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vibratingskull · 4 months

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"Hi can you please have Eli Vanto female x reader but it be a nsfw. Been obsessed about Eli thanks 😭🫣" - anon

tags : fingering, unprotected p in v

You sigh in contentment.

Eli’s hands feel so good on your skin, he expertly unknot any bundle of nerves he can find in your shoulders and back. You sigh again.

“You have the hands of a fairy.” You say in a breath.

“Thank you.” He chuckles.

You feel him press on a precise point in your left shoulder blade. You moan, that’s the spot, right there…

“Ah yes… This feels so good…” You let out.

You’re so relaxed you could fall asleep right there and there. His hands slide across your skin, caressing your shoulders and flank with delicacy.

What pleasure.

At one point, he becomes more adventurous and you feel him passing his fingers under your bra’s band and sliding his hands under your body to grasp your breast. You gasp at the sensation of his warm hands against your tits.

You turn towards him with a sly smile.

“How dare, Sir?”

“I could not resist, madam.”

He leans towards you to kiss your lips, you invite him gleefully while he kneads your breast. You hold his chin with between two fingers, guiding his face, kissing those pretty plump lips. You bite down his lower lips with a low growl. You finish turning on your side to properly hug him, he embraces you with all his might, kissing you with vigor, robbing you of your air. You part, both panting, the eyes heavy with desire, you hook your braces and let them slide across your shoulders, revealing him your bare breast.

“Eat them, and don’t leave a crumb.” You coo, pulling him closer.

He chuckles, kissing your jaw, your neck, your collar bone and finally your breast. He laps your buds like a thirsty man, taking them in his mouth, sucking and nibbling on the tender flesh. You throw your head backward, it’s been so long since you felt your fiance’s touch on your burning body, finally you do not have to quench your thirst alone anymore. He pinches your second tit and you yelp in pain and pleasure. His hands snake their way from your shoulder to your waist, slipping under the fabric of your bikini and grabbing your butt.

You take a fistful of his hair and yank his head backward, he groans but let you do, you lick the tip of his nose, giggling.

“Make me scream like our first times, dear.”

“Anything for you, love.” He answers with his accent that sounds like a chant to you.

He hooks your panties and slides them on your leg to gain access to your core. He scoops your sex, trailing it down with a single finger. It makes your whole body shudder. He gently pushes his finger inside, earning a gasp on your part. He quickly finds your sweet spot and grazes it, making your toes curl.

“Hmmmmmm. You’re already wet.” He hums with satisfaction.

“Always for you, Eli.” You pant.

He kisses you again, muffling all your moans. He inserts a second finger to stretch you properly. You purr in his mouth, you can feel your muscles tightening and your waters dripping on his hand and your thighs. You feel waves roaring coming for you, galoping like furious horses. It comes speeding towards you and you whine and groan obscenely, exacerbating your desire and his. He speeds up his motion at your chants, and the waves crashes upon you, blinding you. He releases your mouth at this moment to hear you.

And you did not disappoint.

Screaming his name, head thrown back backward, exposing your sensible neck and your sweet spot, he can’t resist kissing it and nibbling it. You lay your bust on the mattress, catching your breath. He takes out your panties entirely and places himself between your legs. You spread them further with a mewl. He opens his pants and takes out his erection, giving it a few strokes. You growls. You would like to kiss it and take it in your mouth, it will be for another time. He aligns himself with you and gently pushes inside, you feel yourself stretch so deliciously and the sensation of being full electrifies you. He grasps your waist and starts his motion forward and backward, quickly finding a rapid pace of unmerciful hips thrusts. You whine and moan and groan. You dig your nails in the skin of his back, praying to the maker that your release comes quickly.

Suddenly he slides out of you, flips you over and reenter brutally. You gasp. He forces your ass up in the air and slaps it with a low chuckle. Your toes curl and you bite down the pillow so hard you could break your teeth. He grabs and kneads your ass and waist, scratching your lower back. You can't refrain from moaning, the sound of the flesh clapping is so obscene and indecent and so exciting.

“Don’t stop… I’m so close. Keep going!”

The waves roar again, spreading through your veins like a tantalizing poison, digging your nails in the fabric and almost tearing it apart with your teeth.

Then

It comes crashing down upon you.

Furiously, gloriously.

You cry his name.

“Eli!”

All your body is shaken before coming to a halt, freezed. All your muscles contract, your inner walls tighten around his length, pushing him over the edge. His thrusts become erratic and sloppy until he stops completely and finishes inside of you. Your cunt milks him dry as you both slowly come down, he collapses on top of you with a huff. It makes you laugh. You extend your hand and caress his hair, you kiss his cheek as he takes back his breath.

“Thank you, my love.” You say in one breath.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“It was really good.” He pants.

“Yes…”

He slides out of you and rolls on the side on his back. You hug him.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?”

He caresses your hair and embraces you.

“Nowhere far, my love. Do not worry.”

@bluechiss @thrawnalani @justanothersadperson93 @al-astakbar @thrawnspetgoose @readinglistfics @elise2174 @debonaire-princess @twilekchiss @pencil-urchin @ineedazeezee @mssbridgerton @dance-like-russia-isnt-watching @Cortisolcosplay

#eli vanto #eli vanto x reader #eli vanto x f!reader #thrawn 2017 #thrawn trilogy #fanfic #vibratingskull

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thewordworrier · 1 year

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🎯 👀

From this post!

-squints at you- 🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which? -strokes chin- that's a good question. I'm not sure. It's entirely possible. I mean, some of the stuff I write is pretty... Cliche, almost sort of romance by numbers so it's not hard to guess where things might be going, but I like to believe that it's more about the journey and not the destination.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please! -squints harder- ma'am, you know pretty much everything I write XD well, the basic gist of it all. Plus, I jump from one WIP to the next, without finishing things really fast XD Hmmmmmm. Some thoughts then? I wish I could tie together my Danger Days fanfic a bit more/faster because I SO want to post a particular chapter for that. Likewise the ending for IACIS - I wanna post that, but have to get to that point. And it might need a re-write soon. I'm not sure what I'm going to finish next, so I can't say what I'm going to post next. Though I have a couple of ideas for other things i haven't started yet. Does that count?

#She Speaks #She Answers

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anandabrat · 1 year

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Nightmare Warehouse, day 4! With, as always, @starshipblueberry.

“What’s the last thing you remember? Or maybe the first thing… I think my brain is leaves, Helena. Leaves. How am I even thinking? I have no synapses to fire! And if I did get near fire I’m pretty sure I’m very, very flammable.”

Helena chuckles and squeezes Myka’s hand with her boney phalanges. “I was already on fire, if I’m not mistaken.”

“Okay, so either you are taking this very well, or I’m in the middle of a full blown panic attack, and I’m not sure what is worse!” Myka snaps and tries to hit Helena with her other hand. but it is still missing. “I miss my arm. I would like my arm back, please.”

Helena scratches her skull, in a mannerism that does not belong to her, but that in this world feels very pensive. “Well then. I think we should make that our first stop. Do you remember where in town you were when you lost your arm?”

Myka takes a deep breath. “I do. But first I think we need to see if what we remember from before is the same. Maybe there is a clue that can help us…. Get out of here.” The ghost dog Zero whines a little when Myka says that.

“Oh, Zero, don’t take it personally,” Helena says warmly, and scratches at his ghosty ears. “We were at a party. At the BnB. A Halloween party. And Claudia said she had a surprise.”

“Right. Halloween party. And Claudia started playing music.”

“And it felt like falling.”

“Curiouser and curiouser. Right, falling. And I woke up…”

“...In a hallway with doors,” Helena supplies.

“Now that,Alice in Wonderland. No, I woke up in a movie theater, red chairs and everything… did you wake up somewhere else?”

