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anyways this is what this blog is ABOUT !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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a little secrete valentines drawing i did for @/liminalcarp (twitter)

love these two smmm

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hi love !! i was hoping to ask u if you could make a drabble abt husband!bkg who loves you so much that all he can think about is eatin ur lil cunny untill u squirt all over his face (and dick) 🥺🥺

love on the beach (2.9k)

bakugou x f!reader

synopsis: going on holiday with your husband of one year makes you both realise how much more of each other there is to love

cw: 18+, minors dni, eating out, husband+wife, in public on the beach but nobody is around (exhibitionism?), yn squirts lol, unprotected, missionary(?), bkg in love, yn in love, kinda dom bkg? idk i just be writing

a/n: i wrote half of this on holiday hence the beach theme so expect more holiday fics from me :) also this is definitely not a drabble, i even whipped out my laptop to properly edit it lmao ALSO i know you did not read my rules because i dont do marriagey stuff but maybe im weak in my rules because i done it anyways

before getting married, bakugou never thought that the fact you both were legally bound together would make him love you more than he already did. not in a way that he thought marriage meant he’s hit his quota of all his love for you, but he didn’t realise how much more of you there was to love.

like now, at the beach on your second holiday after the honeymoon and still he is transfixed at the sight of you. he can’t even argue he’s in the so-called ‘honeymoon period’ because it’s passed about a year ago and to be honest, he wouldn’t want to. he loves loving you, another one of his many purposes in life he wants to succeed in.

he stomps over to you, golden muscles glistening like glazed doughnuts and dripping wet from just swimming in the cold ocean. he wants a cuddle now, to lay his head on your breasts or thigh.

you’re lying in a beach chair reading in your bikini. you’re wearing a floppy hat so you can still make out the words on your book and every now and then you’d pop a strawberry in your mouth, munching as you turn a page. and then the moments when you weren’t eating, you’d play with the string to your bikini bottoms, undoing the tie and loosely tying it back.

another sight he wants to brand into his head. you, the epitome of comfort and beauty, of love.

“hey sexy.”

you say with your head still lost in your book. you cross your legs over each other and bakugou’s gaze falls to your doughy thighs.

katsuki remembers to roll his eyes at what you said, a tiny rough chuckle leaving his lips. 

“hey beautiful, you still readin’?”

“yeah, it was slow at the beginning but it’s really picking up now,” you peer at him over your sunglasses, running his fingers through his wet locks, the water tinting his hair into a darker blonde. you’re not sure if it’s an odd fact but you love his forehead. able to see the sharp glare of his eyes and his dark thick brows so clearly. yes, that’s why you crossed your legs.

bakugou hums in response, now towering over you and blocking the sun from coating you.

“move up so i can lay beside you.”

you laugh loudly, “there’s not enough space for both of us.”

but he’s already moving, “you’re all wet!” “‘m half dry now.” before settling stomach first between your legs, his cheek on your tummy. being so much taller than you, his legs dangled off the edge of the chair but he didn’t mind.

“see. this is what marriage is about. makin’ do with what we have. compromising.”

“just say you’re needy katsuki. you want a cuddle from your wife.”

he darts his head up to stare you down, your book limp in your hand as you move to get another strawberry from your bowl. he focuses on how you slide the fruit into your mouth, white teeth biting down and then munching. 

“you’re staring, baby.”

he meets your eyes again, playfulness swimming through them. your lips were tinted red, juicy. now he wants a kiss.

“wantin’ a hug from my wife isn’t being needy. it’s just wantin’ a hug,” he grunts, and it’s your turn to roll your eyes.

“whatever… you’re needy.”

“if i’m so needy, gimme a kiss. need one from you, lookin’ so pretty,” he sits up on his forearms to press a ticklish kiss between your breasts.

“okay, just for you,” you mumble, leaning forward to meet his lips in a peck, then another and another.

“satisfied?”

“for now.” 

with that he settles his head back in the pudge of your stomach, shifting his stomach around a little to get comfortable before closing his eyes, his back glowing under the beach sun.

you get back to reading, the spine of your book leaning on the top of his head. 

an underrated part about love is the feeling of skin-on-skin contact. sure, a cuddle is always great after sex but laying on someone you love, your body pressed to theirs will always be on another level. you lift your book when you feel his face press into your stomach, his lips tickling under your belly button, his hands resting on your sides.

“what’re you doing?”

katsuki brushes his bottom lip on your stomach and you twitch and giggle, “stop ‘ki. it tickles.”

he flicks his eyes up to you and you know what he’s thinking before he’s about to say it. ruby pupils a tinge darker with mischief swimming through them.

“where’s it tickle, baby?”

it’s the same look he gives before he’s about to eat you out.

“you’re not about to eat me out in a public beach.”

the man is a menace. katsuki pouts, laying sweet little kisses on your thighs and stomach, fingers playing with the string of your bikini on your hips.

another kiss below your tummy button, “everyone’s fucked off. just me and you here. see.”

and he dramatically shakes his hands at your surroundings as if you’re being absurd. it’s true, there is practically nobody around maybe an old man also laying on a sun bed but you’re sure he’s asleep and he’s also miles away.

“wanna see you leak on my face,” then he grins, sharp teeth on display as he holds himself up on his forearms, “how ‘bout i make you squirt?”

your moan comes out partly turned on and partly indecisive.

“and i’ll treat you to my cock after. how’s that sound?”

“oh my god, that’s too much.”

“nah, you can take it.”

“oh i know i can, but i don’t want anyone to see me taking it.”

katsuki scoffs, “you think i’d be askin’ if i thought someone would see you? really, baby?”

you put your book down (katsuki knows he won now), and cross your arms against your chest. it pushes your tits up and he can’t help but press another kiss on the soft flesh.

“fine,” you state, but then you bend your knees and spread them apart, “make it worth it.”

with the green light, katsuki tries to bite away his grin, “you’re too fuckin’ spoilt.”

“you made me like this.”

“best thing i’ve ever done.”

with that, katsuki pulls the lazy bows from the sides of your bikini bottoms and like the caveman he is, he grabs the part of the fabric that covers your pussy and yanks them off from there. 

you gasp as the beach wind drifts along your centre, “you’re so rough,” you whisper but your cheeks are rising in amusement as your husband takes in the sight of your glossy pussy. he’s seen it a hundred times before but he still looks at it like it’s a royal jewel. to be protected and cared for, to be treated well with orgasms upon orgasms.

“you love it.”

and with that, he dips his head right between your legs, lips locking around your clit, tongue kitten licking and sucking. 

immediately your back arches, your strawberry juiced hand raking through katsuki’s hair and gripping so you can attempt to grind on his face.

then he lets go with a pop, lips shiny with you to give you a grin that could kill women, “who’s fuckin’ needy now? barely touched you and you’re grindin’ up on me like you’re in heat.”

“not my fault i love your mouth,” you pout teasingly, your thigh rubbing against his cheek and he scoffs, shaking his head as he ducks down again.

bakugou does it all. exactly how you like. he lays his tongue flat against you from the bottom of your ass cheeks and licks a stripe all the way up to your clit with his two fingers pulling you apart. these licks are only testers, to coat his mouth in you before he gets to work.

