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iwaasfairy · 11 months

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Yes, please bring Atsuko back; I love and miss him. 🥴

:'>> i had to give a little taste for just you and me because i have no self control thank you my loveeee i miss him too hdfsgfdi

tw incest, mom!reader, atsuko's nerve knows no bounds, panty stealing, some pretty vile dirty talk

"Tooru," your hand slides over the handrail as you lean over it, and your husband's eyes flick up along your body to fall on yours with a delay that the coy smile on his lips can't exactly hide.

"Where are you going?" he pauses the match, and leans onto one flexed arm to look at you further. It's been awfully hot all day, and your top has been discarded for a tiny bikini that he's spent mere minutes on undressing earlier today. You smile, and lean down a little further.

"Have you seen Ko?"

Your husband's eyes run up and down your body again, before he shrugs. "The brat's upstairs." Strange. You were in the bathroom earlier, and his room's door was wide open. Still you pack up your towel and head up with soft steps, humming on your way to the grandiose room you're still not quite over. It's just so lavish, Tooru likes spending his money on nice things, like the rug under your bare feet.

You push into your room with a slight sigh, and falter when the door clicks closed behind you. All you see is a bare broad back, tank top suntanned into his shoulders, a familiar head of brown, loose curls and narrow waist down into a perfect butt as he straddles one of your nice pillows. "Atsuko!" you squeak, and also feel the heat creep over your cheeks as the low groaning only gets louder.

As you walk around your bed, your shared bed with your husband, you can see the way his large hand is wrapped around a painfully flushed, hard cock- and the fabric that's clenched between his fingers and his thick cock is distinctly familiar as he thrusts into the ring of his fingers. Your breathing hitches at the sight, though your lip is caught between your lips. "Atsu... I can't-"

"Perfect -ugh-fucking timing, mom," he groans a shuddered moan as more precum drips down along his fingers and he bucks into his palm, turning over and falling down to slide his back up against the headboard with absolutely no shame. His fingers toy with the seat of your panties, but he doesn't stop stroking even as his cock twitches hard when his eyes trail ever so hungrily down your body. "Wanna come finish me off?"

He places his other arm behind his neck as he opens his thighs more, and his tongue gets caught between his teeth. "That is my pillow, Ko," you only respond, and linger between trying to parent the brat and wanting to stay a safe distance away.

"Mh, you're so hot when you're trying to be stern," he grins wider at that, and stops pumping his cock for just long enough to rub a thumb over the leaking slit and scoot to the edge of the bed instead, then patting his muscular, sweat-coated thighs. His heavy cock bops between his legs, and another bead of precum looks so fucking good as it slowly rolls down. "Come here, c'mon. Dad's had his turn, now it's mine."

Your towels get put on the dresser, and you shuffle in place for a moment to try to relieve the uncomfortable feeling of stickiness now coating your bottom lips. You want to scream at your body and beg it to behave for once, but the heat always gets you flushed. Atsuko's vice is being able to use it against yourself. "Come." He says it again more slowly, and his eyes narrow, and you...

You can't help but give in a little and take a few steps in his general direction. Apparently close enough for him to reach out and grab your hand, pulling you towards him with a soft sigh as he starts cupping your tits in those large hands. "Ko," you whimper it before you even have a chance to stop it. But he doesn't have shame. His drooling cockhead rubs along the inside of your thigh while he peels the thin straps off your shoulders and dips to suck your puffy nipples with a self-satisfied hum when your fingers find his shoulder.

God, you shouldn't let him. You should say something. How do you always get bulldozed by him so easily? It's unfair, totally-- "Oh- baby!" It squeaks out, and your nails dig into his shoulder when his teeth come down on your tits meanly, eagerly - and he pulls you on top of his chest to fall back into bed. His arms wrap around you as he turns, not that you could stop him if he tried with any real fight, before he starts moving over you.

That shit-eating grin hasn't left his face for a second, and you swear he only turns more chesire like when those rough fingers slide between your legs and under the polyester of your bikini. "You're such a bad actor." He doesn't bother to scoot up the bed before folding one of your knees to your chest and you go to hold it, well-trained obedience that has him thumbing over your little cunt and moaning. "Looks like someone actually likes it, huh? No shame?"

He gets up to line himself up, and spits onto the fingers he then rubs in a rough circle over your clit. "You're so fucking hot when you're like this. All flushed, ready to take any cock that wants to fill you up?" The thick, hot head of his cock kisses your entrance a few excruciating times, before he starts putting just enough pressure for it to start sliding in at a snail's pace. The stretch is still always a little intimidating.

His beautiful doe eyes are so blown out and dark and one hand balances on your tit while the other pets at your clit with lazy circles of his thumb. Atsuko looks painfully good with his lip clenched between his teeth, and his voice dropping lower. "Love fucking my mom's slutty little pussy. Is that what you wanna hear, huh? Your little boy's grown into a freak that loves fucking his momma's drooling cunt in her own bed."

The first two inches pop in after the slowest push imaginable, and he leans in to see more of your face, more of your expression as your wetness tickles at your waterline, and your free leg wraps around his glutes with a soft moan. You wish you could beg, for him to go faster, fill you, kiss you too- but your tiny remnant of pride won't allow it when he's so self-satisfied. All you manage is a soft whimper of his name.

