#love sting's voice but he's way too raspy to be sans but HER. that's her.

[carlyraejepsans]

hey. toriel voice claim as jo lawry singing practical arrangement with sting. hey. hey are you listening to mw

[ichor-and-symbiosis]

Kotatsu Table. (Shigaraki x f!Reader; NSFW)

Warning: stepbrother kink 

“You are such a damn brat.”

Arms tighten around your waist in a vice-like grip. It forces the air out of your lungs and makes you wince, momentarily losing your grip on your switch. 

“You think your game is more important than me?”

“Hypocrite.”

“Shut up.”

Tomura’s legs are tangled with yours, hindering your ability to move. You can only wriggle and pout as he presses himself along your back and grinds his erection over the curve of your ass, incessant and desperate while his hot breath tickles your ear. He had wasted no time in slipping his sweatpants down before sandwiching his cock between his stomach and your backside. The heat radiates through your shorts and pulls the fabric on your crotch with every thrust, forming a wedgie along the seam of your folds as it generates a maddening friction that rubs your clit and forces a gush of wetness to seep out of your empty hole.

The kotatsu table hides this obscenity from view. For all intents and purposes, anyone passing by would imagine a sweet bonding moment between step-siblings. An attentive brother watching his younger sister play her favorite game while they warm themselves beneath the comfortable blanket draped over their waists. 

You try your hardest to uphold this illusion. No matter what filthy thing Tomura whispers in your ear, you hold onto the switch for dear life and ignore his demand for you to turn around and kiss him. The demanding neediness in his voice makes you rub your thighs together, and the subtle movement makes him groan and grind into you harder. 

Your neck glistens from bruising open-mouthed kisses. His rough lips tickle your skin even as he bites and sucks right beneath your ear, smoothing his slick tongue over the blooming mark to make you shiver and whimper. The wet muscle trails upward and leaves saliva along the rim of your ear. 

“Your tongue is like a disgusting slug, nii-san,” you grumble, digging the pads of your thumbs firmly onto the buttons of your switch when Tomura nips your earlobe. 

“You like it when I’m gross with you.” He snakes a hand beneath your shirt and roughly squeezes your breast to make you gasp. “You just keep playing hard to get, though. Does it make you wet when I have to behave like this?” His fingers pinch and twist your nipple, relentless even as your hands start to shake and your breath escapes your open mouth in quickening pants. Tomura whispers to you in a low growl, “I bet your dumb little pussy is ready to take me already. And you better let me find out - “ His other hand grips your shorts and wrenches them downwards, giving you little time to react before his thick cock pushes through your soft thighs and wedges its oozing cockhead right up against your entrance. “ - because I’m not in the mood for your bratty bullshit right now.” 

“T-Tomu-nii … “ 

“Don’t act all cute,” he sneers, digging his fingers into your hip as he begins to breach your hole. “Where’s all that attitude from before? Can’t ignore me now, can you?” 

You bite your lip and stifle a broken moan as best you can, quickly becoming overwhelmed by the tight fit of his cock. With your thighs closed together and the angle at which Tomura expects to shove into you, the stinging pain forces you to arch your back and writhe against his tight hold. He grits his teeth and tries again, curling his hand under your thigh and tugging it upward to give him more space to fuck into you. The instant your hole sucks in the swollen head of his cock, you jolt and release a pathetic sound, angling your hips away even as he releases a sharp breath and grinds further into you.

“The fuck is your problem,” he huffs, panting against your hair. 

“You’re too big, nii-san,” you whine. “It hurts … “ 

He chuckles, a raspy, aggravating noise that turns into a low groan as he tugs on your abused nipple and feels you clench around him. Your fleshy walls pulsate around his cock as he eases himself into you inch by slow inch, and you can’t tell if the rhythmic tightness wants to expel the intrusion or to suck him in deeper. 

Stupid, treacherous body. Your vision blurs from unshed tears as you lose all focus on your game. At this point, you are gripping the controls simply out of the need to hold onto something, anything to help you redirect your tension. 