“wanna make you squirt, princess,” he mumbles rather incoherently in you, tongue licking around your hole before prodding its way inside you. 

pleasure shoots up your spine, your hand pushing his head further between your legs, “mhm yeah, yeah whatever, feels good, gorgeous.” 

your eyes have fluttered shut now, sunglasses and floppy hat still on as you struggle to steady your hips from bucking up into his face.

katsuki doesn’t care, he loves the lack of control your body has around him. your brain equally lets your body give into your wants whilst moving uncontrollably. one large calloused hand sneaks up under your bikini top to cover one breast to squeeze and another squeak leaves your lips, your hand coming to hold at his wrist.

and then without warning, bakugou gets messy. his licks become quick but coordinated, and his sucks become loud and obnoxious. he’s everywhere all at once, and you feel yourself getting wetter by the second. you’re dripping all over his chin and cheeks, little stuttered gasps puffing through your lips as you wail, “oh god, oh god.”

he’s got one hand on the fat of your hips and another on your breast as he lets you rock yourself in his face then all of a sudden, your legs cross around his head, holding him trapped to you as he works his magic.

“‘m gonna… gonna come katsuki,” you peer down through your half-lidded eyes to find him already watching you, ruby eyes narrow as he measures your reactions. he hums into you as a reply and with that you’re a goner. with multiple violent jolts to your body and a soft mewl, ripples of pleasure fill your body to the tips of your toes and fingers, numbing you to a fuzzy state.

slowly, katsuki unlocks your legs from around him, carefully placing them back on the chair. you hear his chesty laugh with your eyes closed, “knew you’d fuckin’ squirt, baby.”

your eyes open in a panic and he’s right. wetness coats your thighs and folds, even drips onto the sand beneath you through the gaps in your beach chair. then you meet his eyes. the lower half of his face is soaked, coated all shiny with you. katsuki looks smug, sitting up on his ass and laying your legs over his thighs to face you. 

his dick is rock hard, one nudge forward and he’d be pressing against your clit.

he pecks your nose, then your cheeks and finally your lips. it’s so soft compared to what he just did to you.

“didn’t think i’d actually squirt. didn’t even realise i did.”

his hands massage your waist as his head ducks into the crook of your neck with a laugh.

“i keep my promises, don’t i? i said you would.”

you can’t manage to roll your eyes at his cockiness because he’s correct, he always is. you lick at your bottom lip and taste yourself.

“ready for my cock, princess?” he whispers in your ear, gruff and aroused, nose rubbing against your neck and already you feel your body trying to shuffle down so your bare clit strokes against his clothed cock.

“yeah, want you in me so bad,” you whine almost painfully like he didn’t just give you an orgasm and make you squirt. 

“huh, so fuckin’ needy, aren’t you?” he asks, not bothering to pull off his swim shorts, just resting on his knees to pull them under his ass. he grips his dick, stroking it in urgency, his swollen purple head popping out between his clenched fist.

you’re transfixed by him, your legs opening wider, “look at me when i’m talkin’ to you.”

“wha--?” you mumble, your dopey gaze meeting his vibrant red irises. you don’t miss the love in his gaze, as he licks his bottom lip and stares at your surprised features.

“too busy staring at my cock to answer me,” he pulls off your sunglasses and hat, casting them aside to the mini table to meet your eyes. “tell me you’re needy for me, for my dick.”

he stops stroking himself to position right at your hole. he brushes his cockhead over you, each time eliciting a high-pitched whine and a jolt of your hips.

“i’m needy for you. need you katsuki, need your dick.”

your words lap over each other in a rush, desperate to get them out so he gives you what you want.

with no resistance, katsuki slides an inch into your sloppy walls, the stretch already feeling like bliss. you whine out, mumbling incoherently as your hand weakly strokes at his abdomen.

“shh baby, it’s not even all the way in yet,” he mocks, manhandling you with his hands on your waist so you’re at an easier position to thrust into. “d’you want it all?”

you nod, head lolling to the side as he sinks another two inches into you, “keep the eye contact, baby or you’re not gettin’ anymore.”

with as much energy as you can muster, you face him again. his jaw clenched that he’s enjoying it just as much as you, just your wet walls clenching and surrounding him. his eyebrows are furrowed in concentration and his hair is now dry from being in the ocean, sticking up haphazardly like usual. though instead of ocean droplets on his back, you can make out sweat from you and the heat coating his shoulders, “mhm more ‘ki, move.”

he grunts, sinking another inch and then thrusting, pat pat pats of your bodies mixing with the calming waves of the ocean. “need you too, princess. love you so fuckin’ much. always on my mind.”

you both still keep eye contact, making the moment way more intimate than you expected than a quick beach fuck but you guess this comes with love. your breasts bounce in your bikini with every push, your golden k letter necklace glistens under the sun and your lips are parted in an o shape. katsuki ducks down to kiss you, his tongue sliding between your lips to drink up all your cries and whines.

when his fingers start to rub circles at your clit, you grip at his jaw to separate your lips only a millimetre away, “gonna come again, baby.”

you stare at each other for a few seconds, chests heaving as they brush against each other, your knees almost by your head. “go on, princess, come for me. i’m right with you.”

breathlessly with his hips continuing their pace, another orgasm washes over you and so uncharacteristically not like you, your orgasm with a scream, moaning so loud that katsuki slides his hand over your mouth.

he tries to chuckle but he’s too pent up, “still in public, baby,” he warns and your eyes widen, your body freezes and your toes point and soon enough katsuki is following behind you.

“love you, love you so fuckin’ much. gonna keep you forever,” he mumbles into your mouth, as his hips slow down, his cum leaking onto your thighs and filling you to the brim.

then with katsuki lying on you, together you catch your breaths until they’re the same, his sweaty skin on top of yours.

“love you too by the way.”

you both look worn out, ready for a nap with your arms resting loosely around his neck.

“i know you do. wouldn’t have married me if you didn’t.”

“maybe i married you because i know you’d take me on holidays and give me your fat dick.”

katsuki laughs, his head sinking into your breasts, “nah, i see how you look at me. i’m sure that’s a good bonus though, a fuckin’ great one.”

you giggle, pressing a kiss to his forehead, “i guess you’re not wrong. so how are we gonna clean up?”

he raises an eyebrow at you, “we’ve got the world’s water in front of us. we can just go in there.”

you huff, “i wasn’t planning on getting wet today.”

katsuki laughs boyishly and you swear you fall a little more, “you already did.”

you point a finger at his face, “that was a cheap one.”

katsuki pulls himself out and sits up, pulling his shorts back on and searching for your bottoms on the ground, “c’mon. before you start moaning that you’re all sticky.”

“carry me? but if you get my hair wet you’re dead to me.”

two arms slide under your knees and behind your back in a bridal position, “didn’t you just say you love me?” he grins, pinching your thigh.

“and i still will if you keep my hair dry.”

“your wish is my command, baby,” then smirks, rising to his feet to walk towards the ocean and you think it's going to be a cute little walk. you in his arms as he carefully lowers you into the water to wash you off. but katsuki still, after years of knowing him is full of surprises. he takes off in a sprint, holding you tightly in his arms as you wail his name to slow down. “katsuki! katsuki! slow down!”

though he can barely hear you over his chuckles, dunking you in the ocean just under your breasts so your hair wouldn’t get wet. gripping his biceps, you give him a smile that could rival the beauty of the ocean and sun. katsuki kisses your shoulder, gold tooth gleaming as your thumbs brush over the summer freckles on his chest. 

“you gonna let me have you forever?”

“i think the diamond on my finger answers that for you, gorgeous.”

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@yoursorrynotsorrybabe - Yes of course, Sunshine! Thanks so much for requesting!! (and sorry it took so long, it ended up being....a long one haha)

Enemies to Lovers Prompt 22. “Did you just kiss me?” Request a Prompt Here!

