, ripping the strap holding it up. Landing on my ass, I pushed the hair from my face. My ribbon was lost in the crowd. In a moment of realization, I covered my chest, trying to get to my feet. With my dress pulled back up, no one had seen my trip; I just needed to get fixed back up.

"Toga, I-"She was gone. Clutching my thin paper costume between my hands, I kicked off my shoes, darting through the crowd to the bathroom. I had never been so thankful for a speech, fog machine, and laser lights in my entire life.  

Making it to the bathroom, I locked the door and looked in the mirror. My makeup had slid out of place, my hair was a tangled mess from the bun I initially had it in. The 'glass', slippers were now scuffed, and one heel was missing. My dress straps had broke beyond repair, and I was in desperate need of a backup costume.

Sitting on the toilet, I pulled out my phone, zoning in on my lock screen. It was Shinso holding up his kitten. I could see his head just poking into the frame. His dazzling smile causing one to spread on my own face. I don't know how I got to be in this bathroom to start with.

Everything had been planned down to a T. Shinso, and I would dress as Cinderella and Lucifer for the party. We'd get in the horse-drawn carriage I rented, at eight, and then arrive at the party by eight-thirty. Shinso would find a nice corner to sit and read, while I danced the night away looking for my Princess Charming. Toga and I would drink it up and bask in the full moon. At the end of the party, Shinso would be our D.D and take us home in Toga's car. It was simple enough. Thinking back, I didn't really take into consideration how Shinso felt about it. Well, I kind of knew how he would felt about being Lucifer instead of Prince Charming, but I thought he'd be okay with it. Then there was the other issue...

It wasn't a secrete he didn't like my new friend Toga. He tried to keep that opinion to himself, but it all spilled out last week. I knew changing our Halloween ritual from watching movies to a party with strangers would upset him. I just thought he'd go along with it for me. Or maybe I hoped he'd go along with it. I wanted to respect his boundaries, but he and Toga were so jealous of each other that it was hard to see either of them.

If there was one thing that clear now, Toga was willing to leave me for the wolfs. Pulling up Shinso's contact, I knew I was going to need to grovel a little. He was already waiting to be my D.D, but I needed a little something else now.

Y/n: Heyyyy, I need some help.

Fuzz Ball: Are you okay? I'm on my way

Y/n: I'm fine. My costume broke and I'm stuck in the bathroom.

Fuzz Ball: Can't Toga help you?

Y/n: She sort of, ran off and I'm… I don't know. I'm confused, I can't go back out there like this and I feel really guilty about ditching you.

Fuzz Ball: You are allowed to hang with your other friends without feeling guilty,

Y/n: I know, but I hate that you two don't like each other. I shouldn't have invited you and upset you.

Fuzz Ball: I'm not upset, I was sad. But I agree to be D.D, I shouldn't have back out last minute.

Fuzz Ball: I'll be there, I have a plan.

Y/n: What did I do to deserve you?

Fuzz Ball: You offered to do my history assignment in exchange for me doing your math.

Y/n: Right, seems like a fair trade. Also, don't you dare text and drive.

Fuzz Ball: I'm using the text to speech feature, I'm almost there.

Y/n: Someone's knocking on the door, ahhh. I'm on the first floor and to the right. There's a little hallway, and that's where the bathroom is.

Sinking back onto the commode, I relaxed my shoulders. Shinso was on his way to rescue me. I guess between my two friends, Shinso was the loyal one. Toga did seem flighty, but tonight was ridiculous. She had to see me fall and just walk away...that was an issue for another time.

At least I got all the dancing and drinking done that I wanted too. It was time to go home and convince Shinso to put on some scary movies and call it even.

There was a steady knock on the door, a familiar pattern that Shinso always used when sneaking to my window late a night. I flung the door open, and he dove into the room, carrying an orange trash bag filled with something. His black cat ears were perched on his head, a long fluffy tail wrapped around his waist. So much for us matching now.

"I love you, man," I hugged him tight, unsteady on my feet. He steadied me, and returned my bear hug.

"Thank me later, let's get out of here. There's so much weed in the air, I won't be able to pass a breathalyzer if we don't haul ass." He handed me the bag and pulled flip flops from his back pocket.

"You're telling me. I sobered up after tripping, but it's been a wild night., Anyway, I'm really eternally grateful- Shinso, why are there leaves in this trash bag?"

"It is a costume party, right? I thought you'd want to blend in." He wiggled his brow, the obscene cat makeup adding to his smug idea.