"I'm taking my time~ mom, ugh." He grunts and lets out a small hiss when he has to push to make room for himself for each further inch, and covers you in his beaming heat for long enough to have every thought leaving you. It just feels so good. It feels hot and tight and so good, good, good pressing so deep inside you and going even further. "Oh fuck, that's my favorite place- to- be- fu-uck~"

"S-stop sw-ah-swearing."

Ko's laugh is almost pure when it escapes him, and his hand wraps around your throat to pull your face to his as he laughs into the kiss. "Oh, shut it, hypocrite."

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readerinsertz · 2 years

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Hi!!! I love love your writing I was wondering if you’d write a Drabble for Grimmjow with some size difference, dumbification or dacryphilia and some aftercare?

Rating: Explicit, MDNI

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Warnings: 18+content, MDNI, afab!reader, one line where 'she&her' is used, pet names (princess), doggy, unprotected sex (use condoms!), humiliation, degradation, size kink, strength kink, dacryphilia, nipple piercing, dumbification, praise, aftercare, spanking, dirty talk, hickeys, possessiveness, marking, subspace, NSFW under the cut

“And remember, sharp as a knife,” Grimmjow reminds. Of course, he would use a blade as an analogy. You roll your eyes at him, the bratty action being rewarded with a slap on your butt.

“How am I meant to keep your liner straight if you do that?” You snap. Grimmjow rolls his hips and your anger melts as the tip of his dick rubs against your slit through the fabric. One large hand wraps around your wrist, the blue pencil almost falling from your limp fingers, and pulls it closer to his face. Normal men take the next step in their relationship by giving their girl a key to their car or house. Grimmjow lets demands you do his blue eye makeup. Occasionally he would even draw a white bone on his right jaw. You don’t know what’s hotter, that you can go makeup shopping with your boyfriend and not get ‘yeah, looks great, babe’ mumbles directed more to a phone than you or that your man was comfortable in his masculinity to wear “feminine” things… Never mind, it was watching him beat up some homophobe who thought men wearing makeup is gay.

You take the hint and bring the blue liner back to his eyes, concentrating on making the wing as sharp as possible. Thankfully, Grimmjow lets you concentrate, one hand kneading your butt. One change to an eyeshadow brush to blend everything and dotting some concealer to make everything crisp and you’re done. Leaning back, your eyes flit over your work before deciding it was good enough and reaching for the mirror to show him. You cap the liner and close the eyeshadow palette whilst your boyfriend scrutinises your work. Clearly, it passes the test as Grimmjow flips you onto your back, two hands landing on your hips to pin you down.

“Time to repay you for your work,” Grimmjow purrs. “By ruining your makeup.”

The male grabs both your wrists in one large hand and pins your forearms to the mattress. You mewl and buck your hips into his, needing friction. Grimmjow places a thick thigh in between yours, allowing you to grind your core against him. Your head tips back as a large moan tumbles out of your mouth when Grimmjow brings his head down to nip at your clavicle, leaving a few marks.

“Grimm,” you moan, the male kissing his way down to the hem of your tank top. His sharp teeth graze against your skin, you whimpering at the pleasurable sting, the fabric being pulled down with his head. His other hand comes up, one finger hooking into the material to pull it even further down, the tops of your breasts revealed to him. Your tease of a boyfriend dips down and starts sucking hickeys onto the bared skin. Visible hickeys were hot but hickeys in places only he got to see were even hotter. You keen when you feel Grimmjow move away from you, his large hands grabbing the fabric at the back of his neck and pulling off his shirt. The wicked smirk he gives you tells you he had undressed that way since you found it so hot.

Grimmjow plants a hand by your face, and you realise that you hadn’t moved your hands from where they are stretched above your head. Grimmjow takes one bud into his mouth whilst his other hand cups your right breast, giving it a firm squeeze. You’ve always liked your pleasure with a bit of pain and Grimmjow’s the only person you know who has never hesitated to hurt you. He respected you enough not to treat you as if you were made of glass. His thumb and pointer finger pinch and roll your nipple. Rotating his wrist 90 degrees, Grimmjow pinches again this time playing with the metal bar that runs through the flesh. The tall male pulls back, letting his teeth graze your other nipple as he goes. A jolt of pleasure spears down your spine straight to your cunt making it throb even more. The male chuckles lowly as he watches the way your body writhes on the bed.

“Maybe one day I’ll take you to one of my friends so we can get this one-” he gives your left nipple a mean pinch that was rewarded with a soft squeal from you. “-repierced.” You can’t stop your eyes rolling to the back of your head or your hips bucking up, desperately needing friction on your clit. Grimmjow chuckles, leaning over you to pin your wrists with his non-dominant hand. All the strength of your upper body wasn't enough to dislodge his one arm. It turned you on as much as his statement. Having Grimmjow talk to-about you- like that with such nonchalance, like you were an object for his pleasure, a doll that he gets to decide how they look is humiliating. The sheer dominance of it makes you drip.

“Wouldn’t that mean your friends get to see my tits though?” You cheekily ask. You laugh when you see Grimmjow’s expression drop, not thinking of that.

