Warnings: Oral (f Receiving), Fem!Reader, Shibari

Warnings: oral (f receiving), fem!Reader, shibari

Synopsis: Douma initiates you into the world of shibari

Author: @dumadono

A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration Today's prompt: shibari

Masterlist

Douma's heart is captivated by artistry, and what greater embodiment of artistic expression is there than the ancient Japanese art of bondage, known as shibari or, in its traditional form, kinbaku? 

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That day, he embarks on a journey from mere admiration to active engagement and beyond. This is why the two of you find yourselves strolling along this quiet, desolate dirt path, burdened with an array of tools and paraphernalia, ready to delve into the world of bound passion and creative intimacy.

"Have you ever ventured into the art of shibari?" you inquire, your voice hesitant like a gentle breeze.

"A few times, yet I never fully mastered it, lotus," he responds, his words flowing like a tranquil stream.

"How so, Douma-sama?" you question, curiosity dancing in your eyes.

"Shibari, my little lotus, is an art of intricate knots and delicate ties," he answers, his voice a seductive whisper. "It requires patience, precision, and a deep connection between the one tying and the one being bound. I believe we share such a connection."

You blush at his words.

You now find yourself at a single-room wooden dwelling. Douma has frequented this place, studying its secrets, delivering various items, and readying the weathered edifice you now encounter for its current purpose. For several months, no soul has ventured here, and this aligns perfectly with Douma's intentions. Silence reigns, a tranquility he diligently maintains.

Now that you are both inside, and you undress completely.

In complete silence, Douma's actions speak volumes. His kisses and tender caresses trace your body with affection, focusing on your breasts and ass. As you sit on a small stool, he carefully unravels coils of rope. One end is guided through the first of the eye bolts, draping down to your shoulders. The length is matched with the other end, and a secure knot is tied at the eye bolt. With your arms extended, Douma has you hold a sturdy bamboo rod behind your head, spanning from one hand to the other.

Methodically, deliberately, and with deep affection, Douma begins to weave the ropes around you, starting at your underarms and winding them around until they reach your hands. Ornamental knots adorn each hand, and then the ropes are guided back up, securing them to the same eye bolt. Your upper body is now firmly bound, your arms suspended about three feet above the floor. Despite only four points of suspension, the bamboo and the rope's intricate threading ensure your weight is evenly distributed.

Next, another rope passes through the far eye bolt, and it's employed to secure your ankles to another bamboo rod intended to maintain your legs apart. A third rope descends, slipping beneath the small of your back, alleviating most of the weight from your ankle restraints. Two additional ropes loop under your back, the first just below your breasts, and the second halfway between the first and the rope near your hips. All of this consumes a substantial amount of time due to the meticulous knot work being executed.

At this juncture, you are suspended from the eye bolts with only your head left unsupported. Douma brushes your hair, "You're such a good lotus, so obedient to me."

You're now completely bound. 

“How are you feeling, my precious lotus?” Douma asks, his tone lacing with sweetness.

“I’m good, master,” you reply, offering him a smile. “Keep going.”

Removing the stool, Douma stands back to assess his handiwork. To a casual observer, it might appear as if you are being tortured, but the reality is quite the opposite. In truth, you are utterly comfortable and at peace. You feel more liberated than you have ever felt before. You have surrendered yourself completely to Douma and have no decisions to worry about.

The height at which you are suspended is carefully selected to grant Douma ideal access to your pussy while he occupies the stool. His eyes remain closed as he skillfully employs his mouth and tongue, bringing you to orgasm after orgasm while you hover weightlessly in the air. He possesses an innate sense of timing, allowing just enough respite before resuming his attention. Overwhelmed by ecstasy and a profound sensation of boundless pleasure, your passionate cries fill the space. This experience is unlike any you've ever encountered, an unprecedented expression of love and desire.

Douma's skilled tongue dances slowly on your clitoris, occasionally gliding down the slit to your sweet entrance, which emits juices he adores so much. He places tender licks here and there, occasionally applying a gentle suction to your lips, all while humming with delight.

You inquire about him, expressing your desire to please him in return.

Douma responds, breaking his silence for the first time since your arrival, stating that this experience is for your satisfaction, and you need not worry about his release at this moment. It's also unlikely that you'd be in a condition to attend to his needs after this intense scene.

