Hi! I saw that your requests are open but it didn’t specify if you were comfortable with doing pregnancy fluff.
If you are comfortable with that I’d like to request Kagami or Murasakibara with a pregnant s/o where they feel the baby kick for the first time or something similar
If not that’s fine as well! Thanks!
AN: this got away with me- just a lot of fluff and some kicks
Okay first of all this man is gonna be terrified
Becoming a dad, bringing life into this world? Panik.
He's great at basketball but everything else, he's less good with lol
After a short period of shock and panic, he'll definitely get over it
Maybe playing some basketball with his friends helps get his head the right way
Will not let you do anything
He's your servant for the next 9 months
Makes it very well known that you're not to hesitate if you want anything
More than happy to run to a shop at 2am to buy something for you
But adores when you ask for his home cooking
Probably will bulk cook and then freeze them when he's got the time for when baby arrives
He assembles pretty much all the stuff in the nursery although he doesn't follow the instructions and ends up getting it wrong so you have to also help
Will eventually accept your help but he's holding everything, bringing everything to you, setting everything up. You try to put up a mobile which weighs nothing but he sees you on tip-toes and is moving before he realises to stop you
When you get a bit further along, he calms down a bit
Always always ALWAYS has a hand on you in some way- hand on your thigh, arm around your shoulders or waist
Gets a bit cocky because everyone KNOWS he made you pregnant
Puffs his chest out when men glance at you two and then immediately turns into a teddy bear when you turn and ask him something mundane
Takes you to all your appointments, arranges all the dates and times for you- all you have to do is show up lol
Researches on the internet and brings questions to the doctor
Some are reasonable like what food should he make for you, what vitamins are helpful, sleep positions?
Also, will ask completely straight-faced about other things like your mucus plug
I feel like he doesn't even think to ask about doing anything remotely sexual with you- he's so focused on your well being. You'll have to be the one to ask the doctor
Also very attentive and actually takes notes when you go to those baby classes- like this man studies. He puts more effort than any school exam
Probably will call your bump his basketball
Is soooo overjoyed when in the later weeks, you paint the bump as a basketball
I did some research and the average basketball has a radius of 38cm and the average bump is like 30cm so maybe your bump won't be the same size as an actual basketball but Kagami will continue to measure its growth
"It's half the size of a basketball!"
"It's almost the size of one!"
Only when he's more confident will he lightly pat your bump like he's dribbling a basketball
You go with him to training just once. He doesn't trust that the basketball won't accidentally be sent to where you're sitting on the bench.
It's cute until you have this 190+cm man hovering around you like that Spongebob caveman meme constantly. Everyone agrees it's better if you don't come again
Definitely does that thing where he cradles and holds your bump up for you from behind- researched how to help his partner and did it and you were !!!! please continue
Anyway, he always splays his large hand over your bump-it's comforting to feel both you and your child under his palm
During one of these, the baby kicks whilst he's staring at the TV
Whips his head over to look at you, incredulous and asking if you felt that too
Pulls your shirt up to examine your belly and tickles the area where baby had kicked to try and get them to do it again
It's another source of closeness- you're carrying the baby so you're connected 24/7 for 9 months but he only gets those moments to be physically close to baby so yea he's gonna try to get his baby to kick as much as possible
Like those gifs where the baby's hand appears bulging out of the skin? loooooves it
Will start scolding the baby when they're kicking too much
"You're not a footballer/soccer player!" will then immediately go against his words and tell you regardless of what sport they're gonna play, if any, he'll support them no matter
You get a special maternity shirt with his number and name on it, he's elated when he sees it
Will probably buy a matching set for you him and baby
You probably steal all his shirts- they're big enough to cover your bump and they're comfy and smell like him
He will purposefully buy more so you can "steal" them
Would make a bump cast and then paint it the colour of a basketball and put it with all his other trophies
Murasakibara is lot more calm than Kagami
"You're pregnant? nice."
Probably leaves you wondering if he actually knows what's going on
So takes you by surprise when he asks if you should be eating a coffee flavoured doughnut
You get upset and mad from the pregnancy hormones thinking he's calling you fat
Will have to pull you into his arms and stroke your hair to comfort you and tell you that doctors recommend no more than 2 cups of coffee and that you've already had your allotted coffee earlier
That makes you cry more because you're 1) guilty for doubting him and 2) touched he's actually researching stuff
I feel like he'll probably stop you from eating too many bad things like sweets and chocolate so you and baby are healthy. But at the same time, I think when he sees you struggling or not looking happy he'll give you some to cheer you up cuz that cheers him up
Will love to take naps with you- pulls you back into the bed and tells you you need your rest
Moves so he's facing your bump and then complains to it about you trying to leave
Will be eating one of his snacks and then halfway, will offer it to your bump
You're just like Atsushi wtf?
I think he'll be a bit more grumpy than Kagami if you ask him for something at 2am- will grumble but drag himself out of bed. When he comes back he has what you asked for but also other food cravings that he knows you'll want after your pickle-only burger
If you're struggling with not eating sweet things he will go on a diet with you too. This man shows his love through acts of service
Once again his hand is MASSIVE so yea he will be able to wrap his palm around your bump completely
Like no matter how big you get, he will make you feel small
The first time he feels the baby kick he doesn't react. Takes a few seconds to process what just happened
"Huh? Someone kicked me," he pouts
He goes so soft when he realises- there's so much love and adoration on his face as he looks down at your belly
Will whisper a quite "hi"
After a while, he'll complain about the kicks
"Why do they like kicking me? No fair!