“No,” Grimmjow growls into your neck. “You are mine. No one is allowed to see you like this.” Grimmjow rocks his hips into yours to reinforce his words, his bulge brushing up against your clit in the most maddening way possible. You sigh before gasping as you feel him biting the side of your neck to mark you as his. You moan at his ownership over you.

“I wonder,” Grimmjow begins, fingertips trailing over your thin tank top, ticking the sensitive skin of your navel that your bunched up shirt now displayed, “if I were to put my hands in your pants, how wet would they be?” You’re tempted to ask him why doesn’t he just find out but since your bratty earlier comment had been let slide, you’re not sure he’ll be as nice a second time so soon. You don't get a chance to answer before two fingers slip into you, curling just the right way to hit that spot deep in your gummy walls that has your thighs reflectively snapping shut.

“Keep them there,” Grimmjow orders, pushing his weight onto your pinned arms for a second before retracting his palm. It wraps around your right thigh, large enough to encompass the flesh as he pushes it from where it’s pressed against your other one and pins it to that mattress. The blue haired male shuffles into the newly made space, forcing your legs to spread even wider to accommodate him. Grimmjow’s other hand makes quick work pulling down your trousers and pants in one go, cruelly leaving them hanging mid-thigh and preventing you from spreading your legs too far. Ever a sadist, your boyfriend kneels on top of the fabric, forcing your hips to stay down. Strong fingers trace up the flesh of your inner thigh the ticklish sensation making you jerk although, between your pinned right leg and thighs, you barely move.

Grimmjow pinches the skin just below where your leg meets your thighs. Your moan is long and high pitched and rewarded with a chuckle. Thankfully, the blue-haired male doesn’t seem to be in a teasing mood, skimming two fingers through your lower lips to collect your slick, circling your clit a few times. He doesn’t give you the chance to make a sound of protest when his fingers leave your bud before plunging two fingers into your pussy.

The fingers wrapped around your thigh clench and you know tomorrow you’ll have a handprint-shaped bruise but you’re too drunk on the pleasure your boyfriend is giving you to say anything. There had been times in that past when you had complained about the marks he had made and in return, Grimmjow had made sure to leave no skin untouched with his fingers and teeth. Grimmjow lets out a deep groan as he feels your walls flutter around his fingers, thick digits spreading in a scissoring motion to stretch you out.

“Fuuck, you should feel yourself. So fucking tight. ‘M gonna fuck you so hard you’re gonna be dripping f’me,” Grimmjow drawls, blue teal eyes focused on where his fingers enter your cunt. Your chest heaves as you pant out, hands clenched into the fabric to prevent disobeying his orders not to move.

“Please, Grimm-” your left thigh burns as the sound of him spanking your flesh echoes off the walls into your ears, thigh noticeably wet from your slick. “-please, sir,” you correct, “please let me touch you.” Grimmjow looks down at you, eyes softening as he takes in your flushed face and heavy lids.

“Such a good girl, doing what I say,” the praise is cooed down at you, Grimmjow’s left hand cups the side of your face. It’s so large that it covers the entire side. “You can touch me.” Grimmjow grants permission, having known you long enough to know when you’re so stimulated you have to hold onto him in some way to ground yourself. Your hands immediately shoot out and grab onto his broad shoulders, the male leaning down slightly to make it easier for you.

“Please, need you. Need in me so badly,” you babble, dark eyes turning glassy.

“But I am in you,” Grimmjow points out, adding a third finger and stretching you out better than your fingers could ever do. Your back arches, breasts pushing out as if as an offering. Grimmjow doesn’t hesitate, his large hand grabbing one.

“Neeeed your cock. Need it- fuck- need it to fill me up. Please fuck me.”

“Such a good girl. Such a pretty baby.” His fingers curl and rub against your gspot. The stimulation leaves you wailing and bucking so very close to the edge. Instead of being pushed into that pleasurable bliss, Grimmjow pulls his fingers out and shoves your hip back down onto the mattress, the hand on your breast pinching your nipple to help edge you away from your orgasm.

You don’t even get to complain or throw up a pout you know would have the tough man caving and doing anything you wanted. Maybe he knew you were about to do it because Grimmjow grabs both your hips and easily flips you over. One of his hands runs up your back, pushing your head down to rest on the pillow. Grimmjow traces your spine down to your hips, holding them to pull them up. Once he had manhandled you into the position he wanted, he wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, pumping his length a few times. The male traces your lower lips with the mushroom head. You wiggle back, trying to get him into you but Grimmjow spanks your ass instead.

Torturously slowly, Grimmjow pushes his dick into you. Once his thighs touch the back of yours, he pauses for you to get used to the stretch. His dick is big, stretching your walls in the best ways, and curves to the left a little. You wait a few heartbeats but become impatient and push back to urge him to start fucking you. Your breath is knocked out of your lungs as Grimmjow pulls back before slamming back into you. There is an animalistic quality to the way he pumps into you, your punched out moans with every thrust accompanied by the sound of flesh hitting flesh. Each thrust in has his cock brushing against your gspot and tearing a high pitched moan from your lips and every time Grimmjow pulls back you whine. You’re drunk on the pleasure only he can provide, hips meeting his to increase your pleasure.