A/N ; I'm not gonna lie this kind of got away from me because I just had so much fun?? Enemies to Lovers with Katsuki just hits right, you know? Anyway! Enjoy!

Warnings ; Smut, enemies to lovers, fem!reader, lots of insults, fighting, injury, reader has a healing quirk, katsuki being katsuki ig, semi-public sex, slight overstim. Words ; 3.9k

This was not going according to plan at all. It was supposed to be easy; in and out, no strings attached. You were just supposed to rescue the hostage and hightail it out of there, let Dynamight do what he does best. Though, now you’re sitting in a cage, locked away who knows how far underground as a battle rages above you.

The ceiling shakes and the ground trembles as you struggle against the ties that bind your hands behind your back. If only you’d been given a quirk that was useful in these situations. If only you’d been more careful. If only...

At least the hostage was safe. You had managed to get them to Hawks just before the villain snaked his hands around your ankles and hauled you away deep beneath the city. It was dark and musty down here, water trickled in from somewhere, leaving the air humid and thick.

The cage you were in was just that… a cage, not a cell. Wrought-iron bars twisted and mangled into a great dome above your head, a small door cut from them and resealed with chains and heavy locks. The floor beneath you is cold, hard metal.

You’d been injured, too, in the fight. Blood oozed from different places, but most notably from your hairline. It trickled down your face, and all attempts at blinking it out of your eye was pointless. Not only that, but your body was tired. You’d been going and going and going since yesterday morning in preparation for this mission, and as you sat alone in this dungeon of a place, exhaustion took its hold on you.

The other heroes were still fighting, still doing everything that they could to see this through. The distinct explosions of Dynamight, the crackling of fire and ice that was Shoto, and the unmistakable impacts of Deku, all resonated from above you.

Yes, the nation’s top three heroes were also on this mission, tackling the more complicated aspects of fighting the villains. Your job was focused solely on hostage recovery and rescue, your healing quirk obviously not suited for combat.

Too bad your quirk didn’t work on yourself. Your head was pounding, your right leg was swollen, a dark bruise already visible on your shin, and there was a gash somewhere on your back. You couldn’t see it, but you felt the sickly wetness of your blood as it stained your hero outfit.

You cursed loudly, frustration bubbling up at your own uselessness. Too many intrusive thoughts paraded through your mind; if only you were stronger, smarter, faster, better. If only you’d come earlier. If only- your thoughts were interrupted by a loud crash as the ceiling just outside of your cage came tumbling down. Debris scattered everywhere and a fine layer of dust and dirt coated every surface – including yourself.

You sputtered and spat to clear your mouth and rubbed at your good eye with your shoulder as best as you could.

“GOD DAMMIT, YOU DAMN DEKU!” A familiar voice echoed around the chamber from the center of the pile of rubble. “WATCH WHERE YOU’RE PUNCHING NEXT TIME, YOU... damn... nerd.” His voice petered off as he assessed the new situation, crimson eyes darting around the room quickly before landing on you.

“Oh, great,” Dynamight scoffed, taking a few long strides towards you and leaning casually on the bars between you. “Look who got caged this time, eh?” His voice was thick with amusement, even as remnants of soot and sweat clung to him in various places.

“Shut up,” you spat back, really not in the mood to deal with his shit right now. “Are you going to help me out or just stand there like an idiot?”

“Hah? The fuck are you on about?!” He growled, pulling back and changing his demeanor to one that was much more closed off than before.

“I don’t need your help, actually. Go back to blowing shit up. It’s all you’re good for, anyway.” You stubbornly turned your head away from the pro-hero. In hindsight this whole situation, and argument, was stupidly childish, but right now you couldn't care. Your head hurt, your body hurt, and you just wanted to take a shower and get a nice, hot meal.

“At least I’m good for something, dumbass.” His voice was lower now, more focused as he tried the locks that contained you. After a few minutes of silence and fiddling, a large, scary grin split his face.

“You’re gonna wanna stay back for this,” he almost chuckled. Placing one hand on the front of the cage, Dynamight let off a small, white-hot explosion. It was enough to break through the binds, and much to your chagrin, enough to send even more debris flying, making you dirtier than you were before.

“As if I had a choice,” you grumbled as the door swung open. Dynamight made quick work of the ties at your wrists and ankles, but he’d crossed back to the exact spot he’d fallen from moments ago in a flash. Too rude to even help you up, you noted.

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he shouted over his shoulder at you, taking a low stance to propel himself back through the hole in the ceiling. “I know that’ll be hard for you.”

God, he was such an ass. Seriously, just that small interaction with the number two hero had you seething and biting your cheek to keep you from yelling back in frustration.

You have known the pro hero, Dynamight, since you were children, and even then, he was hard to be around. Always a bully, who puts himself on a pedestal, leaps and bounds better than the rest, and totally ignorant of his own shortcomings. He’d told poor Midoriya to quote, "Take a swan dive off the roof," in middle school. Even after you’d joined UA, he continued to make an ass of himself.

Sure, some people could see past that gruff exterior and find something to actually like about him. He had friends like Red Riot, and Pinky, even Uravity was known to hang around him, as well as Deku and Shoto. They saw something in him. And he was wildly popular, especially since he’d exploded onto the pro-hero scene and blasted his way to number two. He had fans all around the world, too. And then there was you. Bakugou - no, Dynamight - had always been awful to you. You had never seen what the others saw in him. You had never had a tender rooftop moment where he got deep and introspective. You never saw a vulnerable side after Kamino. He was the same arrogant, stuck-up, aggressive prick that he had always been.

So much so, even having known him since your youth, you had stopped calling him by his name. No longer your Kacchan, your Katsuki, or even your Bakugou. You kept calling him by his hero name, Dynamight, because it was easier to forget about him that way.

You walked around the cavern-well ⎯ more like stumbled with your broken leg ⎯ and without a movement quirk, there was no possible way you were getting out of this without help. The only entrance was sealed off by a pile of rubble, and the other option was back through the ceiling, where the sounds of battle started to diminish.

Good. Maybe Hawks will come back, and he can get you out of here with his feathers! Or… Maybe Deku can jump down and carry you? Shoto could even make an ice ramp! As long as… They win their fight.

You tried to see anything from your poor vantage, but the room above you was dark, and it was quiet. Much too quiet for you to be comfortable, actually. Has the fight ended? Did they… Win?

Suddenly, you’re being dragged. Up and up and up, out of the hole in the ceiling and then you’re in the clutches of a villain. The villain laughs wildly and presses something cold and metal against your temple.

“Give it up, heroes!” He screeches, “Give it up, or I’ll shoot!”

You pry your good eye open and you instantly regret it. Before you, beaten and battered are the top three heroes, their costumes in disarray and various injuries littered their bodies that you didn’t have time to assess.

“Don’t!” Deku yelled, voice echoing throughout the room. “Leave her out of this! She’s not involved!”

“Well, well, that’s just not true, is it?” The villain cooed, “It’s because of her-“ he yanked your head back by your hair to expose your throat, “That the subject escaped! It seems to me that she’s actually pretty important. Hmm, heroes?”

What you couldn’t see was the plans formulating in each of their heads. What you couldn’t see was Dynamight plotting the exact trajectory, timing and energy it would take to get to you before the bullet rocketed through your skull. What you didn’t see was that while Deku and Shoto struggled to come up with anything useful, it was Dynamight whose body moved before he could second guess himself.