"I take back what I said about loving you." Laughing, I ripped two holes in the bottom of the bag and stepped in. Getting it to my neck, Shinso tied it, and I poked my arms out, the leaves itching my skin. "It works.

"You look cute." He smoothed my hair before opening the door. A line had formed, and we received death glares from the party-goers that were making some assumptions. "Let's get out of here."

"Well, I guess the carriage does turn back into a pumpkin at the end of the night, it's fitting." I sighed; the party was still in full swing. Shinso didn't let go of my hand as he parted the sea of people. My legs crunching the leaves as we walked. No doubt, I was leaving a leaf sprinkle trail in my wake.

"Is that a costume change I see?" Toga caught the other end of my hand. Her friend Twice was right behind her, carrying their drinks.

"I'm glad I ran into you. I'm headed home early. Can you find a D.D?" I asked her, the music-making my ears throb. Through the changing lights, I saw her grip her chin before smiling.

"I can just crash here. And be careful with Mr. Grumpy pants." She leaned around me to lock eyes with Shinso. "Aww, is the kitty cat upset?" She clawed at the air before turning tail to move along.

"She took it better than I thought." He sighed, finally reaching the door.

The cold air wrapped around my legs, sending a chill up my spine. The moon illuminated the street, and all the children had returned home to get a sugar high before bed. If music wasn't spilling out of the house, like a heartbeat in my ears. Shinso's car was in the middle of the street, emergency lights flashing, and the door still agape.

"You really rushed in like my knight in shining armor." Getting in the passenger side, I hugged my bag close as Shinso shut the door. He walked around the front and got in, turning off the emergency lights.

"Why can't I be your Prince Charming?" He took off down the road to my rental house. I hadn't been living on my own for long, but he already knew the road by heart. Even I still had to use my GPS. "Cat got your tongue?"  

"No, yet." I giggled, focusing on his lips. Swallowing hard, tension began to build between us. We both an impeccable communication skills, but there was something neither one of us was willing to outright say.

"Is someone being a bad pumpkin tonight?" He shook the bag, and I smacked his hand away. His smile was enough to make my heart race.  

"Yea, I guess I am a bad pumpkin." I leaned into my knees, trusting Shinso not to break so fast I bump my head.

"You can cry if you need too. Teasing you is one of my favorite past times, but I know you're upset."

"I know you like me." I pushed my hair back. "And the reason I didn't let you dress as Prince Charming is… I don't know. When I was at that party, I just kept thinking about us watching horror movies and eating way too much caramel popcorn. How we'd fall asleep next to year other and wake up for a mid-afternoon bike ride through the town before everyone takes down their decorations. And we can still do one half of that tradition if I avoid a hanger over."

"You didn't want me to be your prince charming because we have basically been dating the past two years, without ever getting into the physical side?" He pulled onto a back road and stopped at a spot that had the perfect view of the moon.

"I knew what you were hinting at when you asked to be Prince Charming. But I was afraid I didn't understand your hint, and then I was afraid someone would ask if we were dating and if you said no… I'd be sad. And it was a mess." I fiddled with the drawstring on the bag, not looking at him.

"I'll just say it. I like you, I like spending time with you. We've been friends for half of our lives, but I know we've had something special going on for a while now. I was afraid to ruin what we had, but I can't play it safe anymore. (Y/n) please look at me." I raised my eyes, his hand cupping my chin. "There's a few more hours left before the sun comes up. How about we go home, watch some movies and make out?" My skin heated up, blood rushing to my brain to keep it in operation.

"Bold of you to assume I don't want a kiss right now." I shifted to face him, a leaf ticking my side.

"I'm sorry, your majesty." He leaned forward, our lips latching onto each other like magnets. A wolf hollowed in the distance, and a cloud pasted at just the right time to illuminate the car. I took fistfuls of his black shirt and held him close. It was slow at first, but it heated up as I inched over the car console. We separated for breath, and I settled into my seat.

"Don't be sorry." I giggled, sitting back in my seat and wiping the black lipstick from my mouth. "Why'd we wait so long?"

"I don't know. But I regret it." He reversed from our spot on the hill and got back on the main road. "Let's get home and makeup time."

"So in the end, the winning combination is a broken plastic shoe, Lucifer, and a magic pumpkin. You know, Prince Charming and Cinderella are so mainstream. This was the better outcome, anyway." I kicked my swollen feet on his dash. "But I could get used to 'Your Majesty"; it has a nice ring to it." I tickled under Hitoshi's chin, his stubble pricking my fingers.

