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♡︎𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮♡︎

Day 1 of Kinktober 2022

Summary: Katsuki takes what was just a joke as a challenge, and decides to get you off with just his fingers both as punishment, and to prove a point.

Props to my beta reader for today @sasualblxd - thank you so much! <3

-701 words.

He gives you a cocky smirk from his place between your legs, his hair tousled a little more than normal from your iron-like grip on it.

You had made the fatal mistake of making a passing jab at his skills in bed, and in your defense, you really were only teasing, but obviously Katsuki and his damned ego had to go and take it as a challenge.

"oh yeah? I'll make you cum with just my fingers~" He drawled.

You side eyed him as he gave you a hungry gaze, his eyes lingering over the curves of your body under your clothes. All you offered in response was a disapproving scoff as you tried to hide the baby pink dusting your cheeks.

He just loves to tease you, so you never really anticipated that the second the both of you got home from shopping with his credit card, he would pounce. The bags were dropped on the floor as you were pressed against the wall, your eyes widening at the sight of your boyfriend. He looked starved of you, like he was going to devour you whole the second you gave him the chance.

But he didn't. He held back from giving you the satisfaction you were after in favour of torturing you for the sake of his ego. He didn't go anywhere near you except from with his fingers when he finally managed to strip your underwear off.

That leads you to where you are now, laying in a tired, sweaty heap on top of wrinkled sheets while your clothes lay discarded on the floor, having been flung there by the impatient ash blonde. Bright red, blown out eyes stare intently at your cunt, slick with natural lubrication since apparently he "didn't need normal lube". What an ass.

He licks his lips, voice heavy and low like gravel, vibrating deep in his chest and his fingers are buried deep inside of you, curled to hit your G-Spot directly.

"Am I shitty at sex now, baby? Can I still not please you?"

His eyes are half lidded with smug satisfaction as they're dragged from your most intimate parts and back to make contact with yours. He knows exactly what he's doing. He's still smirking at you as if he's won, which he most definitely has, but you can dream, can't you?

He pumps his fingers a little roughly a few more times to emphasise his point and your neck cranes back as a shaky moan is forced from you. Your hair is splayed over the pillows like silk, sweat dampening your skin and catching the light as a line of spit connects your top and bottom row of teeth. You've never felt pleasure like this before. He's never focused so intensely on your G-Spot because he thought it would end things far too early, but at this point, that's not a concern of his. Not at all.

He wants you overstimulated, and the brash blonde has a way of getting what he wants. By now you're well on your way to a fourth orgasm and your pussy walls clench and spasm around him instinctually.

Butterflies flood your belly while Katsuki tortures you, trying to break you so he can build you back up again, and all just to prove a point.

Obscene squelching noises echo off the walls as your final, back arching, toe-curling orgasm hits you, rippling through your body like electricity and Katsuki grins wider as he leans in to press a smug kiss to your thigh. The kiss doesn't stay smug though, and soon enough he's laying butterfly kisses all up and down your belly and your inner thighs, leaving the occasional hickey while you recover and catch your breath, sweat and cum rolling down your legs and onto the sheets.

The blonde trails kisses all the way up your body, not missing a single freckle or birthmark with surprisingly soft lips until he lays a final, far more passionate kiss to your lips. Teeth clash and his tongue invades your mouth to run across your own before he pulls back, wrapping his arms around your waist without trouble and speaking muffled into your neck.

"Don't doubt me again, idiot..."

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Hiya! I'm excited to announce my first ever kinktober event! All works have been written by me, and will either be a full fic or a short drabble, depending on inspiration. Each individual fic will have its own tags and warnings, and their respective beta readers will be tagged.

Works will by default be written as F!Readers, however if you'd like, I will make a separate M!Reader version.

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My event-specific tag is #notyourfuckingkacchan kinktober!

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♡︎Day 1 - 𝐅𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 2 - 𝐂𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

♡︎Day 3 - 𝐃𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 4 - 𝐁𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩/𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 5 - 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

♡︎Day 6 - 𝐅𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

♡︎Day 7 - 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 8 - 𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

♡︎Day 9 - 𝐒𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

♡︎Day 20 - 𝐈𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲/𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

♡︎Day 11 - 𝐃𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

♡︎Day 12 - 𝐏𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

♡︎Day 13 - 𝐒𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

♡︎Day 14 - 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 15 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 16 - 𝐓𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐄𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐊𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚

♡︎Day 17 - 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

♡︎Day 18 - 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐨 𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢

♡︎Day 19 - 𝐕𝐨𝐲𝐞𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

♡︎Day 20 - 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚

♡︎Day 21 - 𝐂𝐮𝐦𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧/𝐩𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 22 - 𝐍𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

♡︎Day 23 - 𝐋𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮

♡︎Day 24 - 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐮 𝐌𝐢𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚

Wildcard characters!

♡︎Day 25 - 𝐏𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐞𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐈𝐢𝐝𝐚

♡︎Day 26 - 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚 (𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐤𝐚)

♡︎Day 27 - 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐥

♡︎Day 28 - 𝐁𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐈𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐨 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐢

♡︎Day 29 - 𝐃𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠/𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐃𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐢 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐢

♡︎Day 30 - 𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐣𝐨𝐰 𝐉𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐣𝐚𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬

♡︎Day 31 - 𝐂𝐚𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐘𝐮𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 𝐔𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐢

2022 © not-your-fucking-kacchan — please do not repost or translate my work. Likes, reblogs, and comments are more than welcome

I may start releasing like two or three requests a day nearer to the end of October depending.