“Oooh?” Tomura purrs, kisses the back of your head, and simply continues to flick your nipple back and forth as he works you open. “Poor baby. If only you had been nice to your big brother earlier.” He shifts his hand beneath your shirt and cups your other breast, holding it tightly while he focuses his full effort on shoving his cock deeper inside. “I would have played with your tight pussy to stretch you open. And if you had been really sweet, I would have let you lay on your back and play your game while I licked your sloppy, drooling cunt.” A flood of viscous juices bathed his cock as you flushed from embarrassment, feeling your chest tighten at the sound of Tomura’s appreciative moan before he continued, “But you seem to forget who this pussy belongs to, so nii-san has to punish you.” 

“Nnnh … aaah!” A sudden bite to your shoulder causes you to snap out of your delirious haziness. You pull your knees up in a last attempt to ease your discomfort. By some miracle, it actually works. Tomura wraps his arm around your waist again and follows to close the distance, snapping his hips against your ass with one final thrust that seats himself fully inside you and makes you see stars. 

Digging up weeds in your village seems rather trivial at this moment. You can think of nothing other than the way Tomura’s thighs rest flat against yours, the way you feel him all around you and inside you, his heavy cock twitching with each little mewl you release upon every new thrust. He abandons your breast altogether to hold your waist, his shameless moans mingling with your cries as he immediately sets a rapid pace. His torso is practically glued to your back. The only part of him that moves is his lower half, hidden beneath the blanket as he humps into you with short, forceful thrusts. 

There is an ache deep inside you, even as you gradually melt against him and give yourself to his demands. You can feel the tip kiss your cervix, each unyielding shove lodging precum in a place it should never, ever be found. 

“Should have just cockwarmed me like I asked you,” he grunts, breath leaving him in short puffs. “And I asked you nicely - “ You let out a strangled sound as he delivers a sharp thrust. “But you told me to leave you alone.” His arms tighten around you as he picks up speed, and all you can focus on is the sound of the slick slide of his cock through your squelching pussy. “You told me to leave you alone!” 

A tear escapes and wets the pillow beneath you. 

You didn’t mean to make him this upset. You didn’t mean to make him feel unwanted. 

“Tomu-nii,” you force out, quiet and meek. He reacts to your submissive demeanor almost instantly, cautious and still tense even as he lessens the intensity of his thrusts to a steady rhythm. “Can you … “ You flush, burrowing your face a little into the pillow. “Can you touch me?” 

Tomura slows down even more, a contemplative silence falling over him. A smug grin colors his voice. ��Touch you where?” 

“M-my … ugh, you know!” 

He presses his lips to your throat, running his hot tongue over your pulse before nipping it, a gentle hold of his teeth to your skin as they slowly rake a sensitive trail upon letting go. “Tell nii-san what you want,” he purrs. “And ask nicely.” 

“ … please … nnnh, can you play with my pussy, Tomu-nii?” A low rumble escapes his throat. “I w-want my big brother to take care of me … “ 

“And do you think you deserve it after what you said to me?” 

“No,” you sob, barely holding onto the switch as you are fucked open again and again at a punishing pace. It is a test, you know he wants to break you, to leave you so overwhelmed and speechless that he wouldn’t have to hear your pleas. The thought of him so unwilling to listen to you makes you whine through it all, needy and desperate and demanding as you hiccup and spew forth a litany of nonsense. “I w-was rude and - aaah, aah, oh fuck, Tomu-nii, I don’t wanna be punished! I want you to love me! Please, love me, n-nnhh-nii-san, please, I won’t do it again, I’ll be your good little girl and a-and I’ll never say no beca - aaahh! - because th-this pussy only belongs to my Tomu-nii - “

“Fuck!” 

A hand clamps over your mouth mid-rant. Tomura presses his lips to your ear as he struggles to control his breathing, pounding into you as he rasps through clenched teeth, “Shut up.” You whine and try to shake your head, but his hand locks your head in place with a firm grip. “Shut up,” he repeats. “You’ll make me come too fast, damn it.” 

Two fingers push past your lips and force their way to the back of your throat, dragging along your tongue and testing your resolve. You obediently suck the digits and curl your tongue to make them wet, thankful that Tomura had long since fucked the gag reflex out of you. Your muffled moans tease him as you push your hips back against every thrust, desperate to take all of him inside you, even if it hurt a little. 