After a few hours, you are lowered from your suspended position. You're tired. Exhaustion has taken its toll, and Douma gently carries you along the deserted dirt road back to his shrine while weariness overcomes you, and you eventually fall asleep in his comforting embrace.

"I love you so much, little lotus," Douma whispers, placing a tiny kiss on your temple.

Kinktober'23 Collaboration Update

Regrettably, today's contribution hasn't been prepared by the author. Also, the upcoming changes will be implemented in the following days:

Day 18: Temperature Play with Dabi will be replaced with Angry Sex with Sanemi written by @mrskokushibo, as the orginal writer has stepped back from the event

Day 21: Angry Sex with Bakugo will be substituted with Size Kink with Yoriichi written by @mrskokushibo

Day 31: Biting with Douma will be written by me, as the original writer has stepped back from the event

The updates will be applied to the masterlist soon

Decorating Christmas tree with Kirishima

Summary: a few headcanons and a short drabble about decorating a Christmas tree with your boyfriend Kirishima 🎄

Author: Bear

Kirishima approaches Christmas tree decorating with the same level of enthusiasm he has for hero battles. He makes a detailed plan, complete with a rough sketch of how he envisions the tree's final look.

No decorating session is complete without Kirishima's curated holiday playlist blasting in the background. Expect a mix of classic carols and upbeat tunes that reflect his lively personality. Mariah Carey's on as well.

Kirishima insists on incorporating red and black ribbons, inspired by his hero costume. To him, every element should reflect strength and resilience.

Kirishima turns hanging ornaments into a mini-challenge, attempting to hang them with the utmost precision. He even playfully challenges you to a friendly competition to see who can hang the most ornaments without them falling.

Kirishima suggests creating some DIY decorations together. He's all about teamwork and bonding, so expect to find yourselves making personalized ornaments that represent your shared experiences.

Kirishima takes the opportunity to dress in festive attire, sporting a Santa hat or reindeer antlers.

Before placing any decorations, Kirishima takes a moment to inspect the tree, ensuring it's sturdy and ready for the holiday battle of aesthetics. 

Kirishima is in charge of handling the lights, carefully draping them around the tree. He ensures they flow gracefully and don't get tangled. 

Throughout the process, Kirishima reminisces about past holidays and shares stories.

Once the tree is fully decorated, Kirishima can't resist striking a heroic victory pose beside the masterpiece. He insists on a commemorative photo to capture the festive triumph, making it a cherished memory for the both of you.

You found yourself in the cozy living room, surrounded by the warm embrace of holiday decorations. 

Kirishima, your energetic and passionate boyfriend, was bubbling with excitement as the two of you prepared to decorate the Christmas tree together.

The scent of pine filled the air as you unpacked boxes of ornaments and lights. 

Kirishima's eyes sparkled with festive fervor. "Babe, this tree is gonna be the most awesome one ever! Plus Ultra Christmas, here we come!"

You chuckled, appreciating his enthusiasm. "Sure thing, Eijiro! How about we start with these candy cane lights?" you suggested, holding up a string of red and white lights.

Kirishima began to drape them around the tree. "Carefully, carefully," he whispered to himself with his tongue sticking out a little.

Soon you began to unwrap delicate glass ornaments, and Kirishima's strong, calloused hands carefully took hold of the fragile decorations. "Gotta be gentle with these, right?" he grinned, his red hair catching the warm glow of the lights.

As you adorned the tree with ornaments, Kirishima couldn't resist teasing. "You know, our tree is as tough as me! Unbreakable tree and decorations for an unbreakable hero!" Kirishima playfully flexed his muscles. 

"I just love how positive you are about preparing everything," you mused sweetly, giving him a look.

Amidst the laughter and playful banter, a soft melody of holiday tunes played in the background ("All I want for Christmas" by Mariah Carey).

As the tree began to take shape, you noticed a thoughtful expression on Kirishima's face. "You know, the holidays are about spreading warmth and joy. Just like us heroes do for people every day."

While decorating, you couldn't help but admire how focused he was, his crimson eyes gleaming with the joy of the season. 

"How about we add some glitter for that extra sparkle?" you proposed, holding up a container of sparkling gold dust.

"Glitter! Yeah! Let's do it!" Kirishima grinned, letting you sprinkle glitter over the tree. The soft glow of the lights caught the glitter, creating a magical shimmer.