Grimmjow bends down, coming to rest on your back and caging you in. One of Grimmjow’s hands remains wrapped around your left hip, helping you to move in sync with him, the other planting into the pillow by your head. His frame is large and wide enough to cover your whole body, creating a sense of protection and fire to burn through your veins. The new position has him reaching even deeper, fireworks exploding behind your eyelids. You’re barely coherent enough to think how hot his hand looks, veiny and big. You’re definitely not coherent enough to worry what the neighbours will say.

“What a dirty little dumb slut, so desperate to have cock in her she can’t even take her shirt off before being fucked,” Grimmjow degrades, tears pooling in your eyes. Your shirt is a rumpled mess, scrunched up below your breasts, thin straps having fallen down around your biceps and restricting free arm movements. The tears begin to drip down your cheeks, you’re not too sure if it’s from the pleasure or Grimmjow’s cruelty. Probably both. “You’re my little fuck slut, pussy so -fuck- fucking wet, wish I could stay here forever. Best pussy in the entire world,” Grimmjow mumbles. “Tell me you’re my slut.”

You parrot the words into the pillow, unable to lift your head to tell him. The blue-haired male isn’t pleased with it and fists your hair to yank your head up, all the while setting a rough pace with his hips.

“What was that dumb slut? Couldn’t hear ya?”

“I’m yours! Fuck, Grimm, I’m yours,” you sob out, eyes rolling back as Grimmjow relentlessly bullies your cervix with his dick. “I’m your fucking slut. Fuck, so fucking good. God, love your dick in me, wan’ it all the time.”

“Aww, you’re such a sight. Fucked dumb by my cock. My stupid little slut.”

Both your hands are clenched into the sheets, teeth clamping on the pillowcase to try and quieten yourself as the tears keep leaking down your cheeks. Your attempt to muffle yourself is barely successfully, wanton moans still audible. The pleasure is too much and you’ve stopped trying to grind back into him; you submit to his hips thwacking against yours and turn off your brain, handing your pleasure and release over to him. Grimmjow easily picks up on your decision, hand moving from the mattress to curl possessively around your throat. You arch into the palm hoping he’ll grip it harder but instead the blue haired male drags it down between your breasts to slide through the dark curls and to your neglected clit. Two fingertips flick against your nub without finesse- Grimmjow only aiming to have you clamping down on his cock. The additional stimulation is the last push you need and you cum with a loud moan, collapsing onto your front.

It takes a few minutes but you come around, feeling the shallow thrusts of your boyfriend. Grimmjow is still hard, desperate to release but waiting to make sure you’re okay. With effort, you turn your head to the side and glance back at him, giving him a nod. With your permission, Grimmjow shoves you back down, manhandling you so your thighs are splayed on the outside of his muscular ones. A large hand cups the back of your head, pushing it down whilst tilting your hips up. You get the message and curve your back, resting your upper body weight on your hands placed below your shoulders on the mattress. The position strains the muscles in your biceps but you make do, wanting Grimmjow to also orgasm.

The male drills into you, fucking you as if you’re about to leave. Your walls are oversensitive, pulsing around his member as he forces himself deep into you. The wails you let out are loud. To shut you up, Grimmjow forces three fingers in your mouth, thumb curled around your chin to keep them there. As if conditioned, you suck on them, twirling your tongue over the digits filling your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck. My little slut. So fucking tight, making me -fuck- feel so good. That’s right clench on me. Clench that messy pussy on me. No one else can get you this wet.” You try to moan in agreement but Grimmjow shoves his fingers further down your throat. Your gags add to the noises being made yet you keep eagerly pushing your head closer to his fingers, fucked dumb wanting to keep gagging on his fingers.

Tears drip from your eyes again, black trails snaking down your face as Grimmjow begins to lose rhythm. He pulls out, hand wrapping around his dick and jerking himself off. You hear a loud groan and then feel his hot cum land on the middle of your back. The fapping noise continues, Grimmjow milking his release. A few weaker spurts land on your ass cheeks before Grimmjow sighs and stops.

Two muscular arms wrap around your shoulders and roll you over into his chest. One remains wrapped around the tops of your shoulders as a pillow the other one moving down your body to scoop up his cum. Grimmjow’s fingers rest on your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly.

“C’mon, princess, be a good cum slut.” You glare at him but obey, parting your lips and taking his fingers into your mouth. You slurp noisily around them and snort when you feel his dick twitch against your thigh. When he deems his fingers cleaned, Grimmjow slides them out and cups your face making sure to keep his wet fingers angled away from your skin. He pulls you into a kiss, this time sweeter than the passionate ones you had experienced earlier. This one he uses to show his love for you. He pulls back, your head following his so as not to break the kiss too soon. The action has the male chuckling and petting your hair.

“Gimme a few seconds,” he tells you. You whine and pout, giving him the best puppy dog eyes but it isn’t enough to sway him. His face softens as he says, “Princess, I need to get a wet cloth to clean you up then we can cuddle. I’ll be one minute tops. Are you okay with that?” You pout but nod, curling into a ball to stay warm when he leaves. A bolt of electricity judders through your pussy when your thighs accidentally clench and another whine falls from your mouth. You blindly reach out and grope for the blue haired male’s pillow, tugging it into your chest and curling around it. Pressing your nose to the material, your boyfriend’s cologne soothes you. No matter if the scene was vanilla or hard, you liked to be held afterwards and reassured you had been good. You also didn’t like laying in your own sweat, the dampness slowly drying and making you feel gross.