Tomura pulls his fingers out of your mouth, and you are already holding your leg up as high as you can beneath the table to present your aching clit. The firm press of saliva-coated fingers to the stiff peak tears a wordless, silent cry from you, and when Tomura doesn’t even tease you, when he just keeps rubbing your clit in tight circles as his cock relentlessly splits you in two, you begin to babble all over again. 

“Thank you, Tomu-nii!” you whine, digging your nails into the switch. “Thank you, thank you, oooh - it feels so good! Aaah - nnh - I h-have the best nii-san in the world, I - I love the way you fuck me, nii-san, I love it so much!” 

“No one can fuck you like I can.”

“Never, n-nnh, I won’t let them - “

“I won’t let them,” he growls harshly. “I won’t let anyone touch what’s mine.”

Your cunt tightens at his possessive tone, pulsing and clenching as greedily as you needed him. His sweat clings to your equally filthy body, and a distant part of you hates the humidity building up beneath the kotatsu table, but you can only focus on the warmth coiling inside your body, the way your pussy grips his cock to keep him in, to trap him - 

“I’m going to come inside you,” Tomura rasped. “And you’re going to take it all.” 

“Yes, please - “ 

“And you’ll never say no to me again.” 

“Never! Never, never, I need you nii-san, I’ll always need you, e-even when I - when I don’t know it - nnnhh, nii-san, punish me more like this, make me yours!” 

Tomura chokes on his words, mouth open and drooling onto you, mindlessly jackhammering into your soft, overworked hole until the tightness explodes, uncoils, paralyzes you both with euphoric pleasure and leaves you completely wrung out. You moan as your pussy sucks on the cock buried deep inside, pressed into you without recourse and spitting thick ropes of come right up against your battered cervix. 

Neither of you move. Tomura has enough strength to drape his arm over you while he regains his ability to breathe. You stare ahead in a total daze, distantly realizing that you are still somehow holding onto your switch and ruining it with your sweaty palms. The horrors of bodily fluids coating your inner thighs is a problem you immediately resolve to deal with later. 

The house is eerily quiet. Tomura breathes through his nose, tickling the nape of your neck until he presses his forehead to your sweaty skin and nuzzles the itch away. 

You stare at the screen of your switch and suddenly fight the urge to throw it across the room. Tomura is right behind you. Your nii-san is cuddling up to you and all you are doing is staring at your reflection on the screen. A crushing feeling takes root in the pit of your stomach. It demands a conclusion to your dark desires and guides you to set the switch aside. 

Tomura’s hold on your waist tightens in defiance as you try to move. His cock is buried comfortably inside you, stirring to life in response to your wriggling. Loathe as you are to disconnect from him, your urge to face him is too strong to overcome. You twist around in his hold until he had no choice but to slip out of you. Before Tomura can voice his displeasure, you quickly shimmy out of your shorts and swing your leg over his thigh to sink back onto his cock with a satisfied sigh. His come oozes out of your stretched hole and makes a slick sound as he hilts himself deep inside your pussy, coaxing a mutual moan from you both as he palms your ass and gives it a slap. 

Reconnected once more. Nothing else matters. 

You remove your shirt and settle down beside him. Tomura stares at you, crimson eyes still darkened from residual pleasure. It brings a smile to your lips and makes his gaze flicker to your mouth. You tangle your fingers in his hair and kiss him, deep and incessant as you urge him closer and suck on his tongue to hear him moan. 

It is only natural for you to resume your perverted lovemaking. Your toes curl in pleasure as the slow drag of his cock parts your fleshy walls, the rhythmic grind of his hips dragging your clit against his crotch and quickly reigniting your need. 

Gripping his hair to pull him away from the kiss, you leave a mere hairsbreadth of space between your wet lips as you whisper, “You have my attention now, nii-san.“ 

His breath hitches, a quiet and vulnerable sound. Carefully, you guide him down as you arch your back and display your abused nipples. The pebbled buds are reddened and aching for proper attention. 

“They kinda hurt, you know,” you murmur petulantly. “Make me feel better.” 