As you stepped back to admire your work, Kirishima wrapped his arm around you, pulling you close. "Our tree will be the best, just like us," he declared proudly.

You both shared a quiet moment appreciating the significance of the season. The room was filled not only with the soft glow of Christmas lights but also with the warmth of shared moments and love.

With the tree now fully adorned, Kirishima looked at you with a satisfied grin on his face. "Our Christmas tree is a masterpiece! Just like our relationship, right?"

You nodded, feeling a surge of gratitude for the moments you shared with Kirishima. The room seemed to glow with a magical aura, and you couldn't help but be swept away by the festive spirit. "It's truly beautiful, Kiri!"

As you both sat on the couch, surrounded by the glow of the Christmas tree, Kirishima pulled you into a warm embrace. "Merry early Christmas, my love. Here's to many more holidays together, full of laughter and love! Mind taking a quick pic for my Insta? Gotta show off our epic Christmas tree!"

He went back to the tree, and struck a pose, flexing his muscles.

You snapped a few shots for him. "There, I'm sure your fans will love it."

"Thanks! But the one I want to post is with you. C'mere."

He took his phone grom you, adjusting the angle to frame both of you and the tree. As you stood side by side, Kirishima wrapped his arm around your shoulders, pulling you close, kissing your cheek. The lights and ornaments created a festive backdrop for the photo.

Click! The camera captured the moment, freezing it in time. Kirishima eagerly checked the photo, a wide smile spreading across his face. "This is truly delightful. I couldn't have wished for anything more this Christmas."

Morning Dragon || Neuvillette x fem!reader

Warnings: smut (unprotected p in v), creampies, anal, fingering, dragon Neuvillette

Synopsis: Your dear Chief Justice really needs your attention first thing in the morning

Author: Cass

A/N: Welcome to another day of Kinktober '23 Collaboration! Today's prompt: Morning sex

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Neuvillette, just like other dragons, went through the times when he was much needier for love of his beloved mate.

You were sure you helped him calm down this urge a night before, but you were oh so wrong.

As you slept on your side, two rough, clawed hands wrapped around your waist and pulled you close against a strong chest. 

"Mon amour. Wake up. I need you," Neuvillette muttered, nibbling at your shoulder, teasing the still fresh bite marks that adored your skin.

You sighed, slowly walking up. "My love. Didn't I get it all out of your system last night?" 

He shook his head, nuzzling to your neck. You could feel his palm pressing you close against his chest, your butt pressed against his hard, impressive cock.

"Oh love. How could I say no to you? you hummed, reaching back to stroke his hair.

Neuvillette let out a loud, deep purr, moving your leg over his hip to give himself access to your pussy. He didn't waste more time and pushed his cock past your entrance, immediately filling you up to the brim, giving you an impressive bulge in your belly. 

"F-Fuck..." You moaned, still not fully awake but thanks to his strong thrusts you quickly shook off the last bits of sleep that still clouded your mind.

He snapped his hips, each thrust was accompanied by a loud growl as he chased his much-needed release. His big hand cupped the bulge in your tummy, giving it just the right amount of pressure, building up your pleasure.

You felt as if he was going to split you in half with that massive dragon cock of his, yet the feeling was one of a kind. Each thrust brought you closer and closer to your climax, and from his rapid breath you could tell he was getting close too.

Just a few strong thrusts later, he filled your insides with his white, sticky cum to the point it was leaking out despite you still being stuffed full of his cock.

But Neuvillette wasn't done with you, oh no. He needed even more.

"Such a good dragon," you hummed as he slowly pulled out of your tight pussy and then, without warning, he decided to use your other hole just as he pleased. Big cock pushed past a tight ring of muscles, his cum mixed with your juices made it much easier. He claimed your asshole with hard thrusts.

You moaned loudly at the sudden feeling of the stretch, your eyes filling up with tears from the mix of pain and pleasure, "N-Neuvillette... Fuck. Oh, my Archons!"

Neuvillette snarled against your shoulder. The hand that was previously pressing on your belly now moved between your legs and two fingers slipped into your cum-filled entrance.

This amount of stimulation made you whine his name like a prayer as you tried to desperately grab onto him. His clawed fingers, filling and carefully caressing your squishy walls and huge cock filling your other hole brought you closer to your climax with every thrust of his hips. It didn't take much for the knot in your stomach to snap, letting your climax wash over you in a big wave of pleasure.