What you couldn’t see was the frantic look in his eyes as he rocketed himself forward in a stupidly reckless attempt to save you. Because he was a hero too. Because despite everything, he still wanted to save you.

It was over before you had time to process it. Dynamight had saved you, apprehended the villain, saved the day and your life. But he was still that same insufferable ass even as Deku carried you to safety, with Dynamight’s gloating voice piercing through your already aching skull and grating on your already fried nerves.

You were fine, physically speaking. The healers at the local hospital were incredible and they fixed both you and your companions up like new. Deku and Shoto found you once you were all healed, with Dynamight trailing close behind.

“You’re so brave!” Deku praised you, “You handled everything so well! Thanks so much for your help!”

“Yes, you did well not to panic when he grabbed you.” Shoto’s voice was cool and calm as usual.

“I really didn’t do much,” you confessed.

“That’s not true! You got the hostage to safety! You created an opening for Kacchan! You must really trust each other!” Deku beamed, proud of his best friend and proud of you, his former classmate.

“Yes,” Shoto chimed in, “Have you finally gotten over your distaste for one another?”

You shot Dynamight a look. He was studying the floor intently and he looked as though he’d rather be anywhere else. “As if that would ever happen.”

“Do you mind if I ask… What’s up with you two? You’ve always been at each other’s throats, even when we were kids,” Deku took the seat beside you, turning halfway to talk more privately. “You always fought and argued….”

“I just don’t like people who think they’re better than everyone else,” you responded curtly.

“Hah?! The fuck is that, shorty? I don’t think I’m better, I know I’m better!” Dynamight spat and took two strides towards you. His palms crackled like popping candy in his frustration.

“Not better than everyone,” you retorted, “Number Two.”

He paused, face growing red and veins bulging out in anger. Truthfully, he had gotten better at controlling this side of himself, but something about the way you poked and prodded, knew just the buttons to press to piss him off, made him feel like he was in highschool all over again.

“Like you would even fucking know!” He planted one large boot on the bench beside you, leaning down to get in your face and yell at you some more, making himself look bigger and bigger. “You’re not even on the charts! You’re nothing but an extra, you know that?! Who are you to judge me?”

“K-Kacchan! This isn’t the place-“ Deku started, hands held out to cease any violent altercation that might break out.

“This isn’t about you, Deku!” He growled, his red eyes boring into your own as he drew forward just a bit more. His goal was to make himself appear big and scary, to block you out and make you realize just how great he really was. He’d endured years ⎯ a lifetime ⎯ of your sass and your indifference, and it was finally about to boil over.

He was the one who saved you. He was the one who risked his damn neck to pry you away from that stupid villain. He was the one you should be grateful for! So why didn’t you even look at him?

Except, you were looking at him. You’d been looking at him from the moment his quirk manifested. He really was incredible, and you could admit that to yourself. To yourself, and not to him. Never, ever to him. He was so strong and crazy smart, too. And over the years, he proved himself to be a great hero and a dependable ally.

You just couldn’t get over his attitude; arrogant, cocky, always in your face… And a bully. Right now, he was all up in your face, and for what? Not doting on him the way literally everyone else did?

“God, you're the worst. How the hell did you even manage to become a hero with that piss-poor attitude of yours?” You spat at him.

This was followed with a string of bickering back and forth.

“Let’s just allow them to work it out.” Shoto said, placing a cool hand on Deku’s shoulder, who followed him out of the room to leave the two of you completely alone.

Though neither of you noticed.

“Do you EVER shut up?!” Dynamight yelled, flinging his arm out wide in anger.

“Do YOU?!”

“I at least know when to bite my tongue!”

“Is that so, huh? Why don’t you prove it then?”

“Hah???”

“I’m telling you to SHUT UP!”

“Why don’t you fucking MAKE ME?”

The silence that fell over the two of you was heavy and palpable. Fuck, were his eyes always that stunning shade of red? Was his face always this handsome? Your eyes flickered down to his lips. Have they always looked that soft…?

They were that soft. God, they were so soft when they pressed against yours, working desperately against you. Neither of you knew who closed that distance, but his warm hand cradled the back of your head so gently, and yours found purchase around his broad shoulders, and for the first time, your lips met. It was so sloppy and so needy, poured into the few moments the two of you shared.

Panting, he pulled away too soon. His hand was still cradling you, and yours was still holding him, centimeters between the two of you as you both tried to process what had just happened.

“Did…Did you just kiss me?” You breathed.

Bakugou’s response was to capture your lips again, a bit more gently this time. Still lost in the fever of the moment, still lost in the tension between you. He was good at kissing. Fuck, he was good at everything, wasn’t he? Was he? Your mind wondered as he snaked his tongue along the seam of your lips, desperate to taste you. You obliged him, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth and massage your own. He tasted like burned sugar.

Was he good at everything? Was he good with that hardness pressing against your thigh as he pushed you further onto the bench? Bakugou squeezed the back of your thigh, eliciting a breathy moan directly into his mouth. You felt him grin against you.

“Fuck you.” You murmured.

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” he responded, cutting off any argument with another searing, hot kiss and letting his hands explore your body. His touch was electric, palms sliding underneath your shirt and pressing into the soft flesh on your belly. He dragged them all over your body, tossing your shirt aside, tossing your bottoms aside, and he only grinned wider when you did the same for him.

The events that led you here, pinned on a small hospital bed, in the middle of the night, beneath the one person you hated most in this world, was something you could never truly figure out. But his kisses felt so good against your lips, his hands felt so good against your skin, his body felt so sinful against your own, that you were remiss to even try.

His palms were so hot, a little clammy, but large and skilled as they worked at your chest. He squeezed and massaged both of your breasts before flicking at each nipple, his mouth never leaving yours. He rolled each bud between his fingertips, and smirked again when you gasped. You wanted to kiss that stupid expression off of his pretty face, and that’s exactly what you did.

As he explored and enjoyed the feast of your body, you were doing the same with his tongue. Lapping and massaging, sucking and circling his with your own. It was your turn to grin when he moaned into your mouth and you bobbed your head, sucking off his tongue.

“You’re filthy,” he hummed, his fingers toying with the material of your panties. “Are you sure you want this?” Katsuki pulled back, his eyes were soft as they searched yours for permission.

“Are you sure you want this?” You mirrored.

“More than you’ll ever know." To avoid any further embarrassment, he dove into your neck, licking and suckling at the tender skin just beneath your ear.

“Ah, fuck-“ You moaned, back arching into his eager touch. “Y-yes. Please, Katsuki. I… I want you to fuck me. I need you to fuck me…”

He clamped down with impossibly sharp teeth at your words, literally ripping the material of your panties off of your body. You moaned at the mutual sensation of his hot mouth and the cold air. He hiked your leg up with one strong arm, supporting its weight and lifting you slightly to get a good angle. With the other he traced the length of your sopping cunt, gathering your fluids on his index.

He pulled back and caught your gaze as he brought the finger to his swollen lips, making a showy point of savoring your flavor. “You know... With how wet you are, I’d say you like me.”

You scoffed despite the fire growing in your belly, “Not even remotely.”

Katsuki quirked an eyebrow at you, “We’ll see about that, princess.”

Your words lodged behind your teeth as he trailed wet, sloppy kisses down the length of your body, wasting no time lapping at your pussy. His tongue ⎯ God, was every part of him this hot? ⎯ licked you from hole to bud agonizingly slowly. He teased your clit with a few flicks before trailing back down to tease your hole with a few circles. Drawing his mouth back up just to see and feel your needy reactions, he surrounded your clit with the heat of his lips and suckled.