Shopping for baby things is pretty intense. They're so small and he's so big
Has a mini panic at how small his baby is going to be- he's scared that he's gonna hurt his child or he's gonna break the toys
With how big he is, you assure him you'll be giving birth to a big baby
Holds up the tiny outfits with a look of awe and amazement that humans can be that small
Definitely buys a fruit each week the same size as your baby to track the growth
Sometimes he has to buy in bulk and you're like what are we gonna do with a kilogram of raisins!
He bakes things with them- feels a bit weird eating the raisin he's been busy all week claiming was his baby but it becomes a tradition you grow to look forward to
In the first two trimesters, he's just about willing to travel to countries close by to play but only for a week and only the closest
The final trimester it's almost impossible for him to go and play even if it's in Japan just in a city that's a few hours away
He'll only go if you're with him and then he fusses over you for the entire journey
Will always point at you when he does something cool in the match
Probably will run his hands down his stomach and over an imaginary bump to dedicate that move to your baby
Will unironically put a basketball under his shirt to see what it's like
Aomine tells him he forgot boobs so then he puts some oranges down as well.
Complains when the oranges fall and calls you
"My orange-boobs are too small. They fall!" .... "Your what, Atsushi?"
Lets you clingfilm a watermelon to his stomach and idk what sort of fruit for boobs
He's okay with it for like 5 minutes and then complains about the weight
The fucker will sit down with a big sigh, turns to you and totally serious will go "eugh, pregnancy, amirite?"
So he's bad at handling small things. When you get too big to bend over and put your shoes on and tie the laces, he does try! But it's too fiddley so he buys you multiple velcro shoes
They make you feel like an old woman.... but they are convenient, you'll begrudgingly admit
You find him using your bump cast as a container for his snacks
(age 20) toshiro s/o who gets turned on by watching him do his paper work. he just looks so good. you wanna play with him so you into his office to stir him on
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
Warnings: afab!reader, fingering
But that man is very fiiiiine
He's sat there doing his own work and you're busy sitting on his sofa thighs squished together to get even a little bit of friction
He’s just so in the zone and authoritative and attractive
You're thinking about slipping a hand down and maybe getting a little friction on your slit
Without looking up, Toshiro will tell you to come over to him
Points at his lap without breaking in his writing. If you take too long, he will grab you with his left hand and will pull you down to straddle his thigh.
“Ride.” Is all he’ll say to you. So you begin to grind on his muscular thigh, starting off slow and a bit shy.
Toshiro will probably squeeze an ass cheek with his free hand to encourage you, maybe pushing you down a bit as he flexes his thigh.
“C’mon, I want to hear all those dirty moans.” He whispers into your ear.
At this point, you’re over your shyness and are busy humping the material. A wet spot appears embarrassingly quickly but there’s something about him that gets you going.
Especially since he’s not stopped his paperwork, capable of taking care of you and the files
Probably will chill his finger and run it over the skin of your back.
Eventually, it won’t be enough and after a few pitiful whines, he will give you his full attention.
Probably pushes back from the table a little to have a bit more room.
His right hand worming its way down your trousers and into your wet pants. Toshiro will slide his fingers through the wetness clinging to your lips and slicking them up
Two fingers push into you easily, curling to massage your gspot. It’s intense and pleasurable and not enough all at the same time.
Toshiro beginning to nip at your sensitive neck as he starts moving his digits in and out of you as his fingertips continue to hit that spongy spot that has your legs clenching around his forearm
Will manoeuvre so he can grind the heel of his palm into your clit, left hand on your hip and guiding you to grind down and take everything he’s giving.
Will start scissoring his fingers to stretch out your walls before adding a third finger
increases the pace, as his teeth scrape down your bared neck
"Gonna cum for me, my dirty officer" "can you feel you clamping down on my fingers"
this man will run his mouth but like in a sweet way.
praises you but also talks you through your orgasm
will still his fingers but press circles into your clit with his thumb to help you ride out climax.
Will slide his fingers into his mouth, slurp up your juices and give a few pats to your ass then turn back to his paperwork and continue as if nothing happened whilst your quivering legs struggle to get your body back onto the sofa.
Could I please get more of that aokaga x reader smut! The writing was so good!
Hi, if you would like to request something smutty then please give your age! I have a general outline for an AoKaga X Reader smut which will be coming in the next few months so keep an eye out!
hellooo, hope you having a nice day! can i request a nsfw with allen walker that have marking kink and sex pollen (allen is the one affected) please? :’> thank you so much! and i also did your survey too!
Rating: Explicit, MDNI
Warnings: afab!reader, mixed!reader coded, p in v sex, dubious consent cuz of sex pollen, marking, creampie, don't be silly wrap that willy!, unprotected sex, slight hair pulling, finger sucking, praise kink, dirty talk, slight degradation
“Red thorns, right?” You ask your fellow exorcist, brown eyes raking along the row of plants in front of you.
“Yeah, and blue flowers,” Allen adds, eyes on his own row of flowers.
“Tell me again why I’m here?” The question has him stopping and looking over at you.
“Komui assigned you to this mission,” the white-haired male tells you earnestly. You pause in your search.