"Out of everything I just said, that's what you're holding on to?" He pulled into my house.

"Yup." I popped the p, and got out. "Race to the couch, let's start with Coraline."

"As you wish." He shook his head, chasing after me anyway. It wasn't what I planned for, but I was happy. I guess having my costume break was the best possible outcome for the night. We curled up on the couch, and a sense of peace washed over me. Nothing had ever felt so right.  

#bnha x reader #bnha imagines #hitoshi shinso x reader #mha x reader #halloween #au #fanfiction #toga #dabi #party #cinderella #collab #bnha server collab #Shinsō Hitoshi #fake blood

[candycandy00]

The League of Villains Halloween Horror Anthology Sign Up

This is the sign up post for the first annual League of Villains Halloween Horror Anthology!

The deadline to sign up for this event is September 30th! Please keep that in mind!

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What it is:

The anthology will be various fanfics and fanart of League of Villains members reimagined as horror creatures/icons/characters, to be posted throughout October of this year. I thought it would be a fun way to get us all in the spooky Halloween mood.

This is an adults-only event! Please do not sign up unless you have your age listed in your bio or pinned post! Minors do not interact!

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Rules:

You can make fanfic or fanart, or both! But each piece must feature a League of Villains member (past or present, but only one per piece) as a horror creature/icon/character, such as a vampire or a masked killer. They have to be the source of the horror, so no zombie fics where the character is fighting zombies. If you pick zombie as your horror creature, the character you pick has to be a zombie.

Multiple people can claim each character, so if we get 30 Dabi fics, so be it. However, only one person can claim each horror icon for the medium you chose. So if someone already signed up for one of the characters as a vampire in a fic, you can’t sign up for a character (even a different one) as a vampire in a fic. You can sign up for a vampire in a fanart, provided no one else has. I will do these on a first come, first serve basis. So the first person to claim a given creature will get it. If a lot of people sign up and I feel like we’re legitimately running out of horror tropes, I might bend this rule a bit. Also! You can be specific to differentiate between creatures. Like an undead pirate is different from a regular zombie, and so on.

Fanfics can be X Reader or not. They can be NSFW/smut, or not. That’s up to you! If you choose Toga as your character, only write/draw SFW pieces for her, as she is a minor. It doesn’t matter if you age her up. You don’t have to make your piece horror, but it’s encouraged. This is a Halloween anthology after all. At the very least, a spooky vibe should be present, even if your piece is overall light hearted. Likewise, you don’t have to set the story on or around Halloween, but it would be nice to have some works that do so.

You can post your piece any time in October. From the first day of the month to the last. Ideally, the pieces will be spread out a bit throughout the month, but I’m not assigning anyone specific days. Just post it whenever you want in October.

If you sign up, but decide to drop out, that’s fine! This is a zero pressure event. You don’t even have to explain why. All I ask is that you send me a message or Ask letting me know so that I can remove you from the sign up list. Someone else might have wanted to write about the creature you chose, but couldn’t because you picked it.

When you post your piece, use the tag #lovhalloweenhorror. Feel free to use the tag before then! Use it to talk about the piece you’re working on, use it to post sketches or previews! Heck, use it even if you just plan to enjoy the fan works! Use it to talk about things you’d like to see/read as a viewer. Anything goes! Let’s build up some excitement!

As works begin to be posted in October, I’ll create a Masterlist post to list all of them in one convenient place. If you post your piece and you don’t see it added to the list within a day or so, send me a message to let me know in case I missed it.

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How to Sign up:

If you’d like to sign up to create a piece for this event, send me an Ask or a direct message with the following information:

Fanart or Fanfic?

Character?

Horror Creature?

That’s it! Please send a separate message for each piece you plan to make.

As people sign up, I’ll list them in this post so everyone can know what’s been claimed. Please be patient with me. I might be slow!

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The List:

Fanfiction:

@missrosegold - Dabi - Demon

@candycandy00 - Shigaraki - Scarecrow

@jabberwocky-92 - Shigaraki - God of Decay

@scary-grace - Shigaraki - Ghost/Wraith

@spicymeatball1992 - Shigaraki - Incubus

@jabberwocky-92 - Dabi - Grim Reaper

@gamergirlghost - Toga - Vampire

@doumadono - Dabi - Merman

@doumadono - Toga - Rusalka

Fanart:

@sammystep - Twice - Dr. Frankenstein

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Ideas/Inspiration:

If you’re having trouble deciding on a horror creature/icon/character, here’s a list of some to give you some ideas! Obviously, what you pick doesn’t have to come from this list, and in fact I’m looking forward to seeing all the different ideas I never thought of. You can even create your own creature! This is just a list of some possibilities.

