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

love these two smmm

@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!

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.

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

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.

DYNAMIGHT ADVERTIZING.

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?”

theft ; sanji x reader.

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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