Two fingers scissored inside of you, toying with your spot and prepping you for what was to come, as he wrote his name over and over on your clit. K – you moaned loudly – A – at the motions – T – and he was determined – S – to have you screaming – U – his name – K – by the end of this – I. Katsuki. Katsuki. The coil deep in your belly burns hotter, brighter. Katsuki. Katsuki. Katsuki. Closer and closer, your mind started to blank of everything but thoughts of him. Of Katsuki.

“Katsuki~” you moaned headily, “I’m close~”

He picked up the pace then, attacking your sensitive clit over and over and pressing relentlessly into you.

“Katsuki!” You exclaimed, falling over the edge of pleasure as he helped you ride out the blissful orgasm. Your hips ground against his face as he lapped up every drop, and he’d never tell you, but the sounds you made just for him were so pretty it made his heart hammer in his chest.

“Such a needy girl for me,” he hummed, so lowly it reverberated in your bones. “Are you ready for me, baby? You ready for me to fuck you senseless?”

“Mnngnnhhh... Y-yes! Please! Katsuki! I… I want you….” Your pride caught in your throat as heat rose to your cheeks. Realization that you were begging for him, for the man that you’ve hated your entire life, dawned on you.

You really were about to find out if he was good at everything.

Katsuki silently cursed himself for not having a condom on him, but he just wasn’t the type of guy who’d fuck any bitch at any point, so why would he carry one? And how could he have anticipated this turn of events? You, the only person on this planet that wouldn’t look at him, begging for his cock?

He knew the moment your lips locked, that you felt the same way all this time. All of that hate and anger, the fights and arguments boiled down to unresolved sexual tension, and he was about to fuck you out of his system.

Katsuki slowly, so slowly, pressed into you. His cock was somehow white-hot, hotter than any other part of him, and you were grateful for the previous warm-up because he was so thick. Your walls fluttered around him as you struggled to fit everything. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t unpleasant even, but he was big and it’s been a while for you.

“God, you're so fucking tight, princess,” he moaned next to your ear. His voice sent shivers coursing through your body, hips bucking automatically against him, causing him to bottom out sooner than he wanted to.

The prettiest moan escaped him at being totally surrounded by you, your wet and inviting warmth that swallowed his aching cock so well was the best thing he’d ever felt. You were so good for him.

Slowly, he started to move, eliciting small sounds of pleasure from you. Music to his ears. He reached around your thighs to pull you up and support your weight with his strong, muscular arms. The new angle causing him to rut against your g-spot too perfectly.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Ghhh... S-so good!” You mewled. He picked up the pace then, slamming his hips harder and harder against yours. The tip of his cock licking your cervix in the most delightful way, thick veins rubbing against all of the most sensitive areas inside, and the rough texture of his happy trail stimulated your clit. It was pure bliss.

Katsuki really was good at everything, you realized as he fucked you senseless. And it felt damn good that he was using all that talent and skill to pleasure you. It felt damn good to vent out all of this pent-up frustration and emotion. It felt good to kiss him and hold him and fuck him. He felt good.

“K-Katsuki-“ you gasped, quickly approaching your peak again.

“Fuck. Can I cum inside you?”

The thought of having Katsuki’s hot, sticky cum inside of you was too much for you, and you tumbled, once again, down the hill of pleasure.

“C-cum inside, Katsuki. Please. I-“ you tried to talk through your orgasm, but it was over for him the moment your walls clenched and fluttered around him. Bending over in his own bliss, Katsuki unleashed rope after rope of his seed deep into your still throbbing cunt.

“Ah! Fuck…Fuck, you feel so good.” He grunted, the both of you riding out the heady feeling of your intense orgasm together.

After a moment, your fingers found purchase in his hair and you drew his face to yours. The kiss this time was completely different than before; it was soft, tender, and loving. It was grateful, and sweet.

Katsuki was amazing, and you felt the weight of a lifetime lift from your chest.

He collapsed beside you - rather halfway on top of you since the bed was tiny - and took his time just appreciating you. You were so beautiful.

“So I guess I owe you dinner, huh?”

“Like I’d ever go to dinner with you.” You lulled your head to the side, grinning from ear to ear. His soft expression was one you’d never seen before and you finally, finally got a glimpse of the Katsuki that everyone else saw.

“8pm, tomorrow. I’ll pick you up.” It wasn’t a request.

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more SPYxFAMILY fanart because I absolutely love drawing this awesome trio 💖

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thought about zoro and his back for too long and started to spiral hnng

cause you know it’s so sensitive, it has to be. zoro is always hyper-aware when his back is facing someone, even among friends and crew mates. the hair on his neck stands on end when someone lingers behind him for a breath too long, shoulders always tensed, spine straight until the perceived threat is gone. it’s what’s kept him alive all those years on his own, interwoven with the pride that comes with being a swordsman with an unscarred back.

the only time those guarded walls come crashing down is here in this pocket of space and time when dusk has fallen and zoro has you all to himself, blessedly alone. you’re perched all pretty and naked in his lap, humming into a kiss that turns from sweet to bruising as your hands drift from where they cup his face and slide behind his head. 

zoro burns with your touch, bathed in flame and born again as you run your hands over the planes of his shoulders. the lazy rolls of your hips against his as you grind your clit up and down the length of his cock aren’t enough to distract him from how your fingers trace over his spine, far more gentle than a beast like him deserves.

“more,” he says, voice hoarse with a need that scorches his throat and leaves him parched for you, you, you. “you can give me more, right baby? fucking know you can, stop holding out on me.”

he hisses through gritted teeth as you drag the first stinging lines across his skin, nails carving in just enough to ache but not bleed. a thought, crazed and drunk on love, floats through his mind that he wouldn’t mind too much if you dug a little deeper. do the same thing to his flesh as you’ve done to his heart and leave your mark for all to see. he’s consumed by it, images flashing behind his eyelids as you whine in his ear of a scar on his back, left there because he chose to love not because he turned his back in cowardice.

zoro groans hot and heavy on your neck, edged over and over as you use him to chase your pleasure and find all the spots on his back that make him shudder against you, falling apart under the weight of the care he hasn’t earned and isn’t all too convinced that he deserves.

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DYNAMIGHT ADVERTIZING.

warnings: she/her pronouns used. strong language. counter sex. size kink. tiny bit of body worship. praise n condescending comments from katsuki. wc:1.1k synopsis: katsuki brings home some of his newest merch for you to try on, but he definitely wasn't expecting you to look that good in it.

katsuki knew he liked it when you wore his clothes; fuck, it was one of his favorite things, but this was different. his sweatpants that were three sizes too big on you were now replaced with tacky shorts that had 'DYNAMIGHT' plastered on the ass of them, topped off with a cute hoodie with his name along the sleeves. it was cheesy, you weren't going to overlook that, but all in all, it was undeniably cute. 

katsukis signature colors adorned your body with tight-fitting fabrics that clung perfectly to your curves in a way that made him flushed and made every snarky comeback he would usually spitfire long gone.

he had brought home some of his merchandise for you to try on and take a few promo pictures in together, but that plan seemingly flew out the window when he saw you in them.

you peeked out of your shared bedroom door, fully letting yourself leave when you saw him leaning on the counter waiting for you. “katsuki,” you called his name, waiting to continue talking until he looked at you. “whaddya think? does it look good?”

his jaw fell slack when he saw you and he sucked his teeth, blood red eyes training on you. “fuck yeah it does, you kiddin me?” 

“you think so?”

