Not-your-fucking-kacchan - I Like To Write For People

♡︎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..."

© 2022 not-your-fucking-kacchan

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NNSKDJF IKR???? IM ACC SO EXCITED

Gonna get some requests don't tonight and push those out too but I think during October that I'm not going to post requests, and just focus on posting the kinktober, but I will be writing them still and they'll just stay in drafts! :))

YALL I IUST WROTE DAYS THREE AND FOUR OF MY KINKTOBER CHALLENGE AND LEMME TELL YALL

mouthwatering

May I request Giyuu and his s/o having a meal after finishing a mission together? I love the food as metaphor for love trope.

Of course you may! I actually studied up on how to narrate food as a metaphor for love with the dishes getting more complicated and sweeter to reflect the love for Giyuu and symbolise reader giving her skill and time and effort to Giyuu , and when he gets invited over the food becomes known as something only he and the ones closest to her can can have jskdknfjjd I acc worked hard on this pls I hope you like it lol

Masterlist <3

𝐆𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐱 𝐅𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐅𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥

You get up earlier than Giyuu does in the morning, in your own part of the butterfly estate to make you both a meal to start off your day before your mission. You have no clue if he's awake yet, but you're supposed to meet him at the front of the estate in a half hour.

You take the time to make pancakes for the man you fell in love with, taking extra care to make them as perfectly golden-brown as possible. Food has always been your language, so as you told the pancakes and place a couple of fruits into the little pots a delighted smile settles across your face. The breakfast for today is sweet, freshly made with love from the finest ingredients of the estate. As the sky adopts an orange, dusty pink hue and the sun comes out you pack your bag and put on your haori.

Your blush almost matches the pinkish hue of the horizon as you see your blue eyed friend, though he means much more to you than just that.

With a gentle smile, well manicured hands reach out to hand an unsuspecting demon slayer a pot of well made breakfast, and your heart soars at the feeling of providing him with a home made meal. You take special delight when you see usually stoic, apathetic eyes widen with surprise and confusion as he reaches to take the food, setting your stomach ablaze with his quiet thanks.

A young love blossoms between the two of you, entwining your fates together, and every time you provide him with a carefully made meal, each one usually more complicated than the last, he can't help but fall for you and your gentle, giving nature. He likes to show you respect and his own kind of love as he eats each meal no matter how full he is.

At the end of the day, when the mission is long finished and the report has been made and turned in, you insist that Giyuu come to the butterfly estate for you to cook for him, and of course he accepts.

You roast some sweet boar meat and season it generously, peeling some potatoes to make it a more filling meal. You boil the pot and keep an eye on the meat as you speak with Giyuu about the mission, and tell him how cool he looked when he got in the last hit on the demon. Wide, bright eyes sparkle at the memory as you praise him, not noticing when his cheeks tint a little and his lips perk into a small smile.

The two of you eat delicious, perfectly cooked steak in comfortable silence before Giyuu breaks it with a quiet question.

"Do you usually cook like this for people? Where did you learn?"

His curiosity counts as a win in your books, and you gently correct him before telling him about where you learned to cook, as well as what food means to you. Growing up, you'd lived in poverty, and sometimes have to go without food, and if you were given a lunch it was the most treasured gift you could get. Every time you would go on a hunt and find food for the family it was met with a hug and a kiss from each member, and the sight of happy, joyful faces on that of your parents and your younger siblings.

Since then, the delighted feeling of providing something so important and necessary has stuck with you, and gift giving, especially with food has become a natural habit ever since you could get your hands on the ingredients.

You explain all of this, and how the members of the estate have taught you every recipe they know.

"I only cook for you, Giyuu..."

The look on his face tells you that he wasn't expecting that answer, but he appreciated it more, an expression of pleasant surprise and adoration tugging at his brow.

He really is in love with you.

Another Todoroki request if your asks are still open~ Yes he is CLEARLY my favorite 👀 I kinda wanna version of this too not gonna lie. But let's not ask too much in one ask::

For the Todoroki ask:

Reader as a pro hero but they get injured and almost die in front of Shoto who feels like it his fault for not being there when they needed him.

Aw don't worry about asking a lot! I can manage lol!