True to his word, the Grimmjow doesn't take long, wetting a flannel with warm water and filling a glass with cool water. He brings them both back to the bed, setting them on the bedside table so he can position your body up against the pillows. Grimmjow hands you the water and kneels back onto the bed, scooping the back of your knee in one hand to lift your leg up. The same hands that spanked bruises into your flesh now delicately traces your vagina, taking care not to stimulate the sensitive area any more than needed. Once satisfied, he moves to your ass and cleans the rest of his sperm off of your skin. Finally, with a clean corner, he runs the cloth over your navel, around the back of your neck, under your armpits and along your arms, cleaning the sweat off as much as possible.

When Grimmjow notices you’ve finished the water, he gently takes the glass from you and places it on the table. He pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses along your temple, kissing any skin his lips can reach.

“How ‘ya feelin’?” Grimmjow asks, voice husky in your ear. You giggle.

“Feel floaty,” you tell him, deep in subspace. You feel Grimmjow tighten his grip on you, guiding you to tip your head back to rest on his shoulder. His right hand gently closes your eyes then begins to lightly trace your arm. You take the hint and try to fall asleep, Grimmjow murmuring praises in your ear.

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whoreshijima · 3 years

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Pairing: Atsumu Miya x F!reader

WC: 2.9k

CW// enemies to lovers ig, fem reader, male and female masturbation, daddy kink, unprotected sex, dirty talk, swearing, cum eating, manhandling, frat boy atsumu, college AU

Thank you @m-mortimer for semi beta reading and supporting me!!

It was always your luck, bad luck. Wherever you were, he was two steps behind. Constantly around you, his voice floating into your ears, annoying and cocky. Ever since you started class with him three months ago; you knew you didn’t like him. He walked in late, too late to be acceptable, with a strut and a smirk gracing his face, his bag slung over his left shoulder. Which in your mind was ridiculous, it would mess up his incredibly good posture and frame, why would you mess with that? Blonde hair that desperately needed toning flashed past as he found his seat behind you, cologne too strong and the music that played in his ears too loud. You didn’t like him. But he was always there.

“You’re sharing a room with Atsumu, they overbooked us, so it looks like you guys will have to share”

The look on your face should have been a give away that you didn’t like this idea. Not one bit, but your teacher had walked away before you could protest, or even beg to not be confined within the same four walls as Atsumu Miya. This college trip was supposed to be calm, relaxing where you do a few museum tours, sleep in a big bed to yourself and indulge in a bubble bath or two. Apparently not.

A bicep brushes your ear, overly strong cologne gracing your personal space, a laugh sings past your other ear, and suddenly you’re surrounded by him.

“Guess we’re roomies, hah?” You could sense the grin on his face before you even turn to look at him, smug bastard, always grinning or smirking or chewing those perfect lip-

“You better not try anything funny, Miya” you grumble as you slide out of his grip, the warmth that was draped over you sliding away.

“Now, why would I do that?”

“Because it’s you, you’re always scheming something”

“Nah, not tonight, I just want a nice shower and an early night”

Suspicious, Atsumu is known as the party animal. Shooting shots off girls' bodies and equally offering people to body shot off his abs (The self proclaimed ‘king of body shots’, either choosing the prettiest girl in the crowd to trail his tongue down, or spreading himself out to be dripped and drooled over). Always posting selfies of him at another party, night after night (documenting his numerous trips to the ER after a drunken stumble or a ‘friendly fight’, lip split and bruised knuckles flashing in front of the camera). You wonder how the bright lights and alcohol doesn’t constantly give him a headache, maybe they did, maybe that’s why he’s so addictively annoying. You should unfollow him, you make a mental note to do that once you get settled, large bed to yourself, clean and cosy as you sleep.

The evening goes quickly; food with friends and exploring the city until the late hours of the night, staring at the lights and buzzing environment around you. You were practically vibrating with happiness until you remembered your rooming situation. Refusing to let it spoil the happy feeling inside you, you decide to quickly change. There was steam rolling out from under the heavy doors, Atsumu was probably showering, giving you the perfect opportunity to change and slide into the sheets, basking in the soft cotton and fresh smelling pillows. Musky steam flows over your head as the bathroom door opens, (revealing him, and nothing but him,) simply draped in a towel around his hips. You don’t let your gaze linger too long but just enough to take in the soft hair (a dark brown, massive contrast to the yellow on his head) travelling down his lower stomach, disappearing under the damp fabric. It’s a long enough look to watch how the light bounces off his tanned, wet skin (eyes daring to follow the droplets making their sinful way down his chest and stomach). He didn’t think to dry off before he left the bathroom?

