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jujutsukatsuki · 10 months ago

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Happy Halloween || Ghostface! K.B.

I know we still have a bit to halloween but i got inspired to finish this! This is part two to a old Ghostface bakugou fic i wrote a while ago. Read it here

This is a script i found, i did change a few things so its not word for word but you get the idea!

Sorry it took me nearly 2 years to do part 2 {TW: Knifeplay, stalking, blowjob, deepthroating, choking, humiliation, talks of murder and violence, making a sex tape, edging, rough sex, p in v, unprotected sex, fearplay, mask kink, oral (m and f), blood play)

It was Halloween night. The memories of Bakugou in his ghost face costume plagued your thoughts as you carved a pumpkin. He was suppose to be with you tonight but he got called to go patrol.

You couldn’t stop thinking about the way his knife grazed your skin or the cold material of his gloves on your cunt. The small cut he gave you on your collarbone still stung but it stung in such a good way.

With your horny thoughts filling your head, you barely noticed the presence behind you until it whispered in your ear.

“What are you doing?” You gasped and turned around, met with the same white screaming face that was stuck in your head. His maniacal laugh was slightly muffled from behind the mask.

“Did I scare you?” He cooed, the tip of his knife brushed your hair behind your ear. You could barely feel the cold metal graze your skin but the touch was enough to make you clench your thighs. The carving knife that was in your hand was held to his chest, if he stepped closer he’d impale himself. The sweet sound of his laugh rang through your ears. You knew who it was under the mask. You knew if it got to be too much, all you’d need to do is say your safe word.

“Come on princess. What are you gonna do with that? Put that silly thing away.” His leather glove caresses your cheek, the material is cold and smooth.

“What.. what do you want?” You question him. You can see the bright whites of his teeth from behind the mesh of the mask.

“What do I want? Let me think. Maybe I’ve come here to finally kill you. Carve my knife through your stomach like that pumpkin you’re working on and rip you from the inside out. Or maybe… I’ve come to fuck with your head some more. I haven’t decided yet.”

He smirks as he watches your breathing hitch as you struggle to form words. Your thighs are clenching together, the material of your school girl costume caught between them. It’s just enough pressure to give you a tiny bit of relief.

“You’re so cute when you’re scared.” He hummed before he steps back to take in your costume. The noise he makes is one of approval before he takes his knife and cuts off the top two buttons of the white shirt you’re wearing. It exposes your cleavage.

“Leave me alone!” You huff and hold your shirt together.

“Leave me alone!” He mocks back to you before wrapping a hand tight around your neck, forcing you to be pinned between him and the counter. He grits his teeth and snarls, cutting away the rest of your shirt.

“That really what you want? Huh?! You sure you don’t just want my cock stuffed inside your holes until you’re full of my cum?!” A few tears slid down your cheeks as the tight feeling in your stomach feels even tighter.

“Go on, sweets. Answer me.” You look away from the hollow eyes of the mask.

“Didn’t think so.” He scoffs and squeezes his hand around your throat even more.

You look towards your phone that’s lighting up with a text from someone.

“That’s cute, you’ve got a date? Not on my watch.” He scoffs once more as he grabs your phone.

“You know, doll, I’m hurt that you’d wanna be with anyone else on such a scary night, especially after I made you feel so good the last time. You should apologize.” He fakes hurt as he looks to you again, his free hand pressed to his chest. It allows you to see the knife held between his fingers.

“Come on. ‘I’m sorry, Mr. Ghostface! I don’t know what I’m doing with that loser when only you can touch me!’” His voice goes high as he mocks you and what you should say. You look away as his exact words fall from your lips. Cheeks warm with embarrassment.

“Why don’t you get down on your knees for me, hm?” He licks his lips as you nod and get on your knees. You stare up at the white mask, you swallow thickly before glancing to the knife in his hand once again.