Just realised that I really don't want to update like 400 fics on the 1st of November and get my account blasted to great heavens

Heads up! Requests will be CLOSED from October the 1st-31st!

They will open back up again on the 1st of November! You have 5 days to submit a request until then :)

This is for me to get all of my requests done in one month and knock down the wait time to like a week instead of like 20 years 💀

In the meantime I will be uploading a short, smutty drabble per day to keep y'all fed during the kinktober event, so at least y'all won't be frothing at the mouth for content come November 😭 Have a great day y'all and take care of yourselves! <3

Hi hi :)) can I request Erasermic x reader (platonic) hurt/comfort when the readers’ bio parents die? A little lore for this ask but you don’t have to include this- basically readers mom was a vigilante and villains wanted to get revenge on her, so reader was taken in by UA to keep her safe and she ended up joining class 1-A. Fem! Reader pls Thank you so much <33

Hi hi! <3

Of course I can! I poured every bit of talent I could scrape outta my system for this one lol cus I wanted it to be good omnskdn

Lemme know if you want a part 2! I have loads of ideas for this!

Y'all listen to Scott pilgrims fairy fountain theme slowed down for this please I promise you it just hits different in so many ways ah-

Also have I been calling present mic "president" mic before this fic? 💀💀

Masterlist <3

𝐄𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐌𝐢𝐜 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜) - 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐃𝐨𝐧𝐞

Bright eyes wander over the ground below from a distance, stare unwavering and expression cold. The floor dances with the fall of each raindrop, concrete becoming an expanse of colour as the light from nearby streetlamps reflect off the water.

The world looks so untouched from here, stories above ground at the height of UA's rooftop. Noone's around in this kind of flooding rainfall, and kids and parents alike take cover from the raging storm from above. It's a magical sight.

The only drop of colour radiates from the dancing reflections of the floor, like a TV gone static. The sky is clouded and there's no sight of sunlight, casting a gloomy blanket over the skyscrapers that try so desperately to touch it.

It's at this point where you lose a sense of yourself, drenched in rain down to the bone, hair flattened and clinging to your forehead. It feels so good to feel so raw like this, each raindrop stinging your skin as it hits you, grounding you in a way that nothing else ever could. Grief weighs on your chest like an asthma attack, restricting your breath through the lump in your throat. You're can't even distinguis between the rain and the tears that you assume are still falling.

It wasn't raining when you had first sat down here, and although the sky was clouding and the atmosphere was heavy from an oncoming storm, you didn't really mind either way. You would guess it's the perk of having a water reliant quirk. Sitting in the rain brings you relief that eases something deep inside, and you find yourself drawn to it like a month to flame.

You needed something to use as a crutch, and the rain was a good enough substitute for you. It would make a good enough substitute for the embrace you'll never get from your parents again. The thought has another strained sob wrenching itself from your chest. The corners of your mouth pull into a half-frown, like you're trying to avoid fully breaking down. Or like you're afraid of what might happen if you did. Your front teeth worry at your bitten up bottom lip, trying to keep any other involuntary cries stuck in your throat so they can die there.

You'd gone past the apathy of denial a few days ago, but at this point, you can deny no longer the fact that they're gone.

Now, you have nothing.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of the hinges of the rooftop door creaking loudly, no doubt rusting from the heavy rain over the years. You don't even turn your head.

"__...?"

Aizawa sees no movement from you. It's not like he was expecting you to be bouncing off the walls, anyway.

"Come on, it's time to go."

His tone is grave, heavy with the weight of your parents on his mind. President mic stands a few feet behind him, eyes filled with remorse at the sight of you like this. You're almost catatonic, stricken with heartbreak. Noone's ever seen you so lifeless before. Not even the most intense depressive episodes have left you like this.

Aizawa leaves the shelter of the doorway without an ounce of hesitation, the black of his clothes saturating with the onslaught of heavy rain, which soaks into the shoulders at first, and then hits him from the from with a change in the wind.

From the corner of your vision, you see a hand reaching out to you, willing to pull you from the depths of despair and into a state of recovery. Your chewed up bottom lip wobbles for a second as you take the hand blindly, and suddenly you're enveloped in your sensei's warm embrace. It's so sudden, and it's just the comfort you needed to let go of your inhibitions, warm tears bonding with the streaks of cold rain that travel down the planes of your face.

"I didn't- I didn't think it would end like this! Is it all my fault?! 'Cause whatever I've done- I- I promise-... It wasn't supposed to end like this!"

Aizawa is no stranger to comforting those going through the loss of a loved one, though he never thought he would have to deliver such a harsh truth to his own student. It reopens a few old wounds, but it's not something he's worried about right now when you're in this state.

"I promise, there was nothing you could've done. You were put here to avoid you possibly suffering the same fate as your parents. They wanted you safe."

As much as you wish it wasn't true, you know it is. There's nothing you can do now. Was everything supposed to feel so hopeless and empty when you're training to be one of the strongest heroes there is? Shouldn't it be the opposite?

You can't stop yourself from crying into Aizawa's chest while he guides you back inside, careful not to have you slipping over. Neither teacher say anything as you descend the school stairwell after hours, and you're left with a comforting silence that's much less desolate than before.

How do you feel about little requests/agrle regression requests? Is that ok or not ok?

I can defo write some wholesome, platonic agere but I think I will write them as Headcanons because I'm not quite sure how some of the interactions will work and I don't want them to seem forced <3