“It appears so, I woke up in a hallway. Four doors or so. I went into one, and a red headed man with tinted glasses looked me up and down and shrugged in an ‘you’ll do’ sort of way. He did my makeup” Helena gestures at her face. Perhaps it started off as makeup, but it is becoming more and more believable by the minute. “And then he sent me to another door, and another man with prominent cheekbones helped me into this fine suit. He sent me into the theater room you describe and the screen went all shimmery…”

“And you stepped through. I did, too. I don’t remember the other two men you mention, just the theater and then I felt pulled –”

“From your belly button?”

“Right. Like being late for a math test. I had to get here. I had a job to do.”

“Hmmmmmm.” Helena strokes her chin. “Do you smell fudge?”

“No. I smell leaves. Decay. Do you?”

“I appear to have lost olfactory senses. And possibly my nose?”

“Fucking hell, Helena. Are we in a movie? The theater, makeup, costumes… but this doesn’t feel pretend. I mean. Arm. Missing.” She gestures at Helena’s face. “ Nose. Missing”

“Indeed. Movie Magic. It is rather amusing.”

“Is it though?”

***

“Pay up!” Pete whoops and does a victory dance.

“With what? Anyways she didn’t figure out what movie,” Steve protests, but not with a lot of oomph. “Who hasn’t seen Nightmare Before Christmas?”

“Those two!” Claudia whines. “Having the best adventure in the history of adventures, and we are just stuck sitting here watching it. I would have this solved like that!” She snaps her fingers.

“No doubt that is why the whammy picked them, “Pete injects sagely. “ That and all the, you know. Sexual tension. No sense pouting about it, Claud. And as much fun as sitting here watching this is, we probably need to… explore? Try and help?”

“You’re just outta cookies,” Claudia says, sticking her tongue out.

“Also that. And I’m dying to see if who is in makeup is who I think it is.”

“He’s a master of fright and a demon of light,” Steve sings. “God I love this movie. Okay. I think. You two go check out makeup and see what you find, and I’ll stay here and keep an eye on Myka and Helena. None of us are onstage for ages, so I think we can move around?”

“Solid plan. C’mon Pete, let’s go get scary.”

#bering and wells #myka bering #helena wells #my fic #collab post #nightmare warehouse

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fairlybeloved · 1 year

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@aerithsometimes

There was a certain vision of a Soldier that people formulated in their minds: stoic warriors with a penchant for violence. They were feral in a different way than Zack was. Zack never relinquished his ability to feel in all the many ways that could be felt. Oh and he felt something ferocious at every opportunity.

There weren't 'vacation' days per se, not within the rank of Soldier. Disconnecting from the network was an impossibility. There was always some manner of idea where they ventured and when, an absence that could be rectified in an instant if need be.

There were moments, however brief, when normalcy could be embraced. Those moments, he cherished, especially when Aerith was there to experience them with him.

"Hmmmmmm. An adventure, is it? Something told me there was trouble brewing on the horizon. I didn't realize we'd be the cause!" He was no voice of reason!

"So does this mean you've decided to go above the plate with me? Or did you have something else in mind?" He stroked his chin, pacing back and forth, mostly to keep up with the rotation of his thoughts. "Explore an abandoned warehouse? Find a hidden treasure? Slay a mythical beast recking havoc on the unsuspecting populace?! Oh I know, I know, I know---" He clapped his hands, pointing a finger toward Aerith. "Play a practical joke on that guy down the street. Mister-----mmmmm? Well, I forget his name. That guy that sold you the rotten fruit."

#aerithsometimes #adventurous #Let's get up to no good!

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masterxofxmasters · 6 months

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Showie and Xigbar meet baby riri

(Note: this takes place before Kayne and Showie’s friendship)

Technically, they were supposed to be preparing for Xigbar and Showie to come over. However, here the Master was, curled up yet again with Riri and Kayne fast asleep next to him- but this time they were on the couch. Yes, he had made mention of their invitation but neither of them had really done anything about it. He supposed that was on himself as well. But could he be blamed? With a family like this, it was difficult to pry himself away from soft cozy moments like this one… even with the impending company.

Still- they had to be at least a little bit more awake.

Groggily, the Master poked at his boyfriend’s head. “Hey. Sleepyhead.”

Kayne blinked his eyes open slowly, and then grinned at the Master. He yawned.

“Hey, sweetie.”

“Sleep well? Any interesting dreams?”

He hmmed slightly, tapping his chin.

“Well, I do think I was in a ocean for the majority of it. Swimming. And then I was grabbing all of these… these parts, that made up my laptop, and I kept assembling it? But also it was definitely broken beyond repair. I could see a hole through it from the back! But from the front, it still worked fine. And I could bend the screen? But it didn’t break. Non-euclidean nonsense. And then I surfaced, and took my laptop down to the pier, and a whale ate it. So. That was kind of disappointing. Then I fished until I woke up.”

“Huh- well that was rude of the whale.” the Master stretched, several of his joints popping. Ah. Much better. “Oh- by the way. I think the kiddos should be on their way. Just wanted to give you both a heads up.”

“You wanna deal with them first this time? I think I ‘unsettled’ them.” Kayne snorted, slumping down further in a relaxed manner– he really did act like a snake.

“Mmm well now that they know where we are, Xigbar’s probably just going to teleport up here anyway.” The Master reached out to stroke some of Riris feathers. To his delight, they made a tiny chirping noise. “We’ll probably have to both deal with them at once. Though I am curious-“ he shot a teasing grin at Kayne, “since when did you become so worried about unsettling anyone?”

“...he’s your son, honey. I don’t want him to be… that scared of me. Genuinely. It just… it feels like something that would end up biting me in the ass later.”

“Maybe a little but I also think you give him not enough credit. He did grow up with me after all. No doubt he’ll warm up to you. Just give him some time, love. After all- it’s not like he doesn’t enjoy fucking with people and shedding some blood either.”

“Hmmmmmm” Kayne said, blowing a raspberry at the end. “Alright, then. He’ll have to take me as I am.”

“That’s the spirit!” The Master cupped his face. “Honestly, I can see you both getting along very well some day.”

Speak of the devil. The air around an empty space in the room went hazy for a split second before Xigbar and Showie appeared.

"Hey, dad-"

“THERE HE IS!” the Master finger gunned at his son. “Right on cue!”

"Aww, were you two talking shit?" his face broke out in a crooked grin.

“Awh can’t I talk about my little sunny boy?”

"Dude-!" Xigbar glanced between the Master and Showie, eyebrows raised in a silent expression of 'what the HELL'.

“Hey now!” The Master got up and placed a hand on his shoulder, “I’m not just a dude. I’m your dad!”

“Yeah, kiddo. Respect your father!” Kayne piped up.

"I'll respect him when he isn't embarrassing me in front of Showie."

“Showie doesn’t mind!” The Master gestured to her. “Hi Showie, by the way!”

She dipped head, her voice warm, if a bit nervous, "Hello. And- yes- I- Don't be embarrassed, I find it endearing."

“See! You get it!” The Master chirped.

“But annnnnyway-“ the angel turned to Riri- well- Kayne holding Riri. “We all know the real reason why you’re here.”

Kayne showed them the baby, proudly raising them up, while still keeping a firm hold on them.

“Aren’t they lovely?”

Showie put a hand on her chest (she was holding a little gift bag), and she cooed, "Awww."

"Oh…" At once, all the mischief drained from Xigbar's expression. "So… They're so little. Tiny, tiny- A whole person-"

Riri blinked their eyes open sleepily lifting their head in confusion at the sudden loss of being cuddled as well as the new voices. They let out a tired squeak.

“Awhhh sorry sweetie did we interrupt your nap?” The Master softly apologized, reaching out and gently stroking their cheek. “It’s so exhausting being so little all the time, I know.”

Kayne gave her a kiss on the head. “Ya think I should go put her into bed?”