"Keep your eyes on me." His voice is gruff as he talks, you gasp as he slaps you and forces your eyes up to where his would be, he moves the cloak and lets you see the silver of the metal from his belt. "little upgrade from last year Doll. Easier access." You barely process what he says as he undoes the belt with one hand, his pants coming down slowly after. No words come to your mind as your eyes drift from the bulge in his grey boxers to him.

"You want it?" He growls and forces your head into him, you let out another gasp as you feel the bulge against your lips. He feels how you open your mouth and start to lick along his length, he hisses at the little bit of friction from his boxers rubbing against his skin.

"What do you want? I wanna hear it." He yanks your head back by your hair once again.

"I want your cock.. MIster Ghostface.. i want it please.." You beg, barley recognizing your own voice that's thick with lust. You feel like a dumb slut but you don't care. Your goal is to get fucked tonight.

"I knew you would. You like when I pull your hair like that?" You nod as he pulls his boxers down, hardened cock springing out. He pushes your head towards it and you open your mouth, tongue hanging out.

"That’s it." He groans and slides into your mouth, hissing at how warm and wet it was around his length. He thrusts in and out a few times as he lets his head roll back, you can't see it but you know his eyes are squeezed tight together. He pulls out and slaps his cock against your tongue. The taste of his precum is warm and salty.

"Stroke it." He moves his hands away, keeping one tangled in the hair at the back of your head, the tingling from your scalp travels to your pussy, at least you feel like it does.

"You’re mine, got it? And I’ll do with you whatever I please. I catch you with anyone else and… well you know what happens, dollface." He grunts as you suck on the tip, another hiss through his teeth.

"There you go, suck that dick like a good little slut."

His voice gets low as you suck on his cock, your head bobbing back and forth quickly, stroking what you couldn't fit in your throat.

"Look at you go. Taking it like a champ. I’m sure you won’t mind if I just-" He groans as he shoves his cock down your throat, your nose is pressed to the fabric of his black shirt, you can smell his cologne and the sutt from his quirk, just to ground you a little and remind you that it is the love of your life behind the mask.

"Aww, you tearing up? But you like being choked." You can hear the smirk as the tears start to run down your cheeks, he listens to your gagging noises a few more times but he finally lets you pull back. Gasping and sputtering, spit runs down your chin and soaks into your skin.

"Please fuck me mister ghostface." Your voice is hoarse as you speak, he chuckles from behind the mask as he yanks you up, the tip of the knife cutting the middle of your bra. You yelp as the tip gently cuts you, pretty red blood bubbling up.

"Want me to do it again? Who am I kidding, of course you do, cause you’re a slut." He smirks before he goes to a bag he left on the floor and pulls out a camera. You watch as he sets it up, not daring to move from the spot he put you in.

"We’re gonna make our own little movie." He hums and makes sure his angle is perfect to see the spot on the couch.

"I’m gonna set my camera right there and turn it on." The beep of the camera made you jump, thighs clamped together as you whimper. He sits on the couch and pulls you into his lap.

"i wanna play a game. It’s called I’m gonna fuck you in this cute little costume and if you cum before I tell you, you die. Understand?" You feel the knife press against your skin, the metal is cold and makes your pussy drip. Your back is to his chest, your legs spread over his so you cant close them.

"Mmm. I’m gonna fucking break you. How’s that sound?" He whispers in your ear, breath tickling your skin making you shiver, he shoves your skirt up and cuts your panties off. "Useless things." He hums and feels your wetness on the fabric. "Dirty slut." He chuckles deeply and throws the pair on his bag for save keeping. He moves so his cock is rubbing against your pussy, his skin is warm against yours. Making you feel like fire. "Sit on my dick" He commands and you do without question, gasping and squirming a little as he stretches your hole out. "F-fuck.." You whine and bit your lip as you sit all the way down. He smacks your thigh demanding you to bounce so you do. your chest bounces as you look at the camera and gasp, rolling your hips with each bounce to hit that special spot that makes your toes curl.

