Inktober! :D

Inktober! :D

I want to do an inktober challenge! Shall I base it on bnha, black clover or maybe demon slayer? Shall I do different animes? I need prompts too! But do I do NSFW or SFW? Kinktober?

Anyway, everything I write is only partially for me- it's for you guys too, so you have a say in it. Let me know if you have any ideas and pop them in my ask box! Since they won't be average requests for fics I will be able to answer them almost immediately :)

Please please please send me suggestions! Right now my most popular works are for MHA and demon slayer, so I assume those will be my most recommended? The third most popular anime on my page is Bleach.

Dildo Generator

Online 3D experiment by Ikaros Kappler which is described as a “Extrusion/Revolution Generator” ….

Created with three.js, you can alter the bezier curves and angle of the form, and is designed with 3D printing in mind (models can be exported and saved, as well as calculated weight in silicone).

Try it out for yourself (if you wish) here

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

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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.

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welcome to my kinktober 2022 masterlist. this will be updated with links as the pieces are posted. please read the warnings to each. Minors and Ageless Blogs DNI!!

i appreciate everyone who shows support to my first kinktober, ESPECIALLY BY BOOSTING THIS POST. and good luck to everyone else who’s participating this year!

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏: 𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐨 + 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐: 𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐢 + 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟑: 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞 + 𝐜𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟒: 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐞 + 𝐝𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟓: 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢 + 𝐩𝐞𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟔: 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐳𝐨𝐞 + 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟕: 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐲 𝐝. 𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 + 𝐩𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐲 𝐣𝐨𝐛

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟖: 𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚 + 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟗: 𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐢 𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐡𝐚 + 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟎: 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐨 + 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐬

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟏: 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐢 + 𝐡𝐲𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟐: 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 + 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟑: 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐚𝐰 + 𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟒: 𝐠𝐲𝐮𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐨 + 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟓: 𝐦𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐨𝐧 + 𝐝𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐲𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟔: 𝐜𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐨 𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐟𝐞𝐫 + 𝐜𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟕: 𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐢𝐞𝐭 + 𝐝𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟖: 𝐬𝐞𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐬 + 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟏𝟗: 𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐤𝐢 + 𝐛𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎: 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐤𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 + 𝐠𝐮𝐧 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟏: 𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 + 𝟔𝟗

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟐: 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐚 & 𝐤𝐞𝐢𝐳𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢 + 𝐝𝐨𝐮𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟑: 𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐚𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 + 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟒: 𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐰 + 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠

𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭?

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