Neuvillette smiled, hearing your whimpers while your walls squeezed his fingers hard. He pulled his digits out and immediately replaced them with his member, setting a strong, hard pace, not giving you a moment to calm down. His thrusts were deep and strong, and he was snapping his hips despite your whines and begs for him to stop and let you rest.

But your whimpers and pleas fell upon deaf ears as he hammered into you, chasing his own release. All the sweet sounds you made sounded like the finest symphony and led him right to his own high.

With a loud growl, Neuvillette snapped his hips one last time, pushing himself deep into your core to fill you up once again this morning. 

Once the burning need completely left his body, he purred, nuzzling to your neck while stroking your belly. "My love. Thank you for this."

Slowly, he pulled away, you shivered from the sensitivity and the amount of cum spilling out.

You sighed and turned around, cupping his cheek with a soft smile. "Do you feel better?"

Neuvillette nodded, grasping your hand and nuzzling to it with a low hum. "Yes. All thanks to you, my love. Forgive me if I hurt you."

"Oh, don't worry. I'll be fine, but I am happy I could help you," you whispered.

"This is the best way to start the day. Good morning, my love," he summed and kissed you. 

You only laughed against his lips and gladly returned the kiss.

From below || Sae Itoshi x f!reader

Summary: You assist your boyfriend Sae in reloading his frustration, and in doing so, you earn a delectable reward

Warnings: oral sex, aged up Sae

Word count: 800

Authors: Bear

A/N: Here is another contribution for Kinktober '23 Collaboration. My prompt was: oral sex

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When he was free from grueling football training sessions, Sae relished the opportunity to unwind by indulging in some gaming sessions with his friends.

Sae's frustration manifested as a low growl that rumbled in his throat, his grip on the mouse tightening as he stared at the screen of his online survival game, where the dreaded words "Mission failed" taunted him mercilessly. The virtual setback only served to stoke the flames of his annoyance.

You knew exactly how to soothe his frustration, so you started to casually come closer, preparing to intervene. You found it rather uncomfortable when Sae became angry. You had a preference for his calm demeanor, as opposed to the use of strong language and intense emotions.

In a fit of irritation, Sae slammed his hands down on the desk, unleashing a torrent of curses directed at both his fellow players and the game itself. It was then that you decided to make your presence known, gently kneeling beside him. His scowl gradually transformed into a frown as he looked down at you, his eyes shifting between your enticing presence and the PC screen demanding his focus.

"What do you want, baby? M' busy," Sae muttered, his voice a mixture of annoyance and curiosity.

With a sultry tone, you expressed your desire, "I want something in my mouth, please?" You knew that the best way to make him calmer was to suck his dick.

His response was a dark chuckle as he considered your proposition. "Suck me good, and I'll give you a reward for that, princess," he replied, rising from his seat to undo his jeans, which brought his boxers along with them.

Nodding, you tugged at them until they were sitting around his thighs as you adjusted yourself, leaning forward.

His cock stood proudly erect, a vivid shade of red. Beads of precum glistened at the tip, a sight that never failed to make your mouth water. He possessed a truly beautiful cck, one that was just perfect for the kind of intimate attention you were about to bestow upon it. You couldn't resist poking your tongue out, delivering delicate kitten-like licks along his length. Your thighs involuntarily clenched as you savored the taste.

With a desire to please, you opened your mouth a little wider, welcoming the cockhead into your warm, wet embrace. The slightly salty tang of his pre-cum didn't deter you in the slightest. Your tongue danced over his slit, causing him to groan and shift in his chair.

"Fuck, baby, more or you don't get your reward," he groaned, his hand reaching down to gently pet your head.

His neediness elicited a soft giggle from you as you eagerly descended towards the base of his cock, your head bobbing up and down in a rhythm of desire and submission. The room was filled with the sounds of your eager slurping.

His fingers threaded through your hair, exerting gentle pressure as he emitted throaty groans of encouragement from above. It was a silent plea, urging you to take him even deeper.

You complied, pushing down on his cock, allowing it to slide farther into the depths of your throat, a sensation that made you gag ever so slightly.

“Nghhh, just like that, fuck, doing so g-good, baby” Sae breathed out as you looked from under your false lashes as he threw his head back in ecstasy.