“Yeah, but you and Lavi were the ones who went to Romania, not me. Shouldn't Komui have assigned Lavi instead of me?” It’s a valid point and you watch Allen struggle to think of a counter. The mission itself was information gathering on the plant that had bit Krory- if you could locate where it had grown or by whom, there was a possibility of finding more innocence.
“I guess he thought your skills suited this mission.” Allen shrugs, rubbing the back of his head with one hand and giving you a small smile, both eyes closed. You hum in lieu of response and turn back to the flowers on the bench. The last few days had been filled with the same motions- wake up, search among the plants in the castle for one that matched the description Kory had given, take a few water and food breaks, grow tired and then give up for the day and head back to bed. You’re beginning to give up hope that you’re going to find a plant that looks even slightly like the description the vampire-exorcist had given you.
“How much longer ‘till we can reasonably call it and head back home?” You ask. You’ve been working for the Black Order for longer than Allen so you’re technically the senior exorcist on the mission but the way your partner acts, so similar to a puppy, has you wanting his acceptance in ending the mission before success.
“You’re the one with more experience than me, it’s your decision when you want to end the mission,” Allen tells you, stopping in his search once more. Your body comes to a standstill, hands on your hips and lips pursed as you think it through. In your peripheral vision, you can make out Allen walking again, going along his line of plants.
Although Innocence wasn’t known to be found together, if it managed to interact with living organisms then it may be possible to trace the products back to the source of Innocence. You’re too busy in thought wondering if it’s worth staying a few more days on a chance that you may find another Innocence product or go back to ‘Quarters and get deployed on a mission that’ll almost definitely have some Akumas to get rid of. A tanned finger taps on your plump lips as you weigh up both options, Allen completely out of your vision now. Hearing a sharp curse come from him has you whipping back to see him.
“What? What happened?” You ask as you use one hand to jump over the wooden table holding the plants and pull your bow off your back with the other. Two large steps are all you need to get to where Allen is kneeling on the cobblestones, the hand you had braced on the table running along the bow to activate your Innocence whilst your eyes dart around to locate the threat.
“Errrmmm…” Allen begins. A quick once over of him in between your thorough sweep of the room doesn't alert you to any bleeding or bruising. His left eye hasn't activated either. You relax a little knowing there are no Akuma present but keep scanning the vast hall you’re in. When you’ve done a full 360 and nothing has jumped out, you lower your bow and turn your attention to your colleague. He’s hunched over, his chest expanding quickly as he pants down to the floor. You move to kneel down next to him, a golden hand splaying over his right shoulder but it rapidly retracts when Allen physically flinches.
“Allen, what’s wrong? What happened?” Your voice is sharper, more authoritative as worry begins creeping in. In your mind, you’re going through a list of anything that could have caused this- flu, attack, poisoning, food poisoning? Yet, nothing sticks.
“ I … I think I’ve… well, I’ve fucked up,” Allen grits out. Your frown only deepens at his words. Ignoring his previous response, you gently cup his chin and guide his face to yours. A curse of your own falls from your lips as you take him in. Allen’s usually pale cheeks are now rosy, sweat sticking to his white bangs to his forehead.
“What did you do?” You interrogate, barely holding back the urge to shake him to get the answers out of him. The blacks of his pupils have dilated severely, pushing the silver of his iris to the very edges. What little silver you can see has taken on a purple sheen.
“I in-inhaled the … the purple one,” Allen bites out in between pants. You’re whirling around immediately, freehand smacking over your mouth and nose in a poor imitation of a mask whilst brown eyes take stock of the purple flower sitting surreptitiously between two bigger plants. You recall Krory’s warning of a purple plant that had been used as a… libido enhancer … that may be present in the plant room.
As shallowly as possible, you breathe in and drop your hand from Allen’s chin to snake under his right armpit, the other hand grabbing his right wrist and hiking his arm over your shoulder. When he’s stable enough for your liking you stand up, heaving at his weight- his lean frame hides his muscularage a bit too well- and stumble away from the spot. Holding your breath hinders the process a bit but eventually, you make it far enough that you feel safer in taking a few short gasps to relieve your burning lungs. Allen doesn’t seem to be any better from the distance, slurring his words of thanks. You pause to take a break, muscles screaming as you hold as much of his weight as possible. At the end of the room is a door with a wooden plank for a bolt, your plan is to get him there and dump him outside. The room is spacious enough that you can go to the other side of the room and not hear Allen… get over the pollen… and there’s a route back to the kitchen on your side, you can grab some snacks for him. You’re not too sure how long it’ll take to get out of his system nor how much was in his system to begin with. The bolt probably won’t hold if he uses his arm but you’re hoping that he’ll be too occupied to try and break through the-
Your train of thought ceases when you feel lips press over the pulse on your throat. You freeze, Allen’s arm sliding along your shoulder as your grip on his wrist loosens. Seizing the opportunity, Allen slides his arm down to wrap around your waist and tugs your front into his chest.
“Allen…” You warn, palms placed on his front. Even through the thick material of his uniform, you can feel the firm muscles of his pecs. Your eyes flutter shut as Allen presses open-mouthed kisses down the side of your neck, both of his hands gripping onto your hips. A soft moan falls out of your lips as he squeezes the softness of your waist. You’re too weak and allow yourself to revel in this forbidden pleasure for a few seconds. However, the guilt begins to build in you and you force yourself backwards. Allen lets you withdraw to an extent, allowing some distance between your skin and his lips but he’s instinctively pulling you back into his embrace when you try to take a step back. You try your hardest to ignore the bulge pressing against your navel. “Allen… we can’t,” you tell him, lips brushing against his. You’re unable to flick your eyes up to look at him, swallowing as you wait for him to pull away (taking your heart with him) and profusely apologise. He does neither.