The Master gave a hum “Hmmm we could but let’s give them a few more minutes to see if they want to wake up a bit more.”

Kayne nodded, and held her closer.

"... I adore her. I love this baby." Xigbar crouched down in front of the couch to see their little face better. After a beat, he turned his head to look up at the Master. "Hey, what's it with you and havin' kids that at the very least have one eye covered?"

“Dunno really” The Master gave a shrug, leaning against him. “Though it’s pretty common for baby angels to have part of their face covered.”

Showie tilted her head under her hood.

Riri yawned cutely and nuzzled themself into Kayne’s arms.

“Oh, you’re happy, aren’t cha?”

They chirped in response, little purrs rumbling from their chest.

“Seems like that’s a yes.” The Master chuckled.

"Man… They're definitely the cuter sibling." Xigbar said.

A quiet laugh came from under Showie's hood.

Kayne smiled, ruffling their feathers, and moved closer so everyone could see her.

“Would anyone like to hold her?”

"Can… can I?" Xigbar's voice was surprisingly timid and quiet.

“Yes,” Kayne said, cheerfully. “That’s why I asked. Alright, now you pick her up…”

"Uh… How do I…?" He looked nervous. "Never, uh. Never held a baby."

The Master blinked, “really? Just look at how Kaynes holding them. Just support Their head and their body. ”

Kayne nodded. “Hold their head, and their bum. And don’t drop them!”

"Okay…" He gently took Riri into his arms. After a few moments of silence, he managed to get out a barely whispered "Hello."

Riri chirped quietly.

After a moment, Showie suddenly held out the gift bag she was holding to the Master. "I- I finished the things."

The Master gasped softly, taking the bag. “Oh yes! I remember you mentioning that you were working on something!”

"Yes, it's- well-" She gestured for him to open it.

In the bag was a quilted blanket, some kind of… triangular bag, and what looked like a rattle (brightly painted and, apparently, hand carved).

Beneath his hood, his eyes eyes widened as he sat down and gently took out the gifts, placing them before him on the coffee table. They were all handmade for sure… fuck how much time did she put into these wonderful things. The sack… (that he supposed was some sort of infant snuggie?) was even crocheted with floppy little rabbit ears on the hood.

He didn’t even notice the tears rolling from his face and down onto his lap. He was truly touched. What was he even supposed to say? ‘Thank you’ didn't seem like it would suffice.

"I-" She began, "All of those, I made, though-" She hesitated, "the- the rattle, it- it used to be Paph and Arme's, when they were babies-"

“Oh my gods.” Kayne said suddenly. “You’re… giving something– that’s an heirloom! From… ancient greece! That’s… so kind!”

More tears welled up in the Master’s eyes as he picked up the rattle. “Are- are you sure we can have this?” He asked softly.

"O-of course," She said, "It- it's good to have, like, a tangible connection."

He nodded, still unsure of what to say. “I- thank you so much. Really… these are precious.”

She dipped her head, "Of course."

More tears fell. “Really I’m… I’m so touched.”

"I-it… truly, I-... I'm glad I was able to do this."

“Your gift is much appreciated!” Kayne said brightly.

The Master nodded again in agreement, far too emotional to really say anything else at the moment in fear of flat out sobbing. Instead he took the quilted blanket and held it Xigbar, offering for him to wrap Caritas up in it.

It took Xigbar a second to notice, he could barely tear his eye off of the tiny baby he was holding. When he did finally look up, he shifted Caritas (very, very gently- probably used his powers to make it even easier on them) onto one arm so he could take the blanket. The way he wrapped them up was almost like how someone would purrito a cat, but it worked.

Showie's hands sort of flexed before she withdrew them into her cloak.

“Oh, she’s soo sweet.” Kayne cooed.

The Master nodded, watching his kids with notably watery eyes.

Riri snuggled deeper into her blanket with a little yawn, her stubby arms stretching out before coming back into her little burrito.

"... Sorry dad, never letting go of this baby- they're too little and I adore them too much."

“Ahh. Well” The Master sniffled, straightening himself out, “you’ll have to eventually but right now I’m just glad that the two of you are bonding.”

"I've only known Riri for 10 minutes, but if anything happened to them, I would kill everyone in this room and then myself." He was reciting a meme, but Xigbar sounded dead serious.

“Xigbar, nothing is going to happen to our sweet little angel. You don’t gotta worry– she’s got two very good dads.” Kayne said.

"And older brother." For a moment, his expression turned intense, unreadable, then softened again.

“Yes, and you.” Kayne said, his voice seeming quite content.

“And you.” The Master said softly.

Xigbar didn't say anything after that, instead just cradling Riri a bit closer to himself. The little angel just smiled and nuzzled into him, extremely comfy and cozy.

Looking at the family- his family before him, the old angel began to feel the tears finally break from their dams, streaking softly down his cheeks.

Kayne reached an arm over to squeeze the Master’s arm, as Riri gave a little, content, meep.

"Just a baby," Xigbar whispered.

This felt perfect- no. This was perfect. The master had a family. An actual family. He had his son back. A wonderful baby Riri. Showie. Kayne. He could never recall such domesticity in his long life. It was a precious thing that he would guard with whatever power he held. Something he would protect until all the universes and worlds crumbled beneath the weight of infinity.

He would never leave again.

#kayMoM #ooc #white boy lore #lore update

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pandora15 · 3 years

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First Lines Meme

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag 10 authors!

Thanks for tagging me @katierosefun! This seems like a really interesting challenge, so I’m curious to see if there are any patterns in my first lines. I’ll be looking at the 20 most recent fics I have posted on my AO3 page, as of today (note that this includes oneshots, multi-chapter fics, and collabs).

1. CC-2224 arrives on Tatooine in the middle of the day. (from Good Soldiers Follow Orders)

2. The Temple was quiet. (from Shattered)

3. Anakin woke up to see the sunlight streaming through his curtains. (from Through Dusk and Dawn)

4. When Anakin arrived at the Council Chambers to see the Council, he didn’t think much of Obi-Wan’s absence. (from Keeper of the Force)

5. It all began after the mission to Geonosis—the second time. (from Midnight Discoveries)

6. Smoke filled the sky, hanging low over the forest in a thick, roiling mass of ash and soot that permeated the air as the battle raged in its midst. (from Three Times Obi-Wan Tried to Be There for His Grandpadawan, and the One Time She Was There for Him)

7. Today was one of Obi’s bad days. (from Call of the Force)

8. “Stop.” (from Immolation)

9. As he walked out into the courtyard with the Father, Anakin felt dread pooling deep in his gut, cold and terrible. (from The Choice)

10. In hindsight, Obi-Wan really should have seen it coming. (from Sabotage)

11. “That’s it?” (from Recovery)

12. “What happened?” Ahsoka exclaimed as she ran into Anakin’s room in the Halls, eyes wide. (from Mutual Support)

13. The halls of the Negotiator were quiet. (from Grounded in Reality)

14. Anakin rang the buzzer, sighing irritably at the closed door. (from Rest Now)

15. Obi-Wan is about half-way to Tatooine when he realizes. (from একা নও | Not Alone)

16. As soon as Obi-Wan ran into the cell and saw Anakin hanging limply from his bonds, he felt as though something had squeezed itself around his lungs, as though he couldn’t breathe. (from Always Too Slow)

17. The first few days went by rather quickly. (from Hope Reignited)

18. “Help!” (from A Loose Stitch)

19. “Master!” (from Together Again)

20. Sighing, Ahsoka rang the buzzer, waiting for a response. (from Light)

Oooh, this is really interesting. For the most part, a lot of my first sentences are very short (much like my writing style in general), or even just one or two word dialogue exclamations! I love that for me xD

Also wow was this a good trip back down memory lane. Still can’t believe I wrote so much in the past year? I guess lockdown does that to you, huh.