"Yeah, bounce on that cock." He groans and reaches around to rub your clit with his gloved hand before his hand snakes up to wrap around your throat. HIs grip is tight enough to make you see stars but in such a good way. "Gonna choke you extra tight this time. Hope you don’t need to breathe, that’d be a shame." He lets out a sadistic chuckle and smirks, you push out a small whimper.

"That’s it. So fucking good." He drops the knife and your throat so he can grab your hips and bounce you on his cock hard and fast. You can feel the air sucked from your lungs as you try and catch your breath from the quick pace. "Mister G-Ghost-F-Face please!" You manage to let out, trying to ask for a second to stop so you don't cum early.

"Aw I’m torturing you? Good. This is your punishment. I’m giving you what a nasty little slut deserves. I love watching you squirm on my cock while I touch you. I’m close. You better not be, though. I’d hate to have to spill my pretty little fucktoy’s guts." The growl of his voice makes you squeeze around his cock, so close to cumming without permission.

"I feel you clenching around me. Is an orgasm really worth your pathetic life, sweetheart?" He lets out a chuckle that turns into a small moan "Please Mister.. please.. please let me cum.. i can't hold it.. please.. please." You word vomit as you whine and try and hold it back.

"Is that begging, I hear? This is the best Halloween ever." He grins and flips you so youre bent over the arm of the couch, his hips drilling into your ass.

"Please!" You yelp at the sudden change

"Nope. Don’t you FUCKING cum. Do you wanna die?" The knife is against your neck, cold metal making your eyes water as you whine and squirm.

"You know the rules, baby girl. As much as I love hearing you beg, I’m not gonna let you off that easy." He pulls out and pants, he yanks the cloak off and his shirt, careful to keep the mask on. You look at the sweat on his chest, the scars that litter his torso.

"In fact, stand up." He sets off the couch and strokes his cock, the feeling of cumming disappears as you move to kneel on the floor once more, the cool hardwood burning your hot skin.

The gloved hand is in your hair once again, yanking your head back, he slaps you to get you to open your mouth. The tip of his cock slides down your throat, your nose pressed against the happy trail on his abdomen.

"I’m gonna cum down your throat." He hisses and starts to thrust into your throat, tears and spit spilling from you.

"Mmm! Swallow everything like the needy slut you are." He moans as the spurts of cum slip down the back of your throat, you try and gag at the sudden intrusion but he holds your head so you cant waste any.

He pants and moves to turn the camera off before stroking your hair. "good girl, didn't waste any. That's what i like to see." He smirks

"Are.. are you done?" You ask softly, hoping you aren't due to how bad you wanted to cum.

"Of course we’re not finished here. Since you’ve been so good for me, I’ll have to give you your treat. Bend over for me and keep your face forward. DON’T Turn around. You try to peek at my face and I’ll slit your pupils." He growls and watches as you scramble to follow orders. You hear the plastic mask hit the ground and grip the cushions of the couch. Suddenly you can feel the leather gloves on your ass and his tongue on your pussy, you gasp and squirm lightly.

"You taste so good baby. You like that?" He groans at your taste before sucking on your tongue, his tongue flicking over it a few times. You push back into him and gasp. "Fuck.. yes.. Fuck" You whimper, thighs quivering.

"I know you’ve been waiting so patiently to cum. You gonna cum for me?" "Yes.. Fuck.. Mister Ghostface.. I'd.. I'd love to cum for you." You choke out, harsh pants between words.

"Cum Doll." He growls as he slides his tongue into you, making you whine loudly and cum, body trembling. He groans at the taste and keeps going, tongue pressing into you until he feels your cunt stop quivering. He pulls away and you no longer feel his warm breath on your pussy. He pulls the mask back on. "Turn around baby." He hums and you slowly sit on the couch, looking up at him whose pulling his boxers back up. You snatch the mask from him as you stand up, his unruly blonde hair flattened from the mask and the sweat.

"Happy Halloween, baby. Sorry about ruining your costume. And your makeup." He had a shit eating grin on his lips as he looked at you. "Shut up." You mutter and kiss him, tasting one another on each others lips.