Tomura follows the command like a man possessed, lavishing your breast with drooling licks and firm kisses before he pops the nipple into his mouth and sucks with just the right amount of soft pressure. His name trails on the end of a sigh as you rest your head on the pillow and hug him close, whispering all sorts of praises that keeps his mouth firmly suckling at your breast and his cock hitting you deeper. 

You find yourself on your back eventually. Tomura can barely fit into the space between you and the table, and it only urges him to rest his full weight on you as he snaps his hips against yours. Your legs escape the confines of the table and bend at the knee on either side of him, and even though the blanket still rests along your lower legs and across his back, you shamelessly revel in the chance to finally look down to see his thick cock pushing in and out of your cunt. The sight of it makes your mouth water, knowing that for every bit of come that had escaped and trickled down your ass, Tomura would make sure you fill you up again. 

The pace is somehow calmer. You cling to each other and share endless kisses in the midst of unhurried thrusts. It allows Tomura to regain some of his senses, and a question on the tip of his tongue finally escapes after you release a high-pitched moan. 

“Aren’t you worried someone is home?” he murmurs mid-kiss, and kisses you again instead of letting you answer. 

You giggle and lick his bottom lip. “Everyone left a while ago. I saw them leave.” Tomura pulls back at that. Not very far, just enough to throw you a mildly annoyed look. You merely smile up at him. “Don’t you think I would have been quieter if we weren’t alone?” 

Tomura pauses, thinks about a comeback, and promptly tosses it aside in favor of kissing that smirk off your face. You moan around his invasive tongue and roll your hips to meet his thrusts, fingers tenderly carding through his hair as he holds you possessively to him. 

[salemwritesxx]

the sweet scent of roses

summary: valentine’s day fluff with bakugou and his boyfriend

w.count: 2.2k

content warning: fluff

------------------------------------------------------------

“Hah.”, a heavy sigh escaped his throat as he looked at the disaster in front of him. Chocolate was everywhere on the counter and also on himself, and yet, as Bakugou looked to the side where his present was resting, a small smile flitted across his lips.

Before he started, he was unsure if doing that – making homemade chocolate and all – was even “okay” to do, since this was the first time he had a Valentine and usually, at least in Japan, girls did all these things on the 14th of February, not guys.

But then he realized how fucking stupid it was to let his chance slip away just because of society being fucked up. He was in a happy and healthy relationship for many months now, so fuck him being a guy, he wanted to give you a gift, no matter if one of his idiotic classmates were to find out about it and start whispering secretly behind his back about his role in your relationship as the “girl”.

Though they better not let that slip in front of him or he would blow their heads off for still holding on these fucked up stereotypes.

As he was cleaning the kitchen in his home, his mother only once sticking her head through the opened door to look at what he was doing and giggling as she went away again, he felt a vibration in his pocket. Swiftly pulling out his phone, another smile crept back onto his lips without him even realizing it – my, he was so stupidly much in love.

“Hey, Babe! Since tomorrow is Saturday, can you come over? We can hang out and go back together to the dorms Sunday evening? So take your stuff with you, yeah? (´▽｀)”, read the message you had sent him.

“Got it, I’ll come over at around 2?.”, Katsuki sent back, though before he could put away his phone, it vibrated again.

“Ehhh? So late? I know you are not a morning person but I thought you would come over sooner, so we can have lunch and stuff…”, he could almost hear the whine in your voice as he read the message, thus he snorted a bit and giggled to himself.

“Okay, okay. 🙄 Didn’t know you were so clingy! You better be up and ready on 8 then, or I will jump into your bed and put my cold hands and feet in your pants”, Bakugou teased you, though it certainly backfired a little when another message arrived while he was already lazily leaning against the counter, “Oh? 👀 I think I might be oversleeping tomorrow morning then. Be sure to come into bed anytime, Darling(´▽`ʃ♡ƪ)”

Inevitably, Katsuki was blushing a bit and yet a big smirk spread across his face, though before he could answer another message popped up “I gotta go now, Kat! Still have a few things to do, so, tomorrow at 8? :D” which definitely made him curious since it was only around three p.m., so naturally he wondered if you still had to run errands, but he simply replied with an, “Ok, tomorrow at 8. And don’t you dare oversleep if I have to go through the trouble of waking up early for you.”