Vampire | Werewolf | Demon | Witch/Warlock | Zombie | Ghost/Wraith | Banshee | Masked Killer | Mad Scientist | Scarecrow | Executioner | Butcher | Alien | Cyborg/Android | Witchfinder | Deep Sea Creature | Clown | Cannibal | Mummy

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Feel free to reblog this! Let’s get as many people involved as possible!

#dabi x reader #shigaraki x reader #shigaraki #dabi #league of villains #lov #mr compress x reader #league of villains fanfiction

[p-antomime]

what's your favorite scary movie?

— minors don't interact

— wc: 3,1K.

content + warnings: 18+, including: hard dom!shigaraki tomura, manhandle, unprotected sex, a bit of wall sex, oral sex (m. receiving), rough sex, fingering (with gloves), choking, humiliation, face & throat fucking, breeding kink, mask kink, creampie, a bit of size kink tbh.

pairings: ghostface!shigaraki tomura x reader.

my kinktober list!

note: all the characters quoted in this work are over 21 years of age.

— Is this good? — Your friend asked after she had tightened the frigid jacket around your body to make the Harley Queen costume from Birds Of Prey cling more firmly to yours shoulders.

— Oh, now that's perfect, thank you. — You smiled, looking in the mirror's reflection and analyzing the beautifully tailored outfit. — Are we staying until the party's over? I didn't want to wake up hung-over tomorrow.

— You only wake up hung-over if you drink yourself into a stupor. — She answered looking at you as if it was obvious.

— You know what I mean. — Picking up your cell phone, you checked the hours.

— I get it, but you already know my answer: just stay close to me and Touya and nothing bad can happen to you. — Toga opened a smile where you could see her fangs matching the vampire costume she had bought.

— Oh, sure... — You replied, trying not to let on that it was the two of them that you knew you couldn't trust if the party turned “ugly”.

— Relax, it's going to be great! — Toga exclaimed cheerfully before poking around the unlocked screen of the cell phone in your hand. — Touya will be parking in front of the dorm in about... fifteen minutes, so let's go wait for him downstairs.

And then the two of you headed down the hallways decorated with Halloween decorations like spider webs, plastic pumpkins and other materials and little skeletons. The walk to the entrance of the dormitory of the sorority you would live in until you finished your college years was uneventful, except for a few girls running around trying to finish fixing their costumes or probably trying to find some forgotten accessory; everyone was possibly going to the same party you and Toga were going to, even though you didn't even know who the person, or people, in charge of the party was.

— Hello, pretty girls! — Touya, dressed as Riddler from DC Comics, spoke up excitedly as he watched the two of you waiting for him and the car that he had obviously talked his wealthy father into giving him. — Ready for the best night of your lives?

— Of course! — Himiko answered, flashing an amused smile as Dabi unlocked the car doors for the two of you to get in.

Now it was almost seven o'clock at night.

— Needing a Joker today, Miss Queen? — Dabi asked you as he stared at you through the car's mirror as you sat in the white back of the car with Himiko.

— Ewww. — You smiled at him and denied it with your head. — I'd rather die.

— You shouldn't say things like that on Halloween, because there might be a crazy serial killer listening in. — Toga retorted as soon as Touya turned the key in the ignition and started to drive.

— Are any of you a crazy serial killer? — Y/N asked.

— Not that I know of. — Dabi replied.

— Then I'll be fine for now. — A sarcastic smile broke out on his lips and yours two friends giggled quietly.

The ride to the party was fun, with loud music and the three of you waving a few times to other people in costumes on the streets the car passed by at average speed. The place of the party was a bit far, you had to admit, and suddenly your head started to worry about how you would all get back to the dorms, but you didn't have time to verbalize your worries because minutes later Dabi was already parking meters behind a party big enough for you to be shocked by its dimensions, and the crowding in and out of it scared you even more.

— What the fuck... — Your mouth formed an "O" as soon as the three of you got out of the car and your eyes noticed that the house was getting bigger and bigger. — What if they call the police on this shit?

— Then you'll have to run for your dignity. — Dabi replied with a shrug. — But don't worry too much about that, nothing bad can happen today.

Hours later you knew he was wrong.