“mhm, now, cmere.” he beckoned you over, sitting you up on the counter so he could stand between your legs that he held open with his hands. “you,” he began, lips ghosting over yours, “are so fucking pretty.” you adverted your eyes, and he just laughed and kept talking. “in fact, you look like you’re my biggest fan,” he teased, eyes boring into yours. 

“shut it,” you gently flicked his shoulder, a gentle laugh bubbling from your lips to hide your embarrassment. 

nonetheless, his warm hands that he placed firmly on your back were hard to ignore. you leaned into his touch, humming in content when his warm hands traveled lower, middle and ring finger tracing the elastic of the shorts. “katsuki,” you muttered his name, and he just let his eyes flicker to yours before going back to your waist, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips as his hands daunted lower. 

“huh?” 

“you jus’ gonna ignore what we’re supposed to be doing right now?” you questioned, and he let out an amused huff. 

“fuckin’, maybe?” he laughed, and you just shook your head, pretending like his calloused hands didn't leave a trail of goosebumps on your skin while they made their way up your stomach and under your shirt. 

you tried to think of something snarky to say, but decided to settle with a quiet hymn of okay instead. he let his head rest against your shoulder while one hand traced the underwire of your bra and the other fiddled with the fabric of your shorts. “careful,” you began, “keep feeling me up like that and i might just become one of your biggest fans.” 

his sharp inhale was audible, and you failed to bite back the laugh that bubbled out of your throat. you knew he was keen on praise, but you just loved how he fell apart in your hand and turned into putty at every little comment. 

“just ‘might’?” he questioned, quirking an eyebrow. “we might have to fix that. cant have you thinking i’m anything less than the man of your dreams,” he jeered. 

“i dont know how truthful that is. guess youre gonna have to put your body to work to prove it, huh?” 

“i'm not worried. you know my money is where my mouth is, yeah?”

with that, he pressed a kiss to your neck, littering them up to your jaw. he chuckled low when you tilted your neck to give him more access. 

“want me to touch you so bad that you’re just givin’ it up, huh?” 

you whined before running a hand through his hair and scratching his scalp, to which he hummed. he sucked a hickey onto your collarbone, moving his hands and taking your bra off more expertly then you could have done it. 

“hands of a magician,” he commented, laughing at his own joke after. 

“so dumb,” you shook your head with faux dissapointment before moving to take your shirt off. he swatted your hands away, quietly tsking in the back of his throat. 

“gonna keep the shirt on for me? i wanna see how pretty you look all fucked out ‘nd representing your favorite hero. could you do that for me?” his words were dipped in honey, and you melted into each syllable. 

he grabbed the undersides of your thighs and slid you forward, pulling you off the counter just so he could bend you over it and see his hero name plastered over his girl, exactly where he wanted it. 

“glad you know who this piece of ass belongs to,” he muttered in a breathy sigh, hand massaging it with a hard pressure. “can i,” he began, letting his voice trail off with a questioning tone. it only took your meek uh-huh before he spanked you one, two, three times. “sorry, jus’ like seeing that ass jiggle,” he laughed before pulling the shorts and your panties to the side. “ready?”

“ready,” you smiled, flattening your hands on the marble countertop to try and prepare yourself. 

you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth to try and shut yourself up, breathless fuck’s spilled from your mouth as he slid into you, one hand on your lower back and the other next to yours on the counter. he let out deep groans, digging his head into the nook between your shoulder and neck once he bottomed out. you could feel his built body against yours, and you squirmed under him, silently pleading for some friction, though the stretch between your legs was serving you pleasure. 

“hold fuckin’ still,” he muttered, standing back up straight and resting on his elbows, capturing your body between his arms. 

the initial pumps were slow and tedious; teasing rolls of his hips drove you insane, and you grabbed at nothing, body feeling feverish as you plead for it; rougher, faster, deeper. 

who was katsuki to deny those demands? he couldn’t- not when your every moan and whimper sounded so pretty underneath him.  

“gonna pound you, yeah?” he asked for permission.

“yeah, please,” you arched your back into the counter some more, letting his increasingly rough spanks and thrusts swallow your conscience. 

a rough hand grasped your neck, pulling your head up from its resting space on the chilling counter. “you’re real lucky to be fucked by the dynamight, huh?” he jeered, and you nodded. “what’s that?”

“i am!” your voice shrilled, embarrassment and desperation entangling. 

“thats fuckin’ right, you are,” he huffed, biting his lip. you could feel the countertops growing hot next to where his hands were planted, and you couldn't help but attempt to dully note how much he lost his exposure when he was using you. “you’re so fuuckin' good.”

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theft ; sanji x reader.

3k words, afab reader (no pronouns), nsfw

cw: alcohol/drinking, idk sex i guess you figure it out

fic request for @strawhatsoraya, u are so patient while i give tiny bits of chaos

note: a spiritual successor tothis

what starts as you whining to sanji that you want the perfect midnight snack, quickly turns into you goading him to drink with you, which then leads to both of you trapped in purgatory — not tipsy, not quite drunk—thus ending with your fifth complaint of the night.

“and then, and then,” you say, words slurring together a bit in your eagerness to tell your story, “and then when i asked if we were done with training, he laughed and said,” you straighten up in your chair, clear your throat, and let the alcohol lead your imitation of the irritable, tyrant of a swordsman. “‘we haven’t even gotten started’…he’s the worst!”

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How do you think sanji would react to worship? As someone who's an established giver, I'm very curious to hear your thoughts (in immaculate detail) about him when the tables are turned

oooooh i have many thoughts :3

he hates it at first and feels so fucking guilty over it. sanji always centres you and your pleasure during sex and it’s not that he’s being courteous, it’s cause he truly can’t fathom it being any other way. so when you drop to your knees in front of him and kiss his thighs saying you want to take care of him for once, he’s immediately off balancing and spiralling.

and it feels good, of course it does. it feels so fucking good when you trace the veins on the underside of his cock with your tongue, when you take his tip into your mouth and hum as you lick up a bead of precum. but just underneath all that pleasure is a mounting anxiety that he’s being selfish for just taking and not giving anything in return. he’s restless as you take him deeper and and deeper, hands clenching and unclenching by his side because he should be doing something, right? shouldn’t he be doing something for you right now? he’s so lost in thought he doesn’t realize you’ve pulled off until you’re calling his name, voice as soft as the look in your eyes.

sanji will never tell you that he nearly cries when you ask if you were doing a bad job cause it doesn’t look like he’s enjoying himself. it would take a very open and vulnerable conversation where he explains how he feels before either of you would ever try to attempt it again. one day, he’ll drink in your love like a glutton without an inkling of shame to hold him back, let it fill his lungs and pulse in his veins. one day, you’ll sink to your knees and he’ll push into your mouth till your nose is brushing blond curls and your throat’s gagging around him and he won’t doubt for a second that this is something he doesn’t deserve.

one day, he’ll feel worthy enough to accept your love.

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different ways of showing love.