And before he could continue to clean the kitchen, a short and simple “I’d never let you wait, my prince. Love you 💋” arrived.

“Me too.” was his only response as being open about his feelings was still a little embarrassing to him, though he was working on it and with Valentine’s Day being around the corner and him making you homemade chocolate, it was one step further into the right direction.

-

With a heavy duffle bag on his shoulders and wrapped in his scarf and a thick coat, he finally arrived and rang your doorbell, the snow still cracking underneath his feet as he was moving around on the spot to keep himself warm.

And then, the front door finally opened and he saw your face as you gestured him to come in with a “Good morning, Baby.”, as well as feeling your lips on his for a brief moment as you pecked them, Katsuki simply grumbling as he shivered and hastily walked inside your warm home.

“Fuck, it’s so cold.”, he cursed while he rather carefully put the bag down in order not to hurt the present inside.

“Hmm, I know, come here, let me warm you up, Baby Boy.”, and before he could react, you had gently pulled him closer by his scarf and connected your lips, Bakugou instinctively calming down and leaning into the kisses you shared, sighing blithely.

“Oh, Katsuki-kun, welcome.”, you both then heard from behind you, your boyfriend being very happy that his ears and cheeks were already red from the cold outside as your mother watching you both exchange such sweet kisses was definitely still embarrassing to him.

“(L/n)-san. I- uhm-“, he cleared his throat while you giggled a bit, “Sorry for the intrusion.”

Though your mother simply smiled lovingly, before she turned around with an “I’m going to make tea, yes? It’s so cold outside!” and went into the kitchen, you yelling a “Thanks, Mom.” after her.

“Thank you, (L/n)-san.”, Bakugou also said while undressing, your giggle as you watched him making him simply cock his head with a chuckled “Hm? What?” while putting his shoes away.

“Oh, it’s nothing.”, you shook your head, the raised eyebrow from your lover making you snicker again though, “Really, it’s nothing. I just like seeing you and my Mom get along, you know?”

“Oh…”, then a small smile appeared on his lips as he grabbed his duffle bag and the moment he walked past you, Katsuki quickly rose to his tiptoes to peck your lips, before you both walked into the kitchen where you grabbed the little tray with the tea cups on it so you and Bakugou could finally walk upstairs into your room.

Once he put the bag down and flopped onto your bed, the smell of your shampoo and cologne crept into his nose and he felt a sense of “being home” since he came over so often that it truly did feel like his second home by now. Though he certainly was happy when you could both move in together after graduation.

“Here, Kat, drink your tea before it gets cold.”, you gestured to the small table in the middle of your room, hence he grumbled a bit, because he loved laying in your bed and being able to smell your scent, but slipped down nonetheless.

“Where are you going?”, he then asked when you suddenly stood up.

“I forgot something in the kitchen downstairs, I’ll be back in a sec, yeah?”, Katsuki closed his eyes when you leaned in to peck his lips, his “Okay.” merely breathed.

Watching as you walked outside, he stared at the door for a few seconds, only to turn back and finally reach for the cup of tea. An immediate sigh escaped his lips when the warmth spread through his body, though not for long as he took another sip when the door suddenly opened.

“Y/n!”, his eyes widened and simultaneously a gasp was heard once he saw the big bouquet of roses – in an instant excitement ran through his veins, making his hands sweaty due to his quirk.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my love.”, you grinned lovingly as you closed the door with your foot and then kneeled down in front of him, Katsuki simply speechless for a moment, heart jumping in his chest and cheeks painted in a soft rosy color.

“But it’s tomorrow.”, was the only thing he could mumble, completely flabbergasted, your laugh however didn’t help to calm down his racing heart as he loved the sound of it.

“I know, Katsuki. But I wanted to spend the weekend with you, but I also wanted to give you something because of Valentine’s Day, so I kind of…was in a predicament.”

“So, you decided to give me the gift today so the roses wouldn’t wither without their water?”, Katsuki thought out loud, earning your nod.

“Yes, I thought this was the best decision. So…here. I hope you like it. I know you are not so much of a sweets guy, but I hope you will like them”, the way you smiled was seriously dangerous for his heart, his usual scowl had disappeared and instead, a soft smile that only you got to see, appeared.