Anyways, no-pressure tags: @texasdreamer01, @hawkeykirsah, @writing-is-thorapy, @ninastarkov, @vanilla-chip-101, @lazarusii, and anyone else who wants to join in! :)

#tag game #this is so interesting wow #i'm also rereading keeper of the force this morning (mostly to make sure the next chapter flows well in context of the whole thing)#(also i haven't reread it from the very beginning in a long time lmao)#and i'm just like wow???? my writing style is so succinct??? what the heck?????#but there are also parts where i'm like ''oh my god i can't believe i actually wrote that. this is intense.''#so good job me i guess #:))))#ANYWAYS #i kinda want to try this with ending sentences too #i feel like that would be interesting #(also i'm doing text/word analysis things in the class i'm taking so i'm curious to do some sort of analysis using the same thing on my fics #*strokes chin* hmmmmmm #anyways this was fun

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shoichee · 3 years

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Hi, congrats on 100!! Could I please request 27 for Kasamatsu? Thank you very much, and good luck on your finals! :D

Kasamatsu x Reader

27. “If we get caught I’m blaming you”

Word Count: 4416

prompt list here

Note: the Replace novel starring the Kaijō team was a HUGE inspiration for this, and dear anon who requested this, I hope you’re still around;; I’m sorry it took so long EEEEE But yes! I did okay on my finals anon! I hope you’re doing well too~

@knb-kreations

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“If we get caught, I’m blaming you.”

“Look it’ll be quick… n-no one’s here as far as I know.”

“B-But…”

“J-Just… be quiet for a s-second, okay?”

“H-H-Huh?! Ah…”

Huh? Kise stopped himself before leaning closer to the edge of the building, slightly doubting his ears. Wasn’t that Senpai’s voice? With someone else…? Alone?

“Oh come on, why are you even block the wa—oh, ohhhhhh, are there any cute girls nearby?—”

“Shh,” Kise hissed, harshly waving his hand over Moriyama’s face to give a signal to stay quiet. “Listen…”

“A-Are you done, Kasamatsu-san…?”

“I-I-I… uh, just…um…”

Kise and Moriyama shared a look of shock… then registration… and finally a look of that spelled nothing but trouble. Immediately, they both simultaneously crouched to squat and share their “realizations” together in hushed whispers.

“Quick—when was the last time Senpai talked to anyone outside of basketball?”

“Hmmmmmm, certainly none of the girls I’ve tried to approach.”

“No, that’s obviously not what I meant!” Kise said, facepalming. “Anyone in your year that he’s been talking to? Maybe anyone in class?” Moriyama continued to hum in deep concentration before he lifted his index finger in a “eureka” moment.

“He’s been talking to (y/n)-san in the hallways recently!” he quietly exclaims, pounding his fist against his open palm to emphasize. “Though their conversations have sounded nothing remotely romantic. No charm, I say.” He struck a pose after to imply that he himself was the charismatic individual.

“.... Right,” he deadpanned, expecting nothing less from his quite… eccentric upperclassman. “Welp, now that we narrowed it down who he might be talking to, I don’t wanna spy on them… but I’m really curious if it’s really this (y/n)-san you mentioned.”

“Well,” Moriyama pouted with a grumble. “One peek wouldn’t hurt.”

“I guess you’re right…”

Kise cautiously scans his surroundings and gauges the situation “clear” to slowly peer from behind the corner of the building, where both of them had been seeking shelter from for the past several minutes. Moriyama follows suit, poking his head out just underneath Kise to see.

Kasamatsu’s back mostly covered your figure, but the view of what was happening did not slip by either Kaijō players’ eyes. He had his arms partially around your head while you were pressed up against his chest. You were gripping onto his loose blazer on his sides to presumably stabilize yourself while Kasamatsu was… fiddling with something on top of your hair? Even so, there’s no denying that the both of you were currently very, very physically close.

“Look… d-does it really take that long to take out petals from hair strands?” you mumbled, looking up at Kasamatsu’s face while trying not to move your head to avoid disrupting his “handiwork.” “I can do this myself....”

“W-W-Well, you can’t risk yourself being unkempt when you go back to class.” Kasamatsu gave a poor attempt at trying to lecture you, judging from his stammers and the way he slightly turns his head to the side to avoid your curious scrutiny. “It’s more thorough this… way. It’s the w-week where these blossoms fall rampantly… you have to be careful where you’re walking under…” In turning his face slightly towards Kise’s and Moriyama’s direction, his exposed flushed face puts the cherry blossom trees around them to shame.

So that’s what he was doing. Kise narrowed his eyes in pity at his captain, and Moriyama expressed a similar expression at Kasamatsu’s struggles. The poor captain’s hands were shaking non-stop. Not only that, he’s been darting his eyes everywhere since you’ve been gazing up at him from below. No wonder he’s been standing there unable to quickly pluck off the petals.

“Should we leave our captain alone to let him lead his own destiny?”

“What are you even talking about, Moriyama-se—”

“W-Whoa!! What a(l)e you [guys doing] he(l)e? Why a(l)e you sneaking a(l)ound (r)ike that?”

Kise and Moriyama instantly whip their heads behind in a panic, seeing a curious Hayakawa jogging up to be with his teammates, and the both instantly pounce on the poor rebound player to slap desperate hands over his mouth.

“Sh-Shhhhhhhhh!”

“Mrmpgh—?!! Lef—What [is going] on?”

“Hayakawa-senpai, please—just be quiet for a sec!”

The ruckus causes Kasamatsu and you to break out of the oddly intimate moment to face towards the direction of the sudden noises. After looking at each other questionably, albeit briefly and with stiff eye contact, there was an unspoken consensus for you two to investigate behind the corner of the building. Imagine both of you guys’ surprise when you two see a tangle of limbs between the Kaijō starter players. Kobori somehow arrived prior, separating poor Hayakawa from his two assailants.

“What… What the hell are you guys doing?!”

“Kasamatsu-senpai!! Is it t(l)ue [that you] and (y/n)-san a(l)e da—mrmf—!”

“Ahaha… we didn’t expect to see you here, Senpai~” Kise smiles with a slight grimace, hand still firm on Hayakawa’s mouth.

“It must be fate, yes surely!” Moriyama confidently speaks, flipping his fringe. Both Kise and Moriyama drop Hayakawa and straighten themselves up. “How else would we encounter such a situation as unique as this?”

“Why are you all here?” Kasamatsu sputters indignantly, but everyone (except you) saw how horrendously red his face was. You peek out from behind his back curiously, noting how Kasamatsu did a 180 in his personality compared to whenever he spoke with you.

“Kasamatsu-san… are they your teammates? You seem very close with them.”

“That’s—”

“Now, now, Kasamatsu-san… we’re only here because we were concerned where you went is all,” Kobori reassures a flustered captain. Kise only stares at him incredulously, but it seems that Kasamatsu, as usual, buys into Kobori’s naivete.

“I see…”

“Wow… the fact that your entire group came to look for you is very sweet of them,” you chime. “They really care for you, Kasamatsu-san…” When you elbow him at his ribs playfully, he immediately straightened himself like a plank.

“N-Nn.”

“Well… it’s almost time for class, so I have to go, see you all!”

“W-Wait, your… uh, hair, um—”

“I can get out the rest of the petals in the restroom, but thank you for trying! I’ll see you later!”

“R-Right…” He puts up his hand in a shy wave as you dash away, but he immediately drops it once you are out of the vicinity to hound on his teammates. “Were you watching this entire time? And stop with the looks—that’s creepy as hell!”

“Sooooooo…”

“Senpai, could it be that you and…”

“Kasamatsu-senpai! I’m (l)ooting fo(l) you!”

“N-N-No!!” he denies, ready to hold an iron fist to stop their antics, but Kobori gently holds onto his raised arm.