Ooo and another angst fic! I'm not gonna be as deep in this one tho I promise! I was just trying to fire up my creative writing brain last time 😩

Masterlist <3

𝐓𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 𝐱 𝐆𝐍!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 - 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐀 𝐆𝐨𝐝

You wake up to a bright light, and at first your heart races. It's not so great to have no memory of falling asleep and then be greeted with the sight of Jesus. You don't want to go into the light! Living is nice!

Thankfully, after a few seconds of panic and confusion, your eyes adjust to the light and the background comes into view, giving you the lovely scenery of the plain, white hospital ceiling. Of course.

How could your heart race if you were dead, stupid?

Slowly, your memory comes back to you, and your heart sinks when you realize that you were struck down mid-battle. How long has it been? Surely the fight is over by now, right? Is Shouto okay?! God, you must've been hit right in front of him, how is he doing?

As you get your bearings, your eyelids shutting and opening again slowly, trying desperately to get rid of what you know is an oncoming headache, Shouto is knocked out of his anxious trance from his spot next to you.

Had he known just how vulnerable you were to this villain because your quirk was weak to theirs, he would've given the mission to someone else. It's not his job to assign certain heroes to certain missions based on their quirks, all he can do is use his own effectively. You don't send a telepath to lift a building off of a kid, you send a more compatible hero to do that, and the telepath can use the full capacity of their quirk to, say, sniff out a spy. Obviously someone will be fired for slipping up enough to nearly cost a hero their life because of a paperwork error.

Shouto was seething with anger fueled by fear, so he didn't quite realise that you had woken up until the heart monitor had started to speed up, yanking him from his thoughts.

It's not his fault, but he sure feels like he's to blame. He was just a second too slow to push you put of the way, and you had suffered the consequences because of it.

The villain had barraged straight into you, knocking you unconscious and causing your head to collide straight into the concrete beneath you. He'd almost never felt this anger in his life.

The fight was over quickly after that, because he was far too angry to hold back, and far too concerned for you to waste time. The villain was crushed and left just barely alive by a boulder of glistening ice, reflecting the surroundings of the torn up street like a massive, fatal, disco ball, and the resounding 'crack' of the giant glacier left the ground shaking, and the sidewalk shattered.

Of course, he rushed to your side to get you to a hospital as soon as possible, and the rest is history.

As you look around, blinking the sleep from your eyes and groaning at the panging pain resonating through your skull, you finally tilt your head enough to see a worried Shouto looking straight at you. He looks tired, but relieved and less tense than he probably was before you woke up. You have to admit, it's nice having him be the first thing you see upon waking up.

"Are you feeling alright?"

He was never really one for per names. He'd always been too bashful or embarrassed. That never stopped you, though.

"'M perfectly fine, babe, can I just get some water?"

He grants you a small smile before getting up to get you a fresh cup of water, and immediately you can tell something's wrong. Obviously you have to interrogate him when he gets back.

"What's up? Something on your mind?..."

He hesitated, and his words get caught in his throat, forcing him to clear it before averting his eyes from you. That. It's shame. He's the worst liar, and you quietly thank God.

"It's not your fault, you know?"

You tilt your head forward, a hopeful smile weakly stretching your lips as a few strands of hair fall from where they were resting loosely slung over your shoulder. There's bandages wrapping around your forehead to deal with the injury on your head and each time he spares a glance to your eyes it serves as a reminder of how he couldn't protect you. His heart aches at the thought that he might not be enough for you. Not enough to even to keep you safe.

His eyes widen in surprise, however, when he finds himself pulled into your embrace, and he rests his head against the crook between your shoulder and your neck, hiding the tears that refuse to fall below his waterline.

"It's not your fault. You're a hero, and a damn good one, but you're not a God. All you can do is try to get the best chances of winning the fight. That's why I was there. But you're not responsible for me, babe. I'm a hero too, and I messed up. You can't always expect yourself to cover for my mistakes..."

"-But I could've--"

"It is not. Your. Fault."

He knows better than to argue.

GUYS IM AT 600 FOLLOWERS!!! NANKSNCNF 💘💘💘💘💘

Thank y'all so much I'm actually so happy my writing is so well loved <3<3

Also I'm gonna take a nap BC I went an 8 hour shift today on literally not even a wink of sleep and had a horrible day because being overtired makes me sad but it's okay shawdies I will just be back after a nap <3

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