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Hey shawty, it's me again! If you write for one piece still, could you write some hcs for Sanji? I've recently gotten into it and he's my favorite character lol. Also happy late birthday!

yay it's you babe!! how you doing? hope u good <3 soo yeah I still write for one piece and sanji is one of my favs by far lmaooo and thank you for the hb ;)

ʾ  ، #sanji as your boyfie ׅ ﹗𓂃

fandom: one piece

pairing: sanji vinsmoke x you

work count: 338

reader gender: neutral

warnings: slight sexual ; pure fluff ; sanji being the best he can be

request from: @flugion, hope you like it babe <3

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𓂃 Just some headcanons about Sanji being the best boy he is on a romantic relationship.

so yeah sorry about that but

sanji IS the best boyfriend someone could ask for

or at least he's the third one in op rank

I know he is known to be very flirtatious

but that doesn't mean anything ok

sanji glorifies you, he only has eyes for you after you establish your relationship

sanji loves talking about you

so everyone on the boat knows you're dating

because he just can't shut up

usually brags about having a s/o and zoro doesn't

they end up fighting but nothing out of the ordinary

sanji loves to cook for you

he loves how you encourage him and is always ready to try some new recipe

sanji is addicted to having your approval

I would say this has to do with the praise kink he has

praise him and you'll have a melted version of sanji to deal with

he is very happy with pda

if you're comfortable, get ready for countless kisses, hugs, silly hands

he will always respect your limits

and at the beginning of the relationship, he asked you to list what he can and can't do w/ you

he loves you so much it hurts

don't think about ending things with him or joke about something like that, maybe he dies just at the possibility

he is not jealous, but he ends up being very insecure with himself and this leads to disagreements between the two of you

but don't worry

he will always apologize first, even when it's not his fault

he doesn't like to sleep fighting with you, he needs to hold you in his arms to get a good night's sleep

in the end, you two will last a long time because he does everything possible and impossible for this relationship

even hot and slow sex to show you how much he loves you

but he still prefers to fuck hard and fast, as well as cum deep inside you to make sure his little family grows even if you can't get pregnante

author's note: yay hope you enjoyed as much as I did!! sanji deserves more love in the fandom lol

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is a threesome with sanji and zoro inspiring enough? *wiggles eyebrows*

➪ a/n: oh yes it is, I've had this idea on my mind forever but never got around to writing it. I've written a lot of n/sfw today but I think this tops it lol, blaming it on the mix of heat and energy drinks getting to my head. anyways welcome to my podcast of me trying convince people that in a threesome Sanji would absolutely be the dominant one (very inspired from the HCs I did here!)

➪ details: NSFW MINORS DNI//Sanji x afab!reader x Zoro//w.c: 1.4k//warnings: afab reader ("pussy" & "cunt" used a few times), threesome, dom!Sanji, slapping, fingers, oral (reader receiving), hand job, teasing, penetration, creampie, snowballing

“Have you ever pleased a person in your life?” Sanji spits, finally pulling away from marking your neck up with dark bruises to snarl at the green haired swordsman. He runs his hand over your chest, taking a greedy handful of flesh and playing with your perky nipple. 

You whine when Zoro pulls away from your core to argue, Sanji immediately swooping down to hush your cries with gentle kisses and his fingers rubbing circles around your clit. Zoro watches quietly in annoyance while Sanji occupies your attention and sneaks a hand between your thighs to slip inside, the slick sound is filthy from the mix of your juices and Zoro’s spit.

You throw your head back when it barely takes him any time to find your sweet spot, pressing against it with nimble fingers and sending electricity through your body. “See? Don’t I do such a good job, making you feel so good?” He scissors his fingers to stretch you out just a bit more while Zoro soothingly rubs your thighs, eyes closely fixated on the way your pussy just oozes in excitement. 

“Fuck you.” Zoro hisses, his brain a bit too fuzzy to form a better insult for the cook. He shifts uncomfortably, his cock rock hard but he wouldn’t ever admit to the cook how much the sight of the two of you turned him on. The way Sanji gripped at your thighs marked with dark splotches, spreading them open for Zoro’s hungry eyes to devour.

Under the curtain of blonde hair Sanji’s blue eyes wouldn’t leave his, glimmering under the dim light of the room and filled with the silent words of look at me. Look at us.

His breath is hot and heavy against your ear, working his fingers into and out of you in a lewd sight all for Zoro to watch like a dog with a bone in front of it. Sanji had a little string tied around you, carefully pulling you away and leaving Zoro chasing after you. Zoro plays into it beautifully, pulling his boxers down to release his aching cock, taking himself in hand and stroking.

You chew on your lips, bucking against Sanji’s fingers as if you were riding Zoro’s thick cock, stretching your pretty pussy open in a way that drives you crazy. A smirk pulls at the blondes lips, tongue poking out of his mouth as he can feel himself getting so much harder. “Can’t even wait over there?”

“Says you.” Zoro grunts. Sanji had barely gotten you in the room before he was shoving his hands down your pants just to feel you, a bit of blood dripping from his nose. Barely anything would have stopped him from dropping to his knees to please you in the hallway.

You cry out when Sanji curls his fingers and pushes you thighs open wider, showing off the way your juices ran down his arm and painting a sinful picture for Zoro. His voice seems to drop an octave, licking at his lips as he continues fingering you with skilled digits. “Y/n, doesn’t he look so good?” You moan, nodding excitedly. “Mhm, don’t you want him to split you open on that big cock. Make you look so pretty getting filled up, fucking you till you can’t even think. I just know you both would sound so pretty as he pounds into you.”

He pulls his fingers out and slaps your cunt lightly and you jolt in response, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. He leaves your pleasure suspended in the air, the brink of your orgasm crumbling. “Do you want him to fuck you?”

“Y-yes.” You whimper softly. You can’t tear your eyes away from Zoro, tanned skin dripping with sweat and his aching cock just waiting to fuck you. His steely eye makes your skin go aflame and the hungry look painting his face turns you on.

“Can’t hear you sweetheart, why don’t you be a bit louder?”

You swallow the lump in your throat. “Yes please.”

Sanji chuckles and nudges you forward to clamber into Zoro’s lap. “Please? How polite, Zoro better treat you extra nicely.” He shoves Zoro onto his back a bit harsher than expected but more shocking was how Zoro just took it, a bit too focussed on the way your pussy hovered over his dick. Sanji took his position behind you, gripping your hip tightly with one hand and taking Zoro in hand with the other.

Your breath catches in your throat when he runs Zoro’s cockhead through your soaked folds, a heavy breath rolling off of Zoro’s tongue and he buries his head in the blankets. Sanji rocks your hips, just teasing the both of you and holding the pleasure of him filling you up over your heads. “Sanji, please- Let me fuck him.” Zoro murmurs a groan in agreeance, bucking his hips up and receiving a sharp slap on his inner thigh. 

“Patience, I’m being so nice enough already aren’t I? Just taking care of you both.” He strokes his hand up and down Zoro’s cock, still slick with your own juices. His hands were such a prized part of his body, it was an honor for him to be taking you both apart like this just by hand. He was built for this, delicate fingers tracing over thick veins and rubbing circles on your clit. Your sweet sounds are a symphony to him, finally urging him to guide Zoro’s cock into you.

He places those prized hands on your hips and slams you down on his cock, cries erupting from both of your throats. He doesn’t care to waste any time, treating you like a toy and dragging your hips back up to push them down again. The ridges of Zoro’s cock send pleasure dripping through your body like molten lava, falling from your mouth in sugar sweet moans that both men eat up.

Sanji guides your hips up and down, plastering your skin with kisses and bites to his enjoyment as Zoro’s hand grabs at his. Zoro was stronger, rippling muscles moving under his skin but he doesn’t even try to take control, letting Sanji set the delicious pace as you bounce up and down on his thick cock. Sanji moves with you, almost seeming to be getting off at the scene unfolding without being touched.