“Why not? Forgive me if I’m wrong, but I’ve seen your glances when you think I’m not looking.” Your cheeks heat up at the revelation of your bad spying skills. “If you really don’t want this then I can leave and figure it out myself,” you force yourself to peek up at him, seeing his large eyes looking down at you with concern and less hidden lust. “I don’t want to force you but I’d definitely rather get through this with your body than my hand,” Allen tells you, grinding his pelvis into your tummy.
You blink at him, looking down to see him subtly thrusting his crotch against your uniform. There’s a prominent bulge that his trousers are unable to fully hide. When you don’t say anything, Allen gently cups the side of your head and tilts your face up, his own lips descending down to join with yours. Unconsciously, your hands fist the material of his shirt to ground you; as much as you want this, lusted after the Englishman for so long, it’s not right even if he was in the right frame of mind.
“Allen, we can’t do this. Not to LenaLee.” Allen pulls back completely, his confusion evident on his face. Your eyes dart across his features, noticing that he looks more coherent than a second ago.
“Why… not to … Lena?” Allen asks. Even though he keeps his distance, you can feel his thumbs brush along the hem of your jacket.
“Because… She’s your… girlfriend?” You finish off lamely. Allen scoffs and leans back down. In between kisses he tells you, “Lena is dating Johnny.” You pull away once more to confirm if he was telling the truth. There’s no guilt or sign of mistruth on his face.
“She is?! When? How?” You ask the news new to you.
“I dunno, a year maybe?” Allen answers distractedly, more interested in pressing kisses along the side of your neck. His hands clutch at your sides and pulls you further into him so he can continue getting some friction on his dick.
“And she never told me?! She told you but not me!” You exclaim, slightly angry at your supposed “friend”. Allen sighs and pulls away from your neck, calling your name. Your brown eyes flick up as you feel one of his hands cup the back of your head, tilting your face up. With slight annoyance, the male tugs you forward so your forehead bumps softly into his as he bends a little and stares intently into your eyes.
“Look, I would much prefer to fuck you than talk about LenaLee.” The male exorcist rolls his hips into you to emphasise his point. You freeze for a second as you come back from the shock of LenaLee having a boyfriend to the present context- your fellow single exorcist has just inhaled some sex pollen and wants to fuck.
“Oh, yeah, sorry,” you sheepishly apologise then kick yourself. Could you sound any more awkward? Allen doesn’t seem to mind, lips pulled into a soft smile as he gazes down at you. The soft moment is broken a second later as his hands grip the flesh of your waist and pulls you impossibly closer. You’re close enough to see how the black of his pupil expands until his irises are thin rings. The bit of coherence he displayed earlier seems to disappear as he manoeuvres your lower body to move in sync with his. As he finds pleasure in the grinding, he busies his lips by pressing them kisses along the side of your neck, nipping at the flesh every so often. Gasps and sighs leave your lips as you close your eyes and tilt your head back, giving in to the pleasure. Allen irregularly switches from open mouth kisses to sucking on your neck, laving his tongue over the to-be hickey to softly scraping his teeth over the area when you giggle at the ticklish feeling.
You stagger back when Allen drops more of his body weight on you. The white-haired male follows you, lips not once detaching from your skin as he pins you to the workbench behind you. Every so often, one of his hands ventures up and cups the curve of your breast, fingers pinching your nipple through the thick material of your jacket. Before you can react or show your pleasure, his hands slide back down to grip your ass, giving it a squeeze before moving his hands elsewhere on your body. His hands never stay still, constantly running up and down your sides and gripping your flesh whilst his lower half continues to hump against your front, moans and grunts dropping from his lips every so often.
The way he teases and touches you has desire flooding your veins. You thread one tanned hand through his white hair and pull his face away from the edge of your collar and to your face. Allen takes the hint and presses his soft lips against yours, one large hand gliding up your spine to hold the back of your head. His mouth swallows up the hum of pleasure you let out when you feel him softly tilt your head to aid him in taking control of the kiss. The chaste kiss you share ends prematurely, the sex pollen cursing through his system urging him to take his pleasure. You feel Allen slip his left hand over your hip and use the grip he has to tug you into his muscular chest, moving your body how and where he wants it. The hand on the back of your head tips your face up to meet his as he dips down to continue kissing you, tongue slipping past your pliant lips. The open mouth kiss quickly becomes messy but it only serves to turn you more on. Between one of his hands cupping your head and the other grabbing your ass, you feel overpowered and pinned in the best possible way- nowhere to run and wherever you turn, Allen is there: his hands, his body, his lips. It is as if you have to take the pleasure he’s giving to you.
Making out with Allen is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced, being bombarded with sensations from almost everywhere on your body. All he’s done is kiss you and mark your neck and yet your pants are wet. The way his hands roam around your body, grabbing fistfuls of your flesh makes you feel wanted and desired. You barely have time to contemplate if it’s the sex pollen that’s making him act in such a way or something else. Before you can get too distracted though, Allen pulls back. You whine and chase his lips. You’re rewarded with a breathless chuckle from the taller male. His thumbs rub circles into your flank as he stares down at you, panting slightly.