“Alright, let’s calm down a bit,” Kobori reasons with a placid smile. “I’m sure we’re all a bit curious because you hardly talk to anyone outside of basketball, right?”

“Kobori…”

“Have you heard of the prerequisites of the key elements of the blooming spring, Kasamatsu?” Moriyama asks, immediately drawing confused looks towards the 3rd-year.

“Moriyama-senpai, we have no clue what you’re talking about,” Kise says, asking the question that’s occupying everyone's mind.

“The key elements…! In the season of new birth, to enrich the experience, they are ‘hanami,’ ‘plums,’ and ‘spring cleaning!’ Of course, the prerequisite to these would be…”

“Please stop—”

“... to have a cute date.”

“... This is ridiculous,” Kasamatsu says irritatedly. “I’m going to class.” He immediately speed-walks to the adjacent building, leaving a scheming group behind.

“You know, if it’s true that he does like (y/n)-san, shouldn’t we help him? It’s the least we can do for our captain,” Kobori suggested.

“That sounds too troublesome,” Kise frowns, averting his gaze to also start to walk away, but Hayakawa immediately latches to his arm to pull him back.

“Don’t be (r)ike that! We have to do this as a team effo(l)t!”

“How did it become like this?!”

“Well…” Moriyama audibly ponders, stroking his chin. “If we make this successful for Kasamatsu, perhaps this can be a template for our own love lives! A sign that we will meet our fated ones this spring!”

“Yes, yes! Mo(l)iyama-senpai is abso(r)ute(r)y (l)ight!”

Oh god, Kise mentally sighs. What has he gotten himself into?

———

“Why are you guys surrounding me like that? Did you not hear me say that we have to change quickly? We can’t have the lockers for long today, considering that the janitor will come to do their routine clean-ups.”

“According to my online research,” Moriyama states, “this mint-scented deodorant will guarantee mutual attraction from the person you like.”

“Wha—?”

“Ignoring what Moriyama-senpai said,” Kise elaborates, scratching his head. “Is it really true that you like (y/n)-san? Otherwise, they’ll keep getting the wrong idea, senpai.”

Kasamatsu gapes like a fish, pulling his shirt collar as he starts to sweat and flush.

“Kise! Be a bit tactfu(r)! You do not unde(l)stand how to app(l)oach this!”

“What’s there to understand, Hayakawa-senpai!? It’s better to be direct about this, or otherwise we’ll be doing this for nothing!”

“Kise may be right,” Moriyama muses. “To be honest gives a feeling of a fresh start in the spring. Kasamatsu, you should follow this example and leave all the baggage behind to obtain a new start.” Kasamatsu could only stand there glued to his spot as his teammates continued to corner him, blocking any possible route to the locker exit.

“I… I…” he gulps. “Th—... that’s… I… like…” His voice dwindles to the softest whisper, but it easily resonates throughout the locker room, where the team had fallen silent in straining to hear and hang onto his every syllable.

“So you do like (y/n)-san,” Moriyama exclaimed, the first one to break the silence. “I see, I didn’t think they were your type.”

“H-Hey…?! Can you not say it like that!?”

“You can’t distort the truth, though. Anyways, you should chat with (y/n)-san nicely.”

“I already do!!” Kasamatsu half-shouts, but he immediately bows his head down shyly. “Wh-What’s a… good topic, you think… to talk to (y/n)-san…?”

“Huh? Just normal topics,” Kise replies, not sure what Kasamatsu meant by the question.

“What’s… normal?”

“Just talk to them like you’ve always done, senpai.”

“Y-Yes, but… h-how can I talk to hint that I l-l-l-like… never mind this is hopeless—”

“Ask them to come watch ou(l) next match [and have] (y/n)-san chee(l) fo(l) you!!”

“N-No! Anyone would run away from that!”

Their conversation was suddenly interrupted when the locker doors opened with a bang, with a very weary janitor standing with his equipment on standby. With a flurry of apologies to the janitor, Kasamatsu recovers himself and ushers everyone out before bidding him a good evening. Walking out of campus several minutes later in silence, Kobori breaks the silence.

“Why don’t we help you, Kasamatsu? Maybe through different methods you will find the best way to ask for a date. Perhaps asking for a cup of tea would be sufficient…?”

“I’m not gonna involve myself with this! No way in hell!”

“Senpai, so you’re just gonna wait and let it fester—u-uwah?!” Moriyama immediately sprays the mint-scented deodorant down Kise’s back to silence him before turning back to Kasamatsu with a straight face.

“What if someone else steals (y/n)-san away for their own elements of spring? After all, it is the perfect atmosphere for them to communicate with the person you like with pickup techniques, with high chances of success.”

“N-No way (y/n)-san would just go along with a random stranger!”

“Who knows? Maybe they’re more suave and have that particular charisma that they’re secretly weak to.”

“Moriyama-senpai, you might be going too far…”

“Kasamatsu, he’s right though, if you hang around (y/n)-san more, not only would you learn more about them, but you’ll protect them from potential unwanted people.” Kobori’s calm voice rang louder above the clamors of the starter players, and everyone immediately looked to Kasamatsu for his response. Kise mentally sighs at how Kobori always manages to misinterpret Moriyama’s words.

“Fine—but only to make sure (y/n)-san will be safe! Don’t get any funny ideas!”

———

Praise. Make them laugh. Praise. Make them laugh. Say something interesting. Say something interesting. Praise. Use a normal topic.

Kasamatsu stands at his usual spot, waiting for you to leave class and meet up with him after school. Only this time, his hands grow clammy, his thick brows deeply furrowed as he wills himself to stop shaking. His teammates spying on him from behind the hallway corner certainly wasn’t helping him either.

“I told you, there’s no way I’m gonna involve myself with this!”

“Come on, Kasamatsu,” Moriyama sighed, shaking the mint-scented deodorant on hand. “We talked about this yesterday. You agreed to this, remember?”

“It was to make sure no one weird bothers (y/n)-san! Why do I have to go along with this?!”

“So you’re fine if I hold (y/n)-san’s hand in the name of destiny…”

“To hell with that!—argh—you!”

Moriyama immediately sprayed the can on the captain’s neck, watching his spine jolt and jump before he was met with an intense glare.

“You’re the captain, right? Come on, you have to show us how it’s done. We all want to see the ways to push the boundaries of romance. Who would lead us if you don’t?”

“What kinda—”

“I ag(l)ee with Mo(l)iyama-senpai! Take the (r)ead, Kasamatsu-senpai!”

“Wouldn’t Kise be someone better to learn from if you wanted to learn how to hit on people?!”

“Senpai, I’ve never done such a thing in my entire life.”

“Kasamatsu, I’m sure Moriyama is just telling you how much we all admire and look up to you. Naturally, we want to see how our captain fares in these situations. Besides, as a team, if something happens, we’ll be there to cover up for you.”

“Well… if you put it like that Kobori… all I have to do is talk to (y/n)-san… right?”

“That’s the spi(l)it!”

“... Kasamatsu-san? Helloooooo…?”

You wave a hand repeatedly over his face, and he immediately blinks and flinches back when you pull him back to the present. He’d been standing still for the past five minutes.

“I-I-I-I…”

“Are you okay? You’re all tensed up… if something’s bothering you, wanna talk about it?”

“W-W-Well… wh-what’s… up.” Normal topic, normal topic.

“Well, nothing much really,” you say, smoothing out your blazer. “I got out the petals but barely made it to class in the nick of time!” You laugh at your own recollection, and he immediately flames a radiant flush.

“N-nn.”

“Is it me… or is our captain…. really, really stiff right now…”

“Shhh.”

You perk up at the noise and slightly tilt to the left of Kasamatsu to discern the source of the hushed whispers… only to spy a conspicuous group of basketball players. You merely raise a brow at your discovery, but you return your attention back to Kasamatsu before he notices your change in gaze. The Kaijō teammates were too busy shushing each other to notice your attention on them.