Zoro’s hips snap up to bury his cock deeper, beginning to chase his own approaching orgasm as his patience dissolves. Chuckling in your ear, Sanji shifts and kneels against Zoro’s thighs to pin him down. Thick with muscle and power, it doesn’t take much for him to keep the swordsman down and Sanji knows that, that everlasting smirk remaining as he watches Zoro huff in defeat.

Your own orgasm is fast approaching and you want it so bad. You’re sobbing out loud and shaking, making it so clear to Sanji. He groans against your skin, bouncing you up and down harder and pulling the knot tighter with each deep thrust of Zoro’s cock. “Gonna come darling? Is Zoro’s cock that good that you come this fast?” His grip on your waist is near bruising. "Come on, fuck yourself on his cock. Come for us."

Even as his arms aches he keeps a tight grip on your thighs, listening to you sobbing out “yes” and “please’ to his every comment. Zoro twitches inside you, casting his defiance away and placing his large hands over Sanji’s to move your hips at a better angle, grinding your clit down against his tuft of pubes and making you sob so loudly. 

You come undone violently, spasming and crying out on his cock. Sanji mimics your moan as if he came in his pants, loud and filthy and making Zoro fuck into you harder. He follows you rather quickly, his warm seed filling you up and dripping down around his cock into a lewd mix of juices and cum. 

As your heartbeat slows and you catch your breath, Sanji slides you off of Zoro’s softening cock, his hand cupping your sex to keep the cum from dripping out. His face is rosy red, eyes foggy with lust as he finds his way between your legs to lap at your entrance. You jolt and cry softly from the overstimulation, thighs tensing as he tongue delves deep to gather Zoro’s cum on his tongue.

Before your tense thighs could practically crush the lovesick cook’s head, he pulls away and turns his attention to the worn out swordsman. He grips his jaw harshly, leaning in and catching his mouth in a kiss. Zoro’s eyes blow wide mid kiss as Sanji shoves his tongue deep into his mouth, spitting the mixture of your slick and his cum into his mouth. 

He sputters but swallows the sinful mixture, wiping saliva from his mouth and gathering his scrambled thoughts. “You’re fucking gross.”

Sanji shrugs.

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[megustaitachi]

eee i love the alphabet prompts they’re so fun and silly

could you do D or T from the nsfw alphabet for sanji? i’d be happy with either!

why not both? nsfw under the cut <3 I'm pushing sub sanji agenda here lol

D -  Dirty Secret

Oh boy, Sanji has plenty. But the one that occupies his mind the most is how badly he’d love for his s/o to just dominate him. His own shame is his worst enemy, all too nervous to tell you but he’d love to give you total control and turn him into a sobbing mess

Push him around, slap him and then tell him how good he is when he finally keels over to follow your every command. He gets so hard when you shower him in praise, and equally so when you’re mean to him

T = Toy

For his partner? Absolutely, anything to have them shaking and eyes rolling back he’s willing to use. Seeing you in such an orgasmic bliss is his drug, turning him rock hard in seconds when he has you sobbing from being overstimulated with a vibrator 

Although he won’t pick out any for himself on his own, with a little coaxing from his partner he wouldn’t be completely against a pretty little buttplug nestled inside him or even a cockring

send me a letter(s)!

[megustaitachi]

Hi there! I love your written works for Sanji, they were so immersive and well written, I found myself lost in the story and! Beautifully done! If its not too much trouble, may I ask for some SFW and, if possible, NSFW headcanons for Sanji with the reader, please? Thank you for your time keep shining on! ❤

ahh this is literally one of the sweetest comments i’ve ever received about my writing, so thank you really <3 and it’s never trouble, i write to please and entertain; so, here you go! i hope you enjoy :) 

sfw:

at first, everything is more or less the same, but it’s all in the details.

you think nothing’s changed; he continues flirting with others, professing loudly how they are the light of his life and the reason for his very being—all lies, you remind yourself constantly—and it doesn’t occur to him that he should stop doing that altogether. it gives him pause, this realization, and guilt steadily spreads through his chest. he tries reasoning with himself—it’s what he’s known the majority of his life; he’s never had anyone genuinely like him the way he’s liked them before.

until you, of course.

in his head, you have a special place in his heart, and that’s all that really matters to him. with a love like this, he can’t afford to mess up; so, bit by bit, he offers small pieces of himself, in the hopes that you’ll still want him around. 

it’s gradual, but worthwhile. it starts with him sitting next to you for every meal; no one pays attention at first, but after the tenth time your crewmates start to question him. he waves them off, not wanting to elaborate, but also feeling irritatingly demure on the matter—to the point that a faint blush can be seen on his cheeks whenever your name is mentioned, a burden he is more than willing to carry.

brook and robin like to tease him whenever you’re nearby; you don’t mind, if anything, it’s flattering; but he certainly does. when you ask him why, he’s in the middle of sauteing vegetables, the aroma enticing you to hang out in the kitchen a little longer; you are precious to him, he says absently—waves of agitation rippling off of him as he speaks—and he doesn’t want anyone prying. let alone luffy, brook, or zoro. especially zoro, who teases sanji endlessly until you come by and berate the obtuse swordsman for being childish and petty.

it warms his heart, having someone defend him like that; you don’t really think anything of it, it’s the most natural thing in the world for you to do, actually.

on seemingly less busy days—where clouds coast lazily in the sky, the sunlight keeping everyone invigorated and full of energy—you’ll find that he prepares extra special desserts for you alone. when allows you into his sanctuary—the kitchen being semi-off limits while he works—you don’t question it, instead you cherish the moment. he lets you be the first to taste-test his food—much to luffy’s chagrin—and the one who helps him plan the menu for every day of the week.

a healing love; nourishing, always growing, comfortable yet life-altering. when you finally reach the core of his heart, that’s when you know that this is a forever kind of love.

nsfw:

he’s a very giving lover, everyone knows that. but—you’re the one who really knows. intimately, at that. if you think sanji will ever tire of pleasing you, you’re severely mistaken. even when his body is at its limits, fatigue threatening him with hallucinations, he manages to find himself in between your legs every single time.

he’ll feed you pieces of fruit—neatly cut, symmetrical, fresh—and when you try to wipe the juice off of your chin, he stops you and swipes his tongue along your skin, tracing the sticky path until he finds his way back to your mouth. when he kisses you, it’s with every single fiber of his being—feverish, short, messy; you liquefy, legs giving out but he catches you—he’s always catching you.

sometimes, when his arousal is too great, he doesn’t bother removing your clothes, opting to push your panties to the side, slender fingers dancing along your slick folds, before pinching your clit to get your attention. 

he’ll remind you to focus only on him before he sits you atop whatever surface that’s closest to you—so he can have more access. his lips coast along your soft, inner thigh with little regard for the soft, pleading moans that escape your mouth. normally, he takes his time to tease more noises out of you, but there are some nights where feels as if he’ll implode if he doesn’t taste you.

except, he doesn’t just taste, he devours—expertly, dangerously, an addiction he won’t ever give up no matter what. he’s the type to greedily try to give you more orgasms than you know what to do with. it’s only when you’re too overstimulated to do anything but whimper and tug on his hair that he grants you a bit of mercy. 

a culinary prodigy, his motto is to eat every crumb off of every plate. you are now his most favorite meal to consume. nutritional, even.

the softness of your body will tempt him all day, and if he can, he’ll have you on top of the kitchen counter, writhing as his hips knock into yours in succession, like a man obsessed. and maybe he is. just don’t expect any sympathy when he’s in this state, either; he’ll apologize for it later, when his head clears. but if anyone ever asks, he’ll say he’s guiltless.