“God, you’re gorgeous,” Allen coos the praise so nonchalantly. You bite your lip and look away from him, hands clenching the material resting on his clavicle. “Can’t wait to fucking ruin you.” Your cheeks heat up at such vulgar statements coming from the so-called gentleman. Glancing up at him through thick eyelashes, you watch as conflict passes over the pale man’s face. Your frown and open your mouth to ask what was wrong but can’t even make a single word as he squeezes your waist. “Do you want this?” Allen pants out.
Blinking a few times, you try to fight through the fog that’s beginning to settle over you. Even when he’s the one affected by the pollen, he’s checking in on you, wanting your consent. You nod eagerly.
“No. Use your words. Tell me you want this,” Allen demands sharply. You keen and bunch his jacket in your fist, feeling slightly overwhelmed.
“I… I want this. I want you.” The confession is quiet but it is enough to satisfy Allen. He encircles a foot around one of your ankles and slides it away from your other foot. A second later and one of his thighs wedges in between yours, Allen’s large hands guiding you to lower your core down onto the muscle. You moan out loud, head tipping back as Allen hunches over to continue pressing kisses as far down your neck as possible, hooking his pointer finger of his right hand under your high collar and pulling it down to litter more marks on the newly-bared skin. With his encouragement, you begin to grind down on his thigh, Allen flexing his leg randomly to see your eyes roll back into your skull as the pressure on your clit adds to the pleasure building in your core. Your hips buck and feel his noticeable bulge brush the sensitive skin of your inner thigh. A moan falls from your swollen lips at the thought of his dick filling you up.
“Good, I’ve wanted this for a long time now,” Allen confides.
“Pluh-please, Allen, need you in me now,” you moan out. Allen groans against your decalage at your words. You yelp as Allen grabs your forearms and pulls you away from the workbench just enough so he can turn you around and push you down onto the wooden surface, pinning you there with his body. His arms cage you in, chest covering your back. It is as hot as it is comforting. His nimble fingers make quick work of the buttons at the top of your coat, grabbing the loosened material and wrestling it past your shoulders. His desperation prevents him from truly taking it off and so it remains snug around your biceps, restricting movement in your arms. Your black bandeau underneath your jacket is hastily pulled down so he has access to your breasts. Immediately, Allen is pinching the hardened buds and squeezing the fat of your breasts. You’ve succumbed to the floaty feeling a while back, no longer caring about the moans and whines that leave you. They echo off the stone walls back into your ears and make you squirm at how … slutty you sound. Throughout it all, Allen continues to hump your rear, your form perched over the table leaving your ass at the perfect height for him to grind against. You’re impressed at his stamina and self-control. That thought, and all others, leave your mind when you feel Allen slip his hand past the band of your underwear, fingertip gliding over your clit.
Allen chuckles as you buck your hips into his hand, groaning at how your ass grinds against his aching dick at the action. Teasingly, Allen circles your nub a few times, quietly laughing into your ear as he watches you close your eyes and moan out. You're reaching your peak and your lips drop open to warn-tell-beg Allen but all that comes out is a strangled whine as Allen stops rubbing figures of eight on your clit and instead delves deeper, palm cupping your mound as his fingers slide through the slick clinging between your lower lips.
“Fuckin’ hell, princess, you’re this wet from some kisses and a few bites?” Allen asks, shallowly thrusting his fingers into your cunt. His laugh is airy, an indication that whilst he sounds so cool and level headed, he is still affected by you. Or the sex pollen. Before any doubts can creep in, Allen is praising you.
“Fuck, fuck fuck, so fucking hot underneath me, grinding on my fingers. You want them inside of you? Want me to fill you up?” You’re not sure if Allen is even aware of what he is saying but you nod desperately and arch your back, wiggling your butt to entice him. Allen grabs your bottoms and pulls them down just enough so your dripping wet hole is on display. You register the sound of his palm spanking your ass before the pain. You moan louder. Warm fingertips gently run along your tingling cheek and then onto your hips. They move with such purpose you’re fairly certain that Allen is tracing the marks from his hands gripping you earlier which are beginning to fade into your golden skin.
The fingers trail back to your core, two sheathing themselves into your pussy. A contented sigh leaves you and it would embarrass you at how complete you feel with his fingers in you but the pleasure has left you one-track minded. Allen is considerate enough to begin thrusting his fingers in and out of your wet hole, fingers curling to brush against the spongy spot that has you digging your fingernails into the wooden bench. The fingers spread, scissoring open your gummy walls before a third finger is added. The stretch is blissful and a part of you wants Allen to keep fingering you forever. The thought is changed when you feel Allen grind his groin in the space where your ass joins your thigh. Even with the few brief feels of it, you know it will fill you up and stretch you out in the most exquisite way possible. You’re not fully sure you can wait any longer for it. The white-haired male seems to agree, mumbling, “you should be stretched out enough.”
A slurping sound, rather than the sound of a zipper, catches your attention. Curiosity influences you to turn and rest the left side of your face on the bench to see over your right shoulder. You get an up close view of Allen licking his fingers and sucking up your slick. Allen pauses when he notices you watching him, sending you a closed eyed smile. He sensually pulls his fingers out of his mouth, bending at his waist to whisper into your ear, “when this is all over, I’m going to feast on you for hours.”