“Ah, yes! Kasamatsu-san, you just had your trigonometry test right? Those identities and proofs are always so difficult to remember… how do you think you did?”

“G-Good.”

“Wow, that was too quick of a response! I didn’t know you were that confident about it—obviously not a bad thing if you studied for it.”

“N-nn.” Come on, say something interesting. Interesting topic. Something you like. “U-U-Uh… w-weather…?”

“The weather…?” You look outside the window in confusion before you make a face of realization. “Oh! Like how’s the weather?”

“N-nn.”

“Well, it has been a bit windy with all those branches and leaves flying around, but I think it accompanies the refreshing atmosphere of spring very nicely, don’t you think?” You turn back to face Kasamatsu, who’s been slowly bowing his head down gradually more and more the entire time to avoid scrutiny.

“N-nn.”

“You’ve been… really quiet since lunch. I’m serious, if something happened… is there anything I can do to help?”

“Kasamatsu, take advantage of the elements of spring! The elements of spr—”

“Moriyama-senpai, shut… up…!”

“Hey—what are you—?”

“Wait!! Kise! Don’t push, [or else] we a(l)e gonna fa(r)(r)—!”

“Shit—”

Right on cue, the gradual leaning weight from the three players on Hayakawa at the bottom gave way, and everyone tumbled out smack dab into plain sight. Kobori was the only one who managed to break his fall and stayed behind the corner, holding onto Kise in a failed attempt to stop him from exposing his presence. Kasamatsu breaks out of his shy stupor and turns around to see awkward smiles and chuckles.

“Y-Y-You guys—?!”

“Ahaha… sorry Senpai… the floor was a bit… slippery?”

As Kasamatsu forgets about you in dropkicking Kise, you note how the other upperclassmen had their own little quirks in interacting with the captain. Seeing how assertive and gutsy he was compared to talking with you makes you feel unbelievably warm. Little did anyone know, you held a hand to your face as you turned away to let out a chortle before you collected yourself again.

“Ah, I guess I’ll be going now! Your practice will start soon right? I’m sure your friends were only waiting for you… Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, Kasamatsu-san!”

“W-Wait—” Kasamatsu drops Kise from his collar before he turns to you, but in making eye contact he immediately loses courage again. “I-I-I… s-see… you.”

“Of course!” You give a close-eyed smile before you leave.

“You missed the opportunity to set up the atmosphere,” Moriyama sighs, staring wistfully at the mint-scented deodorant. “Was the mint scent not enough?”

“It was going fine until you crashed in!”

“Now, now, there’s always a next time…”

As the upperclassmen continue to bicker and banter (mostly one-sided from Kasamatsu’s end), Kise, who was dropped on the floor by Kasamatsu moments prior, silently stares at the direction you left. Did you leave because you knew how embarrassed Kasamatsu was from that incident?

———

For the next few days, Kasamatsu has been quite clipped with you, reduced to mere “nn’s” and “no’s” during your conversations, and Kise doesn’t know whether you’re just as oblivious as Kobori or whether you’re ignoring it to spare his remaining shreds of dignity. He mentally sighs at how oddly persistent Moriyama is about this even though the captain refused all of his ridiculous “suggestions” every time.

“I believe Moriyama is trying to help out Kasamatsu as a close friend,” Kobori had said, when Kise grumbled about his tenacity. “He just wants the best for him.”

Even so, Kise still heaves a sigh when he sees Moriyama and Hayakawa with an agitated Kasamatsu, knowing that whatever is going on won’t be smooth-sailing. He had no choice but to join them when Kobori sneaked up on him to sling an arm around his shoulders and called over the trio.

“Huh… what’s up with Kasamatsu-senpai?”

“Ou(l) captain is af(l)aid [because someone] da(l)ed to app(l)oach (y/n)-san (l)ight now!”

“Huh? Is that really a problem?” Kise shoots a tired look at the rebound player, but Moriyama solemnly sends a gaze to where he assumed was where you were at right now.

“I knew my online research would come in handy…! Someone also has the knowledge of taking advantage of the perfect atmosphere! Look at the intimacy shared between the two…! The undeniable auras exhibited by them, and elements of spring they embody together!”

“What the hell! No way!” Even through the denials, Kasamatsu looks visibly distressed about the possible “new revelations” between you and what looks to be a close companion of yours.

“I’m gonna have to agree with Senpai on this one, Moriyama-senpai.”

“(R)ook! They finished ta(r)king and (y/n)-san waved them [off with] a smi(r)e!” Kasamatsu whips his head at the speed of light to see you sending them off with the smile Hayakawa spoke of as your friend exits the campus gate. At his dilemma, Moriyama gently nudges his arm to encourage him to go talk to you.

“... According to my online research, talking under sunny weather with a fresh scent is the formula to having the desirable spring experience.”

“Oh shut up, will ya?” Kasamatsu mumbles half-heartedly, but he slowly walks in your direction before he stops to turn back. “You better not interrupt.”

“We [will be all] the way back he(l)e to suppo(l)t you!”

With a final sigh to expel his nerves, he gives a nervous smile to his teammates before coolly walking until you turn to face him once you hear his footsteps. Almost immediately though, his calmness easily dissipates into thin air once again, and his teammates only look on in dismay and worry from afar.

“Er…” Come on, just be direct. Talk normal.

“Kasamatsu-san?”

“Y-You were… d-datin—I mean t-talking, with… someone…”

“Oh, you saw? Yeah, I asked them to meet up with me here actually.”

“Is… that so?”

“Mmhm, I asked for their notes to compare to mine because I feel like I can’t get a hand on the subject sometimes.” Kasamatsu finally finds his voice for the first time in a while when the conversation finally re-enters familiar platonic territory.

“Was it… trigonometry? I did, um, do well on it last time, so…” Normal topics. Normal topics.

“I know,” you laugh. “You told me that a few days ago, remember?”

“W-W-Well…” He coughs to clear his throat and find his voice. “Y-You could’ve… a-a-asked—er…” You patiently wait for him to try to finish his sentence, and out of the corner of your eye you accidentally made eye contact with Kise from the distance.

Kise didn’t expect for you to notice the group even from a sizable distance away. He stayed still for a few seconds to make sure the shared eye contact wasn’t a fluke. Seeing how Kasamatsu was standing there like a statue again, he puts a flat hand next to his lips to discreetly mouth out:

He’s jealous.

To his surprise, you caught onto his cues, giving a subtle yet playful smile of your own before you carefully mouth out:

I know.

The others don’t seem to notice the secret exchange, all too focused on the poor captain bowing his head down out of extreme shyness. Kise doesn’t even know why he’s doing this, but perhaps Kobori was right that it’s only right for the team to help out their hardworking captain.

“Ah, Kasamatsu-san?”

“N-Nn?” He lifts his head up abruptly at the call of his name, and he turns red from mortification at the realization that he stood there like a dunce for the past several minutes. He doesn’t even have time to react to you stepping closer to him with an outstretched hand, and he stands motionless as you slightly fiddle with his cropped hair before you pull out a vivid cherry blossom petal.

“Remember what you told me?” you muse. “That ‘you can’t risk yourself being unkempt?’ After all, you’re right… it is the week where these blossoms fall rampantly… Must I also remind you to be careful where you’re walking under?”

At this point, Kasamatsu is sputtering like a broken engine, his mind barely functioning enough for him to think about putting a hand over his face in a desperate attempt to cover his frenzy.

“I, um, I…”

“Ah… can I ask you something first instead, Kasamatsu-san?” you gently interrupt him, and he flits his gaze back to you before staring at the ground again, and you took that as silent confirmation. “A-Are… are you free to go cherry blossom watching this weekend…?”