— Let's go. — Toga walked out in front calling the two of you with his hand and the three friends walked side by side until they reached the entrance of the residence more crowded than their classrooms during the weekdays.

Your eyes looked for some familiar people in the midst of that sea of people and managed to find, for example, Izuku Midoriya dressed as some character you couldn't define, Todoroki Shoto as a mad scientist, and even Rumi Usagiyama who, truth be told, made you feel some things that made your cheeks burn with embarrassment and your thighs need to press uncomfortably against each other.

— I'll be right back, 'kay? — Touya shouted to you and Toga as soon as you found a part of a wall in the house to lean against just so you wouldn't be in the middle of the other people circulating in the residence. — I'm getting drinks!

To be honest, you didn't understand half of what he said because of the loud music, but Himiko made an "Okay" sign with her fingers and you both watched Dabi walk away. Slowly your body began to move in accordance with the beats of the music reverberating through the place, and there was no longer any concern about how to get back to the dorm when Touya returned with two glasses with alcohol and whispered in your ear that he would share his with you, but that you didn't need to drink it if it was too strong for your liking. And it was, the disgusted look on your face gave you away completely.

But anyway, it was better to stay sober since neither Himiko nor Todoroki seemed to pay much attention to the fact that after the first drink they had already swallowed almost four or five full glasses of alcohol in a row. And at some unrecorded moment in your mind you somehow found yourself in the middle of a bunch of people dancing and rubbing against each other, sweat dripping off you, and suddenly the claustrophobic feeling began to surround you, even though your own body was moving according to the music just like the other people.

You felt a shiver run down your spine and instinctively your head turned to the side. Your eyes met red ones whose face was covered by a mask of the villain Ghostface from the movie Scream. And it seemed that all the rest of the world was in slow motion while your attention was fully focused on that masked person who wore clothes as dark as the night sky. He was broad-shouldered and probably just under six feet tall, for the first time in a long time you enjoyed feeling watched by someone you didn't even know. Or maybe you just liked the fact that you didn't know who was under that mask, and you didn't necessarily like being watched.

Only a few dancing bodies separated the two of you, and you looked away just to make sure where Touya and Toga were. Definitely the last thing you wanted was those two watching you flirt with someone and then make fun of you in the next morning, but ironically they were both busy talking to a group of four other people unknown to you.

But when you turned your attention back to where the masked man was supposed to be, there wasn't even a shadow of him. He had already left. And your eyes searched for him among all those people, but no sign.

— Fuck. — You shouted to yourself in frustration.

Should you go look for him?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Maybe, but why?

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀Well, why not?

— Hey, hey! — You tried to get the attention of Dabi or Toga to warn them that you were falsely going to the bathroom, but neither seemed to care too much about your call, so your eyes rolled in irritation and in the end you walked away from him without any warning. — Oh, hi! — You stopped a group of people in the middle of the hall. — Have you seen a tall guy wearing a Ghostface mask around here?

— What? — One of them shouted, bringing his ear closer to your mouth to try to hear better.

— A tall man! — You tried to speak louder with your hands around your lips. — In a Ghostface mask, have you seen him?

— Oh, you mean Tomura?

— I... I don't know, but I think so. — The boy about your age looked at you suspiciously and then gave you a mischievous smile.

— Got it. — He turned sideways before resting his hands on your shoulders and turning you toward a snail-shaped staircase in one corner of the house. — I saw him going up the stairs, but I don't know if he's still up there, so you can try to find him.

— Oh, okay, thanks! — You smiled with kindness, preferring to let the guy's mischievous smile pass you by, and started walking in the direction of the spiral staircase.

When you reached the second floor of the house, you were surprised to see that there were far fewer people upstairs and that there were a series of closed or ajar doors arranged along two corridors that led in unison to a huge balcony facing the backyard.

You started a search through the doors to find the one that should have the person you were looking for. Some were locked and by the click of the knob it was very obvious, so in the end there were only two doors left at the end of the second hallway and your feet were starting to hurt. Both were ajar, so with a simple glance through the gaps it was possible to see inside the place behind them. And as soon as your eyes landed on the same tall figure fully dressed in black lying on the bed in one of the rooms you had searched, your first instinct was to open the door slowly with a feeling of anxiety settling in your core.

— Hmm, hi... I... — You didn't know exactly what to say or how to say it, your mind didn't have a rehearsed script when you thought about going after that masked man, but his attention falling on your body again with him propping himself up on his elbows to look at you from behind that mask made your thighs press against each other and your teeth bite your lower lip. — Sorry, I... saw you downstairs and maybe I got interested and... you know, came looking for you. — He didn't say anything, and you swallowed hard before finished entering the room and leaned the door.