The eagerly awaited sound of a zipper reaches your ears, hips wiggling in excitement. Allen slaps your other cheek once as a reprimand then twice more just to watch how your ass jiggled with the force. One hand pumps his length, breathy moans tumbling out of his kiss-plumped lips at the pleasurable feeling of his grip. The male exorcist holds the base of his dick with one hand and grabs your buttcheek to spread it so he can have a clear view as he slowly sinks his mushroom head into your vagina. You sigh at how his cock fills you up perfectly. He’s long and thick and it seems like an eternity passes before his hips are flush with yours.
“Fuck, feel so good, so tight around my cock. Trying.. Not - fuck - t-to move but you feel so good,” Allen pants out, hips jerking a little to chase the feeling of your snug walls pulsing around his shaft. The male does his best to stay still until you give him the okay but the sex pollen has him focusing on fucking.
“Wan’ you to move, Allen,” you state, hips also moving in an attempt to entice him into pounding you. Allen needs no more confirmation, pulling back until only the tip of his cock remains inside you and then slamming back into you. You wail, bringing one forearm up to your mouth so you can bite into it and quieten yourself as Allen sets a brutal pace, his hips slamming into yours with a bruising force. There’s something lewd in your state of dress. Your jacket hangs by elbows, trousers suspended mid-thigh from how far your legs are spread. Allen is only slightly more clothed than you, you can feel the harsh fabric of his trouser on the back of his legs. It is a feeling that just adds to the pleasure; the sex pollen forcing him to give in to such carnal desires without any logic or self-control to undress either of you fully. It makes you clench around his length, Allen swearing and jerking further into your cunt at how tight you feel.
Fingers thread through your hair and tug your head up closer to where Allen is, hunched over.
“Don’t you- fuck- fucking dare to keep quiet. I w-want all those- fuck yeah- those moans echoing off the walls. Sh-show me how a good a slut you can be, gripping my dick so well with your pussy.” You’re so pleasure drunk that you can’t even respond to him with words, just bringing your hand back down on the table to stabilise yourself; Allen’s hard thrusts are forcing your lower body to knock into the bench in front of your hips. The pain adds to the pleasure that’s curling in your navel, your toes curling as you feel yourself drawing closer to your peak. Making sure your left hand can just about support your upper body, your right hand slithers down your stomach to play with your puffy clit. Allen had returned his hand to your hips, dragging you back onto his dick every time he thrust back into your wet hole, appearing to use you as a fuck toy to get to his release.
You lean your head back onto his shoulder, slinging your left hand over his shoulder and trusting him to hole your weight. His rhythm doesn't even falter with the additional weight which has your cunt tightening in arousal. You furiously rub your clit, you’re not sure if you’ve also inhaled some sex pollen or if this animalistic fucking has reduced you down to pure pleasure without any finesse. It barely matters, not with Allen’s tip bullying your g-spot and causing your stomach to contract and tense from the pleasure. He fucks you like he doesn’t give a shit, refusing to let you wiggle away from the pleasure and stimulation, although the praise that drips from his mouth suggests otherwise. The cord in your belly snaps and you cum, liquid gushing from where you two connect and spraying onto the wooden bench.
The force of your orgasm has you slouching onto Allen, lower body no longer working. It takes a few seconds to realise that Allen hasn’t stopped fucking into you. You shriek from the overstimulation but he doesn’t acknowledge it. Instead, his right arm dips to hook around the back of your right knee hitching it up and propping it onto the slowly forming dark patch on the table top. His chest bends you over, left hand clenching hard on the bench’s surface. More shrieks fall from your mouth as Allen begins ploughing into you, his tip bumping into your cervix. You can feel his balls slap against your clit, a painfully pleasurable sensation that has you arching onto your tiptoes once again trying to run away from what your teammate was giving to you. Unfortunately, there is nowhere to go.
Allen shoves two fingers of his left hand in between your bitten lips to silence you. He bends over you and continues jack-hammering into your hole, focusing only on his release. The feel of his penis stretching you open, hitting your deepest spot repeatedly has you quickly reaching the edge all over again. You can hear Allan huffing into your ear, the tips of his white hair wet with perspiration and dancing along the uncovered skin of your shoulder. Hearing how affected, how gone he is has your fingers carving along the table, wood scratchings catching under your nails. Your eyes roll back as you climax, brain full short circuiting. A few thrusts later and Allan cums too, hips slowing to a few deep thrusts instead to draw out his orgasm.
You lay there, panting and legs twitching as you fight to control your breathing. You relax your hands, finally ending the tight-knuckled grip you had on the edge of the workbench and stretching the strain out of your digits.
“Fucking hell, Allen. I don’t think I’ve come that hard in a while,” you admit. “Don’t think I’m gonna for a while either.” It is mostly a joke but before you can say anything else, or even turn to look at the man, Allen is grabbing your hips and snatching you backwards, driving his hard dick even further into you. The tip of his cock bullies your g-spot as Allen’s hips collide into the fat of your ass. Sweat, slick and a mixture of both your cum drips down your thighs, allowing the slapping sound of wet flesh to reverberate around the room. He begins thrusting again, each action seemingly pushing out the air in your lungs as he brings his chest to rest on your back, caging you in once more.
“Oh darling, I’m not even close to being done with you just yet."
Soooooo...... yea I'm back? Depression, Uni, work, quitting, more depression has meant I haven't posted in like..... 3 years?? Oof. I'm gonna try to be more online and write more, I think it'll help my depression. I'm currently waiting on references to be sent to my new job (still gonna be working in mental health care but hopefully will be a better lead company) so have a lot of time still.