Your groans vibrated around his twitching cock, the sensations overwhelming as he fervently praised you, "Fuck, baby, you're fucking me so good, my sweet, obedient girl."

In response to his words, your hand descended from his thigh, firmly taking hold of his full, needy balls. His response was an unabashed whine, so intense that you were certain the neighbors could hear him. The mere thought of the audacity of your escapade sent a dizzying rush of excitement through you. You were sucking harder on Sae’s cock as you massage his heavy, cum-filled balls. You were aching to have a taste of his semen.

Your tongue continued its tantalizing dance around the sensitive head of his cock, and Sae's breath hitched as he stuttered out a small, breathless declaration, "M' gonna cum." The anticipation built as you felt the precum ooze into your mouth, and your lips slid down his shaft.

Sae couldn't contain his desire any longer. He rolled his head back, and his cock twitched before releasing hot spurts of cum into your eager mouth. "Swallow," he groaned, his voice husky with satisfaction, as he rode out the waves of his climax. "Fucking good girl, you did so amazing for me," he praised, a deep sense of appreciation in his words.

As he reclined back in his chair, he created some space for you to rise from the ground. His tone softened as he beckoned you closer, patting his lap invitingly. "C'mere," he whispered, a tone reserved just for you. "I think it's my time to repay."

Spooky Encounter || Kirishima x f!Reader

Summary: Kirishima and you made the decision to explore an eerie, abandoned mansion, well-known for its haunted reputation

Warnings: None

Word count: 1421

Author: Bear

Kirishima Eijiro, the tough and sturdy hero from Class 1-A at U.A. High School, had always been a guy who loved a good challenge. Kirishima and his girlfriend were eagerly anticipating Halloween. You decided to spend the evening exploring an abandoned mansion that had long been rumored to be haunted. The dilapidated structure was said to have a dark and eerie history, which made it the perfect setting for a spooky adventure. As the sun dipped below the horizon and the moon began to cast eerie shadows on the mansion, Kirishima and his girlfriend, Y/N, arrived at the foreboding place. You approached the decrepit entrance, vines and thorns curling around the wrought-iron gate. Kirishima, always the fearless one, flashed a grin and said, "Ready for a spooky adventure, Y/N?"

You nodded, your heart pounding with excitement and a hint of trepidation. The rusty gate creaked open, and you ventured into the dark property.

As they stepped through the gate, Kirishima couldn't help but notice how the wind seemed to whisper in eerie voices. The old mansion's windows were shattered, and the overgrown garden was filled with skeletal, leafless trees. Cobwebs adorned the dilapidated entrance, and the air was heavy with the scent of decay.

"Kirishima, this place is seriously creepy," you whispered, rubbing your shoulders. Kirishima, trying to appear brave, put his arm around you and reassured you, "Don't worry, I'm here to protect you, babe. It's all for fun. Plus Ultra, right?"

Inside, the atmosphere was even more foreboding. Cobwebs hung from the ceiling inside as well, and the wooden floorboards creaked beneath your feet. It was as if the house itself groaned in agony.

You led the way, a small flashlight guiding your path. The dim, flickering light created eerie shapes that seemed to come to life.

"Why did I agree to this?" Kirishima muttered under his breath. He couldn't help but grip his girlfriend's arm a little tighter.

The couple explored room after room, their hearts racing at every unexpected sound. It was in a dusty, cobweb-covered library that you made your first chilling discovery. A book lay open on a lectern, its pages filled with strange symbols.

You picked it up, your eyes alight with curiosity. "This is amazing!" you exclaimed. "I wonder what it says, I don't know ancient Japanese unfortunately..."

Kirishima, being a protective and loyal boyfriend, couldn't let you dive into the unknown alone. He scanned the pages, his crimson eyes catching a passage that sent a chill down his spine. "The souls of the damned haunt this place, seeking release. To banish them, one must sacrifice something of great value," Kirishima read aloud.

The words hung in the air, and the room suddenly felt colder. Your eyes widened, and you looked at Kirishima with a mixture of excitement and trepidation. "Do you think it's true?" you whispered.

Kirishima, although typically the fearless one, felt a lump in his throat. He was a hero who had faced villains, but this was something entirely different.

The realization that the abandoned mansion might hold something more than a simple spooky adventure began to sink in. Kirishima and you exchanged uneasy glances, their flashlights casting eerie shadows on the old library's walls.