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jujutsukatsuki · 10 months ago

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Burning House || B.Barnes

|| it’s been a while, hi <3 ||

|| Tw: mentions of cigarettes, depression and Bucky being sad ): ||

His eyes were dead as he stared at her from across the meeting table. She watched Fury talk. She could feel his eyes digging holes in her skull but there was nothing she could do. They were once in love and yet, here they were. Broken up but on the same team still.

As her eyes shifted to him, he looked away. She let out a sigh as Fury dismissed the group. Y/n left as quickly as she came.

“Y/n.” He said and grabbed her arm, he spun her to face him.

“W-“ She felt the cold metal of his hand on her lips as his eyes searched hers for something. Anything.

“I’m sorry.” He whispered. He couldn’t bring himself to say more, his voice caught in his throat with all the thoughts that swarmed his brain. His hand slowly fell away as Bucky let out a gentle shy. She could smell the coffee, cigarettes and toothpaste on his breath.

Y/n sat frozen as Bucky walked off quickly. She sucked her teeth as she walked off, trying to get the imagine of him out of her head. They had broken up because Bucky couldn’t hand her love. How strongly she believed in him, when he barely believed in himself.

She went home that night and lit one of her candles, it was his favorite scent. She stared at the flame that flicked due to how empty the candle was. Y/n was sure it was some stupid metaphor for her heart. She wondered if he could feel her right now. Feel how much she missed him.

A knock on her door pulled her from her depressive thoughts as she missed Bucky. Not just as her boyfriend. But her best friend. Her partner in crime. Her everything.

She looked out the peephole and saw Bucky. She undid the latch and opened the door.

“Bu-“ There was that cold metal on her mouth again

“Don’t say anything. I want to kiss you.” He breathed out and stared at her. She nodded and his hand fell asleep as he leaned down and kissed her, hands cradling her head. He kicked the door closed and walked her back to the couch, lips smushed together like they were glued.

They lost track of how many hours they sat like that on the couch together, just holding each other and sharing kisses over and over.

“Are you tired?” He whispered against her lips.

“No.” She said before kissing him again.

He couldn’t help himself as his mind drifted off, was this who he was meant to be? A good man who helped the world and allowed himself to be loved by a woman who looked at him like he drew the stars? He looked over to the sleeping form. He leaned foreword and pressed a kiss to her bare shoulder.

Bucky thought of how he’d be if hydra never happened. If you existed in the 40’s or him in the present day. No hydra. No super heroes. No winter solider memories. Before all the bad things.

The next morning, She put on his shirt and made him breakfast. His hands on her hips, kissing the back of her head. Just how it was before he freaked out and burnt the house down. His touch was so gentle.

Y/n glanced over her shoulder and smiled as he looked down at her. Bucky was running back into this full force. He needed her. He needed someone to believe in him when he couldn’t. James needed someone who’d love him when he could barely pull himself from his bed.

He was doing this for her. For himself. For the sake of the relationship. He owed it to himself to not run when things felt hard.

“Y/-“ Her hand was over his mouth this time.

“Hush. I know.” She leaned up and kissed him, arms around his neck, his hands snaked around her waist as he pulled her close to him. The warmth from her body made him feel loved.

“I love you.” He whispered for the first time ever.

“I love you too James.” Her smile made the frosty exterior of his heart melt. In that moment, nothing mattered. It was just them together. Forever.

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jujutsukatsuki · 10 months ago

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New look, who this?

#sam talks #i’m back #bakugou x reader #bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #carmy x reader #armin arlert x reader smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x reader smut

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jujutsukatsuki · 10 months ago

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I’ve also been on suuuch a Bucky kick lately 🥺 that man is so fine I just wanna take care of him!!!

Anyways, you’re so real for that post🫶🏼

i use to write bucky fics like years ago and im tempted to go back ehehhe

#bucky barnes #bucky x reader #marvel #marvel x reader

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jujutsukatsuki · 10 months ago

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Bucky Barnes.