I went through all of my requests and there are a few that I never got an email notification so I don't recognise some. Some came in after I closed my ask box (in my Tumblr intro thing, I don't think I posted an official post saying it) and others ask for NSFW without ages so I'm just going to post them and say "deleted" as I don't write NSFW without people's age in the request.
I feel like my spark is coming back so I am looking forward to writing these asks and getting back onto my blog and finishing the organisation of it.
hi !! could i request robin and mihawk with a princessy sort of reader? like gentle, soft pink and white dresses, very polite? thank you <3
Rating: fluff
Word Count: 705
A/N: aite my dissertation has been submitted and i have one more exam on the 21st so I'm going through my asks now.
✬ Mihawk already has that duke/lord aesthetic going on so he would absolutely adore an SO who also matched his fashion
✬ okay so Mihawks lives in a castle so expect him to take full advantage of that
✬ The ballroom probably wasn’t in great condition to begin with but shortly after you started living in the castle he probably got it cleaned
✬ After a while he’ll probably get it refurbished completely- he’ll make sure to install a balcony that runs along the edge and also a large stairwell so you can have that princess of the ball moment as you descend into the dancing area even if it is just you and him
✬ Maybe the colours of the room will be more his or maybe he’ll gift a whole part of the castle to you and have you decorate it to your fancy
✬ Knows how to dance so once every few months the ballroom is fully decorated and he’ll waltz with you for the entire night
✬ That’s not to say he doesn’t dance with you; he probably dances with you a lot just in a more casual manner/place- in the kitchen, the library, his study, the bedroom
✬ Although loves when you dress up for those ballroom dances
✬ Also loves your more simple other dresses. You two have early morning walks around the castle grounds in your dress. Normally ends with him taking his coat and draping it over your shoulders when he notices the first goosebump
✬ Handpicks flowers on these walks and either makes a bouquet with them or just slides some of the (cleanest) ones behind your ears
✬ deffo never picks them from the flower garden that you created and maintain
✬ I feel like he either knows some flower language or learnt what flowers meant after you started dating so he often shows his love through bouquets of flowers. He’ll probably leave it with a note on what each flower represents and why he picked that one
✬ When he has to leave he always buys dresses and jewellery for you. He buys so many you have to convert one room into a dress room and another as a jewellery room but one of his love languages is gift giving
☆ Unlike Mihawk who i feel just quietly accepts your princessey-ness I think Robin will be a bit more teasing
☆ Anyone else who makes disparaging remarks or makes you feel bad will be at the mercy of her devil fruit though
☆ Will find books about real-life princesses and also fictional stories about them and read them to you
☆ I feel like she’ll jokingly tell you a princess should not lift a finger, let me your humble, sexy servant read for you - yeah she’s gonna get a compliment about herself in there somewhere
☆ Will try to plan her outfit to match yours- either the same colour or a similar sort of design
☆ Will do your hair and makeup for you but melts when you push her down into the chaise and return the favour
☆ Robin would also gift you dresses but i think a little less often than Mihwaks. Also prefers the more simple ones partly because you look so pretty (and innocent) in them but also they’re lighter so easier to fight in. Caves every so often and gets some that are a bit less simple. Robin can’t provide a similar level of protection that Mihwak can since you’re part of a pirate crew, so she’s always thinking of how well you can defend yourself in the dresses that catch her eyes before she then thinks if it’ll look good on you.
☆ Get you this and then calls you the princess of pirates to be ironic
Doesn’t take no one’s shit about her or you. Especially if it’s about you. Understands and accepts your gentle nature but when you’re not looking she is threatening the men who tried to take advantage of your politeness
☆ Probably always smiles whenever she hears you say please and thank you. Yes, she likes manners on someone but finds the juxtaposition of hearing a “please” and “thank you, sir” come from your lips in your pink dress in one of the scummiest bars on an island filled with scummy men amusing
✧ I feel like he’s one to use cockwarming as a way to relax and sometimes tease you
✧ There’s just something comforting having your tight walls clenching around his dick
✧ Allen has you cockwarming him on the trains to and from missions
✧ Loves loves loves when the train is bumpy and you bounce on his dick
✧ This man looks innocent but he’s really not- he knows people assume he’s vanilla and then he’s giving you his puppy dog eyes and you can’t say no to him
✧ Definitely one who’ll prep you before he enters, although there’s a good chance he’ll shove his fingers in your mouth to slicken them before stretching you out
✧ If you wear a skirt- lucky you it’s easier to hide what’s actually happening. If you wear trousers Allen for sure has you pull them down to at least your knees if not completely off just for the added humiliation
✧ “Like that pretty? Knowing if anyone walks by and peers through the window they’ll see half naked. Think you’re nothing more than a little slut.”
✧ It’s just talk though- since you’re exorcist, you get your own personal carriage that probably has a train attendee standing guard outside the doors. Then there’s also the Finder that sits outside the door
✧ Even though Allen does his best to muffle you- uses his hand or fingers or even your lacy pants (panties) as a gag- when he makes you ride him or when he flips you over and pounds your willing body into the train seat, some sounds will slip out your lips. You always know ‘cuz the Finder stammers and doesn’t look you in the eyes for the rest of the mission
✧ Sidenote: Allen used to let the accompanying Finder sit in the carriage with him but after he started dating and going on missions with you, he started doing a Kanda and p o l i t e l y asked them to stay outside the carriage/in the next one.