Peeking out of the top of the sheets, you watch how his shoulders flex and bulge with his every movement, the late night hours making your brain think about things you told yourself you’d never think about. How his shoulders would look as he holds himself over you, how that stupid silver chain hanging around his neck and collarbones would glisten in front of you, ghosting over your face with every movement. How his tanned skin would look so much better with red lines and scratches littered across it (with your marks patching his chest and neck and thighs and -). It’s enough to make the throb between your legs more prominent as you turn over to face the wall. No, you can’t think this, especially not about Atsumu, a new girl every weekend, probably STD crazy, Miya. No.

Loud music from his earphones fill the room, the same loud music you’ve had to put up with for months from behind you; is now a metre or so away from you in a bed. Glancing at the clock it was nearly midnight, 11:48 to be precise, and all you wanted was to sleep. Normally if you couldn’t sleep you’d slide your fingers inside your panties, rubbing your puffy clit until you cum and succumb to darkness in the form of sleep. However the body in the bed next to you, rising and falling with each steady breath meant you couldn’t, right?

“Atsumu?” It was barely audible, the music in his ears too loud to hear your tiny voice from across the space.

“Atsumu” you try again, louder and more daring. Yet he still doesn’t move, no signs of him stirring or noticing you’re calling out for him. Fuck it.

Your legs spread slowly, every sound that is made makes you acutely aware of what you’re about to do, the scrunch of the sheets and slight squeak of the mattress against the headboard makes you freeze. But your fingers still dance down the soft plush of your thighs, inching closer and closer to the damp fabric of your panties. The small wet spot formed as soon as you saw him in that stupid towel, only growing more when you saw even more as he changed into his boxers, nothing you’ve never seen on his socials. (apparently he didn’t like pyjamas. “Too restrictive” he muttered as you snapped at him to “please cover yourself”, a ploy on your behalf to stop your mind wandering; ultimately failing)

The first ghost of your fingers over your clit causes you to gasp, instantly biting your lip to silence yourself; immensely aware of how weird this is, touching yourself whilst the person you hate most sleeps next to you, but it just turns you on more. The next step is to rid yourself of panties, giving you more access to the slick arousal pooling at your entrance, gathering it on your fingers to allow your fingers to glide over the swollen skin, practically throbbing under each touch. Your clits hard and when you apply small, tight circles with a firm touch you have to slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from moaning, whimpering out his name and waking him. You blush at the thought of him catching you, how mortified you’d feel if he heard you touching your puffy cunt and crying his name; how you’d never hear the end of it, always known as the girl who touched herself in atsumu miyas presence.

It doesn’t deter you though, the circles on your clit are heaven, thighs shaking and twitching with each firm action your fingers apply to your sex. Two slick fingers sliding inside of yourself, wet lewd noises squelching out as you bury inside yourself, up to the knuckle, not enough but it will do.

“Are ya having fun?”

Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck fuck, he was awake and he heard you, he heard you finger yourself and rub pathetically at your clit. Do you remove your fingers? Alert him even more to the wet sound that will occur when you do? Or do you just stay still until he gives in and rolls over to sleep.

“Don’t stop, keep touching your clit for me, baby”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, are ya gonna listen to me for once in your life or keep pretending you're not knuckles deep inside yourself right now?”

The commands made you stomach turn, a gulp stuck in your throat as you whimper out a pathetic “yes”

“Good girl, bet you’re thinking about me, huh?” There’s that shit eating grin again, you can hear it as he teases you. You wonder what else he’s doing, is his cock hard? Straining against the thin fabric of his boxers or is he laughing at you whilst you're spread out for him? Too many questions run through your mind as you think about what to do next, fingers still firmly applied to your throbbing cunt.

“If it helps… I’m stroking my cock for you, thinking it’s your hand” if you listen closely his voice is shaking, breathless grunts leaving his lips every so often filling the room with thick air between you both. “So keep touching that little clit of yours and imagine it’s my fingers, I bet you’d hate that, cumming over my fingers and making a mess of your sheets”

Cocky, but you can’t deny the fact that the words flying your way are turning you on, fingers dancing quickly and swiftly over the nub of nerves that make you see stars.

“Please…” you whine; what you’re whining for you're not sure, but it’s a beg nonetheless. A beg to have a atsumu between your legs, (to have that stupid stupid chain dangling over your face, maybe you’d bite it, tug on it to anger him, make him go harder) and a beg to let you cum.

“Cmon, pretty thing, I know you can do better than that. Wanna hear you cry for me, I know you can. I know you bounce on your fingers every night wishin’ it was my cock. Why don’t you tell me about that?”

“W-wanna… want you inside me, Atsumu, please…” it’s quiet, being deafened by the slick sounds of your soaked pussy and the clicking sounds of his fist hitting his balls with every stroke. Oh how you wish you could see it, where the veins lay under the sensitive skin and how the red leaking tip gets revealed with every pull back of his palm. The thought of wrapping your lips around the head and suckling on the Precum makes your eyes roll into the back of your head, you can almost taste the saltiness on the back of your tongue.

“Wanna feel your cock deep inside me, please; I need it, need to feel every curve and thrust. It’s the only thing that makes me cum…!”

Sinful is the way you’d describe the groan that leaves his lips deep and the rumble that travels across to you goes straight to your clit, the throb almost painful as you desperately rub against it. If your legs could get any further apart, you’d do so, but they’re basically dislocated to allow your fingers to curl inside you and your wrist to flex quickly, arousal spilling over your knuckles and the sheets below you.