He snaps his head up in shock, only to see you slightly pink after that slight stutter in your question. It was your turn to avoid looking at his face.

“N-nn, I’m-I’m free.”

“Ah, that’s great…!” You muster your own courage to hold his clammy hands at his sides. “Can I ask to confirm if this is a romantic date between us?”

“Y-Yes,” he says in a hurry and you only laugh at his shyness. But his piercing eyes focus on your figure before he frees his hands from your loose clasp and reaches out to you, albeit with a slight shake in his hand still, before he clumsily takes out a petal from your hair. “It was… stuck.”

“See?” you shyly tease. “I knew it shouldn’t take you long to take out petals from hair.”

He completely lost his cool in front of you again.

You didn’t really care though… not when he looked absolutely endearing with the onslaught of petals settling on top of his head and shoulders to complement his flushed face.

———

Bonus:

“So are you two dating now?” Kise asks you. You both coincidentally met up at a hallway intersection the next week.

“Well, I think that’s a bit too fast,” you inwardly laugh. “You know how he is more than anyone.” Kise gives a light chuckle of his own before he asks you the question that’s been on his mind for a while.

“Hey (y/n)-senpai, how did you know Kasamatsu-senpai liked you?”

“Eh?”

“It was pretty clear from that time last week that you knew how he felt.”

“Ah… well, remember when he was… trying… to tidy up my hair? When you all spied on us?” you say, continuing when Kise gives a slightly sheepish nod. “It felt… different from how we normally talked. I’m sure he felt it harder than I did. I’ve always been nervous talking to him, but… seeing him so flustered and shy like that made me connect the dots, and then, I became more at ease and knew to be patient, realizing that he does hold a degree of feelings for me. I just didn’t know when was the right time for us to take it a step further.”

“I see. Yeah, that makes sense.”

“I must say, please send my thanks for the rest of the team. I think without you guys, this wouldn’t have happened as smoothly… or quickly.” At your words, Kise only sweatdrops as he remembers Moriyama’s antics, Hayakawa’s over-enthusiasm, and Kobori’s good-natured naivete.

“I’ll… send your regards to them.”

“... Why do you look so hesitant?”

———

End note: the cherry blossom falling season only occurs in the first to second week of April, which would conflict with the timeline of this scenario IRL. The Japanese new school year also coincides with this week, and as 3rd-years, Kasamatsu, Moriyama, Kobori, and the reader would be college freshmen instead. If I wrote it in terms of “last year” with the 3rd-years as 2nd-years, then Kise would still be in Teiko. So for convenience sake… ignore the “realism” in the setting for this :^)

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👉👈 may I pls have smut where Alpha 17 has a pregnant wife and wifes just like :'( I'm so fat im like a hippo and hes gotta remind her of how sexy she is

Sure!!!

Alpha-17 reminding you about how sexy you are Alpha-17 X Pregnant!Fem!Reader

Notes: I have never been pregnant so I don’t know a thing about it, and I haven’t done research on it.(Cause I don’t like kids) So if any of this is incorrect I apologize. Don’t be afraid to call me out or anything!!

Warnings: Alpha-17 has a breeding kink and a pregnancy kink, Insecure reader, Pregnant reader, pregnancy sex, slight dirty talk? Alpha-17 is a boob dude and you will not change my mind.

“Ugh! I can’t fit into my favorite pair of pants anymore!” You shouted, tossing the pants in the direction of the closet. Your husband cocked an eyebrow at you. “I’m fat Alpha! Just look at me! I’ll never be able to fit my favorite clothes again!!” He didn’t even ask you or looked like he cared, but you blurted it anyways.

Alpha scoffed and rolled his eyes, “You’re not fat. You’re sexier than ever.” You mocked his scoff, “You’re just saying that because you have a breeding kink!” He rolls his eyes again, walking to you. “No. You’re beautiful and you have only gotten more beautiful since the day I met you.”

You glared at him, your wired emotions causing tears to well in your eyes. “You mean that?” He nodded, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I would never lie to you cyar’ika.” You sniffled and hugged him tightly, burying your face into his muscular chest.

“But I feel fat!” Alpha sighs, rubbing your aching back softly. “You’re carrying our child,” He forced you to look up at him, his fingers grasping your chin, “You’re not fat.” He said it in that tone that meant it was no longer a discussion.

“Do I need to prove to you how beautiful and sexy you are? How seeing you swollen with my child drives me absolutely insane?” Alpha spoke softly, his voice a little huskier. He cocked his head at you, his pupils dilated with lust.

Getting Alpha riled up like that made you instantly wet, a hot and familiar coil forming inside of your belly. You bit your lip, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Hmmmmmm…….I don’t believe you. I definitely think you’re gonna have to prove it.”

Alpha nods, a smirk on his handsome face. Suddenly his rough and addictive lips were locked with yours, Alpha’s hands coming to your hips. He backed you up slowly to the bed, stopping you before you fell back onto it.

“Remove your clothes beautiful, then get on your hands and knees.” He strokes a hand over your large belly as he speaks. You were rather far along, so many sex postions weren’t that comfortable anymore. Alpha always puts your comfort first.

You listened to your husband, moving as quickly as your body would allow it. Once you were on your hands and knees, your back aching a little, you watched Alpha strip quickly. He crawled up behind you, his hands tracing your swollen sides.

He groaned at your body, your cunt dripping all for him. Alpha put a large hand on your stomach, cupping it so he could help support the weight of the child you were carrying. Alpha presses kisses along your shoulders and back.

“Feel what you do to me?” He spoke, nipping your ear. The head of his cock was pressed against your folds, the feeling of him sending lightening bolts of excitement down your spine. You shivered, “Yes.” Alpha smirks, pressing hot open mouthed kisses to your shoulders.

“If you weren’t absolutely stunning I wouldn’t be like this.” He panted between each love mark he left on your back and shoulders. He grinded the head of his cock against you, briefly touching your clit.

“You’re so sexy that I can hardly stand it.” Alpha growls out, finally thrusting himself inside of you. You gasped out, Alpha holding your swollen belly still. Alpha took his time sheathing himself to the hilt inside of you, making sure to be extra careful.

You were extra sensitive, and extra wobbly. So he’d have to be slow. Alpha begins to slowly rock his hips into yours, his body bent over yours. He didn’t put an ounce of weight onto you, his muscles straining against his own weight and pleasure as he fucked you.

“If you weren’t the most beautiful and sexiest woman in the galaxy I wouldn’t be fucking you, now would I?” He asked, angling his hips so he hit that sweet spot inside of you. You gasped, your cunt clenching him tighter.

“I asked you a question, wife.” How he said the word almost made you cum instantly, your fists gripping the sheets like a lifeline. “N-No.” You panted out, Alpha picking up his pace a little. He moved slow and deep, keeping his thrusts calculated.

He stroked his calloused palm along your tummy, his other hand holding your hip in a surprisingly gentle grasp. Alpha acted like you would break like glass while you’re pregnant, while before he’d fuck you like a wild animal in heat.

Being so sensitive made that coil in your gut tighten, your orgasm getting closer and closer. Alpha could feel it, so his thrusts became even deeper, his thick cock dragging your walls in the most perfect way.

“Cum for me, my beautiful wife.” He spoke against your ear, his words making that coil in your stomach snap. You cried out his name as you came, your walls clenching around him tightly. Alpha cursed in some language you didn’t catch.

He helped you ride out your orgasm before he came himself, his hot cum coating your quivering walls. You whined a little, your back hurting even with Alpha holding some of your weight. He pulled out, the sudden loss of him making you shiver.

He sat back, pulling you back against his chest. He nuzzled your neck, “Believe me now?” You rested against him, “Hmmmm…..Maybe…” Alpha sighed, “Guess I’ll have to keep reminding you.” You smirked and nodded.