"You don't think we stumbled upon something supernatural, do you?" you asked, your voice shaking slightly.

Kirishima took a deep breath and squared his shoulders, determined to protect his girlfriend. "I'm not sure, Y/N, but let's be cautious. If there's something here, we'll face it together."

With that resolve, you decided to continue your exploration of the mansion, keeping the mysterious book with you. As you ventured further into the dilapidated building, the air grew colder, and you could hear faint whispers again, like faint echoes from a distant time. The oppressive atmosphere weighed on you as you descended deeper into the darkness.

In one room, you discovered a dusty portrait hanging crookedly on the wall. It depicted a family from another era, their faces etched with sorrow. The longer Kirishima and you stared at it, the more you felt like the eyes in the painting were following your every move.

"We should get out of here," you suggested, unnerved by the strange sensation.

Kirishima nodded, but just as you turned to leave, the door slammed shut with a deafening, echoing thud. Panic surged through you both as you realized you were trapped. Kirishima tried to open the door but unfortunately, the doorknob stayed in his hand. "We need to find another way out," Kirishima said, his voice steady despite the mounting fear. He led you to other door in the room, and using them you went out on another long, narrow corridor.

You continued through the mansion, trying doors, but each one led to a new disturbing discovery. In one room, you found a collection of old dolls, their lifeless eyes staring blankly into the abyss. In another, you stumbled upon a room filled with forgotten letters, each one chronicling the tragic history of the mansion's former occupants.

As you explored deeper into the mansion, seeking the exit, the whispers grew louder, forming words that sounded like cries for help.

"Dark and cold...."

"Bastard!"

"No peace...."

Kirishima and you could feel a presence around you, a force that seemed to feed on your fear.

Your flashlight beams fell on a narrow staircase leading to the basement. Hesitant but driven by the need to escape, you descended into the darkness. The basement was even colder, and your breaths turned to mist in the air.

Suddenly, you came upon a room filled with chains and shackles, remnants of a dark history that sent shivers down your spines. In the center of the room, you found a peculiar-looking stone altar, and next to it, a small, ancient-looking box.

You reached for the box, your hand trembling. "This must be what the book was talking about. The sacrifice."

Before you could open the box, the room's temperature dropped drastically, and you heard a mournful wail, echoing through the basement. A spectral figure began to materialize in front of you, its presence dark and malevolent.

Panicking, Kirishima and you realized that, in some way, you had awakened something ancient and vengeful. The ghostly figure reached out toward you, and in that moment, Kirishima knew he had to act.

With a determined expression, Kirishima pushed you behind him, shielding you from the ghostly entity. "We can't let it consume us, Y/N. Whatever this thing is, it's our greatest challenge yet!!"

You nodded, your fear replaced by determination. You opened the box after some struggles, revealing an old, golden key inside. With it, you managed to unlock the shackles in the room, and as you did, the ghostly figure's form began to waver.

With a final, powerful blast of courage, you used the key to unbind the spirits trapped in the mansion, releasing them from their torment. As the ghostly figure dissipated into the shadows, leaving behind an eerie silence, a wave of relief washed over Kirishima and you. But at the same time, the adrenaline and fear that had been coursing through your veins caught up with you. Trembling, your shoulders slumped, and tears welled up in your eyes.

"It's okay, Y/N," he whispered, his voice filled with genuine concern. "You're safe now. I've got you, and we're getting out of here."

His soothing words and the strength of his hug began to calm your racing heart. You clung to him, allowing the fear and anxiety to ebb away as he held you close. In Kirishima's arms, you felt protected and loved, and that was all you needed at this moment of vulnerability.

As your sobs slowly subsided, Kirishima continued to hold you, his touch a source of strength and comfort. He didn't rush you or push you to speak; he simply held you close, allowing you the time to process the intense emotions. "Whatever it was, it's gone. Don't worry, babe."

The oppressive atmosphere began to lift, and the whispers faded away. The mansion, once so foreboding, seemed to sigh with relief.

Kirishima and you knew you had faced a truly supernatural challenge and come through it together. You exited the mansion, hand in hand, knowing that your bond had grown stronger through this spine-chilling Halloween adventure.

As you stepped out into the cool night, you couldn't help but share a relieved and affectionate smile. You might have uncovered a dark secret, but you had also proven that love and courage could conquer even the most haunted of places.