Tomura then adjusted his posture to sit on the edge of the bed for a few seconds before standing up and looking at you for what seemed like an eternity, although not a minute had passed. Your breath caught in the middle of your throat, and when he walked toward you, yours back ended up slamming against the bedroom door because your mind had forgotten that you yourself had closed that doorway seconds before. Your whole body tensed as the fingers covered by a thin glove reached up and rested on your chin to pull your face up. Now your eyes were staring at the dark part of his Ghostface mask.

— What's your favorite scary movie? — Tomura asked, and yours legs went wobbly as soon as your mind took in his low, husky, muffled voice escaping through that mask.

— Maybe it will be Scream from now on. — And you didn't know where you got the courage to answer him like that.

Maybe he was smiling under that mask, but it was impossible to tell. His fingers passed over your lips, and instinctively you opened them, soon feeling them pressed against your tongue and making you choke. One of Tomura's knees slowly came between your legs and rested there, his hands fell on the waistband and buttons of your shorts that were part of the costume and slowly unbuttoned them while the masked man's fingers began to make back and forth movements in and out of your mouth wetteting his gloved fingers with your saliva.

He helped you to remove the jacket and the bottom of your costume, and soon you were wearing only the pink top, the delicate panties and the shoes that were also part of her. Ironically the situation of you being almost totally naked while Tomura was still fully dressed made you wet the bottom of your panties even more, all of which gave you the impression that if he wanted to take advantage of the situation with you vulnerable and push you against the floor and rail you, you would let him. In fact, you wanted that.

His fingers ghosted over your still-covered wet folds and your body crumbled at his touch. The thought of not knowing how he was reacting under that mask also turned you on so much that you felt like your sanity was going to break completely.

Tomura circled his fingers over the edges of your panties before pulling the fabric down yours legs and slowly slipping two fingers inside you. Your feet were on tiptoe from the abrupt invasion and your eyes rolled up, legs instinctively opening wider to allow better access and hands going to rest on the broad shoulders of your masked man. The thin layer of the black glove seemed to make his fingers less thin and that's why you felt so full; the wet noise of digits going in and out of you making the situation even more exciting.

Running your eyes down Tomura's body you saw his obvious erection covered by black pants and your mouth salivated. You wanted to take him in your mouth so badly, but first you had to deal with the mind-blowing orgasm that began to approach more quickly when the masked man held your hips in place against the bedroom door more firmly and began to thrust his fingers harder and faster inside you, the liquid from your arousal running down your legs and wetting the floor beneath you. And your eyes couldn't even look away from his mask.

It wasn't long before your cunt was squirting against his gloved palm, your breath burning your lungs from the inside and legs barely able to stand without Tomura's knee supporting your lower back. And you didn't even know you were a squirter.

And then Tomura pulled away and literally let your body fall against the floor of the bedroom, the pain in your knees was instantaneous and you loved feeling humiliated like that. Your pussy became even wetter as your eyes watched the man walk away as if you were just a toy for his amusement and sit down on the edge of the bed again before tapping the soles of his feet lightly on the floor in front of him. Shigaraki Tomura wanted you to crawl up to him and get between his legs, so that's what you did.

He didn't have to unbutton his own pants because as soon as you found yourself kneeling in front of him your hands were busy doing that and pulling down his underwear with them. His cock was long, slightly curved upward, and it didn't take long for your tongue to be licking up and down its length and tip; his precum mixing with your saliva as soon as you got it halfway into your mouth because that was just the amount that would fit.

But your masked man wasn't the most patient person in the world, so he quickly tangled his hands in your hair and forced you to swallow the entire long length of his dick, your nose pressed against his pelvis. You choked, feeling his tip reach your throat as your pussy became even wetter at your partner's lack of finesse. Tomura then began to fuck your mouth and throat, with his head sometimes falling backwards enjoying the pleasure and soon after returning to stare at you with the Ghostface mask on without moving from its place. A few times he held your head still in place, with his cock fully inside your mouth, until your breath was almost completely gone from your lungs and you moaned around him, loving the feeling of being used by him.

His dick began to twitch against your tongue and he made sure to withdraw from your mouth and then pull your body up onto the bed as he lay you against the mattress and placed you sitting on his thighs. Fuck you raw? Yeah, that's exactly what he wanted.