“I wan- need you to tell me everything, everything you want me to do to you”

“Need your mouth against me atsumu-“

He cuts you off before you can even finish the sentence “That’s not my name, what’s my name, baby?”

“Daddy…! Need your mouth against me daddy, please, wanna cum over your tongue and make a mess of your face, I’m yours, you can do anything” the slick sound of his hand has sped up and all you can imagine is his large hand twisting over the head, rough palms squeezing his shaft and cupping his balls. Heavy Balls you so want to suck on, roll them around on your tongue and feel his moans and grunts travel through your body

“Daddy please let me cum, please, I need it so bad, I’ll do anything”

“Oh? You’ll do anything? Cum for me then baby, make a mess over your pathetic hand, wanna hear ya cry for me. You’ll want more, sluts like you always do.”

The dirty words being spat at you tip you over the edge; the coil that was wound so tightly inside your stomach finally snapped. Slick arousal gushing over your fingers; back arched and head thrown back whilst moaning haphazardly for the man you so so hate has you collapsing into the sheets. You can barely heave out any words before the mattress dips and the protective sheets have been ripped from your shaking body.

He was there, in all his annoying glory; the grin you’ve convinced yourself to hate beaming down at you. Your gaze meets his blow pupils and flushed face, acutely aware of his big hands surrounding your head and how hot his body is (not only in looks, the abs and broad shoulders are a plus, but how he’s emitting heat like a furnace) The heat is building at his core and with a curious glance down you can see his cock standing to attention against his stomach, threatening to drop and land heavy against your own stomach.

It’s as pretty as his face is, tanned and a blushing pink head that’s leaking pre cum as if it was lube. The veins that litter the skin are visibly throbbing, one large one up the underside makes your mouth water and a whimper leave your mouth

“You wanted daddy to fuck you, so here he his” he states, the low rumble from his chest travelling to yours and sending shivers up your spine (youve had goosebumps the whole time, every hair on your body standing to attention as he grunts instructions at you, but now having him above you is a different kind of shiver) and before you know have time to beg him to fuck you, his heavy cock is thrusting through your folds: slicking itself up in your own arousal and cum. Everytime the swollen head catches on your clit on his thrust down, your lips part and a tiny gasp, that fills atsumus ears with heaven, falls out

“I can’t- I can’t wait, can I fuck you now? Want daddy buried inside you, baby?”

“Please daddy…!” And the thing you were hoping for the most happens, his lips collide against yours. They’re soft and determined to claim you; tongue pressing against yours and exploring your mouth. Swallowing each others moans and whimpers as he pushes the head of his cock inside your tiny hole was the best part, feeling the vibrations and breaths of air as inch after inch is sheathed inside you.

There’s no rest, no time to catch your breath before he’s pulling away to stare down at you. Taking in your beauty and tits splayed out before him, essentially manhandling you into the position you want. One leg is pushed into your chest and the other pinned to the mattress, strong hands keeping you in place as his cock pulls out almost all the way, pulling the skin back and pushing back in all the way to the hilt. Dragging each vein and ridge against the soft spot inside you that makes you cry out his name.

A swift slap to your clit has you apologising

“I'm sorry! Daddy please… please please please” neither of you know why you’re begging him, he’s fucking you with rigour now, sweaty bodies pressed against eachother and your dream of marking his body up with your marks is coming true. Red lines gracing his back and shoulders, claiming him and marking him for any girl he has within the next few weeks.

“Gonna cum for me, baby? Ya going to make a mess over daddy’s cock? Bet ya are, stupid sluts like you don’t know anything else but cock and cumming” his thumb has made its way to your clit without you realising and is pushing you further and closer to the cliff of orgasm.

“Stupid, cock drunk slut” the degradation being spat at you was overwhelming, mixed with the feeling of his cock and thumb against your cunt; it pushes you over the edge. Pussy fluttering and clenching down on his dick as your orgasm washes over you, lighting your nerves on fire whilst your cunt gushes more slick over his cock.

“Fuc-fuck…” he grunts out, jaw clenched and fingers digging impossibly harder into your skin; definitely bruising you and causing you sore muscles for the rest of the trip. “Cumming, I’m cumming!” He basically shouts out, cock being ripped from inside you. You watch as he desperately fists at his cock until he’s spilling rope after rope of hot cum against your stomach, painting your skin white, marking you as his as you did him. If you were to think too much into it, you’d say it’s quite romantic as he scoops it up into his calloused fingers and slides them between your lips. You’re too fucked out, dazed and sleepy to protest; savouring the salty liquid in your mouth as he collapses onto the mattress next to you.

“You have your own bed, asshole” you pant out as you notice his eyes closed, the stupid stupid chain resting on his chest as he breathes deep and steadily. The stupid yellow of his hair splayed out against your pillows.

“Shut up” and there’s the shit eating grin again, except this time you place a kiss to it, succumbing to the darkness that is sleep.