Reblog if you agree <3

#Bucky Barnes #winter solider #captain America #Steve rogers #Sam Wilson #marvel #marvel comics #James Barnes #James Buchanan Barnes #falcon #falcon and winter soldier #captain America civil war #captain america first avenger #captain America winter soldier

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year ago

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That last person defff sent the original hate mail 💀💀 stinky behavior.

If anything they’re mad you used something negative to fuel something positive!! Instead of getting down you wrote more. Fuck yeah I love that energy. Keep writing 🧡 you’re amazing

I love you babes!!!!! XX you’re so cute!!!

I just know that hate mail anon smell like Fritos 💀🤢

#mailbox

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year ago

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“In honor of someone sending me hate mail”

holy shit get over yourself

have fun getting doxxed

Lol you’re funny. I just know your hair is greasy and you smell like a Walmart bathroom that hasn’t been cleaned 🤢

#hate mail

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jujutsukatsuki · 1 year ago

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Memories || B.K

|| in honor of someone sending in a hate mail about my writing and specifically part one of this work, which you don’t have to read to understand this. Here’s part two! This is dedicated to that hater! Listen to Memories by Conan Gray to get the full effect! ||

It had been six months since she saw him, since he broke her heart. Since he walked out the door like she meant nothing. She saw him on tv often, Pro Hero Dynamite, every week it was a report about how he saved the city or was accepting a new award for his heroics.

It wasn’t fair.

She stilled lived in the same apartment, mainly cause they had signed a two year lease so she couldn’t leave. She had finally managed to get herself to stop crying when she would look at the old pictures of the two of them.

She watches the rain out the window, a black cardigan pulled around her as she sees the sidewalks puddled with water. She takes a sip of her red wine as a soft knock breaks the gentle silence of the apartment. The cat she had gotten a month after he left her, gently meows and jumped up on the entry table next to the dark oak front door.

The walk to the door is quick from her cozy chair that overlooks the sidewalk. She looks through the peephole and sees red eyes peering through it at her. She jumps before she opens the door.

“Bakugou?” The use of his last name makes his skin crawl, he groans.

“I just.. can we talk? Y/n?” He looks at her, he can watch the gears in her brain turn as she looks at him. She can see how wet his hoodie is and she can’t help but open the door for him.

He slides in and goes to walk into the living room but stumbles over the cat.

“Who put a fuckin’ cat there?!” He grumbled before letting the cat sniff his hand.

She watches him cautiously, like she’s a wild animal and he’s prey.

Somehow they end up on the kitchen floor, Bakugou is wrapped in a blanket, his clothes put in the dryer. Y/n has her back against the cabinets as she watches him, her knees are pulled tight to her chest as if they were a shield guarding her heart from him.

“I miss you.” His voice is rough, she can see the remainder of the black make up he wore under his hero mask.

“I wish you’d stay in my memories.” She bites back, her tone is sharp, callous, calculated.

“I deserve that.” He agrees and runs his hands through the damp blonde streaks, the black cat named Starfire had curled up next to him.

‘Traitor’ Y/n thinks in her head as she eyes her companion.

“I hate what I did to you.. I was trying to pr-“

“So help me god if you say protect me.” Y/n snaps, her eyes watering from the confrontation.

“Y/n.. baby.. you don’t get it..” he tried to reason, his eyes search hers for any hope that he can explain.

“I get it. I got it when I came home to a half empty apartment and you sat me down and then walked out. I understood when you blocked my number. I understood when you had security kick me out of your agency when I wanted to talk to you.”

Bakugou closes his eyes, the alcohol has gotten to his head and he feels ill, or maybe it’s the guilt for his actions.

“You protected me all through out high school and college and I supported you when you were in hero school and starting out and you faced greater threats then whatever it was this time. You didn’t leave me then. So what was it Bakugou? What the fuck was it?!”

His last name on her tongue feels wrong, he wants to hear katsuki from her pretty lips.

“I.. I got scared. I wanted to marry you but I got scared. I wasn’t ready.” He whispers and moves closer to Y/n, he moves to lay on the ground, his head in her lap.