Leaning one hand on his chest and using the other to guide his cock into your entrance, your body leaned over his and slowly, quietly, almost torturously, your hips lowered against Tomura's, his cock filling you completely in a slow rhythm, then his palms bunched against your thighs and pulled your body down sharply, which occasioned the rest of his length to invade your interior abruptly. And the pain was never better than at that moment, damn it, you could feel the tip of him kissing your cervix and as a result your back arched painfully.

Gasping more than you could be proud of, you looked up at his mask-covered face and reached for one of his hands with yours to bring it to the base of your neck, where their fingers were used to squeeze the sides.

— P-Please... choke me. — You began to move up and down on him as soon as his fingers complied your request.

Every time your body went down, his went up. Your insides were never really empty and this was a great help to your second orgasm coming quickly. The sound of flesh hitting flesh, the skin of your ass becoming increasingly throbbing from the impacts, the fingers of his hand that wasn't on your neck digging against the skin of your hip and certainly leaving red marks behind. Everything was contributing to him fucking you dumb and the only thing present in your mind was just him and his Ghostface mask.

The moans coming from deep in your throat propelled Tomura himself to eventually cum inside you first, arching his hips and spurting cum deep into your cunt. And the feeling of being completely filled by his white cream combined with the thrusts he kept making was enough to launch you into your own orgasm as well, your body falling forward spasming and the still gloved hands of the masked man going to hold your hips to keep you from eventually pulling his cock out of your wet hole.

— Fuck... — You breathlessly whispered looking straight at his mask after trying to regain your breath. — That was... amazing and... — Your ears caught a small amused laugh escaping the edges of his mask and you felt ashamed for saying it.

And then Tomura pulled your body up, thus removing himself from you, laid you down on the bed and reached for the pants on the floor. Soon you found yourself staring at the glowing screen of his cell phone, he wanted your number.

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Heya! Begging you for headcanons for Dabi, Shiggy and Toga with a reader who is like Ririka Momobami from Kakegurui?

The reader is basically yk excellent at copying people, always wears a mask and is all cold and stoic when wearing the mask, but in truth they suck at conversations and feel quite insecure when the mask is not covering they’re face anymore? <:

Dabi, Toga, and Shigaraki x GN!Reader

Warnings:Nothing I can think of to be honest, mainly fluff and such. Oh, and not proof read </3 so if there is female pronouns or anything please let me know<33 A/N: I was more than happy to do this! Anon, this was so cute!! Thank you so much for requesting, and the other anons for requesting too. I loved this <3 Also, happy (kinda late lol)Halloween!!

Dabi{Touya Todoroki}:

Dabi didn’t think much of you, to be honest. He just got a bit uncomfortable with how quiet you could get at first. Sometimes he’d notice you staring at him, just cold, no emotion he could sense. He’d snarl a bit with how weird he saw you. Thought you were doing to find a weak spot on him, seeing how you did it to the others as well.

During a fight, Dabi noticed how you copied Toga’s attacks, even noticing when you’d almost match her voice pitch to some extent. He assumed you just acted like her but knew how to act civilly when appropriate. Yet, it wasn’t. Upon seeing you match Shigaraki’s personality when confronting people willing to join the league. You were even acting somewhat childish when stating certain things. He then caught on to what you were doing and was a bit impressed, to be honest.

After some time, Dabi started to get used to your quietness. To some point, it was soothing to him. A comfortable silence he needed after dealing with league members or stress in general. You two never spoke too much, and he liked that about you. Always thought that was your way of protecting yourself. And he respected that boundary.

However, one day your mask got destroyed while in a fight. Dabi noticed and saw you look frantically for it, not noticing it was pretty much dust by now. He saw the worried and frantic look on your face and just assumed you were concerned about your face being scarred or something of the sort. Afterward, heading back to any hideout the league was at, he noticed you were a lot more fidgety than usual, like an utterly different person.

So, as one does, he cornered you and wanted answers. He noticed that you were nervous. And saw you trying to pull a tough act. It didn’t get through to him, though. He was yanking your collar and leaning closer. You were nervous, and you knew the act was over; you couldn’t convince him. So you told him the mask was an easy way to hide behind your true feelings; you were insecure. You copied others to benefit yourself in certain situations.

He let you go, and you gave Dabi the answer he wanted. And the fun started when walking back to the hideout. He found it amusing you tried to start up conversations and fell flat on your face at each attempt. Dabi never expected the mysterious mask intimidator would be so bad at doing something as easy as speaking. When you two were back, he was holding in some laughs as you two made your way inside.