✧ Allen is a gentleman and always lets you sit by the window. Once you’ve sunk down his length, naked thighs resting on his clothed legs, Allen will shuffle over to the window. And by shuffle, he plants his feet on the floor and stands, driving his hips into yours and forcing his dick even deeper
✧ He falls back onto the seat, letting gravity spear you back down on his, his tip battering your cervix.
✧ He doesn’t touch you with his innocence hand often- he thinks something as beautiful as you shouldn’t have something so misshapen and ugly touching. You of course disagree and try to show the arm as much love as possible, asking him to finger you with that arm, sucking the fingers in your mouth when he lets you ride him, pressing kisses to the palm when you’re snuggling with him
✧ Once or twice when he’s really into the sex or maybe frustrated, his innocence will activate so he can use the arm to hold you still and fuck up into you or bounce you on his cock
✧ On the train home from a bad mission, Allen takes his frustrations and stress out on you, forcing you down on your knees and hooking a few fingers past your lips to coax your jaw open. His free hand scrambles to unbuckle his belt and slip his dick into your mouth. Has you kneel in front of him on the carriage floor while he slouches in the train seat. Grins when the rattling train forces your mouth further down, your nose brushing against his coarse white hair and causing you to gag. One large hand covers your scalp, pushing your head ‘till your nose brushes against the skin of his navel and keeps you there, loves to feel your fingers clench into the fabric covering his thighs as you struggle to control your gag reflex. Will eventually start fucking your mouth, hands clasped on either side of your face to keep it still whilst thick strands of drool connect your chin to his balls. The sounds of wet skin slapping and your gags are interrupted by your moans and whines and Allen’s grunts and pants, all the noises bouncing off of the walls into your ears.
✧ On successful missions, Allen lets you sit on his lap to cockwarm him. The white haired male Allen coos praise into your ear, finger circling your clit as he rocks his hips gently into yours. Switches every so often from playing with your clit and twisting your nipples between his two fingers, tugging the flesh and tilting your head up so he can easily hear your moans. Loosely clasps his hand around the base of your neck in a reassuring way, prompts you to lean your head against his shoulder partly so he can press kisses to your lips but also so you can have stability, no fears or thoughts on your mind other than cumming on his cock.
once more please please please could you complete my survey i am in desperate need of more participants
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Not fic related but I’m currently doing my third year dissertation project.
It's on social media's effect on mental health and if age moderates this. The survey takes 10mins. Would really appreciate it if you complete, or if you can forward it to parents/friends over 25 so i can an get older demographic. Thank you so much!! https://universityofsussex.eu.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_5zHYpdPdhZgJ8y2
Yo! I was wondering if you could do something with cherry from sk8 (fem reader please)with vibrater headcanons? I feel like he would love using them on his s/o. And maybe throw in a little bit of aftercare?
Hi lovely,
Sorry but I'm not taking requests for Sk8 or Marvel at this moment
Please do send this in again when my askbox is fully open <3
could i request sabo, ace and luffy with a sister reader (platonic !!)
A/N: Hiya lovely, I currently don't writer for Sabo
Edit 24/03: please can complete my dissertation survey on social media’s impact on mental health: https://universityofsussex.eu.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_5zHYpdPdhZgJ8y2
Warning: afab!reader, period talk,
★ Luffy is gonna be hella oblivious as a brother “hey did you sit on strawberry jam? Your butt’s red”
★ Although once he figures it out (Nami beats the info into him) he’ll deffo give you his shirt/coat to wrap around you
★ If he doesn’t have anything 100% will walk directly behind you to hide the stain
★ Slaps anyone’s hands reaching for his plate except yours- no one knows how he can tell your hand from the rest with his eyes closed but he can
★ A bit less sharing with his meat but if he’s eating and your tummy rumbles he’s shoving it in your direction IMMEDIATELY
★ If you’re not a devil fruit user and you fall into the sea Luffy jumps right after you to save him you have to save him lol
★ If you are a devil fruit user he’ll still do it lol and Sanji and Zoro have to save you
★ Brook once asked about your panties and got punched in the back of the skull- he learnt his lesson
✧ Spreads out in his sleep so if/when you share a bed there’s not a lot of room but you just sleep on his chest
✧ When his narcolepsy hits you’ll either a) sit down and take a nap on him b) guard his body in case someone wants to harm him c) leave for an adventure of your own and let him fend for himself
✧ Places his hat on your head before a big fight
✧ Tattoos your initial on his other bicep
✧ Freaks out when you decide to get the Jolly Roger on tattooed on you- you mess with him and tell him you’re gonna get it on your inner thigh/pubic bone/lower back/anywhere intimate and he has a heart attack when he realises someone will see you in less clothing than he wants them to
✧ You are joking and get the tattoo somewhere else- Ace holds your hand the entire time, crying through it all whilst you’re chilling and not noticing the needle
✧ You have the letters A S L tattooed on your middle 3 knuckles with a Whitebeard Jolly Roger and a Strawhat’s Jolly Roger on your pinky and thumb
edit: once again link to my dissertation survey https://universityofsussex.eu.qualtrics.com/jfe/form/SV_5zHYpdPdhZgJ8y2
Sorry to bug ya, but I just sent in a piss-centric request, and I wanna make sure if your okay with it. If not, then all I ask is you confirm that via this ask and delete the main request :)
Hiya nonnie
piss kink/centric requests are totally fine don't worry!!
just need to look up how women pee standing up lol