“Please Y/n… I’m sorry… please understand.”

She can feel the tears fall on the bare skin of her thigh, she thinks about the last few months that they were together in her head. The way he had gotten a call about a nine thousand dollar transaction on his card, the way he always would stand in the closet and be staring at something but hide it away when Y/n would come around. His mom texting and asking when they could go get their nails done even when they had never done that before.

Y/n looks down at the sobbing drunk man and sighs, she rubs the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut. The sound of the dryer going off rips her from all thought.

“I’ll be right back.” She gently maneuvers out from under him and goes to get his laundry. When she returns with the clothes, he’s still on the floor petting Starfire and whispering to himself.

“Your mom is so beautiful, I wish I never fucked things up.. I miss her every day. I know I ruined her but I could fix it.. make it up.. god..”

Y/n clears her throat and Bakugou sits up quickly startling Starfire who scampers off.

“You can sleep in the guest room. You’re in no condition to drive or walk.“

Bakugou stands up, keeping the blanket tight around him.

“Okay,” he agrees and walks to where the guest room was, he loved this apartment, remembered the day the two moved in like it was yesterday. He opens the door and it looks different. Y/n’s things are in here.

“Wrong door.” Y/n says as she crosses her arms over her chest.

Bakugou turns and opens their old bedroom. The guest room furniture was now in here.

“Why?” He asks and looks at her.

“Couldn’t stand to be in there.” She looks away.

He doesn’t say anything else as he goes into the room.

“Oh. Here.” She grabs his clothes from the kitchen counter and hands them to him.

“Thanks Y/n.” He smiles, his head feels gross, he needs to lay down.

“Yeah. Well good night.”

She walks into her bedroom and closes the door, she puts her back against it and slides down it, hands running through her hair.

Y/n lets herself cry, she sniffles as she wipes her tears on the black cardigan. It’s not fair she tells herself that right as she’s fully put back together he comes in here and fucks it all up, it’s not fair that he can ruin her own self image of herself and run back to her like it meant nothing.

She takes her sweater off and puts on a big t shirt and crawls into bed. Within a few minutes there’s a knock at the door and Bakugou peeks his head in.

“Y/n?” He says “I love you.” He finishes.

Her eyes flick to him and she jumps out of bed, the door flying open to see his full body

“No. No. No. No.” she picks up a pillow and starts to hit him with it, all the rage she had built up exploding out.

“You don’t get to say that! You don’t get to come here and ruin my life over again like you did already! You don’t get to make me believe that we could be something again when you already proved that I was nothing! You made me feel like I was nothing! Don’t you understand that you’re holding yourself back from finding someone you actually love?! I was barely surviving after you left! It’s not fair!” She screams at him, tears rolling down her cheeks like the storm that rages outside.

Her face is red and warm and her body feels like she’s laying on hot coals. Bakugou gently grabs her and pulls her into a hug, she can faintly smell the cologne he always used, the one she still kept in her bathroom. She can smell the beer on him as well. She breaks down in his arms, she can barely hold herself up as he strokes her back and holds her.

“Shhh, I got you. It’s okay.” He whispers and pulls her to the bed, he lays down with her on his chest. He keeps a tight hold.

“I’m sorry… I’m so sorry.” He whispers over and over.

They fall asleep like that. When the sun comes up and shines in their eyes, they lay in the aftermath of the storm. Bakugou wakes up first like he always did. Y/n isn’t far behind when she feels gentle kisses on her forehead.

“Morning sleeping beauty.” He whispers

“Hi.” She muttered and closes her eyes once again.

Maybe they didn’t have to be what they were before, maybe they could be something better.

Bakugou gently sits up and holds her.

“I am sorry Y/n.. and I do miss you. Just please.. one shot..”

Y/n takes a deep inhale of the cologne that sticks to his body. She slowly nods.

“Okay.. one shot, that’s all you get.”

“That’s all I need. I won’t fuck up again. I promise.”

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