Dabi will never admit to you, but he thinks it’s better when you’re more awkward—finding it more real when your mask is off—not faking it like other people. Is it uncomfortable when you attempt to start a conversation and fail miserably? Yeah, but he likes it. Probably more than he should &lt;//3

Toga Himiko:

She always thought you had the mask because of a quirk, always giggling while poking at the mask. Wasn’t a huge fan of your stoic demeanor. Would always over exaggerate when talking about you. Even made up a story about you being a monster who lurks in the night. And only puts on your mask to hide your identity from the cops. She worked hard on it &lt;;/3

She was one of the first who saw you copied other people when she noticed and got excited since it was similar to her quirk! Loved seeing you act like her when fighting; she thought it was super cute and felt special since you copied her moves specifically! She always was pouting when you copied anyone else’s fighting style. And once, she caught on when you sometimes acted like Twice when you were around. She loved it and thought it was a way to get close to her! But she did ask you to pretend to be Midoryia a lot &lt;//3

Though the day she saw your face, she ran up to you for a  hug but ended up startling you. You two didn’t fall, thankfully. However, your mask did. Toga didn’t notice at first. Only when she looked up at you did she see your flustered, pretty face. Catching your eyes, scanning the mask as you fidgeted, almost stuttering an “E-excuse me..” trying to get her to let you go. She surprisingly did as she let you grab your mask. She giggled, realizing why you wore it after noticing how you went from shy to the regular cold demeanor people are used to.

After the incident, Toga always teased you for being socially awkward. Always asking to see your face, sometimes nuzzling you when you did, and she’d cutely pout if you refused. Even though she teased you for being a bit insecure, she was constantly chirping compliments in your ear, trying to get you out of your comfort zone, and sometimes mocked your stoic demeanor. She always thought it was funny when some people saw you as scary or intimidating, knowing how you acted with the mask off. She doesn’t think less of you.

Tomura Shigaraki {Tenko Shimura}:

Similar to Dabi, Shigaraki didn’t overthink you. But, much unlike Dabi, Shigaraki did call you a creep a few times as he caught you staring at him and was much more open on his opinions with how you presented yourself. You didn’t talk much. He didn’t care and liked how you did your job. You were never really in his way.

Shigaraki never was always paired up with you but heard things Toga would spew. Since then, he was intrigued by you, and he would get you two to be on missions together. And noticed you were mimicking him. At first, he thought you were mocking him. Until he saw you match Mr. Compress’.s doges. Which made him even more curious, and frankly, a little jealous. He wondered if that’s why you used to look back at your colleagues when you first joined, taking mental notes to see what you found helpful and use it yourself.  The curiosity involving you grew, from stories from Toga to experiences from league members and first-hand experience. What else is there about you besides your stoic and cold attitude?

Then one day, curiosity got the best of him. When you were sitting across from him, he asked about your mask and how you were copying people. You didn’t answer that much, mainly “yes” and “no” being the only responses you’d give him, and those were even uncommon for what he’d ask. He did grow quite annoyed, seeing how you barely responded and how you were being a bit uncooperative. As his curiosity grew, so did his short amount of patience. Instead of asking to see your face, he just leaned in, touching you.

You didn’t react as Shigaraki faced you. You were a bit frightened as you were aware of his quirk. So you sat still hoping it’d cause him not to touch you, your mask was dust, you looked up at him, eyes wide. He looked at you, kneeling a bit. He wasn’t expecting you to look..a lot better than expected. “I wasn’t going to hurt you,” he said as you blushed a bit. You tried apologizing but could only stutter a pathetic and quiet“so-sorry.” He smiled to himself, “Who would’ve known. You’re always so serious when you have that thing on.” He said, putting his hand on his cheek, scratching his neck a bit. You two, in his eyes, had a much more pleasant conversation.

He found out more about you, finding out you copied other people to help get your way around. And when you were awkward, he’d let you know—not trying to be mean, not at all. Just him being honest and upfront. He was a bit surprised you were even socially awkward. With how you acted, he expected a more hard-headed and more bitch face kind of person, but hey, he wasn’t complaining

Ever since the day he knew you more, he wanted to spend more and more time with you. He still thinks you’re exciting and likes to see you fight. Likes how strong you are and your stoic demeanor but appreciates your more socially awkward side. Sees you more like an average person and less of a creep in his eyes. Likes you a lot more now!<33

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