“I guess.” You spoke, melting into his warmth. Alpha ran his hands up your large stomach to your breasts, rubbing them slowly. “These are probably my favorite part, if I’m being honest.” He mummers, pressing a kiss to your temple.

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pseuuuu I’m glad I get the chance to ask u this!! I am VERY much in the need for some VERY filthy grimy dirty talk, like. Just the dirtiest u can come up with. I’ve been having a hard time finding some good, blush-inducing stuff, esp from my Ikerev boys 😔 Just whoever u think would be best at it cuz idk (Blanc’s experienced n I assume ladies flock to him for a reason, Sirius is Sirius, Edgar has a silver tongue, so does Seth, the Twins are probably good too hmmm)

Hmmmmmm. Nonny, I am honestly not confident in my ability to produce dirty talk out of the moment, but I’ll try! I love that you asked and I agree that good dirty talk that lands well is... whewwwwwwww. (⁄ ⁄•⁄ω⁄•⁄ ⁄)⁄

I’ll try really hard to make these as d i r t y as you asked. I think the ones who would best at it are Ray, Edgar, Kyle, and Seth. Sirius is good at everything on this blog but if I think about Suwabe murmuring out “ahhhhrisu” like he does on the drama CD for too long I will DIE so I’m sorry, but I’ll have to be drunker for that one. Men talking dirty in this world is tricky in part because they’re so gentlemanly, but again. Going for (pay) DIRT.

Ray’s got you laying back against the headboard of his bed while he sits at the other end, watching you. Nice nightgown, he observes, stroking your ankle, but I’m not sure why you’re wearing it here. You can smile at him any way you like or try to distract him or even—his favorite— pretend you’re ignoring him, but no matter what you do, his hand slides from your ankle under the hem of the nightdress to your calf, and then he drums against your knee. You gonna make me wait? he asks. Because we both know that doesn’t always end well for your clothes. He’s not lying. After some light teasing he gets the whole dress up and covers your eyes with it. How’s that pretty little mind gonna plan my next move if you can’t see me, hmm? He licks a long, wet stripe beside your navel and holds you by the hips to keep you on the bed. Sweetly merciless, he tickles and teases until the dress isn’t enough to muffle your cries, and then he feasts with gusto and commentary. So soaked, silly girl. Feels good. You feeling good? Nah, don’t worry, I get it. You focus on that. Gonna get even more wet for me? Good. Then do it. Now.

Edgar just uses his sweet voice to whisper hints of filthy shit in passing, the hint-ier the better, the more in passing the better, so he can see how it messes you up and flusters you. Missed a spot, he’ll whisper in the dining room on a beautiful morning that follows a night where he came all over your face and hair. There’s no way... is there? He’s the one that cleaned you up! Don’t look so alarmed or I’ll cover you all again. You’re only human, you can’t resist patting at your face and hair with a napkin just for some sense that you’ve addressed the situation. He politely extracts you from anyone you’re talking to after breakfast and guides you to a quiet hallway with an iron grip on your wrist. If you’re this cute about it, I’ll do it again tonight. Unless you want it in your mouth this time? Or in the bath, to soak it all away? As your cheeks get hot and your eyes get glassy he tells you you’re a sweet girl and there’s jam on your mouth— no, don’t you dare lick it away, that’s my job.

Kyle. Oh, Kyle. His dirty talk is kind of adorable because he says it with so much wonder and love, but it’s still dirty as hell, especially when you’re coming back from a night at the pub and he’s feeling happy-crabby and his filter is down. He’ll yawn on the walk and declare how tired he is, and if he catches you pouting (or just wants to mess with you) he’ll start to tease. You wanna keep me up or something? Deny it or not, your choice. His face moves easily from sleepy to sharp. Yeah? Well how are you gonna make that worth my while? Get him under you when you get back to your room and the cockiness is as gone as he is for you: fffffffuck, stop, stop—! So slippery, you’re a fucking mess, show me those tits so I have something else to think about or I’ll fill you up right now. Once he’s needy it’s easy to keep him there. Keep your blouse buttoned and squeeze yourself around him to make him come fast and he’ll attack you with his mouth all pissed about it, and growl at you to come like he’s the one that calls the shots. Cute, cuuuute. If you unbutton your blouse he’ll laugh and ask Which one first? but it’s really up to what kind of day he had if he listens before he chooses a breast and gets it in his mouth. Get your fingers in his hair and fist it and he’ll groan obscenities around your nipple and cream you just as quickly as if you’d left the shirt on.

Seth. That voice?! He’s gonna get you against every wall and mattress he can just to smile at you like sugar and sunshine while he tells you what he’s going to do to you and how he’s going to make you feel. His newest, truest enemy: you not experiencing sublime sexual satisfaction. His sweet is calm and peppered with slow, wet kisses when he says Don’t you worry about anything, Alice. When the sun goes down, I’ll lay you out on your bed and make you sob into your pillow until you feel better, honey. Were you even worried about anything? Well, you are now, his hand is (gently) fisting your skirt at your hip and pulling it higher. He needs to know if you’ve been good and worn the pretty new panties he bought you. Hmm, you have so many now, show me so I can see for sure you put on the right pair. Surprise! It does not actually matter what pair you put on! When he goes down on you later he calls you princess and when he crawls up your body to kiss you his cheeks and chin are slippery. He narrows his eyes and makes a show of swiping them with a hand and then licking it clean, unless you look extra needy. You want it? Use your words, sweetest heart. The way he watches and so clearly approves of you desperately sucking yourself off his hand might be even hotter than his words. But then he asks Now, does my beautiful girl need a kiss or does she need to get fucked?

#ikerev hc #ikerev #ikemen revolution #ikerev fanfic #ikerev fanfiction #tipseu #dirty talk is honestly one of the things I struggle with the most #in writing... in real life it's parallel parking #it’s part of why my hat stays off to BTS writers who kill it over and over again!#read lamourche! read gukslut! read hobidreams! they do it so well 🙇🏻‍♀️

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vibratingskull · 5 months

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Hi can you please have Eli Vanto female x reader but it be a nsfw. Been obsessed about Eli thanks 😭🫣" - anon

Here comes the sunny boy 🌞

ElixF!reader

tags : fingering, unprotected p in v

You sigh in contentment.

Eli’s hands feel so good on your skin, he expertly unknot any bundle of nerves he can find in your shoulders and back. You sigh again.

“You have the hands of a fairy.” You say in a breath.

“Thank you.” He chuckles.

You feel him press on a precise point in your left shoulder blade. You moan, that’s the spot, right there…

“Ah yes… This feels so good…” You let out.

You’re so relaxed you could fall asleep right there and there. His hands slide across your skin, caressing your shoulders and flank with delicacy.

What pleasure.

You turn towards him with a sly smile.

“How dare, Sir?”

“I could not resist, madam.”

“Eat them, and don’t leave a crumb.” You coo, pulling him closer.

You take a fistful of his hair and yank his head backward, he groans but let you do, you lick the tip of his nose, giggling.

“Make me scream like our first times, dear.”

“Anything for you, love.” He answers with his accent that sounds like a chant to you.

“Hmmmmmm. You’re already wet.” He hums with satisfaction.

“Always for you, Eli.” You pant.

And you did not disappoint.

“Don’t stop… I’m so close. Keep going!”

The waves roar again, spreading through your veins like a tantalizing poison, digging your nails in the fabric and almost tearing it apart with your teeth.

Then

It comes crashing down upon you.

Furiously, gloriously.

You cry his name.

“Eli!”

“Thank you, my love.” You say in one breath.

He takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“It was really good.” He pants.

“Yes…”

He slides out of you and rolls on the side on his back. You hug him.

“Where do you think you’re going, mister?”

He caresses your hair and embraces you.

“Nowhere far, my love. Do not worry.”

#eli vanto #eli vanto x reader #eli vanto x f!reader #fanfic #vibratingskull

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