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Steve rogers strength/size kink where he loves showing off his strength, and flexes his muscles to impress you. Don’t mind if it includes smut or not (18 yrs old)

Rating: Explicit content under the keep reading, links to sex positions MDNI

Word Count: 990

☆ Probably tries to time his workouts when you’re in the gym too

☆ Shirts become 4x smaller

☆ Bucky can’t help but grin and tease him about it but will pipe up and say the washing machine shrunk it if/when Steve is called out for it

☆ When you talk to him, Steve’s always flexing his biceps- scratching his ears, hair, nape

☆ Smirks when he notices your eyes darting from his eyes to his pecs

☆ Once in a relationship and only only only if he knows it won’t be triggering, asks you how much you weigh then sends a video of him lifting three times that weight

☆ You ask him if he can lift x,y,z. Steve does it every time, patient in all your demands just smiles and lifts it

"Can you lift this?" You point at the washing machine

Steve gives you a small smile and a nod, bending down to grab a corner with one hand and easily lifting it up

"Can you lift that?" You ask and gesture at the seat

Steve sighs but grabs it with two hands and lifts it clean off the ground so you can hoover under it

"Can you move this?" You show him the massive makeup thingy and he sighs but does it, easily moving something that 4 men carried into the room

☆ Fucks you standing up, starts with you against the wall but will pull away so he’s the only thing keeping you up fucking you in the full nelson position. Grabs your hips and lifts you up, lets gravity drop you back down on his cock.

Warnings: explicit content, 18+, size kink, strength kink, marking, scratching, links to sex position images, squirting, daddy kink, minor mirror sex, thigh grinding,

☆ When you’re riding him, his feet are planted on the bed and he’s thrusting his hips into yours. Large hands clenched on your hips bouncing you on his dick

☆ Probably no definitely gets a mirror installed on the ceiling so you can see his back muscles whilst he’s fucking you

☆ When you’re bad (or good) he makes/lets you grind on his thigh

☆ Picture it: you straddled on his thigh, knees planted in the sofa cushion on either side of his hips. Short pleated skirt barely grazing the bottom of your ass, you white pants with the pink words ‘daddy’s princess’ soaked through, wet patch forming on his jeans embarrassingly quickly

“That’s a good girl, look at that. Princess made a wet patch on daddy’s trousers”. Getting bored Steve clenches his thighs to increase the friction on your clit. You throw your head back and moan. Wanting to bully you more, the blond bounces his leg just to see the fat tears drip from your waterline. Black trails run down your cheeks but you don't dare stop in your grinding motion. Eventually, Steve takes pity on you and coos that you’re too dumb to get yourself off with his thigh on your own and grabs your hips to control your rhythm. When Steve wants to hear you whine, he pushes down on your hips and grinds you a little harder. To an untrained ear, your hiccupy moans would seem like you're not enjoying the rough handling but the way your juices explode out of you, drenching the material of the chair and dripping down to darken the carpet, the fabric straining to cover Steve's muscular thighs already soaked through, is an indication of how much you enjoy it.

☆ Loves loves loves when you grip his shoulder/biceps to hold on. If you dig your fingernails into the skin oof he will flip you over and make you squirt on his dick

☆ Loves it when you mark him but no visible hickeys- he's still America's golden boy. Adores when you drag your fingernails down his back so the next day can hear all the hushed comments on the 10 red lines running parallel to each other down his back. Steve can’t stop smirking as he changes

☆ Will let out the whiniest fucking keen if you leave a love bite on the ‘v’ of his adonis belt like imagine being on your knees biting his flesh and you look up this sculpted Adonis of a man to see his blue eyes hidden behind his eyelids, head tipped down and plump lips open to let out the such a sexily pitched noise. You gush at the power you suddenly have (always had) over him

☆ Sparring sessions that end with him sweeping your legs out from under you and caging you down on the mat. Hands above your head, one of Steve’s wrapped around both of your wrists. No matter how much you struggle he keeps you pinned down. Animalistic sex partly from the adrenaline coursing through the two of you and also the risk of getting caught

☆ Lingerie is destroyed partly because his hands are so big Steve can’t easily remove the delicate hooks but also because the blond can get too impatient and just rips it off. Whispers into the meat of your thighs/breasts/neck he’ll buy another set. Not as in one set matching bralette and pants but the entire collection and in all the colour options.

☆The lap dance position/full nelson but Steve’s sat down with his forearms hooked around the backs of your knees and spreads your legs. He pushes your knees till touching they’re touching your shoulders and fucks up into you. Probably wraps one hand around your neck. If you’re un/lucky, one hand will slide down and rub figures of 8's onto your clit until you’re too overstimulated to babble anything greater than 3 words. You cannot move in that position at all, it’s Steve letting out all his anger and frustrations on your body

☆ Italian chandelier position but you don’t need to do anything to hold your weight, Steve does it, a hand on the small of your back all he needs to keep your lower body up

Other positions he uses to show his strength to fuck you:

Asian Cow

Apollo

Elephant

Descent

Flying Dutchman

Hood (Steve would spend all night going down on you)

Lace but also standing 69

Prison Guard

Honestly any of these but Snake, Zombie, Aquarius, Olympus, The Cradle, The Mermaid. I think Zombie may be his fave and he'll do the Arch for you (he can't resist your puppy eyes) but would feel a bit awkward

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