“Fuck… I- … Thank you.”, was then the only thing he said while taking the bouquet of roses and the chocolate, before leaning in and connecting your lips. Immediately, he got pulled into your embrace, while you deepened the kiss, Bakugou’s arm that was only holding the little present slung around your neck while your lips melted together perfectly.

“I… I also have something for you.”, he mumbled after pulling away a bit, instantly earning your excited smile and feeling the way your heart also jumped in your chest as you were glued together like that.

Carefully putting the roses and the gift onto the small table, Katsuki pulled the duffle bag closer and pulled out the homemade chocolate from yesterday.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Y/n.”, he almost said…shyly? Bakugou was seriously adorable.

“Thank you. I’m…so happy.”, the way you grinned and almost glowed definitely emphasized your words even more as you took the heart shaped gift, before leaning down and resting your forehead against his. “I love you, thank you.”

“I…”, it was still a little hard to say, but with how his heart was beating a million miles per hour, he simply gulped down the lump in his throat and said with his usual raspy voice, “I love you, too.”

Only to blush and grunt a bit as he buried his face at your shoulder, which made you laugh in return.

“Can I tell you something?”, you asked with a giggle in your voice, Katsuki merely grunting approvingly. “I… was a little nervous today. You know, when I went out to buy chocolate to make my own gift, all the girls and even employees in shops were staring at me weird… Which made me insecure and I thought, maybe it’s weird giving my boyfriend something for Valentine’s Day. But… I am glad I did it and didn’t care about the stares.”

You hugged him tightly to snuggle him softly and pepper sweet kisses onto the right side of his face, while Bakugou was silent for a few moments, just enjoying. Though then, he also remembered how he felt yesterday, which gave him a small sting in his chest.

“I felt the same. It’s fucked up. Yesterday, I… also was scared if you would think it’s weird if I give you something. Since it’s only marketed at girls, I didn’t want others to see me as the girl. God, just saying it out loud makes me cringe. Like, why can’t we just be seen as two guys? No one is a fucking girl.”, he sighed heavily and looked up into your e/c eyes.

“I know. Valentine’s Day should be for everyone to express their love to their partner, no matter if it’s romantically or platonically.”

“I mean we have supernatural, alien quirks that make people do weird shit but a guy buying chocolate leading up to Valentine’s Day is still looked at weird. Society fucking sucks.”, he grunted and rolled his eyes before you both fell against the softness of your bed, leaning against it and looking at each other.

“It does. I just want to kiss you when we’re out and about without people staring.”, you sighed while lacing your fingers together to gently draw with your thumb on the back of his hand.

“But you know what? I don’t give a fuck if they stare.”, Bakugou then smirked and leaned in more to whisper, “The harder they stare the more I will make out with you.”

“Hmm? Now that… is something I like to hear.”, and with that, you pulled him back against your strong chest, your free arm snuck around his small waist and his muscular body cuddling against your own.

For a few moments, it was quiet as you savored each other’s presences, however in the end, Katsuki looked back up and kissed the side of your face.

“You know, no one is staring at us right now, but…”, he didn’t end the sentence, instead, a smirk spread across his face, the mischievous gleam in his ruby eyes you loved so much made you also grin and teasingly tilt your head to the side a bit. However, you couldn’t keep on grinning like that when he grabbed your collar and pulled you down eventually, lips colliding and a murmuring sound escaping your throat.

All on its own, your hand reached out to bury it inside his spiky hair, pulling him as closely against your chest as you could. Sweet murmurs and soft little whines were the only sounds he could make, completely melting against your body.

Now, Bakugou was very thankful that he went through with his idea and didn’t let himself get swayed by society’s views on Valentine’s Day. Knowing that something he made with his own hands could make you so happy truly made him also happy. And as the lovely scent of the roses mixed together with your own in front of him, he couldn’t help but think that having a Valentine was really something very special.

Not that he would have ever said that out loud.

------------------------------------------------------------

@salemwritesxx || do not repost, edit, modify or translate my works.

writer’s note: eeerrr this is new to me so i’m a bit nervous but i hope it was enjoyable to read! thought valentine’s day was a good day to mark the beginning of my blog. let the simping begin ✌🏼